by Unknown
“I appreciate more than one body type, but that doesn’t change the truth of what I say.”
She made a face. “Do I have to keep the door open to brush my teeth?”
“No, I can come in there and brush them for you and then I’ll be happy to close the door behind me.”
“Um. Not unless it pleases you.” She picked up the toothpaste tube, squeezed out some toothpaste onto the brush he’d given her and then glanced over her shoulder as if she was worried he’d be there. He enjoyed his current view too much to move. She turned to the mirror and brushed her teeth.
When she was done she faced him and he took in the sight of her body. Soft, full breasts. Wide, womanly hips. A triangle of dark fur at the junction of her thighs. There was something earthy about her, something he wasn’t used to seeing at the club, with all its vinyl and rubber and latex. He liked the way her hips swayed when she walked. He pulled up the covers for her and she climbed in. He stood up, then reached to pull the cord near his bed that doused the light.
“Master Hart?” she asked, stopping him before he brought the darkness.
“Yes, Vanessa?”
“Aren’t you going to sleep here with me?”
So tempting. Her lush body beckoned. “No, Vanessa. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Why?”
She’d only argue that she wasn’t going to become attached if he told her the reason. “Because I said so.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to sleep on the couch?”
“Not unless it pleases me. Good night, little one. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“I know I’m only here for the weekend, but don’t hold back, please. Teach me to be the best submissive I can be. I know I’m a wimp when it comes to pain, but I want to learn everything I can.”
“You want to be trained.”
“Yes.”
“For Walt?”
She set her jaw. “No. Never again. But I’ll find a Dom who, well, if it doesn’t sound too stuck up, is worthy of my service.”
“That doesn’t sound too stuck up at all. Most people aren’t, Vanessa, and realizing that is an important part of finding the right person. Maybe I could recommend one.” Karl was single. Garrett was in between subs. He didn’t really want to think of that right now. He had her for a whole weekend and he wasn’t giving that up.
“That might be nice. When I do find someone, I want to be pleasing to him.”
“Oh, I don’t think that will be any problem at all.” He ran his hands through her long hair again. It felt so wonderfully silky. “But I will train you as best I can.”
“Thank you, Master Hart.”
He frowned, thankful she couldn’t see it. Did she really think she wasn’t pleasing enough? Still, he had things to teach her and he’d promised to try, so he would. He turned off the light and left the room.
He woke up before her, which didn’t surprise him at all. Most people slept in on the weekend, but he almost always woke when the first trace of light made its way through the curtains. He was tempted to get up and make breakfast for her, but he didn’t want to be too nice. Maybe someday he’d settle down, but not until he’d opened the club and had it running smoothly. Relationships took time, and he had other things to do. A full-time relationship would deserve his full attention.
He padded softly into the bedroom. At some point she’d rolled over and now lay facing away from him. Watching her sleep, her shoulders moving with her breaths, he felt a familiar stirring in his loins. He thought he would have been jaded by now, but Vanessa was affecting him more than most.
There was an obvious way to remind her that she was here to learn service, and he wasn’t having any trouble developing an interest. He opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and fished out a condom wrapper, which he ripped open and then placed on the bed. Then he spooned in behind her, his cock nestling in the crease of her ass. He slipped a hand between her arm and side to cup a full, soft breast. She sighed, sleepy but content. His cock grew harder.
His fingers danced around her nipple, and then pulled her so that he would have access to the other one as well. She didn’t say anything but he knew she was awake now. Her nipples responded to his attention, extending to a lovely, pinchable length. If she were more into pain, he’d take full advantage of that, but instead he squeezed gently and was rewarded with another moan.
He pulled her toward him with a hand on her hip, making sure she could feel his erection. He’d once been embarrassed by how easily he got turned-on, but he’d since found women appreciated the compliment. Make a woman feel sexy and it was easy to make her feel sexual. He moved from her hips to tug Vanessa’s legs open, then slipped his hand between them. She was wet and ready for him.
“Mmm. Good morning.”
“Good morning, Vanessa.” He took his hand away reluctantly. He loved the feel of her arousal.
“No reason to stop,” she said, turning her head to rub her cheek up against him.
He reached back to grab the condom and rolled it over his cock. He wanted to say soft, gentle things to her. She wasn’t another pain slut or a brat. Everything about her called out for lovemaking. But what he had to offer her was fucking, plain and simple. He pulled her legs open again and pushed his cock against the entrance to her pussy. He paused only for a moment, feeling he’d made his intent clear enough if she wanted to use her safe word. Then he pushed into her as far as he could go. She cried out at the suddenness.
“While you are here, you are always available. At any time I choose,” he whispered.
“Yes.” She whispered the word with such pleasure that he decided not to enforce the protocol he had taught her. She had just woken, and her guard wasn’t up. That yes was enough.
He fucked her hard, the calculation gone from his head. He knew with a sure instinct that she would be happy to provide him pleasure, and he knew with the same certainty that he’d be able to give her satisfaction before the day was done. For now, they both needed the same thing—his release and her awareness that she had given it to him. He pushed his hand between her and the bed so that he could play with her breasts with both hands. He intended to keep away from her clit.
“This is just for me this time. Your turn is later, when I choose to give it to you.”
“What if you can’t?”
“Not a chance, honey.”
She rocked up against him eagerly, in rhythm with him. The aching in his cock grew more intense until he was right on the edge, but he wanted to savor it. He slowed down, luxuriating in the feel of her tight pussy.
“I’m close,” she whispered.
“Why are you whispering? There’s no one here but me and you.”
“I’m close, Master Hart!” she said in a still-soft voice.
“Don’t come.”
She whimpered.
“What will stop you from coming?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will pain push you over the edge or distract you?”
“I don’t like pain.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“A little would push me over, but I think a lot might stop me.”
He wondered for a moment if she were playing games with him and was more of a masochist than she’d let on, but he decided she wasn’t. Which made it extraordinarily brave for her to say. It wasn’t easy to think, as close as he was to coming, but he knew that bravery needed to be honored.
“Would you rather have pain or disobey?”
She hesitated. “Damn you,” she said.
He chuckled.
“Pain, please.”
He pinched her sensitive peaks, hard. She cried out and her whole body tensed.
“Tell me when you think you’ve had enough that you can control yourself.”
She gritted her teeth, not taking the easy out right away. Then suddenly she relaxed. “Now, Master Hart. I won’t come.”
He grinned and thrust inside her hard and fast. In a half-dozen thrusts he
was over the edge. Her pussy squeezed him and he thought for a moment she was coming after all, but then he saw the way her jaw was set and realized she was just focusing, contracting her muscles for his pleasure. He grunted loudly. Juices surged through his cock as he spurted again and again, each ejaculation bringing a measure of blessed relief to his aching member.
Finished, he pushed forward and rested, confident he’d stay hard for at least a few moments. He enjoyed the feeling of her warmth and the curve of her ass pressing against his belly. He held her breasts in his palms, not wanting to overstimulate the nubs he’d recently been so cruel to. Her neck nuzzled against his nose and he couldn’t help but kiss it gently, no matter what signals it sent.
“Why couldn’t I come, Master Hart?”
“Did you enjoy last night?”
“Very much so.”
“And yet you wanted to come in the car, rather than wait. You’ll wait again today. Above all, Vanessa, I want you to know that your Dom…” He trailed off. He didn’t want to make it generic. He wanted to make it about himself. I.
“Hmm?”
“That I can use you without owing you an orgasm. And that I can give you orgasms without you needing to repay them. There is no checkbook to balance. I come when I want to. You come when I want you to. If you can feel that and not worry about whether it’s fair or even, it will help you be a better submissive. Which I believe is what you wanted.”
“That is what I wanted.” She closed her eyes and turned her head a few inches farther away. “Thank you, Master Hart.”
“Good girl. Now get a little extra sleep and I’ll make breakfast.” Didn’t I just decide I wouldn’t be doing that? Dammit.
“Shouldn’t I be doing that?”
He kissed her cheek. “Only if it pleases me. Follow directions.”
He pulled out of her. She sighed, apparently unhappy to be empty. The condom, however, wouldn’t serve its purpose so well if he let himself get soft inside her. He threw it into the round metal trash can, added the wrapper and slipped out of bed on the far side from her.
Make breakfast. What is it about Vanessa that makes me want to take care of her? He knew what was tugging on his heartstrings now. It was the way she offered to take pain rather than disobey his instructions. Following through and giving it to her had been the right thing to do, but it had also incurred a debt in his mind that he needed to repay with tenderness. The way she squeezed him with her pussy even though she’d been denied her own release delighted him as well. She’s going to make someone a great submissive someday. Shame it won’t be me.
That’s no way to think. He got some water going on the stovetop, added a little salt and a tiny bit of vinegar, and then turned the heat on under his cast-iron skillet. Vanessa was a lovely girl, but he’d spent hours learning how to use a single tail and how to strike with a cane, and none of that was for her. He suspected she’d never want to feel the clover clamps he’d enjoyed using with the more serious pain sluts, the ones that tightened over a woman’s nipples when he tugged on the chain. We aren’t really such a great match. Good for a weekend, but then we’d run out of things to do.
Even though he knew that there was more than a weekend of things he could do with Vanessa that didn’t involve serious pain, he left it at that. He had a decent idea of the things he could teach Vanessa during the day, and didn’t have to go over them. He ignored, too, the unsatisfied nights he had spent ratcheting up the volume for subs like Carol, feeling like the extremeness of their play ought to be translating to a harder cock and better sex, and wondering why it wasn’t. He got some Canadian bacon going on the skillet and popped slices of wheat bread into the toaster, while keeping an eye on the water. He normally just had cereal, and he couldn’t remember the last time he made breakfast this complicated, but he wanted it to occupy his mind. For a few minutes he was busy, frying the bacon and poaching the eggs, inhaling the deep, rich scents of both. He put thin slices of cheddar cheese on top of the bacon after he flipped it, letting it melt. Then he piled eggs, bacon and cheese all on the toasted bread. Someday I’ll master the art of Hollandaise, but not today. The cheese will have to do.
He got out a carton of orange juice and set up glasses and plates, each plate with a sandwich on it.
“That’s lovely,” said a voice from the doorway. Vanessa had his sheet wrapped around her body, leaving only her face, shoulders, a hand and one calf bare.
“I told you to sleep.”
“My apologies, Master Hart. I’m afraid I was unable to follow your order.”
They locked gazes for a moment. Hers held a challenge. She’s submissive, but she’s no pushover. And she and I both know that one can’t simply sleep because one was ordered to do so. Especially, perhaps, when one’s Dom left one on edge.
“Return the sheet to my bed, Vanessa, and then come back to eat breakfast. Quickly.” That was an order she could obey. And if she isn’t quick enough, she’ll be over my knee.
“Only if it pleases you, Master Hart.” She turned. She couldn’t walk fast with the sheet around her like that, but she opened it up after turning so that it didn’t impede her. Still, cape-like, it obstructed his view.
Maybe there’s a little brat in her after all. He smiled. A little mischief was fine even though the smart-assed masochists he tended to find at the club no longer had the appeal they once did. Still, if she wanted to play games with concealing herself, he was happy to play mind games back. He got the silverware set up and then moved one of the chairs so that it was looking straight toward where she’d come from on the way back. Then he sat in it, leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head.
When she came back, naked, he stared as obviously as he could. She blushed, but to his surprise scampered forward. She does seem to like to follow instructions. He waited until she was almost to the table to say, “Display, Vanessa.”
The blush deepened, but she faced him and parted her legs, knitting her hands behind her neck as ordered, almost in the same position he had his. He reached out and stroked one of her outthrust breasts, just to remind her of how they jutted out in that position. It never bothered him to be naked, really. It clearly bothered her. And excited her. He enjoyed both. It was nice she wasn’t jaded.
Considering the circumstances, those feelings really should be accentuated. He got up and walked past her, feeling his hard cock sway in the process. She’d aroused him so easily. He walked back to the jeans he’d shucked off in the living room the night before, pulled them on and walked back. She was still in position when he returned.
“You got dressed,” she said with a note of disapproval.
“Yes. I felt you needed to be more naked than I at the breakfast table. In short, it pleases me.” He sat down, ignoring the face she made at him. An imbalance of clothing was one of the many ways to express the dance of dominance and submission, and one that didn’t involve pain. “You may break your pose, but before you sit down, please pour orange juice for both of us. Mine first, then yours.”
“That’s the way I would do it anyway,” she said, sounding a little cross.
He pulled her to him and gave her a quick swat. It made a satisfying smack.
She yelped. “What was that for?”
“Would there be a problem if it was just because I felt like it?”
She blinked. “Not unless it pleases you, Master Hart.”
“Good girl. You can break the mood with a look or a tone of voice nearly as well as you can with a word or an action. We are partners, you and I, in this dance, both responsible for maintaining a D and s dynamic. We’ll both fall short at times. Now if you need to inform me that you would do it that way anyway, do so with a pleasant tone. Or perhaps there was something better to say in response to my direction.”
She thought for a moment. “Only if it pleases you, Master Hart.”
“Good girl.”
She reached for the carton of orange juice. He regretted not having it in a pitcher. It would have been more e
legant. There was always more one could do.
She leaned over the table, her breasts swaying. She didn’t need to lean so much to pour the orange juice, but there was a glint in her eye as she did so. He realized she was trying to make up for her misstep, to tell him she still wanted to please. She was succeeding. She had his full attention as she filled first one glass, and then the other.
“Good girl. Now sit.”
She beamed. Was she that starved of approval? Some Doms seemed to think they had to be rough and tough all the time. He’d met several who thought that please and thank you were only for subs. He hadn’t noticed their relationships lasting horribly long.
“Breakfast smells incredible.” She bit into her sandwich uncertainly, but then added, “Hey, this is pretty good.”
“Thank you.”
“Not very good for me, I bet though.” She reached down to her tummy subconsciously, and then, as if suddenly aware of her body, crossed her arm over her chest.
“Do you think I insisted on having you naked just to have you cover yourself with your hands, Vanessa?” he asked sharply.
She glared at him for only a moment before her expression softened. He gave her credit for her self-control, especially when she put her arm back at her side. “Not unless it pleases you, Master Hart,” she said after another pause.
“Good girl. And having food like this won’t do you any damage for just a weekend.”
He slowed down his eating to match her pace. He savored the naked woman at his table instead. She looked up now and then, blushing a little when she saw his gaze on her. She pushed the sandwich aside when it was only three-quarters eaten.
“You’re full, or you’re trying to impress me with your restraint?” He didn’t have anything against actual dieting or watching what one ate, but he’d noticed that women tended to eat less when they were trying to get his attention. It tended to turn him off, more than anything.
“I’m too nervous to eat more. And a bit distracted from, um, earlier.”
Honesty was good. “Good girl. If you get hungry later, let me know.” He stroked a breast and grinned as she shivered. “I bet it wouldn’t take long to make you come right now.”