by Unknown
“You might be right.” She dropped her head, avoiding his gaze.
He tapped the bottom of her chin. She didn’t move.
“What do you think that gesture means?” he asked.
“Um. Walt always told me I thought too much, so I wasn’t—”
“I’m not Walt. I want you thinking as well as feeling. If I can’t make you feel even though your mind is involved, I’m doing it wrong.” He grabbed her hair and pulled until she was forced to look at him. “What does it mean?”
“That you want me looking at you.”
“Yes.” He pushed her head back down, let go of her hair, and then touched the bottom of her chin again. This time she put her head up, and looked at him.
“Good girl.” He stroked the back of her head, moving toward the front, pushing lightly. She looked back at the table.
He repeated the pattern, praising her each time. Chin. Head. Up. Down. He finished with her gaze on him. She had the loveliest brown eyes. “See how it is? My motions or words. Your actions.”
“Walt— I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter what he did.” She took a deep breath and held her lips firmly shut.
“Some people just want a passive person they can do things to. And being allowed to be passive is a wonderful thing. Knowing that I’m giving that to someone and that they feel safe is immensely pleasurable as a Dom.” How many times had that been all that he did with a woman, and ended up walking away feeling empty and unsatisfied? “But that alone is not enough for me.”
She nodded ever so slightly, clearly not wanting to break position. He took the last bite of his sandwich, chewed and swallowed.
“Let’s move.” He pushed his chair back abruptly and walked past her, confident she would follow. He heard her footsteps behind him as soon as he entered the living room. The dishes could wait.
He walked to the center of the room and turned. She almost bumped into him. “Display,” he said.
She moved into position.
He ran his hands down her sides, than caressed her breasts. When her nipples were hard again, he moved his hand between her legs.
“Master Hart?” she asked.
“Yes, Vanessa?”
“Will I be allowed to come this time?”
He slipped two of his fingers into her pussy, finding it delightfully wet. “No,” he murmured. He kissed her neck, pressing close to her, and put his other hand on her ass. “But you will be allowed to get very close.”
She shuddered. “Uh, thanks for your honesty.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, ignoring the sarcasm.
He stroked her clit and was rewarded with a moan. He pressed pushed open her ass cheeks and tickled her anus with his other hand. Her eyes went wide.
“Ah, lovely. Have you ever—?”
“No!”
“Let me finish. Have you thought about it?” Not that he’d believe her if she said no.
“Um, a little. You’re too big though.”
He smiled. “Flattery will get you everywhere. I assure you I would fit. But I won’t take your ass unless you ask. Very nicely.”
“That isn’t going to happen.”
He chuckled. He wasn’t going to try to convince her, but he did like her reaction when he touched her there. He shouldn’t want to be her first. That had nothing to do with size, and a lot more to do with attachment. Firsts were another thing that tended to make a submissive think that he was their one and only, and that wasn’t fair to her. Even if he did want to take her in every possible way.
He felt her soften as he stroked her. The only sound in the room was their breathing, and hers was getting decidedly more ragged as time wore on. He waited until he thought she was close, and then brought both hands up to hold the sides of her face and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth in frustration, but kissed him eagerly enough. Perhaps she hoped he’d change his mind, but she ought to know better.
“Your reactions are so beautiful.”
“Thank you Master Hart,” she said, although the smoldering gaze and shaking voice indicated a deeper reaction. She needed to come and he was denying her. That was the sort of unfairness he enjoyed, especially when he knew that when he finally gave her the release she craved it would be exquisite.
Time to bring her back down a little. “Let me teach you a couple of more positions. Get the cushion over here and kneel for me.
She groaned. “Only if it pleases you, Master Hart.” She walked over to the cushion and started to bend at the knees to pick it up.
“What do I want my view to be like when you get things from the floor?”
She looked over her shoulder at him, mortified. “Sorry, Master Hart. Please don’t spank me this time.”
“Just do it right.”
She bent over at the waist, but this time she spread her legs apart, giving him a lovely view of her pussy. Looking back between her legs at him, she asked, “Better?”
“You’ve improved on my instructions. Perfect.”
She flashed him a grin and then picked up the cushion. Her smile let him know he wasn’t pushing her too hard. She placed the cushion in front of him and knelt as he had taught her.
“A third position for you, Vanessa. Kneel open. Can you guess what I would desire if I tell you to kneel open?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I like thinking. Show me.”
She spread her legs for him.
“And why would I want you to kneel like that?”
“So you could see better?” She blushed.
“Well, the view is a bit better, but there are better positions for viewing all your charms.” He crouched down. “This one has you kneeling and gives me access to touch.” He stroked his fingers over her clit again, just once, and delighted in her shiver. “The point of all the positions is first, to put you in a headspace, and second, to make you available for sexual use. Or to be pleasured.”
“So kneeling positions put me lower and looking up at my Dom. But they also put me in position to give you a blowjob.”
He chuckled. “Yep.”
She licked her lips.
Damn, it would be easy to get distracted with this one.
He hurried on. “The next one is called presentation, and will be indicated by me saying ‘present’. Scoot forward until you’re at the very front of the cushion, and then put your hands at your side.”
Disappointment flashed on her face for a moment, but she scooted.
This game is played at my rhythm, not yours, little one. “Now just let yourself lean back, almost fall back, but be mindful you don’t hit your head on the floor. It’s a hard floor. Keep your legs open. That’s a good girl. Now simply grab your ankles and part your knees so that your ankles are clasped against your thighs and your knees are as far apart as they can comfortably be.”
He watched as she followed directions. As he expected, the cushion supported her back but her head leaned backward. It showed off her glistening pussy beautifully. And will look even nicer after she’s shaved. “This works with or without a cushion, of course. And what do you think this position is for?”
“Fucking?”
“And how does it make you feel?”
“Vulnerable. Open. Available.”
“And does it show off your pussy well?”
“Um, you’d have to tell me if it’s well, but I’m sure it doesn’t hide anything.” She bit her lip.
“Oh, trust me, it’s excellent. Display.”
“Um, aren’t I displayed enough?”
He didn’t respond, just waited.
“Oh!” She got to her feet in a hurried awkwardness, and assumed the display position.
“Very good. What I’m teaching you, with the positions and phrases, is protocol. Not everyone cares for it, but I do. And not everyone does it the same way. Now we’re going to try that again, and don’t be in such a hurry this time. Think about how to do it all gracefully.”
“I don’t think I can be graceful in that one po
sition. Um, nothing graceful about having my pussy on display.”
“I disagree. In any case, I was telling you to be graceful about the transitions. Or rather, to try. You will succeed, even if not right away. Think of it all like a dance. It is not a race to get into position. Present.”
She thought for a moment before she descended. She bent her knees and stretched out her hands on each side for balance, and then lay back as she brought her hands to her ankles. He’d seen it done better, but that didn’t matter. Her effort did.
For the next half hour he put her through the four positions, praising her and correcting her in turn, watching her improve. He left her to kneel while he got her water, and then they did it again until she could gracefully go from any of the positions to any of the others without thinking about how she was going to accomplish it. Her body shone with sweat. Her pussy glistened even more. He smiled. The little sub was enjoying herself. And her work deserved to be rewarded.
“Present,” he said. She lay back and displayed herself, waiting for the next direction.
He pulled the blindfold out of his pocket where he’d stuffed it the night before, and knelt next to her side so he could put it on. She lifted her head obediently without being told so that he could wrap it around. It had been several minutes since he’d heard her voice, he realized, and she appeared to be almost tranced out. In subspace.
See, I told you I could get you to feel even if I made you think.
Chapter Five
And now I get to do it all blindfolded? Vanessa’s limbs were tired from exertion. She’d never thought it would be so much exercise. And yet she was incredibly turned-on. Wet, and she knew it wasn’t just sweat, although there was plenty of that too, enough that she could smell herself and felt she needed a shower. He didn’t seem to mind though. Each of the positions was different, but all reminded her that she was she was a sexual being. She took a deep breath and waited for the next command.
Instead, all she could hear were his footsteps. With each moment that passed she became more aware of how very exposed she was. It felt less sexy and more just plain rude, lying with her legs open while he just watched. And the position wasn’t particularly restful either. Her thighs ached.
Something cool touched her pussy and she pulled back instinctively.
“Stay still, Vanessa. As still as you can. Make me proud.”
She nodded. The thing touched again, hard and plastic. And then it buzzed into life, vibrating against her clit as hard as the highest setting on her vibrator at home. It startled at first, then fetched a spark from within her that had been smoldering all day. He moved it expertly, making sure it touched all her most sensitive nerve endings, driving her crazy. Her hands fluttered on her ankles.
“Keep holding them,” he said softly. “You have not been given permission to change position.”
He wasn’t going to let her come. She was sure of that. He’d pull the damn vibrating thing away, leaving her perspiring and needy. She was half tempted to resist the toy’s siren call and refuse to become further aroused, if she could. She didn’t know that she could. But she did know he hadn’t asked her to fight. She wanted to be soft for him, yielding. He made it so hard. Maybe that was the point.
She sighed and pressed her pussy into the humming machine.
“Please,” she said.
“Please what, little one?”
“Please touch me with your hand. Anywhere.” Even more than an orgasm, she needed his personal touch, something more than mechanical.
She heard him breathe, almost a chuckle, and then he put his hand on her stomach and moved it in slow circles. She started to relax. Just a simple vibration wouldn’t send her over the edge, she didn’t think. Even if he kept moving… Well, maybe.
His hand drifted upward, gliding over her breasts. He plucked at her nipples. Then she felt his mouth on them, sucking, pulling. Oh god. He was driving her crazy. The tension in her core was winding up like a spring, ready to unwind all over her body.
“You’ve been such a good girl, and you’ve worked so hard, I really think you deserve a reward,” he told her, and he sounded as pleased as his words. She heard the flick of a switch and the vibrations increased. He pressed the vibrator down. She couldn’t hold back if she wanted to.
“Come for me, Vanessa,” he ordered at the same time that everything unwound at once.
She screamed. He clapped his hand on her mouth, muffling her cry. She tasted his skin, sweet and salty, as her hands squeezed her ankles and her toes curled up tight. He slid the vibrator into her pussy. With unerring aim he found the best place to press its buzzing end. A second orgasm started rippling before the first one was even complete. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel that good.
“We’re not done,” he said, removing his hand from her mouth. “But keep it down.” He smiled at her, taking any sting out of the words. He brushed over her breasts, slid along her tummy, and finally placed his fingers right over her clit. It had felt neglected once the vibrator moved, even if being penetrated had felt incredibly good. Could his fingers possibly do as good a job as the toy? Her whole pussy was shaking and his touch was electric. He coaxed another shudder out of her as her body reacted to the twin sensations of vibrating dildo and rubbing fingers. Flesh was better than plastic, especially if that flesh belonged to a Master like Hart Wolfe.
“Oh my god.” She’d always been satisfied enough getting to come once. Multiple orgasms were something of myth. She clenched her teeth to hush the moan that came from her lips. Surely he was done. But he moved the dildo in farther, past her G-spot, then started pumping it in and out. She felt the pressure build again. Everything was intensified because she couldn’t see. Her body felt liquid, out of her control. Her skin felt electric. And there was a short in her clit that had to be setting off sparks.
She let go of her ankles. She couldn’t help herself, as her whole body twitched in response to his fingers pressing on her clit, and the insistent thrusting of the vibrating toy. She scratched the floor for a second, then curled her fingers up into fists to avoid doing any more damage to the wood. A yelp escaped her mouth before she bit down again. She was hot, drenched with sweat and thoroughly satisfied.
“Relax position,” Hart said, slipping the plastic vibrator out of her. He flicked the off switch. He guided her hands to a place on the floor and pulled her legs into an outstretched position as well. It was as comfortable as having her head on a hardwood floor was likely to be. “You’re very responsive. It’s lovely. I may have to gag you next time though.”
Can the neighbors hear me scream? It wouldn’t be a concern at my place. She could probably fire a hunting rifle in her bedroom and the noise wouldn’t travel to the next house over. “You think people heard me?” she asked, mortified.
“Unless they’re not home, yeah, I think they heard you.” He leaned over and kissed her.
“Sorry, Master Hart.” Her heart sank. She didn’t want to let him down. Visions of the neighbors coming over to knock on the door to complain ran through her head. A little bit of her wanted to giggle, but mostly she just wanted to hide.
“Don’t worry. My problem and not yours. It’s my responsibility to take precautions and I should have realized there was a chance you might cry out. The thing is, I’m not a big fan of gags. I like to see your mouth move—it gives away more than you might think about what you’re feeling. And I want you to be able to give me feedback. You tend toward being quiet, so if you have something to say, I want to hear it. I know it won’t be frivolous. So for all those reasons, I’d prefer not to gag you. But—apartment life is what it is.”
“What if someone thinks you were murdering someone and calls the cops?”
He chuckled. “Oh, I think whoever heard knew exactly what was going on.”
She felt her cheeks turn crimson.
“You blush nicely too.” He slipped the blindfold off her. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor at her side. “I am pleased, Vanessa. Are
you pleased that I am pleased?”
The moment he said that, it was all that mattered. She’d just had the most incredible series of orgasms and he was pleased. Win-win. “Yes, Master Hart. Very much so.”
“Good. Now relax while I get you a pillow for your head.” He rose with the practiced ease only small children usually had from that position. Maybe he was used to it. He got a throw pillow from the couch and brought it back. She lifted her head and he slid it under. He sat back down as he was and stroked her belly.
“Was being denied hard?”
She’d almost forgotten about that because she felt so satisfied. “Darn straight it was,” she said with feeling. “That was mean.”
“Was it worth it?”
She weighed her words carefully. She’d just experienced the best orgasm she’d ever had. Of course it had been worth it. But if she said yes, he’d be saying no for a lot of the weekend. And every time he did, she was going to regret having admitted that denial had been worth it.
“It’s enough for me that you have to think about it,” he said cheerfully.
Ack! I guess I don’t have anything to lose by being honest. “Yes, it was worth it. But I was cursing you every time you said no.”
He smiled. “That’s what BDSM is all about. No, not the cursing. But it doesn’t have to be about pain either. Just that feeling of being pushed to do something past what you would normally seek out or want, because in the end it makes you feel good.” He smiled. “Look at me, trying to summarize it. I do believe that’s a big part of it, but obviously it’s more complex than that, and is different things to different people.”
She didn’t disagree with him, but she didn’t think that was most of it for her. Would she have liked being denied without the payoff of a climax? Maybe not. But there was something else more important and she didn’t know how to express it yet, so she asked a question instead. She knew it involved pleasing her Dom, and if denying her was what he enjoyed, so be it. “What’s it about for you, Master Hart?”
He put his hand to his chin. “I think I get a vicarious thrill out of taking a woman there. From doing the pushing.”