Battle of Wills 1 - Retraining the sub

by Denys Jennifer

  Ann realized that, by giving her the rope, it meant that if she did panic she could just let go, and, after just a little jiggling, her arms would instantly be released. That surprised her. Why would he do that since her training was supposed to be about giving up control?

  “I can see by your expression you are confused.”

  She nodded.

  “You think I have given control back to you?”

  Her nod was less certain this time.

  “But you know full well you can’t let go, or you are finished in this club. Trust works both ways. Not only does the sub have to trust her Master, but the Master trusts the sub to only give her safe word when it is really necessary—or to only let go the rope when she cannot stand it anymore. Or indeed, to tell her Dom if it is hurting so much that he needs to release her.”

  “I understand.” Dammit, she had hoped to make him lose control, not have him prove she could cope. She also refused to admit how much she was enjoying the bondage. There is no way in hell I’m doing that! So much for her plan to get him carried away and make love to her. She grimaced. He could hardly do that when she was practically in a chastity belt! Okay, I’ll have to think of something else.

  Chapter Seven

  As he stood behind her staring at the beautiful sight of the bound girl, Luke’s hand trembled. He had always found the view of a trussed-up woman very arousing, but that wasn’t entirely why he was shaking. He was rather amazed that Ann hadn’t chickened out so far, but then he sighed inwardly knowing he had made it easy for her not binding her arms behind her back like he had originally intended, leaving them until last, and even then giving her the rope to hold.

  God, maybe Sean was right, and I need to go on the Dom retraining program after all. No, that can’t be it. Sean wanted me to go on the program to stop being so hard on my subs, and here I am being a complete wimp. Maybe being with Ann brought out the softer side of him, and Luke found he didn’t like that one bit.

  Gathering in his confused feelings and hardening the gentleness he was exuding, Luke knew he now needed to take this a step further, to push Ann’s boundaries that bit more. Pressing himself against her back he reached down a hand to her pussy, getting a gasp from her in response. He stifled a grin, and ran his fingers over the knot pressing on her clit, adding his own pressure.

  Her gargled cry and resulting shudder were pleasing to his ears. Leaving her clit he followed the line of the rope, pretending to check it wasn’t cutting in, but enjoying the feel of it tucked against her crease. He wasn’t sure why he liked it so much. Probably something to do with Dominance and submission, he guessed.

  As he fondled her folds either side of the rope noticing her moistness, Ann jerked forward. Luke had to grab hold of a bound arm to stop her stumbling and falling, but kept his other hand between her legs. “Hmm. You are getting the rope wet, my love.”

  “Yes, I know,” she said so ruefully he nearly chuckled. But then she started to get her own back on him for having tied her up as she snuggled back against him. He got suspicious. “All my cream is a bit wasted on the rope when you could put it to good use … Master.”

  Luke scowled. How dare she attempt to seduce him! “Are you trying to top me, Annabel?” His voice was hard with anger.

  “No, Sir, just offering myself, as any good sub would do.”

  Her smirk was too much to take, even though she tried to turn her head away from him to hide it. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back roughly. Her yelp didn’t bother him as he responded in a deceptively quiet voice. “Don’t goad me, Annabel. I can always get the single-tailed whip out. I have yet to really train you as regards punishment.”

  She flushed and looked worried. “I’m sorry.”

  Studying her face for a moment, he made a decision, and dropped his hand from her hair, pushing her upright as he stepped away. “Get on your knees,” he stated firmly, hands on his hips, determined to get his own back.

  “Pardon me?” She stood still, her face a picture of uncertainty about what he was intending doing.

  “Stop looking so anxious. I’m not about to thrash you, as much as I would like to. Down. Now!”

  She looked at the floor and then shifted around a bit. “Um, Luke. I’m not sure how to do this without my hands being free. I’m afraid I’ll topple over.” She laughed as she tried to bend a knee under her, but her fear stopped her from making the final drop.

  He let his Dom mastery fall for a moment and chuckled along with her. Reaching out a hand he clenched his fingers around the vertical rope up her back. “Okay, you can ease down now. I’ve got you.”

  As she gingerly bent her knees the rope tightened on her folds, and she gasped. “Oh God.”

  “Ann?”

  “It’s all right. It’s the sensation of the rope rubbing my—my labia.”

  Smiling, he knew from previous subs how the rope could feel when it pressed on that sensitive area, particularly when a person was as aroused as Ann clearly was. He answered sardonically, “Yes, my love. That is how it is supposed to make you feel.”

  As he loosened his hold slightly so that it didn’t pinch her in any way, Ann managed to drop to her knees with a slight thud. She swayed a bit until he settled her.

  Untangling his fingers in the rope, Luke moved around to stand in front of Ann, watching her face as she clearly seemed to be wondering what was going to take place next. He undid his belt, withdrawing it from his jeans very slowly. He had said he wouldn’t whip her, but he couldn’t resist the implied threat as he did this, observing the panic in her face. This was followed by relief when he threw it to the ground. He smiled at this, relishing the ever-changing emotions on her face and that it was he who put them there. That made him ponder for a moment, as the Ann of old had always been hard to read, keeping her feelings hidden.

  Keeping his gaze on her face he proceeded to undo the button at the top of the waist, and then went on to unzip his jeans. His throbbing, erect cock popped out. He had never bothered with underwear when at the club. It was good to get his cock out as it had been pressing on his zipper as he had gotten more and more aroused during the bondage scene, and it was now very uncomfortable.

  All the while he watched her expression, closely enjoying the mixed emotions crossing it. By now she was biting her lip. Her eyes rose to his, her anxiety clear as it became obvious he was going to ask her to give him a blow job. He remembered the few times they had tried fellatio in the past that she hadn’t enjoyed it in the slightest. In fact, she had gagged so much she had thrown up on one occasion. He pushed the recollection to the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to be swayed by past remembrances, and he tightened his face.

  “You wanted my cock—well you are going to have your wish, my lovely sub. You are going to take it in your beautiful mouth.”

  “Luuuuuke. You know I can’t do that.” She tried unsuccessfully to scoot backward away from him.

  “And I recall telling you at the start of this training you have to trust me.” He sighed in exaggerated irritation. “But answer me one question before I continue. Since our time have you given anyone else a blow job?” Part of him hoped she hadn’t, as he didn’t like the thought of her with another man. But he then mentally kicked himself at being so stupid since they were, after all, in the premier BDSM club in the city, and she was a submissive.

  A flush covered her face. “I’ve tried a few times before, but gagged badly each time.”

  Cupping her chin he raised her face upward. Her eyes were brimming with tears that she was blinking hard to get rid of. He nearly backed down at the sight, but steeled himself as he had a sudden thought. “I have an idea, but you have to have faith in me, all right?” He continued more firmly when she failed to answer. “Ann!” After a moment’s pause he got a nod. A slight one, but one all the same, and, taking hold of his cock, he brought it closer to her face, his hand still gripping her chin.

  She opened her mouth automatically.

  He was pleased with her su
bmission, but his plan was to do something else altogether. “Uh uh. Keep your lips closed for the moment.” She looked up at him confused, and he proceeded to stroke his engorged member over her ruby lips, rubbing the pre-cum onto them, until she instinctively reached out to lick her lips, tasting him as she did. This was the sign that he was waiting for, the relaxing of her mouth, and he pressed slowly, holding back his body’s desire to thrust, until she opened her lips fully and took him in.

  As she moved her head forward quickly to take more of him than he wanted her to take at this moment in time, he gripped her hair to hold her back, saying roughly, “No, don’t move. Keep your head still. Let me do the work. I will only go as far as I know you can take.”

  Knowing from her violent shaking that this had clearly unsettled her, he grimaced. He had been somewhat brusque. He hadn’t meant to be, but he had been taken aback by her sudden movement. He pulled out and knelt in front of her, cupping her face. The Dom in him knew he had to assuage her fears. “Shh, you can do this. You just need to do it at my pace.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

  “Take some deep breaths. Go on. That’s it. In and out. In and out. Once more. Good girl.” He watched her closely waiting until she had calmed, and he wiped her teary face with his thumbs. “All right, let’s try again.” He rose to his feet again, and brought his now slightly deflated cock back to her face, and eased it between her lips again. As he requested she didn’t move, but stayed still, so he pressed in farther before immediately retreating to rest his mushroom-shaped head on her bottom lip giving her a moment to take in a shuddering breath.

  His hands were still on either side of her face as he pushed in again, staying longer before retreating again. Her breathing was stronger, less shaky.

  “Okay, Ann. This time I am going to stay inside you much longer. Just relax your mouth, and breathe through your nose. If you start to gag I will pull out instantly. Here we go.” It was murder on him going this slowly. Her mouth was warm and tight, and even her breath aroused him as it flowed over his member. He was very, very hard.

  Counting off the seconds, he watched her closely, waiting for the instant she gagged, and it never came. Instead, he felt her tentatively start to lick him, and curl under his cock. When she brought her tongue around to his head, dipping into his slit he jerked strongly, and she stopped momentarily.

  Christ, that felt amazing.

  When he didn’t pull out of her she continued her ministrations, although avoiding his slit this time, taking her time licking him along the side, tracing the veins along the side.

  Luke debated for a moment whether he should let her continue what she was doing, seeing that she was not panicking, or regain control and hold her still, doing it his way.

  As she sucked her cheeks in and drew her mouth back until only the head was inside he decided to let her stay as she was—for the next few seconds, at any rate.

  “Jesus, Ann. Holy shit. That feels so good.”

  When he started thrusting into her lovely, tight, wet mouth she stiffened beneath him, so he pulled out to the tip, and felt her relax.

  Knowing it would be a good idea to get a rhythm going he said, “Okay, I am going to push in and out now. Don’t tense up. Just keep your mouth open, and I’ll do all the work. Do you hear me, Annabel?” He tilted his head to make sure she could see his face. “I’m the one in control, here.”

  She rolled her eyes at him, and he gasped in outrage. “I’ll remember that, young lady, next time your backside is facing me.”

  Her attempt to say, “Sorry, Master,” while her lips were around his cock was really quite amusing, but he wasn’t about to let her get away with that one, so he continued to frown at her, and fought hard not to let his lips smile. He had never had this much fun in the past—with Ann, or indeed anyone else.

  “Okay, here we go. Nice and slow, just relax.” He pushed in an inch, and then back out again, in a bit more, and out again. Each one was timed with his breaths. Inhale—in her mouth. Exhale—out. He deliberately made himself breathe deeply and slowly, despite an instinct to speed up as his arousal grew. At the same time someone not used to giving oral sex would find this tiring, so he knew he had to finish soon, and started making his plunges a little quicker, only partially aware that Ann was actually sucking him on each retreat. He held back the desperate desire to groan loudly.

  Meanwhile, he reached one of his hands down to his aching balls, and started squeezing them, rolling them in his fingers. Normally he would tell his sub to fondle them, but he couldn’t exactly ask her to do that in this instance. He chuckled at the situation.

  Suddenly his balls tightened. “Christ, I’m coming.” Luke felt his cum shooting up his cock, and, wrenching himself from Ann’s mouth to avoid her choking on his seed, he burst out over her chin instead.

  Oh dear God that was so good. In fact, it was better than he ever remembered anyone giving him a blow job.

  Shuddering, he bent over, putting his hands on his trembling knees as he took a few moments to recover from that incredible experience. Then, taking a deep breath, he stood upright and looked down at Ann, who was still kneeling on the floor. She gazed at him. Her expression was a mixture of victory at having done this to him, amazement that she hadn’t gagged, and something else indeterminate, that eight years ago he would have said was love.

  His face tightened as he stared at her. No, no, no. There was no way he was going through this again. The last time had nearly killed him. He wasn’t going to fall for her all over again. He would see her in hell first.

  Chapter Eight

  An arm snaked around her waist as she stood looking around the room for Luke. She became conscious that her initial thoughts were to look for him these days. She had hardly spoken to her other sub friends in ages. Thinking back she calculated that it had been only been two weeks since that first encounter with Luke. Somehow it seemed like months.

  “Good evening, Annabel.”

  Uh oh. He sounded confident. Damn, she thought she had gotten through to him after the last session when she had given him that blow job. She was still amazed at what she had accomplished, which had actually been down to his patience, she admitted unwillingly. Something else she didn’t want to admit was how much she liked doing it. How the hell did that happen, when it was something she had hated before? There was also something else. She was getting feelings for him she hadn’t felt since they were first dating. That eagerness to see him, to touch him, to see him smile at her, for him to be proud of her. She wondered if they would have had this all these years if she had trusted him back then. Ann gritted her teeth and tried to put those emotions aside. She still hadn’t pushed him into losing his control and making love to her.

  She relaxed back into his body, hoping that would unnerve him, but felt no change in him whatsoever.

  “I’ve decided to do something today that you enjoy doing for a change.”

  Excellent! She was definitely getting to him, but resisted the urge to grin broadly. Instead, she stroked his bare arm that was clasped around her. “What is that?”

  “You’ll see,” he said enigmatically, which was extremely irritating. Taking hold of her elbow, he steered her into another public room, the one where demonstrations usually took place.

  Ann frowned. This was unusual. So far all their sessions had taken place in the private rooms. Something she had never been comfortable with was public exhibition. Their staring eyes reminded her too much of all the wedding guests glaring at her as she ran up the aisle, and that was probably a major reason why she constantly cried out her safe word. But, hang on a moment. Hadn’t Luke said they would be doing something she liked? Curiouser and curiouser.

  Luke led them over to a wide, deep comfy chair, and settling into it, he encouraged her to sit on his lap as she originally went to kneel by his side, which was the common position for subs.

  Sliding onto his legs she leaned against his body recalling how much she used to enjoy their
cuddles, although Luke was now much more muscled than he had been. She reached out a hand to run a finger from his neck to the V where his shirt buttoned. She had every intention of opening the buttons and running her hands over his gorgeous chest. However, Luke had other ideas, and taking hold of her waist, he surprised her by lifting her until her back was against his front, and her legs were either side of his, before he placed her down again.

  An “eek” escaped her before she could help it, and she rued it after she heard a chuckle from behind her. She was now sitting facing into the room, and her legs were wide open with her pussy on view to all, since Luke had insisted that she wear no panties. She now knew why. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but Luke just widened his even further, and tutted at her.

  “Shh. Just relax back and enjoy the show.”

  She frowned. She could do that. In fact, it would help her forget that anyone looking in their direction could see everything beneath her short skirt, which had ridden up. “What is the demo tonight?” The club put on regular shows by those regarded as Masters. Not every Dom was a Master, as that involved some degree of expertise.

  “Here they come now. Watch, and you will see.”

  Ann gritted her teeth at his lack of information and glanced over to her left. She saw Master Trey saunter through the crowd that was amassing to watch. She shuddered. He was someone she had studiously avoided whenever he was around. She found him too arrogant, too supercilious, as if he didn’t care about his subs at all. She knew he had been into BDSM for many, many years and pondered how old he was, probably somewhere in his late forties.

  As Trey and his sub arrived on the stage Ann started to tense, seeing it had been set up with a spanking bench. As much as she enjoyed watching other scenes, including punishment ones, she wasn’t sure she wanted to watch it while encased in Luke’s arms. She knew she had a habit of living every stroke with the sub. And a spanking bench could be used for a variety of different implements. Therefore, Luke would know how much she hated having someone use them on her. Or maybe that would be a good thing if he did know. He had yet to really use anything on her.