by Cyna Kade
His head sank onto the pillow as he fought not to collapse on top of her. “You waited, Julia,” he murmured. “It’s a start, a promising start.” He rolled to the side, freed her hands and pulled her close. “Take a nap. You’re going to need your strength,” he murmured.
They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
It was still dark when Julia woke. Oh, what was that delicious sensation coursing through her? It took her a moment to realize that Alex had his head buried between her legs. His tongue gave her clit a long, slow, hard lick. Julia’s hips rose off the bed, trying to get closer, as if begging him to repeat the motion. He put his hands on either side of her pelvis and pushed her back down.
“My rules. My pace, Julia.”
Anger flared for just an instant. She wanted to protest but she couldn’t deny Alex’s technique was effective. She had held on. It had been hard but she had held on. Not for long, but any delay was better than she usually did.
Alex kissed his way up her torso. “I need to know that you agree.”
Julia frowned. Had she missed something? “Agree to what?”
“I need to know that you agree that I’m in charge. Agree that I own your body. That I control you.”
Julia went cold. “I don’t know what that mean. Does that mean you’re going to be like Tom? Are you going to hurt me? How can I agree without knowing?”
“That’s the trust factor, love.”
“But I’m not sure I do trust you.”
“Even after what just happened? Now I know I can train you to delay your orgasms, to control them. I’m not sure how long we can stretch them out but I’m convinced we can. It won’t be easy and you’ll hate me but I can help you. I won’t do it though unless you agree. Earlier this evening I bullied you. That’s not my usual style and I don’t want that to happen again. You have to agree.”
Julia stared at Alex, suddenly aware of exactly what he was asking. He wanted her total surrender. Could she do that? Could she become one of his toys? And if she did agree, what would happen? Would he be able to tame her incessant need?
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Suzanne entered Alex’s office. She flicked on the monitoring system. Only a few people were involved in scenes. Most were still sleeping. With Alex gone, Suzanne had two choices. She could just supervise and maintain or she could exercise her dominance. She smiled. She’d never enjoyed running in place.
She reviewed the subs and Doms currently in residence and sighed. Alex hadn’t been the same since he met Julia four days ago. He’d let things slide here at the mansion. Suzanne decided to shake things up. If Alex didn’t like her actions, he could leave someone else in charge next time.
She went to the video bank and reviewed the last scenes of every guest. Most were fine but she noticed a tendency of Doms always to pick the same subs. She reviewed their contracts. Some subs had opted for only one Dom. She set those contracts aside. The others, who had checked the box for multiple Doms, needed to be accommodated. Charlene in particular was new. She’d indicated she wanted a broad experience yet she’d been with Mark exclusively. Technically Suzanne’s help a few days ago could be considered a multiple experience. Suzanne knew they could do better. She and Alex had discussed creating a stable of happy subs. She then matched Charlene’s video record and the contract. There were some noticeable gaps she didn’t think Mark was experienced enough to provide but she knew which Dom would be perfect. She called Tom into the office.
* * * * *
Julia climbed out of bed. She looked down at Alex. In sleep, he looked like a little boy—harmless and fun-loving. He didn’t look anything like the demon lover she’d encountered last night. He’d made love to her many times. Each time he’d made her wait longer and longer. For the first time in years, she woke and wasn’t horny. She believed she was almost normal, almost satiated. Hope flared. Maybe Alex would be able to tame her beast. At least he wasn’t intimidated by her sex drive. But she was still uncomfortable about her promise to surrender.
She’d fought him and her own need. She hadn’t been able to hold out though. Early this morning she’d agreed that he was in charge, that she trusted him and he would lead their relationship. What had she been thinking? Regret pierced her like a physical blow. She needed to get away from him. She couldn’t think when he was close.
Julia pulled on a swimsuit, went down the stairs and made her way to the lake. The water was cool against her heated skin. She dived in and swam until she ran out of breath. She came to the surface and looked toward the shore. She was out of practice. She used to be able to hold her breath a lot longer and get a lot farther.
The physical activity helped to clear her head. She’d been unduly influenced last night. She’d tell Alex she rescinded her permission. She hadn’t signed anything yet and the thought of him controlling her was simply too scary to contemplate. She’d made a mistake. He’d understand, wouldn’t he? She flipped on her back and watched the clouds while she floated.
The big, fluffy clouds reminded her of her childhood at the lake. Her grandfather’s cabin had always been her sanctuary from the rigidly confined life her parents wanted for her. Her grandfather had granted her the freedom of being a child. At least Alex had promised she’d be able to keep the cabin if she survived a year here. Of course, he could always withdraw that promise if their relationship soured. Maybe she should try to get it in writing. She giggled. She could just see a lawyer trying to make sense of an agreement not to do something when she didn’t even own the cabin yet.
Lost in her thoughts, Alex startled her when he came up under her and circled an arm around her waist. He pulled her back against his broad chest and inserted a leg between hers. He pressed his thigh up against her cunt. Heat flooded Julia. The intimate contact reminded her of why she’d agreed to Alex’s control. He felt right as he held her tightly. All of her earlier doubts fled from the sensations Alex created. All of Suzanne’s words of encouragement flooded in. Julia wanted more. More contact. More heat. More touching. More sex. She wasn’t strong enough to deny him. She was fooling herself if she thought she could.
Alex kissed the side of her neck, working his way up to her ear. “You need to be punished.”
Julia jerked. “What?”
He tightened his grip. “You didn’t ask my permission to go swimming. From now on, you don’t do anything without asking me first.”
“Alex—”
“You don’t speak without my permission.”
“You’ve got to be joking!”
“It’s no joke when we’re playing a scene. You need to obey me and part of that obedience is showing me respect.”
“I don’t want to play a scene right now!”
“But I do and it is my wishes that count.”
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea—”
“Are we going to have to go through this every time, Julia? I thought I’d already demonstrated that I can and will control you.”
Julia stilled.
Alex stripped off her bathing suit and threw it on the shore.
Julia shuddered as the cold water hit her nipples. The sensation against her naked skin made her wonder why she’d never gone skinnydipping before. Alex pulled her back to shallower waters. He used his legs to spread hers. Her head dropped back against his chest as he inserted two fingers into her cunt. Her breasts floated on top of the water. His other hand came up to pinch a nipple. He squeezed hard, causing her cunt to clench around his fingers. She tried to rock back and forth but he took his fingers out.
He pulled Julia to the dock, turned her and forced her hands to hold on to it. Without warning, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed a little to gain entrance. Then he pushed harder. “Don’t come,” he commanded her, his voice ragged.
He pulled out and she moaned as cold water replaced Alex’s heat. Before she could adjust to the sensation, he rammed home, forcing his way deep. Julia clenched around him.
“Don’t come!” he ordered again.
Julia panted and managed to hold on.
This time he eased just the tip of his cock into her vagina. She tightened her buttocks and tried to take more but again he pulled back.
“You come at my pleasure, don’t you, Julia?”
She moaned.
“Say it, Julia. Say that you come at my pleasure.” He teased her opening with the tip of his cock. “Say it!”
“I…I come…” Julia focused on the feel of his cock playing with her cunt and she couldn’t think.
“Don’t stop there or I’ll leave you needy. Say the entire sentence, Julia. Say, ‘I come at your pleasure, Alex’.”
“I come at your pleasure, Alex.” She rushed the sentence. She was so close. She didn’t want him to stop.
And he didn’t stop. He rammed his cock as deep as it would go while at the same time rubbing her clit. “Come now!” he commanded and she did.
* * * * *
Charlene woke up when a strange man entered her bedroom and said, “Get out of bed, slave!”
His voice was commanding, demanding that she obey. Her heart raced and she scrambled out of bed before she even had a chance to think. Once on her knees, questions raced through her head. Who was this man? Where was Mark? She didn’t dare ask. Mark had been rough but this man was harsh.
He wrapped a hand in her hair and jerked her head up. “Greet me!”
Charlene froze. What did he want?
“I see your training has been sadly lacking. The correct response is ‘Good morning, Master’. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is because you won’t know. In response to the phrase ‘Greet me’ you always say, ‘Good morning, Master’. Now let’s try again.” He paused and then said, “Greet me!”
“Good morning, Master,” Charlene replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Hello, slut. It’s time to play with a real Master. Mark has been way too easy on you.” The man pulled her up by her hair.
Charlene wanted to protest, to yell that Mark hadn’t been easy but her heart raced and she knew she wasn’t brave enough.
The man released her hair and grabbed her by the throat. He snapped a collar around her slender neck then attached a long cord.
She felt faint as she realized it was a leash. The man had just collared her as if she were a dog. This was too much. But before she could protest, he said, “Time for a walk, slut.”
The man pulled on the leash and walked her to the door.
She was naked. He wasn’t going to take her out like this, was he? She made a small sound.
“Quiet! Be happy I’m not making you crawl on all fours.”
He walked her through the door. Charlene’s face flamed as she left her room. It was the first time she’d been outside since she’d arrived. It was strange to pass through the door. And while the collar wasn’t tight, Charlene was intensely aware of it and the light tug of the leash attached to it.
The man walked her down the hallway. At least they didn’t meet anyone before he opened a door to room eight and led her through. She relaxed just a little before she took in the room.
She blanched. One entire wall was lined with whips and crops of all kinds. Chains hung down in the middle of the room and it didn’t take Charlene long to figure out that this man intended to hang her from them. She pulled back, but as if he’d anticipated her reaction, he yanked the leash toward him.
“No!” she screamed. “I don’t want this!”
“Then you shouldn’t have checked it off on the contract,” he replied, dragging her to the chains. He grabbed her wrists and quickly had her chained. He unlocked the leash.
Charlene pulled on the chains, trying to escape, but they held tight. The man let her struggle for a few minutes before he stepped close and grabbed her chin.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
Charlene stilled.
“That’s right. All you have to do is tell me your safeword and I’ll stop. But you agreed to this and I’m very happy to oblige. Do you understand?”
Charlene nodded.
“No, that’s not good enough. Say it!”
“I-I understand you’ll stop if I use my safeword…Master.”
The man trailed his hand from her neck to her nipple. He rolled it in his fingers, watching her all the time. Then he moved a hand to her cunt. Charlene’s face flamed. She knew she was wet. This man might scare her but his commanding presence was also arousing. He chuckled when he felt her moisture. “Little slut. You want this, don’t you?”
Charlene stayed silent.
He slapped her butt.
She squeaked. That hurt.
“Answer me when I speak to you. You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes…yes Master.”
“Good.”
The man walked over to the wall. Charlene watched with fearful eyes. She hoped he was kind and picked something soft. The canes looked far too painful for a first experience. She debated using her safeword. She wanted to but she wanted to know what this would be like. He was so commanding. She’d never met such a domineering personality. He wasn’t handsome. He had a scar on the left side of his face, and his nose had been broken at some time in the past. He was only a couple of inches taller than she was but he was broad with large muscles. She wished he’d take off his jeans and T-shirt. She bet his cock was thick rather than long, but with his jeans on there was no way to tell. She felt vaguely disloyal to Mark until she reminded herself that she had signed up for multiple partners. She smiled, anticipating the scene to come.
The man picked up a whip and snapped it within an inch of Charlene’s face. She flinched when she realized that was where his scar had come from. She whimpered. She didn’t want a scar like that. The man smiled, seemingly pleased with her response.
“No, you’re not ready to be whipped. You’re not ready for a cane either. We’ll get to those some other day. Today I think I’ll start with my hand.” He walked behind her. He placed one large hand on her belly and with his other hand he delivered five sharp slaps to her buttocks.
Charlene’s breath hitched as the pain flared into the center of her being. He’d used his full strength on her. She could feel the heat of his slaps as her buttocks reddened.
“Very good,” he commented. “Excellent contrast between where I’ve hit you and where I haven’t.” He moved in front of her and gave her a hard kiss. “Relax, slave. I’m going to enjoy this and it is a very good thing to please me.” He grabbed her hot buttocks and pressed his rough jeans against her crotch. He kneaded her bottom while he rubbed against her front. “Would you like a butt plug before we get started?”
Charlene was a little faint. Before they got started? What had he been doing?
He squeezed harder. “Answer me, slave. Do you want a butt plug?”
Charlene swallowed hard then remembered the correct answer. “Whatever pleases you, Master.”
“Good.” He let her go and stepped back. He tilted his head as his eyes roamed her body. Then he nodded. “You need some jewelry first.”
Charlene hadn’t noticed the cabinet in the corner until the man walked over to it. He pulled out a drawer and rummaged in it until he found what he was looking for. He walked back to her and pinched a nipple. The clamps he’d selected were Japanese clover clamps. Charlene recognized them but she’d never experienced them.
He didn’t give her time to adjust and the intensity of the clamps took her breath away, she couldn’t even scream. She sagged as he clamped her other breast.
He tilted her chin. “The pain will stop soon. I won’t leave them on too long since you’re so new but it’s my duty to give you as many experiences as possible.”
Charlene struggled to stand upright.
“Good girl.” He walked back to the cabinet and took out a rod of some kind.
Charlene frowned. It wasn’t until he bent to place her ankles in restraints that she realized he was putting her into a bar to keep her legs apart. T
he restraint made her feel more naked than anything else he’d done. If all this was just preparation, how was she going to survive when he really got started?
He made one more trip to the cabinet. This time he came back with a lubricated anal plug. Not as large as the plug Mark had used but she wasn’t ready yet. Her eyes widened as the man went behind her and spread her buttocks with his fingers. He inserted the tip into her anus and rubbed it around, gradually enlarging her opening until he could insert the plug. Once he stared, he didn’t hesitate. He used a firm, smooth pressure to push the plug past the widened base to the narrow part so she’d be able to keep it inside her body.
Charlene bowed her head and tried to control her breathing so she could assimilate all the impressions assaulting her senses. Her butt still flamed. The clamps bit deep and the plug stretched her. Focused as she was, the man surprised her when he pushed three fingers into her vagina.
“Don’t come!”
Charlene fought to obey him and failed. Her cunt clenched around his fingers as the orgasm swept over her.
“Bad girl! You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
Charlene blinked. He’d sounded happy.
“Now you’re ready for your punishment.” He smiled and trailed a finger down her face. “I think you’re going to enjoy this.”
He walked over to the wall and picked up a flogger. The falls were wide and short. They looked soft. For a moment, Charlene wondered how such a soft-looking thing could do any damage then he snapped the flogger, creating a sharp sound, and Charlene wondered how she would stand it.
She lowered her eyes as he started back toward her. He held the flogger in front of her.
“Kiss it!”
“Yes Master,” she said before lowering her head and kissing the rough leather.
She shuddered when he trailed it over her breasts and around her waist. She tensed, waiting for the blow.
Chapter Twelve
Mark stormed into Alex’s office. “What do you mean, giving Charlene to Tom? She’s not ready for his intensity!”