“I knew you would.” Silas sounded please. “Thank you so much.”
“Anytime,” Gloria said. “You call tell me what you found out when we see each other on Sunday.”
Silas laughed when she told him about her mother’s ‘fishing expedition’. He put his hand on her leg and squeezed. “You did good. And you’ve earned yourself a whipping.”
“Yes.”
“You sound unsure of your reward. I thought you liked it.”
“I do, but…” She groaned, then told him about her disastrous attempt at a whipping with Justin just before she’d come out here.
“It’s going to be fine. I’ve done a little thinking this morning, and I decided that you want this—you just don’t want to admit it. If we waited on you to be totally ready, I have a feeling we’d be waiting for a while. I’ve been too easy on you. That’s about to change.”
A thrill shot through her. They were traveling down the road from the hotel to his house.
“You will follow my every command, or the reward will turn to punishment. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir Silas.”
“Yes, Sir Silas.”
He parked the car in front of the garage and hit the button to raise the door. “Get out here. I’m going to park the car. When I come back you’d better be naked.”
“But it’s daylight, and someone might be…”
“Did I ask for your opinion? Do as I say.”
She got out of the car and pulled her sweater over her head. The cool air wrapped around her as she undid her bra and toed off her shoes at the same time. She was undoing her jeans when Silas came out of the garage.
“You’re very slow. We’ll have to work on that. Hurry up.” She looked over at him and gulped. He had a riding crop in his hand, and he was drumming the end of it against his calf. “I said hurry up.”
She finished undressing, then wrapped her arms around her stomach. It was colder than she’d thought.
“Hands behind your back, legs spread, head down.” Juices flowed inside her as she followed his directions. Her nipples were rock hard, and she didn’t think it was totally from the cold.
He walked to her, his boots crunching on the leaves that covered the ground. He walked around her, inspecting her stance; then he tapped the crop on her ass.
“March. Into the garage and up the stairs.” He continued to tap the crop on her ass as she walked. The slight pain shot through her, making her want more. When she was at the top of the stairs, he reached around and opened the door. She watched him click a button and heard the garage door go down.
She stepped into the house and gasped when he slapped the crop against her ass. “All fours.”
Calliope got down on her hands and knees, and he slapped the crop against her ass again. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir Silas.” She groaned when he rubbed the tip of the crop against her pussy lips.
“You like that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Crawl to the blanket in the middle of the floor.” Calliope lifted her head enough to see a black square on the floor. She crawled toward it, and as she got nearer she could see an array of paddles laid out. It could only mean one thing. He’d planned this before he left the house. He’d used the idea of a reward to bolster her up to face his mother. She wanted to stand and kiss him.
“Pick one.” He moved to the other side and ran the crop over the paddles.
Calliope glanced at them. There was a wide selection, from black leather to wooden, round to long, with holes and without. She looked them over, daunted by the selection.
“I grow tired of waiting.” He moved behind her and slapped the crop against her thigh. “Pick one.”
She put her hand out to grab one of the rounded leather ones, but he slapped the tip of the crop against her forearm. “With your mouth.”
Calliope wanted to ask why, but she knew that was the wrong thing to do. Henry had never done anything like this, but she thought about Gloria’s words, switching the word Dom for lover. No two Doms are alike. No more comparing Henry and Silas. Henry is gone. It was time to move on.
She glanced at the paddle, saw it had a leather thong threaded through the handle. It took her a few tries to capture the object in her mouth, but when she had, she lifted her head to show him.
“Excellent. Follow me.” She crawled after him as he walked to a bench that was near the couch. She hadn’t remembered it being there earlier. He sat down and pointed to a spot in front of him. She stopped there and sat back on her knees, the paddle hanging from her mouth.
“I’m very pleased,” he said as he placed the crop next to him on the bench. His praise warmed her, and she tried to smile around the paddle. “You’ll spend a lot of time on your knees next to me. I like that subservient position.”
She nodded.
“Good.” He took the paddle from her mouth, then held it out in front of her face. “Kiss it.”
The leather was warm against her lips, and it made her want the spanking even more. “Paddling first, crop second. Over my knee, Calliope.”
She scrambled to obey him, and when he rubbed the paddle against her bottom, she thought she would climax.
“Your safe word is ink. Repeat it.”
“Ink.”
“Again.”
“Ink.”
“Once more.”
“Ink.”
He continued rubbing the leather against her bottom. “Hands behind your back, head down. You can cry out all you like this time. I rather look forward to hearing you groan in pain.”
Silas slapped the paddle against her bottom. She moaned at the contact and tried to move her hand down to cover her bottom. He grabbed it and pulled it toward the small of her back. He started to spank her, slowly at first, the intensity increasing with each swat.
Calliope closed her eyes and savored the heat; the searing pain that spread through her bottom made her tremble with need. He spanked her long and hard, the paddle landing alternately on her buttocks and thighs.
Calliope screamed in pain, writhed against him, and bucked her hips in invitation whenever he would stop. When he finally stopped for real and she wriggled, he tapped the leather against her. Then he held the paddle down in front of her face.
“Kiss it.” She did as he asked, loving the ritual of the kiss, knowing it meant she accepted both the beginning and the end of the instrument’s use.
“Crop now. Ten strokes. Get down.” She scrambled off his lap. “Get the crop. Offer it to me.”
Her ass throbbed as she followed his instructions. She took the crop in her mouth, pulling on the thong as she’d done with the paddle. He took it from her and placed it in front of her mouth.
“Kiss it.” Once again, she kissed it. He stood right after. “Over the bench, hands behind your back.”
She wanted to argue that she needed her hands, so that she could balance herself. But she didn’t. When she was in position, he put a knee on the bench next to her and clasped her hands in his free hand.
“Count.” Then he swung the crop. It landed with a resounding whack and Calliope cried out.
“I said count.”
“One.”
A second stroke. “Two.”
A third. “Three.”
Damn, her ass hurt. She’d taken a crop whipping of one hundred strokes on her first anniversary and never cried out.
This time was different. By the seventh stroke her ass burned so badly she thought she might spontaneously combust.
They made it to ten, and she wiped away the tears that flooded her eyes. Silas stood and his command this time was softer. “Knees.”
She obeyed him, keeping her head down as he held the crop in front of her face again.
“Kiss it.” He stroked her hair as her lips touched the leather-encased metal. “Good girl. Now, on all fours, crawl to the bathroom.”
She wasn’t sure she liked this crawling thing. Henry had only made he
r… She shook her head to clear her thoughts. No two Doms are alike. This is Sir Silas, not Henry. He followed her to the bathroom, the riding crop in his hand. When they were there, he tapped it gently on her aching ass.
“Stand up and turn with your ass toward the mirror.”
He stepped in front of her when she was in position. He put the crop under her chin and brought her head up. “I’m afraid I might have gotten a little carried away for your first time back. How do you feel?”
“It hurts, Sir Silas.”
“Glance over your shoulder.”
She looked back at her red ass, at the raised welts on her skin.
“Turn around and bend over the counter. Put your face against the glass.” The marble was cold against her skin, and she gasped loudly when something cold rubbed against her ass. It took her a few moments to realize it was cream. Silas applied it to each cheek, stroking gently.
When her buttocks were fully covered with the cooling balm, he tapped her ass with his fingers. “Stand up and turn toward me.”
She did, closing her eyes in pleasure when he kissed her forehead. “Tell me the truth, too hard, or not hard enough?”
What should she say? Would he think her a total pain slut? “I can take more,” she whispered as he stroked his thumb against her cheek.
“That’s good to know, but we’ll build up to it. Now, go to bed, lie on your stomach, and sleep for a while.”
“But you,” she swallowed back the fear of speaking back after he’d given her an order, “you’re hard. Would you like me to… suck you?”
“No, not now. When you’re awake we’ll play. Right now, I want you to go to bed and savor your spanking. I know how much you needed it.”
He was right, she did. She wanted to come, but she wouldn’t do it unless he did. She looked up into his eyes, even if that was something he hadn’t told her to do. “Thank you, Sir Silas.”
“You’re welcome.” He let his hand trail down to her breast where he pinched a nipple. “Now, go.”
She did as he asked, and when she was settled in the bed, she realized he was doing what any good Dom would do. He was leaving his sub wanting more. Much, much more.
She woke with a very sore bottom and very male hands fingering her clit. Calliope moaned and moved her hips.
“Sir Silas, that feels wonderful.” She rotated her hips, her sore bottom coming into contact with a very erect cock. She remembered his promise to fuck her up the ass tonight, but she wasn’t sure if he would. He continued to tug and pull on her clit, moving the ring, pushing the ball down into her sensitive bundle of nerves. She was right on the edge.
“Sir, may I come?”
“You may not.”
“Please?”
“I said no.” He pinched her clit harder. “Naughty, Calliope. Don’t ask again until I give you permission to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Sit up.” She did as he asked, scooting to the middle of the bed when he pointed to it.
“Spread your legs.” He sat across from her, his legs spread wide, placing them over hers. She was wide open for his perusal now, but he was also open for hers. He fisted his dick and stroked it.
“Play with your cunt.” Her fingers trailed to her clit as her gaze stayed trained on where he jerked himself. “Now, tell me how you feel about everything we’ve done. Not physically, I know those reactions. I felt you come. I felt you shudder with the need for more when I whipped you, and I would have given it to you if I thought you could have taken it after such a long absence. What I want to know is how you’re feeling in your mind, and in your heart. And I want you to tell me the truth. Swear it.”
“I swear,” she whispered. “I… I…” She glanced away and stopped her movements.
“Did I say you could stop? Finger that clit, and keep your eyes turned in my direction.”
“Yes, Sir Silas.”
“If you don’t follow directions, I’ll withhold whippings. That will be punishment for you. Tell me.” She opened her mouth and shut it several more times before he whispered, “It’s all right. Tell me, and don’t stop fingering yourself.”
It was hard to concentrate on her feelings, since she was so close to the edge. But she knew she had to do it, and she had to be honest.
“At first, I felt guilty, almost like I was cheating on him. Now, I feel a little guilty because I don’t feel guilty. Does that make sense?”
“Yes. How did the whipping make you feel?”
“I loved it, which makes me wonder why I screamed when Justin tried to whip me and savored each stroke you gave me.”
“I won’t even try to diagnose it, but I’m sure my mother would love to try.” She giggled and looked away. When he cleared his throat, she looked back.
“Sorry.”
“Yes, we’re going to have to work on your obedience.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir Silas.”
“When you said my name as you woke up, I was very happy. I was afraid you’d say Henry’s name.”
“No, I knew it was you. But I can’t just forget him.”
“I don’t expect you to forget him. I see a time in the future when you can tell a story about something the two of you did together, and you can laugh about it, because the memory is good. But it’s time to move on, and I want you to move on with me. Will you do that?”
“Yes.” She nodded vigorously. “I want to.”
“Get on your knees on the floor.” She hurried off the bed, putting her hands behind her back as she knelt.
“Very good. When you are in this house you will be naked, unless I set out clothing for you to wear, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir Silas.”
“You will obey me in all personal matters as a good submissive, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir Silas.”
“Never ever hold back from me. I want complete honesty from you at all times.”
Calliope swallowed. “Yes, Sir Silas.”
“Open your mouth as wide as you can. You may finger your clit, but don’t come.” He was jerking himself again, and when she opened her mouth, he grasped her hair, tilting her head back. The tip of his cock entered her mouth, and she resisted the urge to close her mouth around him and suck.
“Excellent. You can be obedient. Just leave your mouth open.” He came in seconds, but he didn’t aim his stream into her mouth. He shot over her breasts, coating them as she continued to poke and prod at her clit.
“Come.”
Calliope came hard, bolts of lightning shooting through her as she screamed out his name.
“Lick me clean.” She bathed his softening cock with her tongue, reveling in the salty male aroma. Her tongue slid down to his balls and then back up. He tasted delicious, and she wanted more. She wanted to swallow every drop of him.
“Crawl to the bathroom and wash yourself off, then come to me in the living room.”
“Yes, Sir.” When she was clean, she crawled back through the bedroom. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about all this crawling. It was something she’d never done before. Henry had always made her walk behind him, but never crawl. This was Silas’ way of keeping her subservient, even when he wasn’t around.
She found him in the living room, slouched on the couch. He wore jeans, the top button open, and nothing else. His dark chest hair disappeared inside the denim. As she neared, he pointed to an oversize pillow. “This is where you sit, unless otherwise instructed to stay on your knees. You may sit now, because I like the idea of you sitting on your sore bottom.”
She did as he asked, and he stroked her hair. “We’ll watch some TV, so I can see the late news; after that we’ll fix some dinner and go to bed.”
“Sir Silas, may I ask a question?”
“Yes.”
“Do I need to have permission to speak?”
“Not unless we’re in a scene. But you will ask for permission to get up from your cushion.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“
Good girl. I’m trying to think of the right name for you. Maybe I’ll have one before I collar you. How long has it been since you’ve worn a collar?”
Her heart clenched a little. She remembered taking the scissors to the one she’d worn during her marriage to Henry, how cutting it apart had hurt her hands. “I destroyed Henry’s collar on the one-year anniversary of his death. I was angry at him for leaving me.”
“When I think you’re ready for another, I’ll let you know.”
She felt like she belonged again. It was a feeling that grew stronger with each minute that passed. They watched TV, laughed about jokes on sitcoms and discussed their mutual love for old movies.
They talked so much they didn’t realize it was almost midnight, and they’d never eaten dinner. They went to the kitchen where she cut up cheese, and he fed her cheese and crackers while she knelt in front of him.
Each bite increased the sensation that she’d found someplace where she could belong. There was a slight amount of guilt in the back of her mind, but it was pushed aside by the memory that Henry liked Silas, and Henry wouldn’t want her to be alone.
But Henry liked Justin too, a voice popped off as she chewed a piece of cheese, and you rejected him.
Maybe it was because he was close to Henry. Maybe she needed something further away.
“Where are you?” She jerked her head up at his words.
“What?”
“You’re millions of miles away. What are you thinking about?”
She thought about telling him a lie but remembered her promise of complete honesty.
“I was thinking about Henry, and how he would be happy that I was with you.”
“Good.” He gave her another bite, then dusted crumbs from his hand. “Let’s go to bed. We have an early morning. You need to look over the records Gloria found, and I need to do some bookwork. Plus, Phillip and Nella will be back tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll cook all day. She usually does.”
“What are we doing on Saturday that we couldn’t go to your parents’ house?”
“I have a baseball game, and I’m going to be glad to add you to my cheering section.”
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