“Put your hands together behind your back,” Asher’s honeyed voice buzzed through her.
She did as she was told and laced her fingers together at the top of her ass. The jingle of his belt buckle rang in her ear followed by a whoosh of leather sliding through fabric. Warm straps encircled her wrists, the buckle clanging in uneven tones as he tied it tight between her hands.
Mia swallowed hard and pulled at her hands, trying to loosen the bonds. She was firmly bound with no chance of freedom. Her breath quickened, stoking the fire growing in her belly. The bed springs creaked and she turned her head toward the sound.
“A submissive would be punished for that peek,” he growled.
She whipped her head back to face the wall.
“Come to me.”
Relieved to leave her corner, Mia spun on her heels and stepped toward him. Asher sat on the edge of the bed with his feet apart and patted the top of his thighs, beckoning her to the spot in between his knees. She complied and the heat of his hands enveloped her body as he pulled her in. She arched her back while his fingers teased up to the lacey band across her ribcage. He unsnapped her bra before pulling her hairpins, releasing her long, dark locks. Coiling her hair around his palm, he pulled downward, tipping her face toward the ceiling. He fondled the lace fabric of her bra, which only stayed secured by her arms pressed against her body. He slowly removed the band of lace and a rush of chilly air surrounded her breasts. The cool temperature was replaced with liquid heat when he took her nipple between his teeth. Mia moaned as sparks traveled from her breasts down to her core.
“Keep your legs straight and bend forward.”
Heated palms slid down her back, encircled her waist and guided her forward so that she was bent over his leg, her face and chest resting on the bed.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a partial reflection of the back of her legs and her ass, lifted high in the air. Her pussy ached with exquisite need as she watched his hands gently lift the fabric of her skirt. Mia closed her eyes as his palm rubbed small circles over her ass cheek and thigh. The heat suddenly disappeared and her eyes shot open in time to watch his hand come down with a slap. She whimpered as the sound echoed through the room. His palm continued to rub the sting from her suddenly very pink cheek. He followed the same routine on the other side and she cried out in passion the second time, anticipating the erotic burn. Craning her neck, she admired the matching pink splotches on both ass cheeks.
*****
Asher’s erection strained at his suit pants from the effect the light spanking had on Mia. She liked it. He rubbed each perfect ass cheek and followed the valley down to her channel. Two fingers ventured tentatively along her nether lips to find slick wet heat. Oh yes, she liked it a lot. He smiled because she had passed the first lesson. It was time for the equipment.
He pulled the knot out of the leather belt that bound her wrists and freed her hands.
“How are you doing?” he asked, leaning down on the bed with a smile.
Mia looked at him through hooded eyelids. “We’re not done, are we?”
“Oh, Missive Mia, we’re just getting started. Are you ready for the machinery?”
Her gaze darted toward the armoire.
“It’s not as scary as it looks. I promise, you’ll love it. Come with me.”
He stood and held a hand out to Mia. He surveyed the sight of her long, lean body in just the skirt and heels. He wanted to push her back onto the bed, stroke her hair and face and ravish her sweet, plump lips. Stay on course, Cane. Repeating the mantra in his head, he opened the doors to the cabinet. He flipped the switch and the soft motor churned as the back of the padded surface formed a shelf. As the newly formed platform fell into place, Mia’s small hands kneaded his shoulders and wrapped around his chest. She leaned into his body and planted small kisses at the back of his neck. Her tongue began its circular journey toward his ear when Asher closed his eyes and moaned. What was he just thinking about? Right, the mantra – Stay on course. He grabbed her wrists and guided her hand to the buttons on his shirt.
“Take off my shirt, Mia.”
She retreated immediately and paused. They stood in silence for a moment before her hands worked their way down his chest. Hooking her fingers around either side of his opened shirt, she tugged it off his shoulders. She shook it out and marched to the other side of the armoire and draped the garment over his jacket and tie. Their gazes met and he caught a flicker of challenge in her eyes.
Gesturing for her presence in front of him, Mia complied and stood inches from his body. Asher spun her to face the back of the cabinet and yanked her skirt down. He kneeled as the deep red skirt puddled at her ankles. Guiding her foot so that the toe of her shoe touched the bottom of the platform, he buckled the strap around her ankle. Moving to her left, he repeated the same action to the other side and secured her left ankle into place. He stood and stepped back to admire the results. He leisurely drank in the vision of her long, lean legs forming an upside-down “V” against the black shiny background. Asher’s heart pounded and he licked his lips.
“Like the view, Asher?”
His glance trailed up to the same challenging expression she wore moments ago. He was about to make her pay for that remark.
Chapter Three
Mia came to a couple of conclusions as Asher secured her to the tricked out armoire. First, she liked what had just happened. The spanking awakened a voracious flame deep within her core. Her heart pounded as her juices slicked the tops of her thighs. She knew Asher held back but she was ready for more. Second, there was a shift in control. At that moment, it occurred to her that the submissive had power in the D/s dynamic. Perhaps even more power than the Dominant. That fact fueled her further and her pussy thrummed with anticipation.
“Here’s your next lesson. You’re not to make a sound. No words, moans, whimpers, not even a sigh. Keep your breathing even. Only speak when I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?”
She gulped at the new turn of events. Asher had just presented his surprise weapon.
“I understand,” she said breathlessly and silently cursed the need in her voice. She could picture his smirk.
“Lean forward, baby, I want to see all of you.”
Mia placed her elbows on the shelf, which was set lower than her ass. She felt him kneel in back of her and slide his hands in unison up the insides of her legs to her slick core. She bit her lip as he pulled her thighs toward him and lightly lapped his tongue along her slit. He continued to venture deeper with each stroke from his talented mouth. He parted her folds and darted his tongue in and out of her core.
“Bend lower.”
She put her arms to the side and rested her chest on the cool fabric of the armoire’s lining. Silently gulping down a whimper of desire, she tightened her legs as he moved in slow circles to her clit. Mia tried to keep her breath even and counted backwards in her head, anything to keep control. She knew just a brush over the engorged nub would send her over the top. Her resistance weakened as he teased between her sensitive folds. Suddenly, warm hands grabbed either side of her ass and spread her cheeks. Mia sucked in a breath in terror. She’d never engaged in anything anal in her life and it wasn’t high on her “to do” list.
“Asher, no,” she squeaked. She clenched her cheeks and straightened her back.
“No words, remember? Trust me. Relax and let go,” he said quietly.
His voice offered the comfort needed to loosen her muscles and allow him to take over. Sinking back into a state of lustful delirium, she concentrated on the sensation of Asher’s skilled tongue as he drew circles around her puckered opening. She held her breath as his thumb slid below his mouth and followed his tongue’s rhythm, circling the entrance of her pussy. He plunged two blunt fingers into her opening, finding the sweet spot just inside her inner walls.
The tear of fabric filled her ears as her fingernails sliced through the cabinet’s lining.
His tongue retreated,
replaced by the fingers of his other hand. His finger slipped into the tight hole and she stifled a moan.
She considered using their safe word but the moment of terror passed and was replaced by sheer bliss.
“That’s it. Let your inhibitions go, baby.”
She took a deep breath attempting to restrain her inevitable climax. It was like trying to hold a tidal wave with her bare hands.
“Not yet. Hold on.”
“Damn you, Asher!” she yelled.
“Now, Mia.”
She let out her breath and spiraled into a crashing orgasm. Wave upon wave enveloped her senses as her inner walls contracted around Asher’s fingers and she screamed his name. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to enjoy the blissful rollercoaster ride courtesy of Asher Cane. The seemingly never ending quake left her spent and as she tried to catch her breath. Asher unbuckled the restraints from her ankles and pulled the stilettos from her feet. She was sure Jell-O replaced the bones in her legs because when she tried to stand she fell into Asher’s arms. Her body melded firmly into his and the evidence of his arousal poked firmly at her belly.
Asher unhooked her hands from behind his neck. Their eyes locked and Mia was sure she saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes before he shut them tight and gulped.
“Kneel, Mia,” he said hoarsely.
Mia studied his face. He clenched his teeth and a visible vein popped on his neck. She dropped to her knees and waited for further direction.
Asher reached into the cabinet and pulled out a studded collar attached to a thin chain.
“Lift your hair,” he said quietly.
Gathering her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, she coiled her long tresses and held them to her head. She gasped when the cool leather captured her neck and Asher secured the buckle. Holding the end of the chain, Asher stepped back, consuming her with his eyes as she released her hair and it fell around her shoulders. He tugged at the chain, forcing her to inch toward him. She stopped when her knees touched his toes, then looked up and met his blazing stare.
“Suck me. Now,” he whispered.
Mia fumbled with the closure of his slacks and stroked his erection through silk boxers. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of his trousers and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Wrapping her forefinger and thumb around his shaft, she licked the salty drop from the tip. A deep moan from above washed over her and fueled her with energy to continue. Asher smoothed his hands through the strands of her hair and twisted them together into a ponytail. He yanked her hair and the chain at the same time while stepping back to sit at the edge of the bed. She quickly shuffled along with him on her knees and wriggled between his legs. Continuing slow wet circles around his slick crown, the tip of her tongue traveled down the sensitive line to the base of his balls. She nibbled gently back up his cock before taking him completely into her mouth. Asher’s fingers raked through her hair and held her head firmly on either side. He set the tempo as her lips glided up and down his thickness while her hand pumped his shaft in unison. She whimpered as his tip hit the back of her throat and his hips bucked to meet her downward motion. Brushing her other hand up the inside of his thigh, she rolled his balls in her hand.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he warned.
Mia assumed he was giving her the option of finishing him off with her hand but instead she increased her suction and speed. He fisted her hair and shuttered as hot liquid spurted down her throat.
Asher collapsed flat on the bed and Mia stood and shuffled to the bathroom. She shrugged into the pink robe, brushed her teeth and fixed her hair before walking back into the bedroom where Asher was closing the armoire.
“I didn’t dismiss you, Mia.”
Their eyes met and he strode toward her.
“Then, when you went to the bathroom. A sub would wait until she was dismissed.”
Mia opened her mouth to speak but was at a loss for words. She simply nodded her head.
“Keep it in mind for next time, sweetheart. You did well for your first lesson,” he said as he cupped her face in his hands. “I’m going to grab a shower.”
Mia curled up on the bed after he disappeared into the bathroom with his clothes. He emerged a short time later dressed in his suit, his damp hair skimming his collar.
“Why don’t you rest here for a while? Your clothes and bag with your iPad are hanging in the closet when you’re ready to get dressed. Take your time,” he said while taking the lightweight blanket from the foot of the bed and covering her legs.
He bent and kissed her on the cheek.
“The lounge at midnight.”
Mia nodded her head and he slipped out of the suite.
Chapter Four
Mia scanned the stark room. I’ll be damned if I’m staying here. Yanking the covers off her body, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and marched into the bathroom. She turned the shower knob all the way to the right until it stopped at the thick red line. She twisted around to face the mirror and stared at her reflection until it disappeared in a cloud of moist steam.
“What the hell just happened out there?” she whispered.
The shower didn’t calm her nerves. If anything, the scalding water pelting her skin only fired her up. She paced the small suite with a fluffy towel wrapped around her chest. Her wet hair left droplets of water on the carpet along her path. She’d never let anyone into her soul the way she opened herself to Asher. She bared herself raw and naked, literally and figuratively. She even thought she saw through his layers too, but as quickly as the key that opened Asher Cane turned, it snapped back and locked tight. The final pièce de résistance was when he showered and left. He may have as well shoved a tip on the nightstand on his way out. She was curious about the lifestyle and the training was necessary for her new position but she expected more from him.
Swinging open the small closet to collect her things, a soft glow emanated from under her iPad cover. She flipped the cover open and a Twitter alert blinked in the middle of the screen.
Message from @MandAGuy: What’s wrong?
Is he fucking serious? She narrowed her eyes at the large mirror across the room and punched out a reply.
@MissiveMia: Are you spying on me?
@MandAGuy: Answer my question, what’s wrong?
Mia flopped onto the bed and tapped her message.
@MissiveMia: I don’t know if this will work for me.
@MandAGuy: I had to show you what it’s like for your job, for SRE.
@MissiveMia: This isn’t about SRE, it’s about us. You didn’t even kiss me.
Tears welled in her eyes as she waited for his response. She stared at the screen hoping for an explanation. After a few minutes she sighed, flipped the cover closed and trudged to the closet to find her clothes.
Suddenly, soft beeps from the suite’s entrance filled the room. She swung her attention toward the door as Asher opened it with force. His eyes blazed as he strode across the room. His strong hands encircled her waist and pushed her back against the wall. Mia tried to turn her head to look away but his thumb and forefinger hooked under her chin, forcing her to meet his stare. Mia closed her eyes but parted her lips to his heavy breath against her mouth.
“Damn it, Mia. Look at me,” he whispered.Her eyelids opened and fluttered as a tear escaped before her eyes locked on his.
“From the minute I stepped through the door and saw you shivering in the corner I wanted to take you into my arms and kiss you, comfort you.”
“Why didn’t you?” she whispered back, narrowing her eyes.
“Don’t you get it? If you want this, you need to know what it’s like, you need to be trained and if I’m not capable of doing it, I’ll be forced to give you to another Dom. I won’t…” He placed his forehead to hers. “…I can’t. If I kissed you then, I would’ve lost all control.”
Mia melted into his firm body and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips lingered over his so that they were almost touching.
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“Mia…” he whispered as his hands cupped her face.
He brushed his parted lips over hers, moaning into her mouth. She pulled him closer and his mouth crushed hers as his tongue searched for its mate. She met him and they tangled for dominance. Pulling the towel from her body, he kneaded her heaving breast in his powerful hand.
Mia nimbly loosened and pulled off his tie before making quick work of his shirt. Her palms burned from the touch of his skin as she reached under the garments. Tracing the muscular lines of his shoulders and arms, she pushed his shirt and jacket off and watched as they dropped in a heap on the floor. He kicked out of his shoes and socks while she helped him shrug out of his pants and boxers. The dark stubble of his cheeks burned against her skin while his mouth and tongue ravished her neck. She sighed as his kisses traveled higher and he nibbled at her earlobe.
“Fuck, Mia. I know you liked it. Damn it, I know you did. What do you want from me? Tell me,” he growled into her ear.
She answered him through shallow breaths. “I want you, all of you. Don’t hold back on me.”
He stopped and looked down as if in deep thought. His fingers absentmindedly moved up and down her arms. He inhaled deeply and blew out his captured breath.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, Mia. I have a dark side that goes beyond light spanking and restraints. Are you ready to go there with me?”
“I will if you show me everything, Asher. All of you. I left myself open for you and I expect the same if this is going to work.”
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