On Becoming His

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by Russell, Benjamin T.


  “And you were planning on calling him?”

  “No. Yes. No! Shit. Okay, I was flattered and I... I was wrong. I should have told you right away.” Laughing softly, she held out the piece of paper. “I felt like it was a repeat performance and the whole thing scared me.”

  “Yes, you should have told me. Tell me honestly, do you want this man?”

  “No. I…”

  “Look at me.” Refusing to take the paper, he watched her face wrinkle in disappointment with her own behavior and couldn’t stand the rouse any longer. “Look at me. You didn’t even look at what he gave you, did you, Jezebel?”

  Lifting her head, she narrowed her eyes and then stole a glance at the note. “No.”

  “And did he offer you his bed?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Did you contemplate being with him?” For some reason he could see her wheels turning and then as a flush crept up from her neck, she finally smiled.

  “No. I don’t need him and I don’t want him. I don’t. I will if that’s what you want but I really don’t.” Her grin widening, she stared at him directly in his eyes, unblinking.

  And he believed her completely. “Read the note.”

  Giving him an odd look, Jezebel nibbled her bottom lip. Her hands shaking, it took her several minutes to open the note. “What?”

  “Read it out loud.”

  “Forever mine, Jezebel. I love you. Why? I mean, do you doubt me this much that I am not worthy of… Of course, given the ridiculous behavior before. My God, what the hell is wrong with me?”

  Instantly Luke took her into his arms. “Do you remember what you said to me the next morning after the incident?”

  Her face ashen, Jezebel nodded. “Of course. I asked for brutal punishment. I knew I needed it just like I do now. But you want…” Stealing another glance at the brush, she nodded. “Forgiveness?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying. You have been so damn hard on yourself because of that one night and you have no reason to. Things happen. Just because you’re trying to be a good submissive doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings or desires, Jezebel. I was jealous. Hell yeah and I reacted badly. I know what type of man you might want to share our lives with and I truly have no problem with the thought but you belong to me and I plan on spending many nights alone with you first.” While his words were a statement, he could tell she completely understood the sentiment.

  Exhaling slowly, a single tear slipped from her eye.

  As he wiped away the salty bead, the moment passing between them filled his heart with love. “Forever mine.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Capturing her lips, he tilted her back into a deep arch as he cupped her buttocks, drawing her into the heat of his body. Grinding his hips back and forth, the feel of his cock pressing hard against the tight confines of his pants send a shiver of chills coursing through his body. When he finally broke the kiss, he pressed the back of his thumb across her mouth before easing back. His eyes never leaving hers, he picked up the pen, carefully placed next to the prepared contract. “I will promise to love you, care for you and keep you safe, discipline you as you need in a fair and nurturing manner, and remind you every day how important you are as a woman, my friend and lover and my sub.” There was something more than just a ceremony passing between them and yet this was a vital part of the next chapter.

  Jezebel nodded as she took the pen from his hand. “And I promise to love and honor you with my body and soul, cherish you as my friend and lover, and obey you as my owner.” As she signed her name, her hand trembled, a single moan escaping her lips.

  His heart filled, Luke sighed as he watched her actions, emotions racing through his mind. What an extraordinary journey they’d been on together and one of exploration and longing and yet the next phase was going to be so much sweeter.

  “I love you, Sir.” Jezebel shook her head as she looked into his eyes. “On becoming his. A new poem.”

  “You are his.”

  “I know.”

  Smiling, he pulled out the dining room chair and sat down slowly. “Now about your discipline.” As she shifted and then eased over his lap, Luke raised the hem of her dress and exhaled slowly. Rubbing her ass cheeks, he picked up the brush and realized now his hand was shaking. His heart racing, Luke knew without a shadow of a doubt he loved her with everything inside.

  Crack!

  THE POWER OF HIS DISCIPLINE

  Whoosh!

  The sound sluicing through the air sent shivers pulsing down my spine

  Yet I craved the anticipation

  Crack!

  The edge of the tip slicing against naked skin created tremors dancing across my legs

  And I hungered for more

  Hiss!

  The bubbled grunt that erupted from his lips reminded me that he was in charge

  The power of his discipline was stunning

  Pop!

  The silence as he pulled back the well-worn leather forced my eyes to clench shut

  But I remained silent

  Snap!

  The crack of his wrist, the connection made jolted my body up from the soft confines

  And he caressed my bruised ass

  Burst!

  The feeling of intense anguish rushed throughout my body and my mind roared in peace

  The power of his discipline was breathtaking

  Sizzle!

  The understanding of his direction, my punishment reminded me I belonged to him

  And I wanted nothing less

  Crackle!

  The electric pulsing through the air sent scattered pants bursting from my mouth

  Then I surrendered to my Master

  Roar!

  The timbre of his voice, dark and dangerous became an all controlling quest

  The power of his discipline was scintillating

  Gush!

  The sensations of joy and ecstasy scattered white-hot heat into my pussy

  As I opened my legs

  Smack!

  The severity of several hard spanks impelled a bedraggled scream from my pursed lips

  Yet I obeyed his command of stillness

  Agony!

  The increasing heated pain sent shimmers of dazzling light dancing across my field of vision

  And I rose onto all fours as commanded

  The power of his discipline was intoxicating

  Slam!

  The rumble of the whip as it was dropped onto the floor created quivers deep in my cunt

  As I awaited the feel of his cock

  Thrust!

  The force as his throbbing shaft impaled my ass jerked my back into a deep arch

  And I gave him my body and soul

  Mine!

  The single word whispered of complete utter ownership created the sound of silence

  Then I dropped my head in submission

  The power of his discipline was perfect

  Unsure

  She sat quietly, knowing he would ask

  And she wasn’t certain what to say

  He sat watching, giving her a commanding look

  Worrying

  Sighing

  She fingered the single sheet of paper and trembled

  Decidedly unsure

  She stood slowly, realizing it was time

  And she had no idea where to start

  He leaned back, swirling his drink in his glass

  And simply gave her a nod

  Thinking

  Wanting

  She gripped the edge of the table and panted

  Still unsure

  She nodded absently, figuring he was eager

  And she tried to know what to say

  He exhaled slowly, glancing down the length of her

  And lifted a single finger

  Glancing

  Hungering

  She gripped the paper into her fingers and shifted

  Somewhat unsure

  She eased forward gracefully, her future resting
in her hand

  And she grew anxious, knowing what this meant

  He rose to his feet defiantly, easing toward her as he smiled

  And beckoned her to come

  Staring

  Thirsting

  She stole a glance at what would be the beginning of the rest of her life

  Slightly unsure

  She handed him the page, their life now forever intertwined

  And she understood his command, drinking in the concept

  He lowered his head with purpose, holding the back of her head

  And whispered, “forever mine”

  Succumbing

  Obeying

  And now she was entirely sure

  WHEN I CALL HIM SIR

  Breathless, I stand waiting, my hand pressed against the glass

  Knowing what he wants and what he requires

  There’s no doubt I’m ready and yet I remain afraid

  We’ve thought about calling him sir

  Chuckling, I finger the thin shirt as my heart races

  Knowing this will forever change our relationship, our commitment

  There’s no doubt the decision is the right one yet I fear the unknown

  We’ve teased about calling him sir

  Glancing at my watch, I know its time and he expects so much

  Knowing I am willful and he’ll need to be very strict

  There’s no doubt I need his strong hand and his controlled discipline

  We’ve talked about calling him sir

  Moving into the kitchen, I slide my hand across the cool wood

  Knowing I’ll experience more than just measured pain

  There’s no doubt he was meant to be the one in charge

  We’ve realized I’ll call him sir

  Removing my clothes, I stand naked and slowly inch toward the wall

  Knowing want’s required of me, what will be

  There’s no doubt he’s the only man I could trust with my needs

  We’ve understood I’ll call him sir

  Hearing the door close, I inhale deeply, his scent a powerful command

  Knowing it’s almost time and he’ll require complete obedience

  There’s something about his touch across my naked skin

  We’ve determined I’ll call him sir

  Feeling his hot breath as he pulls me over his lap, I tremble but remain resolved

  Knowing I’m in his complete command and there’s no going back

  There’s something about his gentle words, his powerful demeanor

  And now I accept, this is when I call him sir

  WHISPERS

  Whispers

  Scattered across the heat of her neck, teasing

  Pulsing against the shimmer like a dangling hunger

  Sending shivers dancing deep inside

  Her hand fluttered to touch his carved chest

  Wanting

  Yet he pushed it away

  And she gazed into his twinkling eyes

  Whispers

  Brushed over the crest of her chin, tempting

  Slicing against her breast like a shameless question

  Forcing whimpers erupting past her swollen lips

  Her fingers feathered down past his waist to the chiseled v

  Offering

  Yet he pressed her legs apart

  And she glanced into his luminous eyes

  Whispers

  Fluttered down to taste her pebbled nipple, tantalizing

  Flicking against her soft skin like a velvet glove

  Causing her body to shake violently as she reached to touch him

  Her legs moved around his hips, struggling to force him closer

  Inviting

  Yet he guided them back against her chest

  And she stared into his famished eyes

  Whispers

  Darted past her tight stomach, nibbling her sweet honey, taunting

  Dipping just inside her quivering folds like a thirsty beast

  Dragging her body up from the soft pelt of fur

  Her mouth opened and closed attempting to beg for more

  Needing

  Now he drove his tongue and fingers all the way inside

  And she closed her tear filled eyes

  Whispers

  Inched slowly up her shaking body to brush lips against lips, torturing

  Moving his throbbing hunger just against the edge of her wet heat

  Creating that first moment of rapture as her entire soul succumbed

  Her heart beating against his, desperate for their dance of passion

  Pleading

  Now he thrust his throbbing shaft deep within her cherished body

  And she opened her love filled eyes

  WITH A SINGLE LOOK

  I wait in silence in the shadowed light

  While customers come and go, unaware

  Of the hunger that burns within

  To the point I can no longer breathe

  I sense his presence drawing near

  My instincts keen, my understanding strong

  With a single look…

  I will want

  I watch in reverence as he enters the room

  While he scans the crowded space, searching

  For the woman that gives him freedom

  Enough so that his features bear sensuous cravings

  I drink in his feral scent

  My wet heat clenching, my pulse racing

  With a single look…

  I will yearn

  I feel my resolve crumbling as he draws closer

  While the waiter serves the wine, suspecting

  That the woman he sees is mesmerized

  By the prowess of the stunning man

  I lick my lips in anticipation

  My desires raging, my legs quivering

  With a single look…

  I will need

  I shiver as he gazes into my eyes

  While a single finger traces down my neck, savoring

  The feel of my skin as it trembles

  Because of the whispered scintillating touch

  I close my eyes in acquiescence

  My realization complete, my acceptance secured

  With a single look…

  I will succumb

  I follow as he leads into the darkness

  While his hand never leaves my back, controlling

  The lover he claimed so long ago

  By the power that gave me life and love

  I nod my head as he closes the door

  My senses tingling, my voice quavering

  With a single look…

  I will become

  I undress as he leans silently against the wall

  While his eyes rake down my body, relishing

  In the naked woman that stands before him unafraid

  Because of the complete level of trust

  I lower my eyes as he pushes me to the floor

  My discipline required, my forgiveness complete

  With a single look…

  I now belong

  ON BELONGING

  Discipline. That was a word and one that always sent chills down her body. The burn on her ass reminded her she was still very much a willful woman. “Whew.” As the thin material of her dress scraped against her well-spanked ass cheeks, she thought about her lesson in patience and willfulness the night before. Lordy, the man had indeed been more than a bit disappointed with her. Then again, she’d known she’d been trying his patience and couldn’t stop herself. The week had been long and arduous and she… “No excuses.” There were none she could stick to. Since they’d moved in together the constant contact was wonderful, exciting but she was being reminded every day of her place. Giggling, she slid her hand under her dress and rubbed her naked ass. No panties were allowed in the house.

  At least her regular maintenance spankings were helping her regulate her feelings. Thinking about that was truly something amazing. Who would have thought just a year ago she would no
t only allow a man to take her over his knee twice a week for a hard spanking and sometimes corner time, but would ask him for a solid round of discipline. Fanning her face, she knew when she heard a text message come through she was probably being told to get ready. He almost always told her exactly what to expect on the way from work and she would scamper home to prepare before his arrival. Thinking about his text from the night before gave her chills.

  When I arrive home, have three implements out on the table for me to select, be completely naked and standing in the corner and have a drink ready for me.

  Just thinking about the words gave her another tingle. The little words were all she needed to hear and she’d never argued and never complained. Did she like getting spanked? Hell no. But she was somehow relieved and always felt much better when she was curled in his arms afterwards. There was no doubt how much Luke loved her.

  Submission. That was another word entirely. She realized she was very much a submissive, but her given role hadn’t been completely without further degrees of hesitation. Hesitation? No, more like temper tantrums, but only twice. Oh dear God only twice. Her sore bottom and removal of several privileges was a very good lesson to learn. Now, their routine was almost perfect. Jezebel was well aware he was ready to move their relationship into yet another level. Tonight she had a feeling she’d find out what that level was. And the excitement was killing her.

  What seemed to be the oddest part of her new life was the almost ready acceptance by several of her friends who not only asked questions and didn’t admonish, but quite frankly were jealous as hell. Just the day before she’d had lunch with Tina, telling her one too many details over two tall margaritas and the moment shared was like old times. Finding out her friends actually didn’t care what kind of relationship she maintained was another freeing moment and since then, she and Luke had become a regular couple, coming out going to parties and dinners. Who knew? Jezebel laughed and realized the one aspect her friends couldn’t get used to was going back to her given name. They thought it way too old fashioned. Yep, and she loved it.

 

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