He is a Dom who volunteered his services for a kinky charity event. Hello Gia…wake up dreamgirl.
I slapped my subconscious down and scowled at her. Maybe this was just his way. He was a successful man and sure as hell didn’t need to do much to get laid. One thing was for sure, JP needed control and this is where we clashed because I was the same. At least I thought I was. Didn’t look that way recently.
“Deal. Let’s get moving. We’re wasting time.”
I grinned, relieved his mood had lifted. We geared up and waited for an available lift. Jumping on, I marveled at the beauty of this town. The ground grew father away as we ascended, leaving colorful specs of people dotting the white canvas below. Further up we went and I prayed we would get to the top soon. JP had agreed to start slow for my sake. In truth, there was no way in hell I was going to the top. The coffee down below would keep me company while he scaled that slope, thank you very much.
Reaching our destination made me want to turn back. The air was thick and my breath was visible when I spoke.
“Um…I’m not too great at this and if you laugh I will kick your…
“Gia, I think you are treading into disrespect zone?” He teased, then plugged his ski poles in the snow and launched himself expertly off the summit.
“Fucking showoff.” I muttered, glancing at those waiting behind me.
Oh well, it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, which froze my lungs into popsicles, I said a small prayer and followed. Quite proud I was still standing after several yards, courage filled me and I pushed to speed up. JP was already at the bottom, goggles up and waiting. Then it happened. A slight bump had me flipping headfirst and landing right at his very expensive boots. Did I ever mention snow tastes crappy?
“Gia! Are you alright?”
JP’s voice was a bit sharp as he reached down and put me back on my feet and out of the dreaded skis. Boy did I face plant it. Looking down, the mold of my face was still visible.
“I’m just fine.” I snapped, slapping at my pants and arms.
JP laughed. I was so close to punching him.
“You look adorable.” He flicked snow off my nose with his thumb.
I smirked at him. “So glad I can entertain you.”
I found myself swept up into his arms, legs dangling. “You always entertain me, Ms. Solaris, in the most pleasurable ways.”
Looking into his hazel eyes while at the bottom of this beautiful mountain with hundreds of people surrounding us, I began my decent. And I wasn’t talking about moving further down to grab another ski lift.
* * *
After two more tries of wobbling and tittering, I finally made it down without incident.
JP had drilled it into my head not to weigh myself down onto the skis but feel them as part of me, an extension of my body. Well, the man knew what he was talking about. My finish line ended in his arms.
“Can I have a hell yeah?!”
“Hell yeah?” he teased and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Where did you learn to ski like that?” I asked, knowing the answer and hoping he would share more.
He grinned. “How about I tell you over some hot coffee?”
“I love you.” I whispered, surprising us both.
He pulled back and grabbed our equipment setting it off to the side for pickup. The staff came right over and started to load it.
The warmth of the lodge seeped into my chilled bones, thawing me out deliciously. We sat in a cozy booth by a huge fire. I could sit here all damn day staring out the floor to ceiling windows and drinking coffee. Give me a laptop and I was in heaven.
My bliss arrived in a steaming cup with ivy patterns swirling the circumference. JP added about three pounds of sugar and cream while I took my coffee black.
“That is some girly coffee you’ve got there, Mr. Stone.”
He arched an eyebrow. I was glad to see he was playful again. Our silence after the “I love you” flub had me a little worried. It wasn’t like I was declaring myself. Come on!
My brain was still trying to convince my heart about the “flub” part when JP’s voice interrupted.
“I’m sure you know by now there is nothing girly about me.”
“That coffee is.” I insisted, keeping my eyes on his.
He squinted at me. “Don’t mock it till you try it.”
“Not in a million years. Now tell me how you got to become a ski master.”
He leaned closer, eyes smoldering. “Now there is a word I never thought I would ever hear you say to me.”
“It’s the only time you’re gonna hear it.” I took a long gulp, more flustered than I wanted to let on.
That challenging twinkle came into his eyes. Damn it.
“We’ll see about that later.”
“Stop changing the subject and spill.” I prompted, wanting to get him talking before we had to slip into the Dom/Submissive role behind closed doors. I was sure my loose behavior wouldn’t be tolerated there.
“You drive a hard bargain. Are you always this pushy?”
I smiled. Wide. “You know the answer to that.”
He took another sip before responding. “So I already told you how Andrea took me in, well I practically grew up on these slopes. They own a cabin here and we would come spend several days during the winters on these same mountains. Needless to say I got pretty good at the ski thing.”
I waited, hoping I didn’t have to ask for more. His silence told me this wasn’t going to be easy. Desperate, I decided to take the risk of screwing up my day with him.
“How old were you?”
He glanced away then back down into his cup.
“Fifteen.”
That one word crushed me. How could a father do that to his own child at such a young age?
“Don’t feel bad. He actually did me a huge favor. Living under the same roof with him after my mother died had been a nightmare. I did better on my own.”
There was nothing he could say to make me hate his father any less. His behavior was inexcusable.
“Was he abusive?”
He nodded. “Not physically, but he was extremely controlling and verbally abusive. Let’s just say I got very lucky when Andrea came into my life. She had been a good friend of my mother’s since school. When she found out what had happened she came and picked me up at a friend’s house. My father signed over custody, no fight.”
“Bastard,” I whispered.
“Agreed.”
I sat there for a moment, imagining a fifteen year old JP coming in to a home with a family he didn’t belong to. Given Andrea’s loving personality, I was sure he had been well taken care of but he had to have wondered why his own flesh and blood had discarded him, then signed him over as if he were a piece of property.
“What about Sara? Doesn’t that make her like your sister or something?”
He chuckled. “No. Sara was going to school abroad in Europe somewhere. We didn’t really spend much time together except for holidays then I left for college shortly afterward.
I tried to lighten the somber mood. Hearing about his past wasn’t easy and it made my strained childhood look like Disneyland.
“So when did you shag her?”
He laughed out loud this time. “You are horrible.”
“And you love it.”
“Can’t argue that, and a gentleman never tells.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh lose the decent act. You’re as dirty as they come.”
“And you love it.” He winked.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll let the leech shag incident die.”
“How thoughtful of you. Anyway, seems like it was a lifetime ago and things have changed.”
I pondered his words and decided to forge ahead with the inquisition. It was now or never.
“So when did you…you know, get into this lifestyle?” Now I had his full attention.
“I’d rather not discuss. It’s not a pretty story. Why don’t you tell me about you? Are your paren
ts close to you?”
My face fell. I wasn’t expecting him to ask me anything about my life.
“I lost my father at eighteen.”
He glanced down. “Sorry to hear that. My father is still alive and kicking last I heard. Fucker will probably live forever.”
“Yeah well, my mother is a bitch. My father tried to make her happy but she always railed him for everything. He was the only buffer I had against her. I still blame her for his death. His heart just couldn’t take it anymore.”
My father’s loss still made me ache. He had been such a gentle soul, always willing to help with a smile. That smile had hidden his true misery because no way could he have been happy.
“The final straw had been the affairs after he was already sick. I think I truly started to hate her then. After my dad died, I was glad she married some rich guy and disappeared.”
I poured myself another cup of coffee, thinking about the handful of times she had bothered to come see me, all to gloat and shove her wealth in my face.
JP was silent as I shook some Splenda in and stirred. I glanced up into a pair of very intense eyes. He was regarding me closely.
“I totally get that.”
I was sure he did. We had much in common. At times, I could totally understand his need to dominate. He probably craved control after the degradation his father had inflicted. It was a vicious circle, one that started with an abusive relationship. But JP had taken the high road, building his career into a successful empire. Yes, I knew because Google gave me everything I wanted to know. JP owned a multimillion-dollar corporation known as Stone Designs, Inc. A master architect himself, he now had thousands working under him designing and building for the rich and famous.
“So what happened after he died?”
I felt my eyes widen. I didn’t share my personal stuff easily. Karli knew everything and outside of that crowded room of people I trusted, there were none. The fact I was pouring it all out to a man I had known for under a week was baffling. The men in my past had always received the very watered down version. I seriously hadn’t wanted to sound like a pity party to them.
With JP, I knew he got it. He understood what it was like to wonder how a parent could feel no affection for his or her own child. He comprehended the pain of losing the one that truly loved us.
“It was pretty boring for the next few years. I went off to college.”
In spite of the somber conversation, I grinned. “You wouldn’t have recognized me back then. I was quiet and very studious.”
He grinned back. “I’m getting a great picture of you in a schoolgirl uniform.”
“I think I packed my short checkered skirt. Now all I need are the pigtails.” I teased.
His eyes flared with desire. Man he lit up fast. I was done with the sad stuff. We both had our demons and now I totally understood his position. Hmmmmmm, his position…
My heart raced thinking about the possibilities. Get it together, Gia. Already, my thighs were rubbing and my face was flushed.
He smirked. Bastard.
“Lunch?”
I batted my eyelashes. “Yes, please. I’m ravenous.”
When he ordered my meal, I was surprised it didn’t piss me off. The smile on his face when I began to eat with relish quenched my smartass remark. Within minutes JP had me by the hand and was pulling me out toward the waiting limo. Once inside I fell onto his lap and we kissed briefly before he broke away.
“I want you naked and it isn’t gonna happen here. When we pull up, I want you to get out and go up to my room. Wait there for instruction.” He held up his phone to let me know exactly how I would be getting this “instruction.” I nodded because this was fucking hot. My heart raced when I saw the lodge come in to view. He ushered me out and I all but ran to the elevator.
It was early still and most of the guests were still hitting the slopes. The doors swooshed open and guess what? Not a soul inside. The ride up seemed to take a year. I grabbed my phone and checked my text messages. Nothing.
The bell dinged and the doors opened. JP had slipped his key card into my hand as I left the limo. His scent hit me as soon as I entered the space. It filled my lungs and ignited my senses.
One of his shirts was left hanging over the chair in front of the fireplace and I couldn’t help but bring it to my nose. I smiled and sat on the bed. My phone was still achingly silent. After a few minutes, I stood and started to pace.
Patience, Gia, This is all part of the game.
My text alert went off and I scrambled to get my phone, almost dropping it twice.
Scene/Role Play: Naughty schoolgirl gets caught skipping class. School Master will be there soon to punish her
My breath left me in a slow hiss. This was my first real Playtime with him. I knew the others were his way of breaking me in slowly. Could I go through with this? My aching sex screamed yes! Now that I had beat down the coward in me, I grabbed my phone and thought about how I should answer. I was in sub-mode so I had to think this through or else my “punishment” would probably be that much worse.
Yes, Sir. I will be ready to receive my punishment.
No panties. You will need a piece of paper and something to write with. Remember the Protocols.
Crap! The Protocols. I walked over to his office and grabbed the paper and pen. The Terms and Conditions were conveniently located right next to the pens. I read it over briefly and walked out and began to dress.
I rummaged through my luggage; glad I had lugged it over. Grabbing what I knew would send him over the edge I went into the bathroom. Thankfully, I had packed my favorite white linen, long-sleeved shirt. A lacy red bra came first then I slipped the white linen shirt over, tying it right below my breasts with most of the buttons undone. Looking in the mirror, I adjusted my cleavage to showcase the twins. A shear black lingerie skirt worked perfectly. My black boots were in the closet. After I zipped those up, I went to work on the pigtails and red lipstick. For the final touch, I set my black-framed reading glasses on my nose and was ready to go. Puckering my lips, I kissed the mirror, leaving a print.
I walked out to the bedroom and put the paper and pen on the table figuring he would direct me on when to get it. Standing by the bed, I assumed my position.
“Undress me.”
His voice made my heart race and my skin tingle. Eyes down, I couldn’t tell where he was so I stood still for a few seconds. What was I supposed to do now? The tips of his shoes came into view and I breathed out in relief.
Starting with his shirt, I opened the buttons one by one making sure to graze my fingers against his heated skin.
Dropping to my knees, I went to work on his belt. I pulled it off rather roughly and I could tell by his grunt he enjoyed the play. When I unzipped him, managing to press against his erection, I thought for sure he would lose it but he remained rock steady. I moved closer to remove his boxers. His shaft sprang free and almost kissed my lips. I opened my mouth, letting my breath tease the tip. Large hands twitched at his sides. I was sure he was itching to dig them into my hair and push my head forward.
“Up and put your hands on the table.”
I complied making sure to arch my back so my ass was on display. I started when his feet forced my legs wider. He walked away and left me in this position for several seconds before I felt a light whack on my behind. What the hell? He pushed me down closer to the table and moved the shear material over my hips. Now I was completely bared to him.
“Hold very still, Gia. I am going to paddle that sweet ass of yours into good behavior.”
The second paddle came lower, exquisitely close to my feminine skin. I whimpered and he came over me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s not nice to tease, Gia.”
He moved down and plunged that wicked tongue inside of me. My knees buckled and his arms came around to hold me up. He stopped and slapped the paddle against me once more. My skin vibrated, the sensations hammering my core. I was just getting my breathing under con
trol when his tongue came at me again. And my insides quivered with near release, he stopped and repeated the smack down. Lick. Smack. Lick. Smack.
I was shaking hard, my body on overdrive. He finally stopped the torture and stepped away. I seriously wasn’t going to make it. Stripping me down, he gave me one final smack with his bare hand.
“I am going to fuck you from behind while you write I will obey my School Master ten times—and it better be neat.”
I propped my elbows on the table and grabbed the pen. The first plunge pushed me up against the edge and I lost control of the damn thing. It skittered across the flat surface almost rolling off. He moved again and I fought to gain the balance I needed to start. Moving the paper up, I began. His body slapped against me while I strived to pen the words he dictated. How could I possibly succeed? Part of me thought he wanted me to fail. That way, he could continue the game. He moved roughly and I smeared the last word on line number five. He pulled out and glanced down at the sheet. I was done for.
“Lay on the bed, facedown and don’t move.”
I walked over, naked except for my thigh-high boots. In this position, I was totally vulnerable not being able to see what was coming behind me.
The cold steal of handcuffs grazed the back of my upper thighs then snapped around my ankles. Holy shit. My ankles? He was cuffing my ankles together. What was the point?
Yeah, very soon I got the aching point. Another damn feather started its happy trail down my back and over my ass until I wanted to scream. Did he have a fucking peacock stuffed in that lockbox?
Up and down it went on the seam of my behind getting so close yet never making it quite there. The urge to spread my legs was unbearable, those cuffs keeping me in position. I whined when he came so close…
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