by Kelly Alexis
Whitney nodded mutely. Of course, she was familiar with the term, but she had barely had plain, old-fashioned vaginal sex, much less anal. "I'm not sure I'm ready to go quite that far."
"Then you don't have to. This is all about your fantasy. It's part of the negotiations between you and the Dom. You'll agree on a safe word so he won't go beyond what you're willing to do." Blake reached over and touched her arm for reassurance. "Doms are not in total control unless you let them be. He won't do anything to hurt you or put you in danger. Just relax and forget your inhibitions."
Whitney took a deep breath and licked her lips nervously. This was really happening. "Aspen. My safe word will be Aspen, like the town."
"As long as you and your Dom know it, then that's fine." He texted a message on his cell then looked back up at her. "When you go to your suite, you'll find an agreement between you and your male Dom, including your safe word. Don't be afraid or ashamed to use it.
"Read the agreement thoroughly," Blake continued. "Feel free to ask me or Nicole, our concierge, who you met earlier, if you have any questions. Then sign it and take it with you to the Master Suite. This will show your commitment. The scenario begins as soon as you walk into the suite and ends when you walk out at the end of the weekend. If you open your mind and let yourself go, I'm sure you'll find this experience amazing."
"I'm sure I will." But there must have been uncertainty in her voice because Blake reached out and covered her hand.
"You can call it off and spend the weekend in the spa," he told her. "But if you go through with it, commit to it one-hundred percent. You won't know if you like it until you try it."
The same thought had already occurred to Whitney, but instead of scaring her off, it made her more positive that this was something she wanted. She lifted her chin and met his gaze steadily. "I understand."
Blake stood. "Your journey starts now."
She also stood. "I'm sure you think I'm pretty naïve and silly."
"I think you're a beautiful woman who wants to embrace life to its fullest. Have fun."
Whitney smiled and watched him leave. She picked up her glass and finished it in one gulp. It was time.
Daisy intercepted her on the way to the exit and handed her a fresh Ginger Cosmo. "One for the road."
"Thanks, Daisy." Whitney took the glass and smiled. She headed for the elevator bank. It took only seconds for the glass-walled elevator to take her to the third floor. She had checked in earlier, so she knew the way. She walked slowly down the hallway toward her room and the names of the suites brought a smile to her face. There was the Fantasy Suite, the Action Suite, the Surrender Suite, and at the end of the hall, the Bridal Suite.
She stopped in front of Soumis Suite and pulled out her elegant old-fashioned key that was hanging on a thin gold chain. She had looked up the meaning of Soumis earlier and found out it was the French word for obedient or submissive. As she walked inside, she wondered how many others had crossed this threshold before her, and how many were glad they had.
Inside her room, she kicked off her sensible black heels and crossed the entry area to the small dining table. On top of the polished cherry surface were the stark white pages of the agreement. She sat and read it through, stopping often to sip her drink and nibble on grapes from the fruit basket that had been left for her. There were confirmations that both she and the male Dom had undergone the required medical testing, and, in her case, proof that she was on birth control. She had been told that condoms were optional, but not required since both partners were certified to be clean and disease-free.
She noticed that her safe word had been added, along with the specification that she was to be a sexual sub, and she gave kudos to Blake and his staff. Everyone she had dealt with so far had been friendly and very helpful. They were doing everything possible to make this a wonderful experience.
A glance at the clock told her she had only about thirty minutes before her fantasy began. She took the Dominate/submissive agreement with her so she could finish reading it in the tub. She also brought her drink along to help calm the renewed wave of nerves.
There was a large container of granulated bubble bath that she sprinkled in liberally as the water gushed in. She stripped down, took off the wig, and flipped on the jets before sinking into the bubbling water. She propped her elbows on the edge of the tub so she could read and keep the pages dry.
Section two…the primary purpose of the submissive is to serve, obey, and please the Dominant, in a manner deemed fit by the Dominant. The document went on to detail the expectations of both the Dominant and the submissive.
She tossed the package to the floor, away from the tub, so she wouldn't get it wet when she stepped out and soaped her body, making sure she cleaned all the nooks and crannies. With no idea how up close and personal her Dom would be, she wanted to be fresh and sweet-smelling all over. She also touched up all the recently waxed real estate to assure that only the hair above her eyes and on her head remained as required in the contract. She'd had second thoughts about that one, but since this was all about new experiences, she'd gone through with it.
Whitney brushed her teeth, re-applied her makeup and combed out her own shoulder-length honey brown hair before pinning it up and putting the wig back on. A few more pins secured the long, silky blonde strands in place. The black lace thong and matching bra were already laid out on her bed, and she put them on before returning to the table with the agreement.
A few firm lines redacted the section about multiple partners. This is my experience, and I'm not ready to share it, she said to herself then smiled. Maybe next time. With a bold stroke, she initialed next to the medical requirements and signed the last page of the agreement in her illegible physician scrawl. She left the agreement on the table but took the almost empty drink with her to the closet.
What was appropriate to wear to a first meeting with your Dom? She laughed nervously. That's not a question I thought I'd be asking myself, she mused. She reached in and took her classic LBD off the hanger. She didn't have a very fancy wardrobe, but she had splurged on this name-brand dress, and it complimented her slender, well-toned physique. More than any other outfit she owned, it screamed sexy and expensive. She put it on, zipped it up, then slipped on her Christmas present to herself, a pair of three-inch red stilettos. A nice pair of Louboutins made any woman look and feel like a million bucks.
She pirouetted in front of the mirror then froze as her eyes focused on the reflection of her face. Her blue-green eyes were wide and her face was pale except for a splash of red high on her cheekbones, betraying her trepidation. Did she really want to do this? With a total stranger? And what if she enjoyed it? Was this going to be a one-time shot? Or would she want to be a frequent flyer in the Master Suite?
At the last minute, she added a pair of demure diamond studs in her ear lobes. They were her security blanket. Once she was no longer wearing clothes, she would never be totally naked.
"Let's do this thing," she announced out loud. After swallowing the rest of her drink, she picked up her key and the agreement and left the safety of her suite.
Her destination was one floor up and at the end of the hall on the other side of the resort. Whitney walked deliberately, the thick carpeting swallowing the sound of her heels. She stopped in front of the large wooden door that had MASTER SUITE engraved on a shiny brass plaque and looked at her wrist to check the time. But her wrist was bare, and she remembered she'd left her watch in her room. It was symbolic of her last connection to the real world.
She paused and sucked in a deep, steadying breath then released it slowly. Her hand lifted, and she knocked three times. Almost immediately, the lock clicked, and the door opened wide.
Whitney tried not to show any reaction at the first sight of her Dom. He was tall, probably a couple inches over six feet, with thick, dark brown hair and sky-blue eyes. He was dressed in a black suit and open-collared white shirt that revealed a light smattering of dark hair. Clearly, he h
adn't obeyed the agreement. Was that his only defiance? Regardless, he was probably one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen.
But this was not the first time they'd met.
Chapter 3
He let his gaze slowly sweep down her body from the top of her platinum blonde hair to the tip of those fuck-me red shoes. Nice, very nice. This is going to be fun.
"Please, come in." He stepped aside and let her enter his room before shutting the door and locking it behind her. As she passed him, he got a whiff of some kind of flower. But it was the view of her firm, rounded ass beneath the tight black dress that made his cock react. Sweet. She had just the kind of body that turned him on, slim, but with full, firm breasts, a small waist and curvy hips. He couldn't wait to see her naked.
"Please, have a seat." He indicated the loveseat that faced a large, stone fireplace. The suite consisted of three rooms, plus the bathroom and a private deck. The door opened into the living area. Beyond it was the kitchen with a small dining table, and beyond that were French doors leading out to the deck. The fireplace was centered in the suite with one side opening to the living area and the other to the bedroom that was on the left side. He'd already made himself at home in his temporary domain.
"Is that the agreement?" He raised his eyebrows as he glanced down at the papers in her hand. When he noticed that the edges of the pages were vibrating, he realized how nervous she was and knew he had to go slow.
"Yes. Yes, it is." She handed it to him then sat, perching on the edge of the soft velour couch. "I marked through a couple of things. Then I initialed and signed it."
Adam sat across from her in a matching arm chair and quickly flipped through the document. He had already read through it, and he noted the changes she had made. No multiple partners? He didn't have a problem with that. With only sixty hours remaining, he wanted to spend every minute of it focusing on having her obey his every command. "I see your safe word is Aspen."
She nodded stiffly.
"Is this your first time as a sub?"
Again, she nodded.
"Do you have any questions or concerns?"
She managed a weak smile. "I'm afraid I don't know what I don't know."
That sounded surprisingly intuitive. Maybe this woman had a brain to go with those killer curves. "Are you ready to start?" He forced his voice to be monotone so he wouldn't reveal his own excitement.
The tip of her pink tongue circled her lips slowly and unintentionally sensuously.
He waited breathlessly for her answer. This lovely woman who looked like a frightened doe ready to flee was extremely attractive. Even her nervousness was endearing. She was fully dressed and hadn't even touched him, and yet he could already feel his dick swelling. Suddenly, it was very important that she stay.
"Yes." It came out more as a whisper.
He heard it and grinned then held out his hand. She put hers in his, and he pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom.
It was bathed in dark blue and red lights, which brought an exotic, healthy glow to Whitney's pale skin. Her blonde hair shimmered like silk in the indirect lighting as she followed him into the large open room. The bed in the center was larger than a king-size with four heavily carved wooden corner posts that were reinforced with a metal frame that extended across the top. Metal rings were installed in several places on the posts and metal towers. On one wall of the room were hooks with ropes, chains and several types of whips hanging from them. There was also a cabinet with drawers full of all sorts of gadgets that he had checked out before she arrived. All in good time, he thought.
He noticed that her gaze was examining the equipment with more curiosity than fear. She reached out and ran her hands over one dark wood bed post and tugged on a metal ring then sat on the end of the bed. Her hand glided across the plush bedspread, and she pushed down as if to test the firmness of the mattress.
"The bathroom is over here." He walked into the bathroom, not bothering to check back to see if she was behind him.
Whitney climbed off the bed and followed him into an oversized room.
"That tub is big enough for five people," she commented then looked up and spotted the harnesses mounted above it. She looked back at him, waiting for the next step.
"I guess I should sign the agreement, and then we can begin," he told her.
She nodded and then frowned. "What should I call you?"
"King or Sir will work. And I'll call you sub." He had brought the agreement with him and leaned over a small table so he could scribble his own name illegibly next to hers. As soon as he straightened, his demeanor changed. His smile disappeared as he reached over to the rack and lifted a black leather collar off a hook and held it out to her.
Whitney took the collar and studied it for a moment as her fingers traced every inch of the wide strip of black leather with a gold buckle on one end before she looked up at Adam's steady stare.
"Sub, do you accept this collar?" His gaze never left her face as he waited for her affirmation. He knew this would be her last autonomous act before the weekend really began.
She swallowed hard and looked at the collar one more time before making eye contact. "Yes, I do." Her voice quivered as her breath hung on to the last of her free will.
"Kneel, sub," he ordered as he took the collar out of her hands.
She silently obeyed.
Adam pushed her hair aside and slid the collar around her neck. He threaded the smooth leather into the buckle and fastened it snugly. "This collar is an outward sign that I own you. You will obey me, according to the terms of our agreement. If, at any time, you are unwilling to continue, you will advise me by saying out loud the word 'Aspen'. Do you understand?" He waited impatiently for her response. Feeling her smooth skin under his fingertips was making him anxious to get this fantasy moving along.
She took a deep breath. "Yes, I understand."
"Understand…" He dragged the word out.
She waited a moment, then she guessed his meaning. "I understand, Sir."
"Stand, sub," he ordered and stepped back.
She stood and met his gaze.
"Lower your eyes," he demanded. "You will no longer look directly at me."
Her head dropped as she waited for his next command.
He reached for the matching leash from the rack and clipped it to her collar. He slapped the leather handle against his open palm and announced, "It's time for your master to see what presents his new sub has brought him." She didn't show fear, but with each slap of the leather, she flinched. "Take your dress off, sub. Slowly."
She steadied herself against the bed and began to take off one of her shoes.
"No, sub," he said sternly. He slapped the leash handle harder onto the palm of his hand. "I didn't say your shoes. I said your dress. And only your dress, for now."
She nodded and eased her foot back into the shoe. She reached behind and slid the zipper down a slow inch at a time.
Adam tilted his head and watched. She was following his orders, but he wasn't sure he had the patience to wait, especially when one strap slid off her shoulder, revealing soft white skin. She automatically lifted her hand to her chest to keep the dress from falling.
"Let it drop." He slapped the leash against his thigh.
"Yes, King." She moved her hand away, and the black dress slithered down her body, slowing briefly on the jut of her breasts, then again, when it reached the curve of her hips before puddling on the floor around her feet. The small dress barely covered her shoes.
"Very nice." Adam stroked the leather handle along her cheek and down her neck. He saw her shiver, and goosebumps rose on her bare arms as he ran the leather lightly along her collar bone to her shoulder. He continued across the top of the soft mound of her breast, following it down into the dark, secretive hollow of her cleavage, then up and over the top of her other breast. He followed the rounded curve, slid the soft leather down the center of her toned midriff and over her flat stomach.
He c
ould clearly see her pink nipples harden and press against the flimsy barrier of her bra. She might as well not be wearing anything for all the flesh the scraps of lace covered. But, God, they looked sexy as hell on her. He moved the leather lower, over the strip of lace and ribbon that barely covered her pussy, then slowly slid it between her legs and moved it back and forth.
Her muscles tensed, and her hips shifted as a tiny moan escaped from those full, red lips.
"You're in excellent shape. You'll serve me well this weekend." He lifted the handle to his nose and breathed in the fragrance of juices that had soaked into the leather. "Very responsive. That's good."
"Thanks," she said in a soft voice.
"Silence!" He slapped the leash against his thigh. "I'll tell you when to speak."
She nodded.
"Take off your bra."
Her fingers fumbled with the front hook and seemed relieved as it popped open, freeing her boobs. She let it go, and it sprang backward and fell behind her.
Adam unconsciously licked his lips. He wanted to immediately suck those rosy tips deep into his mouth and roll them on his tongue. His cock threatened to break through the zipper of his slacks, but he forced himself to ignore it, for the moment.
He reached over to the rack behind him and pulled off a black velvet bag. He untied the string and extracted two small silver and red devices.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the two objects that were clearly unfamiliar to her. She looked up and met his eyes for a brief, frightened moment before she remembered she wasn't supposed to look at him and dropped her gaze.
Adam smiled. This was clearly going to be a new experience for her. He pinched one clip open and slowly allowed the rubber-coated claws to close around the base of her nipple. Attached to the clamp was a shiny red heart charm dangling off a thin gold chain. She flinched a little but didn't move. He took the other clamp and repeated the process, then stepped back to watch her reaction. He flicked the charm and sent it swinging, and he saw her suck in a deep breath and steady herself by leaning against one of the bed posts.