by Kelly Alexis
Adam suddenly rolled over and flung his arm across her. His eyelids popped open, and he stared blankly at her. For a split second, she could see the same confusion in his eyes that had been in hers when she woke up. "What are you doing in my bed, sub?" he asked sternly.
She felt a moment of panic. "I don't know, Sir."
His serious expression relaxed into that sexy grin that stirred her soul. "The bed's pretty big. You didn't take up all that much space." His hand slid down and he inserted his fingers into her pussy. She could feel her juices rush to moisten his fingers as his thumb moved in slow circles over her clit.
"Did you sleep well, sub?"
"Yes, Sir." Whitney managed a smile, but he was successfully distracting her. His eyes focused on her face, waiting for her reaction.
"Feel good?" He continued to rotate his fingers in circles, up and down, in and out.
"Y-yes, King."
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
She bit her lip and nodded as she let herself enjoy the heat that was coiling inside her.
"So am I," he said and abruptly withdrew his fingers.
Her mouth opened to protest, but he repositioned himself so that his face was between her legs. His tongue took up the assault his fingers had started. With the tip, he flicked her clit, then circled it and sucked it into his mouth.
"Oh…shit!" she exclaimed, shocked by the bolts of pleasure that shot through her. He lapped the opening of her vagina, teasing her by licking the sensitive walls inside.
"God, you taste like honey," he moaned, the words muffled by her throbbing flesh.
She tried to hold on because it felt so good, but his tongue sent her into a frenzy that burst into spasms.
Once he was sure she was deep in her climax, he slid his body up hers and, in one smooth move, plunged inside her. Only a couple of deep thrusts were needed to bring him to his own orgasm, and his juices joined hers as their muscles contracted in unison.
Drained, at least temporarily, he rolled over and reached for the phone. "Now, that's my kind of wake-up call." He turned his attention to the person speaking on the other end of the line. "Yes, I need breakfast for two." He sat in silence, listening. "Look, I don't care what. Surprise me, okay? Make sure there's plenty of coffee." He put the handset down on the cradle.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Whitney nodded. "Yes, King."
"When I'm done. Stay here." He disappeared into the bathroom, and she heard the hollow splash as he peed in the toilet. He returned to the bedroom and clipped the leash to her collar.
"Your turn, sub. Come." He jerked her leash, and she slid off the bed and followed him to the bathroom.
She stood in front of the toilet and waited, expecting him to leave.
"Sit," he commanded and stood in front of her as she complied.
Whitney looked up and found him watching her intently. As much as she needed to go, she didn't want to with him there, but it was obvious he had no intention of leaving.
"Go ahead. I'm waiting."
She had seen every inch of his body, and he hers, but somehow, this was the most intimate act he had asked of her. She lowered her head and pretended he wasn't there long enough for her shy bladder to release. When she was finished, she reached over and pulled paper off the roll and wiped. She stood and flushed the toilet before looking up at him, only to find that he had not moved. In fact, his penis was half-aroused, illustrating his enjoyment of her very personal act. Kinky. She hadn't read anything about these types of activities when she was on the internet, and she could feel her face redden.
He let her walk past him to the sink where she washed her hands and brushed her teeth, all while he stood behind her and studied her every move. If that did it for him, great.
She picked up a hairbrush and brought her wig back to order. It was so long that it covered her breasts with only her pink nipples poking through the pale ashen strands. She lifted her gaze to meet his in the mirror, and she saw that familiar fire burning in his eyes. He stepped closer, and she felt the firm curve of his cock press against her.
"You please me, sub." He ground against her to show how much she turned him on.
A door chime sounded from the living room. He stepped back and pulled her leash. "Come, sub," he said and led her to the door. "Open it and get the cart."
Whitney hesitated. She had gotten used to being naked inside this suite, but stepping into the hallway was another matter entirely.
She felt the sharp slap of the leather handle across her ass, and she jumped forward. Apparently, she hadn't obeyed him quickly enough. She grasped the door handle, pushed the lever down and opened the door.
In the hallway, a room service cart was parked. She glanced both ways and was relieved to see there was no one in either direction. She reached out and pulled the cart into the suite.
"Put it by the table, sub."
"Yes, King." Whitney rolled the cart across the room and parked it next to the small dining table on the other side of the couch.
Adam sat down. "Serve me. Coffee, black."
"Yes, Sir." Whitney filled his cup and started to pour one for herself.
"I didn't say you could have any, did I?"
"No, Sir." She put the coffee pot down on the table and stood, waiting his next command.
"Serve my meal," he said.
"Yes, Sir." She picked up the napkin and set it on his lap, but his erect penis caused it to slide down his legs to his knees. The delicious smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air, and her stomach growled as she lifted the chrome cover off the first dish to reveal a large stack of hot cakes and a second cover off a plate of crisp bacon. It was a painful reminder that she had missed dinner and worked off the few calories she had taken in yesterday. She placed both plates in front of Adam.
"This is going to be a very long day for you, sub," he told her. "You will eat after I do, if I'm pleased with your service. Now, cut my pancakes."
"Yes, Sir." She picked up a knife and spread the soft butter over the top of his stack of pancakes, lifting each to cover the one below with butter. After carefully cutting them into one-inch squares, she poured warm maple syrup generously over the top. She set the small pitcher down, stepped back from the table and stood quietly, her head bowed, waiting for his approval.
Adam examined her service then nodded. "On the floor, sub. Watch me eat."
"Yes, King." Her stomach growled again as she knelt on her knees next to him and watched him consume the most beautiful stack of pancakes she had ever seen. He finished his first cup of coffee and set it down on the saucer.
Whitney stood and, without being ordered, refilled his cup. She bowed her head and returned to her knees on the floor.
"Do you like coffee, sub?"
Whitney nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"You may have a cup."
Whitney tried not to appear over-eager as she filled a cup with the dark, hot liquid. She dropped in two spoons of natural sugar, then held it in both hands, slowly savoring it, until he set his fork on his plate.
"My fingers are sticky, sub." He held his hands up with his fingers spread.
Whitney's eyebrows raised, and she reached for his napkin.
"Use your mouth," he commanded.
She put her cup down, leaned forward and took his hand. Okay, if he wanted her to clean his fingers, then she was going to make him pay. She put her mouth around his littlest finger and sucked it in. She stroked it with her tongue, just as she had done with his cock last night. She could see by the surge of his erection that the similarity wasn't lost on him. She moved it around in her mouth and continued to pull it in and out of her mouth suggestively.
"Slower, sub."
"Yes, King." Whitney moved on to his ring finger that held a large class ring from the University of Texas. She continued on through the remaining eight digits, then set his hand down and waited for another command. She had figured out that being submissive meant taking no initiative.
"I d
ropped some syrup on my cock, sub." He scooted his chair back and spread his legs.
Whitney had rarely taken her gaze off his cock as it grew with each finger she cleaned. Sure enough, there was syrup on the head of his swollen dick.
Her pancakes would have to wait. "Yes, King." She moved between his legs and slowly licked the length of his cock from its base to the tip, lapping up both the syrup and a moist drop of pre-cum in the process. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, letting her tongue stroke him until he groaned. One of her hands lifted to cup his balls, and she squeezed them gently as she continued to move her head back and forth, sliding her lips over his dick until she felt him jerk. He grabbed her shoulders and his fingers bit into her painfully as he filled her mouth with his hot cum. She kept sucking until he relaxed, and then she leaned back, picked up his napkin and wiped her mouth, then dried the moisture off his cock.
"I think you're clean, Sir."
"Yes, I believe you found the spot." He exhaled a satisfied breath. "You may eat your pancakes now."
Chapter 6
It had been many years since someone else dictated when she could take food in and when she could shit it out. Whitney had been independent since she was eighteen. Her parents had divorced several years earlier, when she was fifteen. Just after Whitney graduated from high school, her mother remarried. One night, her stepfather wandered into her bedroom. She woke up with him naked in her bed trying to stick his puny dick in her ass. Whitney screamed bloody murder and knocked him out with her lamp. In spite of all the damning evidence, her mother stood by him, and Whitney moved out the next day.
Luckily, she had a full-ride scholarship to Texas A&M that covered all the major expenses. A night job at a fast food fried chicken restaurant had paid the rest. However, to this day, she couldn't eat chicken. She managed to work her way through med school, and even though she still had about twelve thousand dollars in student loans, she'd done it all on her own.
Which brought her back to the Master Suite at the Breathless Luxury Resort and Spa, staring at a plate that was empty except for a pool of syrup. The pancakes, even cold, had been delicious and the bacon divine. She reminded herself, this experiment was to show her how it felt to not have to be responsible for even the smallest details of her life. There were certain parts of being a sub that she enjoyed very much and parts that she wasn't very comfortable with. However, since she was committed to completing this project, she was determined to be the best sub possible. She wanted to be so fucking memorable, he'd never forget her again.
"Finished, sub?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then clear the table and return the cart to the hallway."
Whitney stood and moved everything from the table back to the cart. As she pushed it toward the door, she kept tripping on the leash, so she picked it up and tied it around her waist. When she reached the door, she opened it, then promptly slammed it shut.
Adam laughed at her reaction. "Is there a problem, sub?"
"Yes, King."
"What is it?"
"There are people out there," she gasped. "Lots of them."
"That's not my problem, is it, sub?" He glanced pointedly at the cart that was still inside the room. "You didn't finish your assignment. Come here."
Whitney's feet dragged as she walked to Adam and stopped, her head lowered.
"Give me your leash."
Whitney untied the leash from around her waist and handed him the leather handle.
"Turn around, sub."
Whitney reluctantly turned her back to him. Even though it was warm in the room, she shivered, not sure what to expect as punishment and when it was going to be applied.
She didn't have to wait long. She felt Adam rubbing the handle lightly against her left ass cheek. With a snap of his wrist, the handle smacked it…hard. She jumped and glanced over her shoulder at him. He was waiting for her response. And she was itching to tell him exactly what she thought about being punished for not wanting to flaunt her nudity in front of strangers. Commit one hundred percent, she repeated to herself. She refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking her, so she returned her gaze forward.
"You must trust the process and obey me, no matter what I want, unless you enjoy being spanked."
"Yes, King."
"Are you sure?" he asked and trailed the handle across her cheeks again.
"Yes, King."
"Then go open the door and push the cart into the hall. You'll never see those people again."
Whitney jerked her leash away a little more vigorously than she intended and retied it around her waist. She returned to the door and opened it. There were still about a dozen people in the hallway, but she lifted her chin and calmly pushed the cart into the hall. The world around her froze as everyone turned to look at her. Except when she was working with patients, Whitney had never been the center of attention. And even then, it was all about the child, not her. But here, in front of God and everyone, all eyes were on her.
She felt more than naked. It was as if they could see all the way through her, to her soul. It was probably the most helpless she'd ever been in her life. But then, the thought occurred to her that it was all part of the fantasy. She straightened and threw back her shoulders, aware that her breasts jutted out provocatively. She caught the admiring glances of several of the men and the envious glares of even more of the women as she gave a little curtsy and shut the door. As it clicked behind her, shutting off the spontaneous applause from her audience, she exhaled a huge sigh of relief. If she could stand naked in front of all those people and not die of humiliation, then she could survive anything.
"I was wondering if you were going to come back," Adam commented. "You must have caused quite a stir out there. You're a very attractive woman, and I'm sure they all thought that I'm a lucky guy." He gave her a little crooked grin before switching back to stern Dom. "Go to the bed, sub."
"Yes, King."
Adam waited for Whitney to climb up on the big bed.
"On your knees, facing the headboard," he commanded.
Whitney knelt as ordered. She looked up and noticed there were two sets of bindings on each post. Both had long nylon ropes attached to them, but one had a set of leather cuffs, and the other had cuffs that were more like velvet loops. She watched, a little anxiously, as he unhooked the velvet cuffs and stretched out the rope until it reached her. He pushed her hand through the loop, then walked to the end of the bed and pulled down a cuff that he looped around her foot.
"Spread your legs more, sub," he commanded.
Whitney obeyed, but the position was awkward, and she wasn't comfortable leaving her pussy and asshole so open and vulnerable.
He went to the other side of the bed and repeated the process for her right hand and right foot. Then he took a scarlet colored silk scarf out of the cabinet.
Whitney shivered. Ever since that night with her stepdad, she had been a little afraid of the dark. And even though Adam hadn't opened the drapes and had kept only a minimum of lights on in the room, she knew the blindfold would turn her world dark.
Adam climbed onto the bed and flipped the scarf over her head. He centered it over her eyes and tied it tightly in the back. She blinked and was relieved that, while she couldn't see what was going on, a soft rosy light seeped through the silky material.
She felt him get off the bed, and she waited, trying to guess what he was up to as she listened to him moving around the room.
For the first time since she entered the Master Suite, she had no visual awareness of what he was about to do to her. She could hear the fire crackling in the fireplace and the sound of wind outside the window. She heard the jingle of chains and things moving on the rack. The carpet was too thick for her to hear his footsteps, so she was a little startled when the mattress sank as he climbed back on the bed and moved around behind her.
She waited, holding her breath for his next action. The cuffs were loose, and she knew she could pull out of them easily if she want
ed. However, she withheld judgment, not knowing what to expect but open for a new stimulant.
"Relax, sub," he whispered in her ear.
Adam rubbed what felt like thin strips of some sort of soft material up her spine. Slowly, he let it drape over her shoulder until the ends tickled her nipples, then he let it trickle down her back. It was as if he was running his fingertips lightly over her body.
Suddenly, it stopped.
Whoosh! The whip slapped across her ass.
Her breath exhaled in a surprised, "Oh!"
Whoosh! This time, against her right cheek, only harder.
She bit her lip but didn't cry out. It didn't really hurt, just a tingle where the ribbons landed. She just hadn't expected it.
He trailed the hard end of the whip over her ass, circling her cheeks and riding up her crack. Light strokes, around and around. She started to relax, when whoosh, he whipped her again and again.
Whitney straightened on her knees and leaned against the headboard. Her ass muscles tightened to relieve the stinging from the lashes. She was amazed to feel that familiar tightening in her groin and the moisture gathering in her vagina. This shouldn't be turning her on but it was. The sound of the ribbons in the air seconds before they connected with her flesh heightened the anticipation. The fact that she couldn't see him or know when that next contact might be was oddly exciting.
Again, he stopped, but she knew better than to relax. Suddenly, a round object slid between her legs and rubbed over her clit. She knew it wasn't his dick because it didn't bend, and it wasn't warm and soft like his shaft. He pulled it back, slowly dragging it over her swollen pussy. He pulled it all the way back then slid it forward again.
This time, he pulled it all the way through, letting the ribbons tickle over and around her sensitive flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt herself building toward release. She tightened her grip on the nylon ropes, supporting herself as she felt the heat boiling in her loins.
She was close, so close…then he stopped. She hung, suspended, unable to relax or move as she silently begged him to keep going. She felt him push her hair over one shoulder, leaving her back bare. He reached under her arm and caressed her with just his fingertips, moving lightly up her neck, along the sharp line of her jaw and then down her throat and along her shoulder blades. He drew invisible circles around her right breast and fluttered over her nipple like a butterfly's wings.