by Laney Rogers
He spanked me again, harder, but with his fingers playing with my nipples, the spanking felt almost pleasurable. He spanked each cheek in turn, and when he reached six, he let go of my nipple.
A small moan of disappointment slipped past my lips and he laughed.
“Spread your legs, Liza.”
Another order. I obeyed instantly.
“Much better,” he murmured. His hand slid over my ass cheek then between my legs.
“Oh,” I gasped as he slipped his fingers through my wetness, running one finger right across my clit. The bundle of nerves swelled under his touch and I rocked my hips instinctively. I froze, but it was too late.
“That’s three more for you,” he stated, strumming my pulsating clit until I moaned again, moving ever nearer to the orgasm I could feel building inside me.
“Oh God… Please, I need to come, Sir.”
“No. This is a lesson in self-control as well as a punishment. You don’t come until I give my permission.”
I wanted to show him I could do as I was told, so with difficulty, I curbed my aching need, tensing every part of my body, willing myself to keep from exploding with pleasure.
“Good girl, that’s better”.
His hand moved from between my legs and spanked my already sore bottom again. It started to burn as the spanking got harder still, and as I winced at the sting, his other hand returned to my nipples, pinching, rubbing, rolling them between his fingers.
Pleasure and pain mingled together and I let out an animalistic whine.
Undeterred, he spanked me the remaining three times, each one harder than the last. As soon as he finished, his hand returned between my legs and I parted them even wider, welcoming his fingers to my soaked pussy once more.
“Come for me now, Liza,” he said, plunging two fingers inside me while his thumb pressed down firmly on my clit, rubbing it back and forth. His free hand moved between both breasts, twisting my nipples in a sensual rhythm.
I screamed, ecstasy washing over me in great waves of pleasure as my orgasm shook my body.
“Again,” he demanded.
And I did, immediately, proving to us both that he had complete control of me. This climax was near all-consuming, blinding in its strength, great spasms racking my whole body. When I came back down to earth, I lay inert across his lap, not sure if my legs would hold me up if I moved.
Steve returned one hand to my sore cheeks and gently rub them. After a minute, he stopped and stroked my hair.
“Can you get up?” he asked gently.
Lacking any grace at all, I struggled to a standing position, my legs wobbly.
Steve sat back in the armchair and pulled me to him. I tried to resist, feeling embarrassed and humiliated even though it was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
Infuriatingly, he laughed, my resistance pointless as his large hands turned me easily sideways and pulled me closer, so I had no choice but to lean against his solid, muscular frame.
“Let me take care of you, sweetheart. I’m proud of you, and as a Dom, I need to know that you’re okay.”
But I wasn’t okay. How could I feel this way? What was wrong with me? I was confused. I didn’t understand how I could experience such intense orgasms, after taking a spanking like some wayward child. I felt almost shameful. It was one thing to do this in a bedroom setting as foreplay, but another thing in normal, everyday life.
“Talk to me, Liza.”
I shook my head.
Rather than order me to tell him, which was what I expected, he simply wrapped his arms around me. After a quiet moment, I relaxed in his warmth and snuggled closer to him. After all, he had said he was proud of me, and I loved his approval.
Just when I thought I might fall asleep in his arms, he spoke. “Liza, if you can’t trust me enough to tell me how you are feeling, then this will never work between us. It wouldn’t be safe. Communication is essential in our type of relationship.”
I took a deep breath. “I guess I don’t understand how I could react like that, when you just spanked me. I should feel anger and humiliation, but everything was…I don’t know…amazing. I feel ashamed at being so weak.”
My voice sounded small and pathetic, and I decided to try and get out of his lap, away from my shame. My attempts were futile as his arms surrounded me, hard as rock.
“Don’t ever say you’re ashamed, sweetheart. Your responses to me were beautiful. Not everyone can let go to that level and put their faith in someone unconditionally. You certainly are not weak. I’m proud of you for opening up to me and letting me please you that way.”
Spying a blanket on the back of the chair next to his, Steve leant over, holding me to him, and grabbed it. Shaking it out, he covered my nakedness with the soft material, tucking it in around me as I snuggled in even closer.
Maybe this was what real submissiveness felt like, and I knew, at that moment, this was something I could really learn to love. Safe, secure, and maybe even cherished.
I felt suddenly exhausted, after being up really late, followed by a three mile run and then dealing with the stress and euphoria of my punishment.
I looked up at him shyly and he smiled, lowering his head to kiss me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth exploring every crevice. I returned the kiss eagerly and he wrapped his arms around me again, smiling when our mouths finally parted.
“You need to understand what it means to be in a D/s relationship, sweetheart. Part of my job is to protect you no matter what, and when I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing, my hands are tied. You need to trust me with your wellbeing.
“A sub gives herself to her Dom, mind and body, but only because she chooses to. As a Dom, I want to push you beyond any sexual boundaries that you may have, but because you want to experience what that is like. I would never force you. Part of the joy of being a successful Dom is to watch my sub learn about herself and see the pleasure she gets from trusting me to be the one to help her do that.”
His words had a deep effect on me. I knew in that moment that I wanted him to own me, to take me as his sub and teach me all I needed to know.
I took in the strong outline of his jaw and the hard contours of his body. “I’m really sorry I didn’t let you know what was going on,” I said. “I guess I didn’t realize what I was supposed to do. I’ve had to take care of myself for such a long time that it feels strange, imagining handing that control over to someone else. But I want to try. I promise.”
He looked at me long and hard, and seemed to be weighing something up.
“Do you forgive me?” I whispered up at him.
His slight frown turned to a smile and relief swept over me. “Yes, little Liza. You’re forgiven.”
I sighed contentedly, warm again. After a couple of minutes of being snuggled up to him, his warm hands gently rubbing my naked body, my eyes grew heavy. Before I had time to say anything else, I fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
Chapter Four
“I’ll be there in an hour or so. It sounds like a plan, Seb… No, there won’t be any trouble. I’ll see to that. Okay, see you around twelve.”
His deep voice pulled me from sleep and I shifted my position in his lap, trying to put some sense to his words. He had said Seb. Surely he didn’t mean my old boss at the club? They knew each other, I thought, still only half awake. I decided I’d ask in a minute.
My eyes were open, but I wasn’t ready to move out of the warm confines of Steve’s body. Even though I was naked, being wrapped in the blanket, the hardness of this chest and arms securely around me, I felt safe and taken care of. It had been many years since I’d had those feelings, and I didn’t want them to disappear yet.
I closed my eyes and decided to fake it.
“You slept well, sweetheart. I’ve enjoyed having your body curled up against me.”
Damn, I thought. How did he know I was awake?
Steve laughed and the sound rumbled right through me. “It’s no good pretendi
ng, little Liza. I’ve been listening to your breathing for nearly three hours.
Reluctantly, I raised my head and looked up at him, feeling shy again. These constant feelings of bashfulness and trepidation were certainly new to me. I’d always been fairly self-reliant and confident, despite my miserable childhood where I was often told I was “not good enough.”
I smiled. “I was so warm and comfortable, I didn’t want to move.”
“I’d love to stay and enjoy that beautiful body of yours some more, but duty calls. I have to go now, gorgeous.”
My heart sank. I couldn’t believe how his leaving could make me feel so empty.
“I want to take you and Helen out to eat tonight. The three of us have things to discuss.”
I felt relief surge through me as I wouldn’t have to wait long before I could see him again. Even if it did mean sharing him with Helen.
This is not good; Steve is hers. It was no good getting all territorial over him. I knew the state of play and I had to abide by that.
I forced a smile. “Yes, it’s fine. Where shall I meet you?”
He frowned, and I wondered what I could have possibly said to upset him so quickly.
“I will be picking you up at seven, Liza. You’re with me now, and I’m here to take care of you. I do not want you walking around on your own at night. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do, but really, I’ve been thinking about getting a car for ages, so it won’t be a problem. I’ve always taken care of myself.”
I realized I was rambling, but I didn’t want him to think I was weak and overly dependent.
Steve stood with me in his arms then set me down in front of him, the blanket still around me. Putting a hand under my chin, he tilted my head up till our eyes met.
“I can see that. But part of our lifestyle is you being able to put your trust in me, and let me take care of you. I know you’re a strong, feisty woman, and I love that.” He smiled. “But one of the things I’m looking forward to the most is teaching you to let go and put yourself in my hands.”
I shivered slightly with anticipation more than anything else. “Okay, I’ll try, I promise.”
“Good girl. Now, I have to go, so get some clothes on before I rip the blanket right off and take you, bent over the nearest table.”
I let the blanket fall. “Didn’t you say something about a table?”
His deep laugh was infectious, and I grinned back, loving that I had that effect on him.
“You’re going to be a real handful. I like a challenge.” He pulled the blanket back up, turned me around and swatted my ass. “Clothes. Now.”
I went to the bathroom, grabbed my robe and quickly returned to Steve, who was waiting patiently by the front door.
He pulled me roughly against him and his mouth found mine, taking it possessively, forcing his tongue between my lips. I opened to him immediately, my own tongue returning his actions.
He held me so tight I could feel his cock hard against my hip as my hands wound around his neck. All I wanted was for him to pick me up and take me to that table he’d mentioned.
Eventually he released me and I was forced to let him go.
He grinned dangerously. “You’re quite the addiction, you know that?” He turned and opened the door and, stopping on the threshold, looked over his shoulder. “Okay, little Liza, I’ll be back here at seven.”
With that, he left me standing in my entryway, feeling flushed and excited, wondering what was going to happen next.
* * * *
Something was definitely up. I could feel the tension in the car as we sped down the interstate toward St. Louis. Steve and Helen sat in the front of the sleek, silver Mercedes that had arrived at my place promptly at seven.
There had been smiles and greetings all around, but after spending eighteen years in a house full of tension, the ability to sense an atmosphere had stayed as sharp as ever.
Eye contact between the two of them was minimal, and the distance between them, although limited due to the confines of the car, spoke volumes. I decided to give it until the entrée was served, and then, whatever the consequences, I was going to say something.
Here I was, taking my first tentative steps into a Dom/sub relationship, and already the two other people involved seemed to be showing signs of displeasure. I hoped it wasn’t me, but after the last few years of one disastrous relationship after another, I was not going to just let my anxiety sit there, festering.
I loved seeing the city lit up at night, and after crossing the Poplar Street Bridge, we headed downtown and parked near the riverfront.
Steve opened my door, and as I stepped out, he smiled, letting his hand brush over my cheek before pulling me to him and kissing me possessively.
When he broke the kiss, he murmured in my ear, “Did I mention how hot you look tonight?”
I nodded. He’d complimented me on my outfit when he’d arrived at my place earlier. It was something I wasn’t used to and I was starting to enjoy the fact that he paid me so much attention. I thought I’d feel self-conscious but, in fact, it made me feel desirable.
If I were truly honest, the thought of being “owned” by someone like Steve excited the hell out of me.
The restaurant was elegant, with soft lighting and music, and after being seated in a quiet area near the window, I sat, regarding each of them in turn.
Helen glanced up and caught me staring at her. She tried to give a reassuring smile, but I didn’t buy it, and after a couple of seconds, she dropped her eyes once more, attempting to appear engrossed in the menu.
“Are you hungry, Liza?” Steve asked, rubbing my arm as I picked up my own menu.
I smiled at him. “Yes, starving. This all looks wonderful.”
Helen and I gave our orders to the young female waitress who arrived at our table, and as Steve spoke, I noticed how close she stood, hardly taking her eyes off him long enough to write his order.
Glancing around the room, I saw several more pairs of hungry female eyes gazing longingly at him. A territorial kind of possessiveness washed over me and, as I glared right back at them, some of the eyes darted away.
He really did look hot tonight, in dark pants and a soft, black shirt that fitted snugly around muscular arms and wide shoulders. With that lazy smile and those bright blue eyes, it was little wonder he was being so appreciated by the other women around him.
The waitress arrived with the bottle of house white he’d ordered. He smiled at her and she smiled back coyly then leaned forward to collect the menus, giving him a face-full of ample cleavage. If she’d moved any closer, she’d have been sitting in his lap. It crossed my mind to punch the bitch out. As she sauntered away, I must have let my displeasure show, because he caught my eye and smiled wickedly. After pouring all three of us glasses of the white, he raised his in a toast.
“To the truth,” he said softly, staring straight into Helen’s eyes. She glanced at him then dropped her gaze, her expression showing her unhappiness.
What the hell was going on with the two of them? I thought.
“Liza, I need you to know that I’ll always be honest with you,” he stated.
I stared at him, a feeling of panic building inside me. Could he have changed his mind about us? Maybe Helen had changed hers and they’d fallen out about it. Perhaps that explained the atmosphere in the car.
I stayed silent, waiting for the bomb to drop.
“I had lunch today with your old boss, from Traders Club,” he said.
I had not expected that. So it was Seb he’d been talking to at my place.
“We had a very interesting conversation about the both of you.”
Helen’s head snapped up, a frown creasing her forehead.
“What did he say about Liza?” she blurted nervously.
“I allowed you to greet Liza earlier and order your food, but I haven’t given you permission to speak otherwise,” he warned.
She immediately looked down, clearly upset.
“It’s all right, Liza. Only Helen needs to be silent right now. I don’t usually insist on being a Dom in a public place like this, but tonight she’s in trouble. A lot of trouble.”
I nodded, casting uneasy glances between the two.
“Some D/s couples have a contract between them,” he continued, “setting out the rules they wish to abide by while they’re together. Helen and I have never felt the need for one, but we both agreed that if, at any time, things changed for one of us, we would be honest and upfront with the other person. Helen decided not to honor that part of our agreement.”
Helen’s eyes filled with tears and I so wanted to comfort her, but Steve’s expression told me that would not be my best move.
“It appears Helen has an interest in Master Seb, but until this afternoon, chose not to tell me.”
“Wait. Seb’s a Dom?” I asked incredulously. “I had no idea, and I worked for him for over three years.”
Steve smiled. “We prefer not to broadcast the fact, sweetheart. We play our cards pretty close to out chests. I met Seb at a BDSM event here in St Louis. When he mentioned Traders back across the river, even though it’s a regular nightclub, I decided to take a look. That’s when I met you, and a year after that, Helen met Seb.
Helen raised her eyes to meet Steve’s, giving him an imploring look, as if to beg him to stop; but he was relentless.
“About two weeks ago, I overheard Helen on the phone with a friend. It appears she’s conflicted about her feelings for me, and her growing attraction for Seb and his particular talents.
“Please, Steve—” Helen choked mid-sentence as Steve threw her another warning stare.
“I approached Seb about the matter, and he definitely showed an interest, but said he would like to get to know her better. However, she would never have said a word about it if I had not confronted her this afternoon before we picked you up.”