by Laney Rogers
“Come here, Liza.”
I recognized that tone, and turning off the water, walked to him. He opened his legs and took my hand, pulling me between his hard thighs and up against him.
“I’m sorry this happened to you. I wanted to kill that stupid fuck when I saw what he was doing. You bring out a different kind of protectiveness in me I thought I’d buried a long time ago.”
“Thank you for being there and for staying with me,” I said, looking into his strong, re-assuring face. “I don’t want to think about what might have happened. He was going to pull me into a room and…” I broke off, choking on a sob, and hung my head, not able to meet his gaze. “Shit, I wasn’t going to cry like a baby anymore.” I swallowed, regaining some self-control.
Steve tilted my chin up until our eyes met. “How long had that prick been bothering you?”
“Ever since I broke up with him. I mean, not like today but, you know, sarcastic remarks, criticism of my work, just general harassment.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Steve asked in a stern voice.
“I thought I could handle it. It was just words, and I had decided to search for another job, anyway. Carly knew, but we both put it down to him being a first prize douche bag.”
A hint of a smile crossed his face at my choice of words, but it was instantly replace by a frown.
“I told you to call me if there was anything wrong. I spoke to you every night while I was away, and you told me nothing. Listen Liza, from now on, if there’s a problem, any problem—work, family, anything at all, you are to tell me. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I replied quietly.
“Yes?”
“Yes, Sir.” Noting the expression on his face, my heart beat faster.
“I should bend you over and spank you for not telling me, or your boss. He could have put a stop to the douche bag before it got out of control.”
My eyes widened in annoyance and I frowned at his words. “I had been trying to deal with it myself because I didn’t want to go running off, being a tattletale,” I replied, my voice showing him I didn’t agree with him at all.
“Are you going to argue with me now?”
His face took on a menacing expression and I bit my lip, shaking my head. “No, Sir”.
“I’m glad to hear it, although a good spanking still sounds appropriate. However, I’ll go easy on you, seeing what you went through today.”
Although I breathed a sigh of relief, I had to acknowledge that, even after the trauma of that afternoon, my panties were damp at just the threat of a discipline from Steve.
He ran his hands down my sides and then over my ass, sliding under the shirt, as my pulse raced.
“I don’t like my sub wearing underwear in my house. I prefer them to wear nothing at all, but definitely no panties.” He yanked them down to mid-thigh in one harsh movement and lifted the shirt up to my waist.
“Better,” he growled. Pulling me tight to his chest so the shirt stayed up, he ran his hands over my exposed cheeks, sliding one hand down the crease between them, till his fingers found my telltale wetness.
“Just thinking about me punishing you makes you wet, doesn’t it, Liza.”
It was a true statement, and I blushed at his words.
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”
I did as he said and immediately he pushed one finger right up into my pussy. I took a sharp intake of breath, my face pressed to his chest, and then I let out a moan, another of his fingers finding my clit and rubbing over it repeatedly.
“I can’t punish you because the doctor told you to take it easy, at least until tomorrow.” His mouth was right next to my ear and he whispered the words, making my whole body shiver. “Maybe I can think of something else.”
He took his hand away and I whimpered in protest. Pushing me back, his shirt dropped over my ass again, and he undid the buttons, one by one. He slipped the material over my shoulders and down my arms. The shirt fell to the floor and I stood before him, naked, except for the panties, halfway down my thighs.
“Remove them,” he ordered.
After I obeyed, he took my wrist and led me down the hallway to what I assumed was his office.
It was a large room, dominated by a massive old fashioned oak desk, facing a full length window that overlooked the grounds in the back. I felt exposed and vulnerable in such a male room, but even though I felt that way, my body was aroused just by being naked.
An old-style leather sofa sat against one wall with a matching chair and a drinks cabinet on the opposite side.
Steve took me to his desk and I did a classic double take when I saw the wall above it. Arranged on hooks was a large display of paddles and things that looked like whips, but with long, leather strands hanging from them, each one slightly different in style and size.
Below them, to one side of the desk, was what reminded me of an old fashioned umbrella stand. Instead of umbrellas, though, it held a collection of canes, and what seemed suspiciously like a couple of riding crops.
“This is where you will usually come if you need to be punished while you are staying at my home,” he said, watching me taking it all in.
I was shocked, there was no doubt. He had a whole armory of weapons at his disposal, to use on me if I angered him in any way. Or, a voice said in my mind, if you actually want to be punished.
I stared at Steve, my mouth open, not knowing what I was supposed to say.
He reached over and teased one nipple, pulling gently and twisting the bud between two fingers until it hardened under his touch. “Don’t worry, I promised to go easy on you tonight, so take a seat on the couch; I’ll be right with you,” he instructed.
I went and perched nervously on the edge of the soft leather, then watched as Steve went around the desk, opened a drawer and took out a long piece of silky material about the width of a scarf.
He walked over to me and held out his hand, palm upwards. “Wrists, Liza. When I hold out my hand this way, you will give me both wrists.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I placed them in his hand and he tied them together with the silken sash. Then he said, “Lean back, but keep that sweet ass near the front of the seat,”
I did as he instructed, feeling cool leather against my back. He took the end of the sash and leaned over me. When I caught on to what he was doing, my heart skipped a beat. I watched him feed it through a metal ring—one of three that were set into the wall above the couch.
He pulled the sash through the center until my arms were raised above my head. Satisfied, he tied a knot and I was held securely in place.
My breasts had been raised up as well and he smiled. “Very pretty. Maybe I’ll find something to decorate them with tomorrow.”
What did he mean decorate? I pushed the question to one side as he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork.
“Open your legs for me.”
I opened them a fraction, still wary of feeling restrained and open in front of him.
“More, Liza, unless you want me to tie them open instead.”
I complied, opening them quite a bit wider until, blushing, I was full exposed to him, everything on display.
“Good girl. Keep them open, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His large frame leant over my body and he placed his hands either side of me on the back of the couch. “You had a shitty day, sweetheart, and it’s my job to make you feel better now.”
He ran his tongue over my lower lip then sucked gently on it, and reaching one hand down to caress my nipple, sent shivers of desire through me. Then he took my mouth possessively, pushing his tongue in to dance with mine, kissing me long and hard.
I pulled on my restraint, wanting to reach out and cling to him, but I was held fast, completely at his mercy once again.
His lips moved lower, kissing trails down my neck and across my shoulder. I shivered with delight at the tiny sparks that traveled over me with each kiss.
The bud became so hard and erect, it almost hurt. He teased the other till it matched the first then flicked each in turn with his hot, wet tongue. I gasped, my head tipping back, wrists pulling again, but to no avail.
He lifted one heavy breast and I jumped when he ran his tongue underneath then left kisses along the trail he’d made. I’d never been kissed there before, and the sensation made my pussy clench with need. He did the same with my other breast before he took his mouth away.
“No,” I cried in a breathless voice. “Don’t stop, please.”
“No? Did you just tell me no? Maybe I should paddle your ass despite what the doctor said,” he commented, frowning at me.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to. It just felt so good.” My voice took on a begging quality. “Please, please don’t stop, Sir.”
A small smile played on his lips, as he put a finger under my chin, making us meet eye to eye. “Don’t test my patience again, Liza.”
“I won’t, Sir, I promise.”
I felt his fingers travel slowly up my thigh, then run across the crease at the top of it. They moved over my mound and then down. Just one finger slid further, over my clit and into my soaked pussy.
I moaned, pushing my pelvis against his hand, my pussy clenching around his finger. He took it out and I just managed to contain my frustration.
“That’s better, you’re learning to use some control now.” He ran his finger over my lips. “Suck it,” he ordered.
I took it between my lips, tasting my own juices, sucking them from his finger.
“Good girl. I can tell how much you want to submit to me.” He replaced his finger with his mouth, running his tongue over my lips. Then he lowered his head between my legs and licked my hot, wet folds from front to back.
“Ohhh,” I exclaimed, my hands gripping the sash, pulling on it futilely.
When he took each of my labia in turn and sucked on them, I cried out, my thighs quivering as an orgasm instantly threatened to overwhelm me.
“Not yet, sub, not till I say you can.”
How was I ever going to wait until he gave me permission, I didn’t have a clue.
I pushed against his mouth while his tongue thrust in and out of my wet pussy. Then he lifted my ass right off the couch, one hand on each of my cheeks.
He took his mouth away from me. “Wrap your legs around me, Liza.”
I wound them around his neck and he plunged back into my pussy, in and out, till I thought I’d go crazy with desire.
“Come now,” he commanded. He ran his tongue over my clit then sucked it firmly.
I screamed and my hips bucked wildly as my orgasm exploded right through me.
He lapped my juices from me, then tongued my clitoris so hard and fast that I came again, at once, crying out as shockwaves pulsed through my body.
Lowering my ass cheeks back on to the couch, he kissed each quivering inner thigh as my feet returned to the floor.
“You taste so good, sweetheart. All I want to do is take you right here, bury my hard cock in your pussy, but we have to stop, doctor’s orders. I have to take care of you and I don’t want you to overdo it.
I smiled at him, my legs still trembling, not knowing if I could put a coherent sentence together at that moment.
Steve chuckled. “My sub, lost for words. There’s a first time for everything.”
I glared at him. “I’m fine,” I managed.
He slapped my thigh softly, a smile still on his face. “Lose the frown, sub.”
I did as I was told.
He knelt up and examined my damaged cheek. Satisfied, he stood and released the sash, undoing my wrists and checking the bruising already forming on my forearm, courtesy of the douche bag.
By the time his inspection was over, my breathing was almost back to normal. “Sir, can’t I, maybe, please you now?”
I saw the huge bulge in his jeans as he stood over me and I wanted so much to show him appreciation for the heights he’d just taken me to.
“As tempting as that sounds, we will both have to show restraint until tomorrow. I won’t have you putting a strain on that cheek. You were supposed to rest when you got here. The doctor would not be happy.” He smiled. “You are so irresistible, Liza. You have no idea. Now, I’m taking you to bed, before I get carried away again.”
I looked up, hopeful at the mention of taking me to bed.
He laughed his sexy, deep laugh; my favorite. “Insatiable sub, I love that.” He pulled me up from the couch and smacked my bottom. “Tonight the bed is for sleep only. Let’s go.”
Upstairs in his room, Steve sat on the edge of his bed with me warm and comfortable under the covers. “I have paperwork to finish up and some work to do on the plans for the new bar at Traders. I’d like your input on that, maybe over breakfast. But for now, you rest. Okay? I’ll be up in a while.”
I nodded, feeling suddenly exhausted, sleep threatening to engulf me at any moment.
He smiled, kissed me once on the forehead and then left, closing the door behind him.
* * * *
I woke, feeling groggy from a deep sleep, and saw that Steve hadn’t come to bed. The digital clock on the night stand told me it was two thirty in the morning, so I got wearily out of bed, grabbed his tee shirt from a pile of clothes Steve had left on the chair, and went downstairs in search of him. My head was hurting again, so I decided to grab some medicine while I was downstairs.
He stood in the sitting room, his back to me, staring out of the window into the darkness.
“Hey,” I said quietly.
He turned around, his expression dark and serious. “I thought I told you to rest,” he said in a cold, curt voice.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, hurt by the unnecessary sharpness he’d used. I turned to leave.
“Shit,” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry, Liza, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
“I was just wondering if you had any headache medicine, that’s all.”
“Of course, I’ll get it for you.” He walked over to me and took my face in his hands. “I really am sorry. Look, can you sit down for a minute?”
I nodded and perched on the nearest armchair, worried that maybe I’d upset him in some way.
Steve paced up and down the room and then came to a stop, back near the window. He stared at me intently, then sighed and looked down. “I’m not good at telling people what I’m feeling,” he confessed. He sighed again and walked closer to me, then decided to sit on the sofa.
He studied my face and then spoke in a soft voice. “I haven’t felt serious about anyone, since Anna. As I told you, both Helen and I knew it wouldn’t be a long term thing, but that’s the most time I’ve given any relationship since. Up until now.”
I sat in silence, not wanting to interrupt, but my stomach had developed a case of butterflies at his words.
“You walked in while I was trying to figure out exactly what the hell I’ve been feeling for the past few days. I don’t find all this relationship stuff easy anymore. That’s no excuse for barking at you though, sweetheart.”
“Really, it’s okay,” I replied, attempting a smile. “Shall I leave you alone now?”
“No, no. You need that medicine. How bad is the pain?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.
“On a scale of one to ten, about a five. I’ll live,” I said flippantly, trying to relieve some of the tension.
“I’ll be right back,” he stated and left the room, his face tight and drawn.
My heart sank. He apparently wasn’t one for serious commitments and I had no choice but to accept that, even though my feelings told me otherwise. He r
eturned with a headache pill and glass of water.
“Thanks.” I took the pill and sipped the water.
Then we both started to talk at the same time.
“Go ahead,” he offered.
I took a deep breath. “I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning. I should be at my place anyway, and I’m fine, honestly.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Liza. I mean it. I have a past that rears its ugly head every time I’m with a woman more than a couple of days. This is about me, not you. The truth is you are the first person who’s actually made me want to do something about it.”
“I am?” I asked tentatively, hope replacing my fear of losing him. “I mean, I’m glad, because I kind of like you a whole lot.” I laughed to cover my embarrassment at saying the words out loud.
“I’m not sure how much I can promise you in terms of a real relationship,” he said, pulling me up and against his chest, making me feel instantly warm and protected.
“You don’t have to promise me anything. Why can’t we just take it a day at a time and see what happens,” I suggested.
He ran a hand down my cheek. “It’s different with you, like it was with her.” I knew at once who ‘her’ was and what his reservations were because of the way she had treated him.
“I know it’s just words,” I offered, “but I couldn’t ever do that to you. All I can say is that she was an idiot. It wouldn’t be like that; not with me.” He was huge, scary, tough and dominant, and he’d shifted my world to a new place that I’d discovered I really wanted to be.
I decided to lighten the atmosphere, so I reached up and planted a firm kiss on his lips. “I’ll get breakfast tomorrow, okay?”
His expression changed right in front of my face and he grinned wickedly, looking me up and down. All the tension lifted from the room.
“Is that my tee shirt, Liza?”
“Yes, I borrowed it, is that okay? I just grabbed the first thing I could find.”
“For tonight, yes it is, but tomorrow, while you’re cooking my breakfast, you will be naked, that’s an order. Maybe you will stay naked during the day, too. We’ll see.”
My eyes widened. Naked all day? “But… you don’t really expect me to do that, do you? I mean I can’t—”