by Geneva Lee
She lifted her soft fingers to my cheek, hesitating until I shifted my face against her palm. Holding her hand there, she met my gaze. I saw questions in her eyes. There was fear and confusion, but also hunger. “Yes, Sir.”
Her whispered response told me what I needed to know. She understood, on some level, what she was getting into. Although I would need to take it slowly with her.
But for now, I would take her to bed.
Sunlight crept over her peaceful face. Her blonde hair fanned out, haloing her head, and making her look even more the part of an angel. She shifted in her sleep, curling a hand under her cheek.
What was she doing to me?
Some broken things could never be fixed. I knew that. I’d witnessed it over and over again. I had watched as the cracks of time and heartbreak destroyed people. It was too much of a burden to bear—to try to pick up the pieces and heal. I’d always believed it was safer to shield your wounds and arm yourself against future attacks.
But last night I had laid awake and counted her breaths, catalogued each of her movements. The serenity she found in her sleep radiated from her. I could almost feel it seeping through my skin.
I told myself that sleeping next to her left me unguarded. Vulnerable. But the truth was that I didn’t want to close my eyes.
Belle’s lips began to move although she was still asleep. I propped myself up on my elbow, torn between waking her and hoping she would settle back to sleep. Instead she flipped onto her back, her body stiffening. Tossing her head against the pillow, a small cry escaped her lips.
The anguish of that sound wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed. She was mine to protect, even in dreams.
Laying a hand against the side of her face, I caressed her skin, calling her away from the nightmare and back to me. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with terror. They darted over to me, fear turning into confusion.
“I’ve got you, beautiful.”
Relief washed over her gorgeous face at the sound of my voice. The pressure in my chest relented, and I leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She relaxed against the pillow, making no move to pull the covers over her body or draw away from me.
Her reaction felt dangerously like trust.
“Are you watching me sleep, creep?” she murmured sleepily.
“You were having a nightmare.” My protective impulse urged me to take her in my arms and lock her away. Instead I brushed hair from her face. “Does that happen often?”
“Isn’t one bad dream enough?” She rolled toward me, pushing her face against my palm.
She was avoiding the question…but why?
I had no right to push it further. Instead I slid an arm under her torso and drew her close. She curled into a ball, and we fell into a dark, dreamless sleep together.
She was gone when I awoke. A mixture of anger and panic rose in my chest, but I pushed it away. There was no reason to believe she had left—unless she’d finally figured out that she’d wandered into the wolf’s den. Unlocking my mobile, I checked the garage security cam. Her car was still parked there. I fell back against my pillow.
Belle Stuart was going to be a handful.
When she was naked and writhing for it, she’d do anything I asked. That much I knew. The rest of the time she was a wild card.
If only I was attracted to more predictable women.
Swinging my feet over the side of the bed, I spotted her dress wadded on the floor. That made me grin. She obviously hadn’t gone far. I tossed on a pair of boxer briefs and went on the hunt. When I found her, I’d show her what she missed by crawling out of bed early.
A quick search of the kitchen and living room yielded nothing. She hadn’t gone to the bedroom I showed her. I stopped and stared at the door across from hers.
There was no reason to check in there. I’d warned her about the consequences.
I finally found her gliding along the bottom of my pool.
Stark fucking naked.
I watched her move effortlessly, water rippling across her curves and her blonde hair billowing behind her. It wasn’t a terrible way to spend a Saturday morning.
When she pushed her upper body up and over the side, she shot me a wicked grin. I held out a towel.
“I’m not quite done here. Why don’t you join me?” She pushed onto her back, allowing her perfect tits to float to the surface. It was an enticing offer.
“I don’t swim,” I called out.
She giggled. “Then why do you have a pool?”
“So pretty girls will get naked and go for a dip.” I squatted closer to the edge so I could get a better view of the rest of her.
“Why don’t you come in and show me what you do to those girls?” she suggested, batting her eyelashes.
“Why don’t you come out?” I countered.
“Because I’m the one that’s naked.” She dove back under the water, giving me a view of her ass.
It was almost enough to convince me to jump in. Instead I stood my ground. When her head broke through the glassy surface of the water, I crooked my finger and beckoned her back to me. “I need room to achieve all the ways I’m going to fuck you.”
Her arms swept over the surface. “There’s plenty of room here.”
Fine. If that was how she wanted to play it. I turned and headed toward the door, dropping my shorts on the way out.
Belle was in the hall before the lift arrived. Water trailed over her body and her hair snaked down her neck, dripping wet. Her lips were purple, but she showed no other signs of being cold. She sashayed past me as the lift doors opened. “Going up?”
“I was thinking about going down.” Prowling in, I pounced on her, pushing her arms over her head. Her wet body sent droplets of water cascading down the mirrored surface. “Turn around, beautiful.”
She obliged, bending so that her ass became an unmistakable target. Christ, the things I was going to do to her. But for now I wanted to try something else. I knew it would elicit a reaction.
I stroked my palm over her perfectly round rear and then smacked it hard enough to leave the imprint of my hand. Five unmistakable red lines on her fair skin.
Belle yelped, but she didn’t pull away or turn around. She kept herself ready for whatever I decided to do to her next.
“I warned you to get out of the pool,” I said in a husky voice, stroking the mark I’d left on her ass cheek.
“You asked me to,” she purred.
“Never mistake my commands for a request, beautiful. Or there will be consequences.”
“What do you mean by—” Her question was cut short by a stinging slap to the other side. “Oh!”
“Starting to get the picture?” I asked in a rough voice. “I wanted to fuck you, and you played coy. This is what happens when you don’t listen.”
She curled up on the balls of her feet. I couldn’t tell if she was bracing for the next blow or hoping for it. I also didn’t care.
“Your body has been responding to me since the moment we met, begging me to tame it.” Hooking an arm around her, I wrenched her to me and pressed my cock against her stinging backside. “Do you want to be tamed?”
She mumbled something, her ability to speak reduced to unintelligible whimpers. I thrust my arm up her body and wrapped my hand around her neck. “Do you want to be tamed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good,” I murmured my approval in her ear as I pushed my knee against her bare sex. The moisture I felt there had nothing to do with the pool. “Did I make you wet when I spanked you?”
She bobbed her head as best she could with my fingers clenching her neck.
“I’ll teach you how to please me, beautiful, but for now, if you ask nicely, I’ll fuck you.” I pushed my dick harder into the fleshy mound of her rear.
“Please fuck me,” she choked out.
I waited. She knew what I wanted without me having to remind her. But she said nothing. Disappointing. I’d counted on her instinct to submit to me to kick in.
I felt the slide of her throat as she swallowed, and then she whispered, “Please fuck me, Sir.”
That was the missing piece. I wanted her to beg for it, and someday she would. For now a polite entreaty would do the trick. Reaching down, I grasped my cock in my free hand, guiding it to her sopping slit. “I don’t have a rubber.”
“Don’t care,” she gasped, widening her stance to give me better access.
The warm head of my cock skimmed along her slit as I coated myself with her arousal. “I received your medical report in the profile I ran on you. Clean and still on birth control despite your claims that you had sworn off men. If you have an objection to continuing without condoms, I would state it now.”
When she remained silent, I continued, “Why stay on the pill? Was it because you wanted to fuck me the first time we met?”
She sucked in a breath, unable to answer me. She had wanted me the first time we’d met. She’d told herself she wouldn’t let her guard down, but she hadn’t stopped taking her pills. She’d known all along that we would wind up here. It was inevitable. That a man like me could never be completely denied.
“I need to see this,” I groaned and released my hold on her. With both hands, I spread her cheeks open and watched as the tip of my dick breached her perfect cunt. The pink tissue stretched over it as I sank inside her. I pulled out slowly, marveling at how her sex rippled over my shaft. “I could do this all day. I love watching your greedy pussy take my cock.”
“Please,” she cried as I continued my slow assault.
My fingers slid to her hips as I rammed into her with quick, deep strokes. “I want to see my cum dripping from inside you.”
“Oh god,” she called in a strangled voice. “Fill me with it!”
It was a request I was more than happy to oblige. As the first hot spurt of my seed lashed inside her, she came. She tightened over me, her body beginning to shake from the force of her climax. The warm constriction of her pussy milked more, squeezing jet after jet and draining me entirely.
We collapsed together against the wall of the lift, my dick still pulsing within her.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. Withdrawing slowly, I watched as cream dripped from her quivering cunt. “You’re so lovely with my cum leaking from you.”
Belle didn’t move or speak. She simply stayed smashed against the wall until I drew her away from it on wobbly legs.
“Can you feel it?” I asked.
I wanted her to tell me that she loved it—that she was every bit as filthy and lewd as I’d hoped she would be. She nodded, a numb expression frozen on her face.
“It’s hot,” she whispered.
“Touch it.”
She slid a trembling hand down, parting her folds with her fingers.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I coaxed, placing my hand over hers and smearing the thick liquid across her swollen sex.
Her head fell back as I helped her caress her overwhelmed pussy.
“I want to watch you come again,” I growled, adding pressure to her hand.
She bit her lip as her hips began to buck against our fingers.
“Let go!” I demanded.
A guttural cry ripped from her chest as she exploded. When the tremors started to fade, she fell silent, her mouth still opened in a perfect O. Angling down, I took a kiss and then another until I felt myself begin to stiffen again.
“Are you ready for me to show you now?” I asked again. “Are you ready to be tamed and at my mercy? I assure you that you’ll enjoy every moment.”
She brushed her mouth against mine, then bit into my lower lip, tugging it gently between her teeth. “I’m ready to please you.”
I crushed myself against her as I felt for the control panel. I didn’t care where the lift took us.
I was only ready to begin.
Belle crawled across the bed and dropped onto the mussed-up sheets. Before last night, it had been a long time since I took a woman to my bed. I’d preferred hotels simply for the sake of discouraging any unwanted attachments. Belle looked like she belonged here, as though she already owned the place. That should bother me more than it did.
Crossing to my closet, I opened a small box that had been left undisturbed for years. I knew exactly what I needed from it.
I returned to the bedroom, holding it in my hand. She raised a curious eyebrow when she saw the long red feather attached to a leather wrapped wand. I’d always appreciated the juxtaposition. With one end I could provide a woman’s flesh with the faintest hint of pleasure, with the other I could turn her backside red. I could only hope Belle would appreciate both sides it had to offer.
“Roll over on your belly,” I instructed as I took a seat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed a pillow and wedged it under her head. She watched me as I caressed the silky plume with my fingers. “Do you understand what I mean when I say submission?”
“I have an idea,” she said dryly.
“You’ve been submitting to me since last night,” I explained. “What went through your mind when I told you to bend over or when I instructed you to fuck my car?”
“I wanted to please you,” she whispered. Her breathing came in short, shallow pants now. She wanted it as much as I wanted to give it to her.
“Submission is about control. My control over your body. I enjoy possessing you nearly as much as I enjoy giving you pleasure. Have I given you pleasure?”
She nodded, the cheek pressed against the downy pillow growing pink.
“Now for some people it’s about pain,” I explained, smacking the leather end against my hand.
“Is that what it’s about for you?” There was fear in her voice now.
I brushed a reassuring finger down her cheek. “For me, it’s about pleasure. There is a fine line that exists between the two. When I spanked you in the elevator, it made you wet. Why?”
“It excited me.” The fear had been replaced by embarrassment, and she hid her face.
“Don’t do that,” I ordered. “Look at me. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel alive. You were excited because of how it made you feel.”
“Free,” she said.
“And owned at the same time. When people say opposites attract, I think they’re really talking about sex. When you give control over to someone else, it allows you a freedom to experience total bliss. If I strike you with this end, it will sting. The other end will soothe. By combining the two opposites, the sensations overcome you. They liberate you so that all your body can understand is pleasure.” I drew the feather along the curve of her spine, watching as her body tensed from the sensation. “Last night I warned you that once I took you, I would claim all of you. Do you still consent to giving yourself—your body, your power—over to me?”
For the moment I would continue to ask until I was positive I had her trained.
She licked her lips before replying softly. “Yes.”
“Taming you isn’t about changing you. It’s about teaching your body to restrain itself until I command it otherwise. Only I can free you, and you can only be freed by allowing me that control.” The tip of the feather tickled across her still glowing backside. “Right now you want to respond to this. Push it away or beg for more. I decide when it stops, just as I decide when there will be more.”
I shifted farther onto the bed until I was kneeling beside her. “Get up on all fours.”
She pushed up on her hands and knees as I stroked her back with my hand.
“I haven’t told you how perfect your body is–smooth and soft. I pictured what you looked like naked the first time I saw you, but my imagination failed me. The reality is so much sweeter.” I took the feather and placed it against her bare shoulder. “You’ll feel this moving over you, but you aren’t to budge. Can you do that? Simply respond ‘yes, sir’ when I ask a question, unless you want me to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured. Her hips wriggled a little as she spoke, but I stopped them with a quick smack.
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�Don’t move. I’m training you now, showing you how to be tame so that you can please me. That’s what you wish to do, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered more quickly.
Trailing the feather along her shoulders and up the back of her neck, I watched for a sign of movement. When she stayed still, I continued, drawing it lower until it caressed between her shoulder blades. I ran it down the curve of her spine, pleased to see she could control herself.
“I want you to open your legs for me.” I moved the feather lower until it brushed her ass. Belle pushed her knees to the side. “Wider.”
Her sex was swollen from our recent lovemaking, still engorged with desire. I placed the plume against it, running it quickly back and forth until I was positive she could feel the delicate fibers through the sensations crowding through her body. Belle’s thighs began to shake, but she held herself motionless.
“Right now, you want more. I decide when you’ll have it. I decide when you’ll orgasm. Do you want to come now?” I asked, continuing my gentle assault of her pussy.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned. I could hear the strain in her voice.
“Not yet. There’s so many things I want to show you,” I told her in a soothing voice. “How good it will feel to crawl to me and ask for my cock. How well I’ll treat you when your body obeys me. Sometimes though, I’ll want to take you to the edge. Right now, it must feel like torture, having this soft feather whispering promises on your skin, but if I do this”—I flipped it over in my palm and smacked the leather end across her folds—“it makes you want it even more.”
I continued to do this, brushing the soft tip over her fevered flesh and then slapping the other end roughly until her mound had plumped even more. A trickle of arousal seeped through her seam, but she remained in place.
“You’re learning your lesson well. I am very pleased with you.” Bending down, I traced my tongue along her wet slit. I could feel her fighting to remain still, and I pulled back. “I wanted a taste, beautiful. I know it’s hard. I don’t expect you to learn it all at once.”
Dropping the feather tickler on the bed, I scooped her up and turned her into me. Her legs spread, but she stopped herself before she slid onto my cock.