Detention

by Stephanie Williams

  Mia tried to relax. His touch, his words, everything that was Brett attacked her senses. What would it be like to have him inside her, to have him touch her in ways she’d tried to express to Ralph, and dared not ask Tim, especially after the way her husband had responded? After that, she’d figured what was the point, and she hadn’t want to be judged. So she had settled for vanilla sex and denied herself what she truly wanted.

  Brett has my number.

  Mia shook her head, trying hard to refocus. She cast her eyes down and began reading the rules Brett had given her.

  Rule #1. The art of BDSM will only be practiced by two consenting adults—Brett Wyndam and Mia Bradford—during after-school hours and on weekends.

  Rule #2. No harm, mental or physical, will come to either party.

  Rule #3. No humiliation.

  Rule #4. A safe word will be chosen and agreed upon between the two parties. This will be used if either person feels the other is going too far.

  Rule #5. Sub will wear whatever the Dom wants her to wear.

  Rule #6. Both parties will remain exclusive to each other.

  Mia looked up at Brett, who stood beside her. She could tell he was waiting for her response. “Rule number six. What exactly do you mean?

  “You’re kidding, right?” His eyebrows scrunched severely. “You have more degrees than the halls of Princeton, and you are perplexed about this rule? Or is it that you’re afraid of what it implies?”

  Mia sighed and heavily sat on a stool. “You want me to give up Tim, don’t you?”

  Brett calmly held his cell phone out to her. “Call him and tell him it’s over between the two of you.”

  ***

  Brett saw the pain on Mia’s face, but this had to be done. There was no way in hell he would allow another man to touch her, let alone sleep with her. She was going to be his.

  Besides, he was still reeling from that last revelation. She’d been married. He should have expected as much, and upon reflection, the fact of her marriage didn’t surprise him. Any man would love to have Mia as his bride. The truly shocking fact was the reason for its demise.

  Her desire to be dominated was so strong that her spouse couldn’t fulfill it, that she’d left him. Wow.

  So how about this new man? Did she express her feelings? More than likely not. That would explain her behavior around him lately. She was scared, but not because she didn’t want him. It was because she did and realized that he could give her what two other men couldn’t.

  Of course, knowing Mia, if she agreed to be his sex slave—and that was still up in the air at this point—she wouldn’t date two men at the same time anyway, so her dumping her latest shouldn’t be such a hardship.

  “Brett, do you want me to do this for the duration of our…our….”

  “Sex time.” Brett laughed when he saw the confusion on her face. “Would it surprise you if I said that after I’ve brought you to complete submission, you can go on your merry way?”

  “Well….”

  “Or would you rather I say I’d want you even after that?”

  “I’m not sure, Brett.” She shook her head. “This is too new and too bizarre for words.”

  “That’s an honest enough response, so I’ll be honest with you. I want you to be my sub forever. This isn’t a little experiment.”

  “That’s not possible.” Mia stood and pushed Brett’s hand away.

  “Don’t tell me you find Tim more exciting than me,” Brett said in a mocking tone with his hand to his chest.

  “No, it’s that he’s—”

  “Safe?”

  “Well, he isn’t some reckless teenager!”

  “Neither am I!” Brett grabbed Mia by the shoulders and pulled her body against his. “I’m a grown man, not that boy in your office, cleaning your dry boards. I’ve seen and done a lot of things since I graduated. Some of which I’m very proud of and have no regrets about. Others would make your hair turn white.” He kissed her hard, then released her. “The bottom line is I know who I am and what I want out of life. Why can’t you verbalize your needs to me? I’m not your ex, and I’m not this Tim. Are you going to continue to go through life denying yourself because of what society deems as ‘proper’ behavior?”

  He kissed her again and began stroking every part of her body, starting with her ass. He caressed her breasts, and she uttered the softest sigh his ears had ever heard. He could take her at this moment, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to make her beg for it. Make her suffer sweetly.

  It took all the strength he had to draw away from her. She flopped down on the stool, rubbing her lips, then her chest. Remembering she wasn’t alone in the room, she stopped herself.

  “Could either of them make you touch yourself like that?” Brett didn’t mean to toss that in her face, but he had to break down her defenses, not just for himself, but for her. Didn’t she realize that once she let go, it would be nothing but pleasure for her?

  She turned her head, unable to face him.

  “Have you decided?”

  He stepped over to her and got on his knees. He put his hands on her lap and spread her legs with one jerk. “Has either one of your men ever been between your legs?”

  “Brett, please!”

  Her voice took on a husky tremor that he liked very much. He smiled, rubbing her inner thigh. “Don’t worry, Mia,” he said, getting back up. “Being on my knees is not a position I’m used to. If either of us is going to be on all fours, it’s you.”

  Her cheeks took on a beautiful blush.

  “That will never happen,” Mia said, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

  Brett knew he was getting to her. He was turning her on, and it was just a matter of time. He needed to have patience. He didn’t want to rush her and scare her off. “Oh, it will happen. Not in the first few days, but as things progress. I will have you on your knees and those beautiful, full ruby lips around my—”

  “I don’t have to listen to this!” Mia stood and stormed toward the exit.

  “No, you don’t, and you don’t have to agree to anything,” Brett said, solemn for the first time. “But I think when two people want each other like we do, they shouldn’t deny each other.”

  She turned to him, but she didn’t look at him.

  “Mia, let me show you things you’ve only dreamt about. Things you’re too afraid to admit to anyone. Things I wanted to show you eight years ago but was too afraid.”

  “It could never—”

  “How do we know unless we try?”

  “I’m scared.”

  Brett went to her and stroked her face. He kissed her eyelids. “Me, too.”

  “How am I going to break it off with Tim? He’s a good man, Brett.”

  “And probably as exciting as a toothpick.” Brett leaned back against the door. “Don’t say any more. Either you call him, or I will.”

  “I can’t let you do that.”

  “Fine, then think fast. I want to start training you”

  ***

  Mia took the phone. She didn’t want to do this. Not because she didn’t want to be with Brett. On the contrary, she was eager and excited. Finally she was going to experience what she’d always desired. How ironic it was coming from a man so young—and a former student, even though she technically never taught him.

  But Tim deserved better than being kicked to the curb by cell phone.

  Standing there, she finally thought of something. Tim was a decent man, but he had one thing in common with all men: he was commitment-phobic. “Okay, I know what I’ll say.”

  “Good.” Brett pushed himself off the door. “But before you dial that phone….”

  He crossed the room to another door in the corner. He returned, whistling and holding something behind his back. “I think we will begin your training.”

  “Let me call Tim first.” She started to press the digits, when Brett grabbed her wrist.

  “Lesson One,” Brett said sternly. “You will not question me, a
nd you will do my bidding. Starting with this.”

  From behind his back, he handed her what looked like leather straps.

  Mia took the thing and was able to hold it up with one finger and twist it back and forth. “What the hell is this?”

  “It’s your calling-my-boyfriend-and-breaking-it-off outfit.”

  “Outfit? This is clothing?” Mia put the cell phone down and picked up the garment with both hands. She still couldn’t make it out as a body covering.

  “It’s a cut-out leather teddy,” Brett said, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

  “I’m supposed to wear this? How?”

  “It goes on like a regular teddy. Put it on.” Brett didn’t budge from his spot. He glared at her.

  Mia looked around the room and behind him.

  “What are you doing?” Brett huffed impatiently.

  “I’m looking for a place to change.”

  “I really need to break you from this prim and proper façade. You will change in front of me,” he said, pointing to the area two feet from him. “There.”

  Mia opened her mouth, but no words came out.

  “After you’ve changed, you will call Tim. On your knees.”

  Again, Mia couldn’t speak.

  “There are some things I want to do to you while you’re talking to him. Starting with this!” He snatched the pin from her hair, along with the rest of the clips. Her thick curls fell gracefully down her shoulders and back. “That’s better. I have plans for that hair.”

  Mia squeaked as he touched her neck.

  “Now, take off your clothes, and let’s begin.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mia took an audible gulp and proceeded to undress. She was going to get freaky with a younger man. And of all men, Brett Wyndam. But at what cost? She never would have guessed he was into anything this kinky. Then again, this was Brett Wyndam, and anything he did that seemed against societal norms shouldn’t have surprised her.

  She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse as she watched Brett stare at her. His gaze was dark, and the way he licked his bottom lip nearly made her jump out of her skin. She began to shrug off her blouse when Brett stepped forward and stopped her. He reached out, and he began fingering her décolletage.

  “Mia, you’re a living goddess,” he purred in her ear. He started kissing her shoulders.

  “Thank you.” Okay, Mia, stop sounding like some scared teenaged virgin in the back seat of Daddy’s car. This is every older woman’s fantasy, and you’re living it.

  “By the way, you will call me Sir or Mister Wyndam.” He backed away and pointed to her pants. “Hurry up. I want to see all of you.”

  “Sir or Mist—”

  His brow shot up, and the look he gave her left no room for argument. She decided to approach the topic later.

  Mia threw her blouse on the floor, then unzipped her pants, holding Brett’s gaze. His eyes burned with lust. It made her feel sexy, feminine—and scared. He looked like he wanted to eat her up, right there on the spot.

  Her pants bunched around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She stood in her underwear, but she might as well have been naked. She had never felt so vulnerable.

  “Your clothes don’t do your body justice. It looks like you got them from Librarians ’R Us.”

  Mia laughed in spite of herself. “Brett, I go to school to teach, not to make a fashion statement.”

  “I guess I should be happy. If you showed your body off, more boys would probably want to stay after school.” He winked. “I’ve never wanted to share you with another man, and never will.” He looped his finger in her bra strap and pulled it over her shoulder. “Let’s finish.”

  “Brett, I—”

  He cut her off with a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss that went straight to her toenails. Dizzy, she grabbed Brett by his shoulders. They were hard, strong, and muscular. With his tongue searching every crevice of her mouth and her body pressed against his, their difference in age, race, or any other socially unacceptable pairing didn’t matter anymore.

  Brett stopped kissing her, and his breathing broke the dead quiet of the room. “Don’t be scared, Mia,” he whispered. “I won’t do anything to hurt you. The main principle of BDSM is trust. We have to trust each other, understand?”

  She nodded, stepped back a bit, and continued undressing. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. When the straps were at her sides, she paused. After this, there is no turning back. She removed her bra, and Brett reached for it.

  “I’ll take that.” He gently took the garment and rubbed it against his cheek. With his eyes closed, he savored every square inch of the silken material. “You have beautiful underthings, but I think you should start wearing leather underwear. Much sexier. They have these loops for a chain where I can lead you around.”

  She was about to say something, but he put his hands on her belly and inched his hand down to her panties. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to get in here,” he purred.

  Mia put her hand over his as his fingers inched farther down her belly. “Brett, slow down.” Please touch me, please!

  “Lesson Two: The Dom is the only one who gives orders.”

  “It’s too soon.” But how I need it!

  Brett eased his hand out and walked over to the lounge. He sat and put his head in his hands and sighed. “Mia, the mere fact that you’re in my basement and half-naked tells me that you are willing to give this relationship a chance. Why the phony modesty?”

  “Phony? Look, this is so strange to me. It’s nothing like—”

  “You imagined,” Brett finished with a cheesy grin. “You’ve already all but confessed that you thought of being dominated by a man.”

  Her voice came out barely a whisper. “I’ve had thoughts, but not to this extreme.”

  Brett had to laugh. “Mia, Mia, Mia,” he said, shaking his head as he got up and came toward her. “There’s so much I need to teach you.”

  “I just think that touching me that intimately so early in this relationship is inappropriate.” And I’ll probably scream like a crazed idiot.

  “I got news for you. If I really wanted to, I would have you on your back, spread-eagle, arms tied over your head, and I would be licking your pussy until the sun rises.” Brett waited until that revelation sank in and the blush left her face before he continued. “Now, take off those cute little panties and put on the teddy. You have a call to make.”

  ***

  Brett turned away while she got out of her undies. It was all he could do to keep from acting on his threat. The passion that flared in her eyes, not to mention the heat that rose on her cheeks, told him everything. She would have been more than happy if he made good on his threat, but first things first.

  He needed to break her, wanted her to ask for it, beg for it. But she was not going to give him the satisfaction. She was going to make him work for it.

  He turned back to look at her and wished he hadn’t.

  God! She was stunning. He wished he were artistic, because with her as his model, he could have sculpted the world another Venus. Her body was so inviting, not like the rock-hard, over-exercised girls running around hyped up on the latest sports drink. Mia was soft, voluptuous, and sensual. She had a body made for hours of lovemaking.

  Brett got so hard, he was nearly in tears. “Wait before you put that on,” he said as he ran to the closet. He shut the door behind him and unzipped his pants. Sighing in relief, he freed his hard, swollen cock from its confines.

  This wasn’t going quite according to plan. He was supposed to make her suffer, to make her want, and it was the other way around. But he’d never lost control in the past, and he wasn’t about to tonight, especially this early in the game.

  He refocused, zipped his pants up, and found the item he wanted. He returned to the room, back in control.

  Mia was still standing there, still gloriously naked, with the teddy in her hand.

  “Okay, put
it on.”

  She studied the piece again and put it on. Surprisingly, she put it on correctly the first try without his help. Even the most experienced woman got a little tangled up in it. Mia was full of surprises.

  “That looks wonderful,” he said, going to her.

  Her full, chocolate breasts were exposed, as well as her crotch and rear. The man who invented this needed to win the Nobel Prize, Brett mused to himself. She was even sexier with the teddy on than if she had been stark naked.

  “Turn around for me.”

  Grimacing slightly, she obeyed.

  “Perfect, except for one little item.”

  “A robe,” she stated defiantly.

  “Watch your tone with me, Mia. I don’t want to punish you this early.” He stepped back and took another good look at her, then handed her the finishing touch.

  “What’s that?” Her eyes narrowed.

  It was going to be fun bringing her to submission. Hard, but fun. “It’s a collar,” he said, stating the obvious but trying to look serious, because Mia’s expression was hilarious.

  “I am not putting on a dog collar.” Mia crossed her arms over her bare breasts and looked straight at him.

  She was actually challenging him. It was time to show her how this game was actually played. “Very well.” He placed the collar on the stool and grabbed her.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  Brett turned her around so her back was against his chest. He began slowly fondling her breasts, moving on to her stomach until he was at the edge of his final destination.

  “No.” Her voice breathy, she squirmed under his touch.

  He continued his assault. He found the magic spot, inserted his finger and rubbed her hard, slick clit. She bucked, almost making him lose his balance.

  “Brett!” She reached for his hand, but he stopped her, slapping it away.

  “You cannot touch yourself unless I say so.”

  “But I need to come, now!” Her head tossed back and forth.

  “You’ll come when I say you can. Put your hands to your sides.” Once she had done so, he continued. “Mia, you are so wet. I love a woman who is wet for me. This is for me, isn’t it?”