Detention

by Stephanie Williams

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Let’s see how close I can get you to coming.” He inserted another digit, going in and out of her faster and faster.

  “Oh, Brett, yes. Faster, please!”

  “You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  At that point, he removed his fingers from her tight channel.

  “Please, why did you stop?”

  He offered her his cell phone. “Call Tim. Now.”

  “Brett! No!” She was on the verge of sheer panic.

  “Dial his number and tell him anything you want, as long as the final outcome is that it’s over between you.”

  “Brett.” She reached for him, but he pulled away. “Don’t leave me like this!”

  He forcefully placed the phone in her hand. “On your knees and call him, then maybe I’ll finish where I left off.”

  “I can’t talk to him like this. I can’t talk to anyone like this!” She was just short of screaming at the top of her lungs.

  “On your knees.” He pointed to the floor.

  Whimpering, she did what she was told. He wasn’t going to budge on this one, so she began dialing with trembling hands.

  Brett stood behind her. He leaned over her to caress and massage her breasts. “Talk normally,” he whispered in her ear.

  ***

  Mia swallowed. “Hello, Tim?” Brett pinched her nipples. Oh God, this was torture.

  “Hey Mia, I just called you. Where are you? I thought maybe we could catch a movie.”

  “Um…I…don’t…think….” Mia removed the phone from her mouth as she let out a gasp. Brett was on his knees behind her, and his strong hands did things to her body that were probably illegal in some states. “Brett, please,” she said as low as possible.

  “Do you want me to take the phone and finish the conversation?” he whispered.

  Mia closed her eyes and tried to refocus. “Tim….”

  “Are you okay, babe?”

  No, there is a man playing with my pussy as I’m talking to you, and it feels fantastic! Brett’s fingers were on her clit. They circled it as he kissed and licked her neck and shoulders. “I think I’m coming down with something. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something, so I’m glad I caught up with you.”

  “What is it?”

  Brett picked up the pace, putting Mia on the verge of a mind-blowing climax.

  Please don’t let me come while on the phone with this man, because Brett’s name will be the only thing on my lips!

  Mia bit down on her lip as Brett pushed his fingers deeper inside her. “Tim,” she squeaked loudly. “What do you think about settling down and starting a family?” Whew! She got that out in one breath.

  An uncomfortable silence filled the other end of the phone. “Mia, you mentioned you didn’t feel too well, so I’m going to let you get some rest. I’ll call you later.” Tim disconnected.

  Mia dropped the phone and fell onto her hands and knees. Brett took her by the waist and placed her on her back. He spread her legs wide and pushed his tongue deep inside her.

  “Brett!” Mia nearly came up off the floor as her orgasm had her head spinning. She had never seen stars before, but she could have sworn she was seeing a galaxy of them. She lay there panting, her eyes closed, waiting for her body and soul to return to Earth.

  Brett took her by the wrists and pulled her into a sitting position, facing him. “See what happens when you get smart with your Master?”

  She nodded, still in a daze. Then the realization of Tim’s reaction hit her.

  Brett stared at her, trying to read her face. She turned away, eager to focus on something else—anything else.

  He gently took her chin and made her look at him, his expression somber.

  “He’s a fool for not even considering your proposal.”

  Chapter Ten

  Brett watched Mia dress. She was still a bit unnerved from her first experience with him. He could tell she was troubled. That upset him. More than anything, he wanted her to feel comfortable with him, to feel safe. Was it so horrible to submit to someone you cared for?

  Brett paused. Did Mia care for him? He knew attraction, and when he first walked into her office, he saw it in her eyes and body language. But did that translate into caring? How many countless women had he lusted after without feeling anything more?

  “Damn!”

  Brett shook his head. He had never heard Mia lose her temper, let alone curse. She seemed to be having trouble fastening her blouse, so he went to help her.

  “Here, let me get that.” Brett pushed her hands away and unbuttoned her crooked blouse.

  “A Dom—is that what you call it?—dressing a sub? Isn’t that a bit out of character?” Mia asked.

  “Not a bit,” he said, buttoning her blouse correctly. “If you weren’t in such a hurry to get out of here, I would bathe you. I like my subs clean and smelling pretty.”

  Her expression spoke volumes. “Would you like me to bathe you, Mia?” He tucked her blouse into her pants, never taking his eyes off hers.

  “I’m not in a rush to leave.”

  “Really? You jumped off the floor so fast, I thought there was fire.”

  “I was just a little upset about Tim.”

  “Why? Because the idiot let go of a good thing? Or are you afraid you won’t have someone to go back to if this doesn’t work out?” He took her belt and began putting it through the loops of her pants.

  “Brett, you have to admit that this is not normal.”

  “What’s your definition of normal? Me bringing you flowers? Taking you to dinner? Calling you at night, having long conversations about our day? Or here’s a good one,” Brett said sarcastically. “Serving you breakfast in bed after an hour of sex—in the missionary position, of course.”

  Mia slapped his hand away and shook her head. “Brett, you are impossible.”

  “No, I’m honest, which is more than I can say for someone else in this room.”

  Mia turned toward him, anger etched in her face. Good. Maybe if she loses her cool completely, we can get somewhere.

  “You and I both know that a relationship between us is fragile at best. Go throw in a little kink, and it’s virtually on the edge of unraveling completely.”

  Laughing, Brett sat on the stool in front of her. “Mia, do you know how many people are doing kinky things behind closed doors? You think this is unusual? Let me show you some things that would put your hair back in a bun.” He started to get up. “By the way, you are not allowed to wear your hair that way in my presence ever again.”

  Mia opened her mouth to speak, but quickly thought better of it.

  Brett went to his desk. “Come here,” he said, reaching in a drawer for a photo album.

  Mia moved to stand beside him.

  “I’m going to show you some photos from a fetish mag.”

  “Porno, you mean,” Mia said, crossing her arms.

  “No. Fetish. Have you ever read or looked at erotica?” Brett looked down at her. Her gaze was fixed on the cover. It was a picture of a woman in the throes of ecstasy, as a man stood over her with a whip in one hand and pushed a vibrator into her pussy with the other.

  There was a brief pause, and she looked back up him, cheeks flushed. “I’ve seen it. I don’t buy it, if that’s what you mean.”

  “I find that interesting.”

  “Why? You do realize that men, being visual creatures, need that stuff. Women can take it or leave it.”

  “Please, spare me.” Brett snorted. He opened the album and turned to a specific page. “Look at this.”

  She picked up the book and looked closely. “Oh!” She dropped it on the desk and backed away as though it had bitten her.

  In the graphic picture, a woman was tied to a bed, a man in leather having his way with her. She was spread-eagle, each leg and arm shackled to the bedpost with chains, and the man was pumping into her. Even with the gag in her mouth, there was a look of
pure pleasure on the woman’s face.

  “This disturbs you?” Brett asked.

  “It’s just…it seems like it goes against everything I was taught about being respectable.”

  Brett leaned against the desk and smiled at her. Hadn’t they just engaged in something similar? And hadn’t Mia soaked his fingers and tongue in the process?

  “You know Mrs. Greta Owens?” Brett closed the magazine.

  Mia thought a moment. “Yes, she’s head of the Ladies in Waiting. It’s one of the oldest clubs in the Cincinnati area.”

  “Well, I can tell you some stories about her.”

  Mia waved her hand at him in an attempt to dismiss his statement. “You mean…?” She pointed to the album.

  Brett nodded. “A lot of ‘ladies’ engage in a lot of unladylike activities.” I should know; I’ve had plenty of them, including Mrs. Owens.

  “It just seems so degrading,” Mia continued.

  “Was it degrading to you a few moments ago? You came pretty hard.”

  Mia’s face went up in flames. Brett laughed. “That color of red against your beautiful skin is very flattering.” He kissed her gently on the cheek.

  “My body was only responding—”

  “To what it liked.” He kissed her forehead. “To what it wanted.” He kissed her eyelids. “To what it needed”. He kissed her lips. “Why are you so afraid?”

  “I’ve never engaged in anything like this, you have. I’ve only fantasi—” She tried to cover her mouth. “I mean, I—”

  “Too late, my dear. You told me that your ex couldn’t satisfy you, and I know this Tim is not doing the job either. Did you ever actually ask to be tied up or anything like this?”

  Mia bowed her head, her gaze made its way to the album. “I just asked for him to be more assertive in the bedroom.” She continued flipping through the pages of the magazine. “I don’t know how to act or what to say.”

  “Well, no wonder you didn’t get your needs met. And I can lay you odds he didn’t know you meant this”—he waved his hand over the magazine—“but you knew what you meant.” He leaned over and kissed her eyelids. “Most things just comenaturally. I’ll teach you the rest, but you have to trust me, and more importantly, trust yourself.” Brett brought Mia closer to him and began massaging the small of her back. “I would never force you to do anything that you don’t want to do, but you just admitted to me that you’ve fantasized about this. So why not indulge in your desires?”

  “You said that you’ll still want me, even after all of this.” Mia’s voice was shaky, and her gaze remained cast downward.

  “I know I’ll want you afterwards.” Brett began kissing her again. She relaxed in his arms, finally putting her arms around him.

  “Stay with me tonight, Mia,” he said against her lips. “I need you near me.” Brett buried his face in her hair, and he inhaled deeply. She smelled so sweet. He wanted…no, he needed her. He didn’t want her to go home now. He’d waited too long for this.

  “Okay, I’ll stay a little longer,” Mia said, gently pulling away.

  Brett relaxed, as though the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He would do everything in his power tonight to get inside her. He would break the rules a bit. Intercourse was supposed to be the last thing after complete submission, but it couldn’t be helped—he was suffering. “Good. Take off your clothes while I run your bath.

  ***

  Mia watched Brett enter yet another room. This place is like an apartment itself. She walked toward the door at the far end of the room. A partition separated the entry from the rest of the area, then steps led to another entrance. She was about to go in when Brett gripped her wrist. “You scared me!”

  He grabbed her and brought her to an ottoman. He pushed her down gently and stood over her. “You are not to go in there!” He pointed.

  “Why?”

  He raised an eyebrow, which said more than words.

  “Sorry.”

  “Now we’re learning. Strip down.”

  Mia did so and again stood naked before him. The look in Brett’s eyes left no room for negotiating. Trust him. He said I have to trust him.

  Brett stroked her, starting with her neck and working his way down, leaving no body part untouched. His touch felt like paradise.

  Mia melted at his touch as he moved back to her thighs. He sank to his knees, kissing and caressing her legs. His hands were strong, gentle, and slightly calloused, but they felt dreamy on her skin. She knew where they were going next, and she prepared herself for it.

  “Relax, baby,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

  He parted her outer lips and stroked her clit in one smooth motion.

  Mia bucked, and Brett pushed her back on the chaise. “Easy there. I don’t want you to come yet.”

  “I can’t help it,” Mia said, she heard herself quivering, as she was already near the edge.

  “Lesson Three: you’ll come when I give you permission,” he said calmly, still rubbing her.

  “That’s impossible…oh!” Mia grabbed Brett’s hair and clung to it. “Brett, please!”

  “No.” He stood up and helped her to her feet. “Come on, your bath is ready.”

  “But—”

  He threw her a look, again no room for argument.

  They reached the bathroom. Mia was excited. She’d secretly wanted to get into that whirlpool tub since he’d shown it to her. Something made her look up, and she saw a beautiful mosaic that looked like the setting sun. “It looks like the Sistine Chapel.”

  “That’s the look I was going for,” Brett said. “Now get in the tub. The water’s perfect.”

  He held onto her as she stepped in. The water was just right. She leaned against the cushion he placed at her back just as she sat down. She went limp and closed her eyes.

  “What scent do you like?”

  “Huh?” Mia opened her eyes and saw him standing over her with a tray of oils and other bathing paraphernalia.

  He repeated the question, placing the tray on the edge of the tub.

  “I love French vanilla,” Mia said, looking over the bottles of gels, lotions, and bath salts. “You didn’t forget?”

  “About what?”

  “Brett, please. Why won’t you let me come?”

  “You’ve been a bad girl.”

  “How?”

  Brett poured bath gel on the sponge. “You ask too many questions. The only words that should come out of your mouth from now on are ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  “Yes, Sir? You’ve got to be kidding! I want to talk to you about that.” As long as God made little green apples, there was no way in hell she was calling him Sir. He was younger than she was! He should be addressing her more formally, if anything. Mia fumed silently in the tub.

  “There’s no debating this. It’s part of the Dom/sub relationship.”

  She huffed and slid further down in the tub. “Fine.”

  Brett smiled. “Sit back up.”

  She did, and he began scrubbing her back. “Feel good?”

  “Yes,” Mia purred.

  He stopped.

  Mia’s eyes popped open, and she turned to face him. “Why did you stop?”

  “Yes, what?” Brett held the sponge up, lather running down his arm. His mouth formed a straight line, his jaw visibly tight, and eyes narrowed. His face held no hint of a smile. Mia didn’t know whether to run or ask her question again.

  She didn’t want to say it. She couldn’t. Sir? Just the thought made the hair on the back her neck rise.

  She reached for the towel at the end of the tub. Again Brett was much faster.

  “Brett!”

  “Say it.”

  “You know I could just get up and leave.”

  “Go ahead. No one is stopping you.” His expression didn’t change, and for what seemed like an eternity, they both stared each other down.

  Mia flopped back down in the tub, splashing water on the floor, and folded her arms over her breasts. “Yes, Sir!�
�� she said defiantly. She didn’t want to give in on this one.

  He thought a moment; she could see the wheels turning. “Sir. I really like that coming from you. It gives me a sense of authority over you, for once. Lucky for you, otherwise I would snatch you out of this tub and spank you.”

  He proceeded to scrub her back again. Mia tried not to enjoy it, but he was so skillful with the sponge and towel, she found herself hard-pressed to do otherwise. When he began applying the oil and massaging her body, she went limp again.

  “Lift your right leg.”

  She did, and he applied more oil from her foot to her thigh. He rubbed her flesh with such expertise; she wondered how many women had received this treatment from him. A sudden tinge of jealously reared its ugly head. Mia sank deeper in the tub. She would deal with that later.

  After her bath, Brett dried her with the fluffiest towel she had ever felt. And the way he toweled her off was borderline pornographic. Ironically, she got wet from being dried off.

  “Please stop.” She took his hand and held it away from her body.

  “Mia.”

  “No, you won’t let me come when I want to, and you’re getting me excited again.”

  His smile was wicked and unmerciful. “Now, Mia, how could drying you get you off?” he crooned innocently.

  “You know how!” Immediately, she regretted her tone of voice.

  He threw the towel on the floor and pointed to the chaise. “Go sit down.”

  She was about to ask for the towel, but figured there would be no point. She did as she was told and ignored the fact that she was the only one naked—again.

  “You look so prim and proper sitting there,” he said, his voice seductively smooth. He caressed her face, tracing her features with his fingertips. “Stay right here.”

  Where would she go? She noticed that her clothes were missing.

  She looked around the room again. How many women had he brought down here? He’d been in town for only a few weeks, so more than likely, she was the only one. She hoped she was the only one. She took a chance, got up, and walked around the place again.

  The walls were lined in leather and curtained with velvet. The bed linens were creamy satin. He seemed to have paid very close attention to textile choices. Everything felt sinful to the touch. She put one of the drapes to her cheek. Pure decadence.