Brett gently pushed her down by the shoulders. He looked at her, his brow quirked. “Mia, I’m flattered. I would have been more so if you had done this in front of Tracy earlier this morning.”
“Oh.”
“Is that all you have to say?”
“I’m sorry, Brett. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this.”
“Hmm. There are a lot of things that need fixing with this relationship. By tonight I hope to at least get past the basics.”
“Me, too. I don’t like feeling that I should hide our relationship.”
“Then why do you?”
She looked at the mixture of pain and disappointment on his face. She sighed and walked past him out to the car.
“Mia.” Brett took her arm. “I told you, I’m scared, too. Just work with me, okay?” He gave a small chuckle.
“Okay.”
They headed for the limo where Hunter greeted them. “Ms. Bradford.” He bowed and motioned for her to step in. “Sir.” Brett followed, and Hunter shut the door.
“What’s in the bag?” Brett asked as he leaned over to get a sneak peak. She quickly moved the bag to the other side of her and placed her purse on it.
“A surprise,” she said coyly.
“Mmm, I like surprises. In fact, I have a few of them for you back home,” he said, wiggling his brows. He scooted closer to her as the cabin phone rang.
Hunter has strange timing, Mia thought.
“Yeah!” Brett yelled into the phone. “What?” He looked at Mia, who shrugged. “Okay, better now than when we get to the house. Here.” Brett handed her the phone with an annoyed look on his face.
Mia took it, looking at him. She placed her hand over the receiver, mouthing, “What does he want?”
“He wants to ask you something,” Brett said.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Bradford, might I trouble you for a moment?”
“Uh….” Brett waved his hand trying to tell her to move it along. “Yes, go ahead.”
“Your friend Tracy, is she available—and looking?”
Mia turned to Brett. “He’s asking about Tracy.”
“I know,” Brett said with a smirk.”
“You…? Well, I’m glad you let me in on it,” Mia said sarcastically.
“Look, Mia, you’re having enough trouble with your own relationship,” Brett commented.
She guessed she deserved that. She went back to the phone. “Um, yes, she’s available, but the looking part I’m not too sure about.”
“I see. Would you mind giving her my number? She can call me at her earliest convenience and when she thinks she’s ready to see someone.”
“Oh, sure,” she said, looking around, grabbing her purse. Brett had a pen and pad in her face in no time. “Thanks,” Mia grumbled. She took the number down and handed the phone back to Brett.
“Okay, Hunter, no more disturbances.” He hung up the phone.
Mia couldn’t let it go. “He’s interested in Tracy?”
“Very much so,” Brett said, looking out the window.
“Um, I’m not sure if Hunter’s her type. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a gorgeous man.”
Brett turned to her, his eyes narrowed.
“If you like the tall-dark-and-handsome type, I mean,” Mia said, enjoying this. “It’s not every day that one sees a chauffeur who looks like someone from Playgirl. Just looking at the way that suit hangs on him, you can tell—”
“That’s enough, Mia!”
Mia laughed as she put away Hunter’s number. She turned to Brett and saw his face was beet red, not from anger, but from holding in laughter. “I deserved that,” he admitted. “But in answer to your question, Hunter is very interested in Tracy, and she is his type.”
“But he’s so…I don’t know, accommodating.”
“That’s a nice way of saying obedient.”
“I was trying to be polite.”
“Don’t be. Hunter’s a sub,” he said matter-of-factly.
Mia opened her mouth, but nothing came out. All she could do was point in the general direction of the driver’s seat.
Brett chuckled. “Are you surprised?”
“Well…yes!” Then she realized something. “So he knows about you?”
“Of course.” Brett went on to explain their initial meeting, leaving out the more sordid details.
Mia sat, stunned. “Gosh, you were right.”
“About what?”
“You never know who is into what these days. I never would have guessed he was like that. He looks so contro—” She stopped herself. “Oh, my God.” She put her head in her hand. She glanced over at Brett, who had that knowing smile.
“You were saying?” Brett asked, leaning back in his seat.
“Is this what you saw in me?”
“And still see. People in our lifestyle have a way of picking each other out.”
“So this means that Tracy is a Dom?”
“Boy, I’ll say.”
Mia shook her head. Maybe this was the norm. Maybe she was living in an alternative universe, and everyone else was living a normal life. Had she been having vanilla sex all this time? Damn, she was boring!
They arrived at Brett’s. Hunter thanked her for her time and headed off. Once inside, Mia tried to make herself comfortable. She walked to the bar and sat down. “May I have a drink?”
“Why, need a little something to loosen up?”
“No, I was just wondering where your manners were. You’re supposed to offer your guests a drink.” She looked around the bar trying to spot the most benign drink he could offer.
“That’s if I wanted my guest to have a drink.”
Mia immediately noticed the change in Brett’s tone and attitude. She turned and looked at him as he stood in the middle of the room, arms folded across his chest.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked, nodding to the brown paper bag sitting at her foot.
“I told you, it’s a surprise,” she said, carefully saying each word as she slid off the barstool. She picked up the bag and put it behind her back.
“Go downstairs to the basement,” Brett said, his expression never changing.
“Excuse me?” Mia cocked her head to the side.
“I don’t mumble.”
Mia didn’t know what to make of this, then she realized. “Oh, I see. Back to sir-this, sir-that?” She put her hand on her hip. “Well, you know what? I don’t feel like playing that game tonight.”
Brett dropped his hands to his sides. He then reached for something behind the couch.
Mia eyes grew wide at the sight of a whip with at least seven straps on it.
“It looks like we have to reestablish who gives the orders around here,” Brett said, slowly coming toward her.
Chapter Fourteen
Mia began to shake. This was not good. She had forgotten this was part of the BDSM experience. And she wasn’t ready for it. “Brett, I…can’t do this.” She grabbed her things, but her trembling hands made her drop them.
“Mia, one of the main rules is no physical harm. The pain that I will inflict will be pleasurable to you.” He took her by the arm and gently pulled her toward him. “I’m not going to hurt you in any way.”
“But…what’s…?” She pointed to the whip.
“It’s a traditional cat, or cat-o’-nine tails. An experienced user knows how to handle it.”
“And you’re experienced?”
“Very,” he said, not hiding a cocky grin.
“I don’t like the idea of being whipped. If you know what I mean,” she said quietly.
Brett nodded with understanding. “Okay, I’ll let it go—for now. I can understand your apprehension. I just want to tell you that with my skill, I can make it very pleasurable on that lovely ass of yours.”
Mia swallowed hard and tried not to look back down at the whip. She didn’t want to show too much interest in it and give him the wrong idea, but she was curious. Pleasurable? How could havi
ng leather straps hit your ass be pleasurable?
“Okay, Mia, get downstairs.”
She was going to protest, but thought better of it. She grabbed her paper bag and followed him to the basement. Once there, Brett allowed her to have a seat.
“Mia, this is the first full night of your training. From here on out, there will be no backtalk. You will do as I say or suffer certain punishments.”
“Puni—?” Her hand flew to her mouth. The sly grin on Brett’s face told her she’d done the right thing.
“Remember, when you refer to me, you will refer to me as Sir or Mister.”
Damn. There’s no getting around that one.
“We’ll be engaging in sexual situations that may not seem like the norm to you. In your case, that leaves the field wide open, I’m afraid.”
Okay, my sex life is not that dull.
“It’s amazing, the different types of vibrators they have, and the parts of the body they stimulate.” His grin was perversely wicked.
She looked to the wall adjacent to the bathroom where she saw vibrators of different sizes and shapes! Okay, maybe her sex life was boring. Mia thought back to Naughty and Nasty Lingerie. There were a lot of things there that she didn’t know how to use—or pronounce.
“We will have a safe word,” Brett continued. “This word will be used in case one of us does something that seems to be too much, or if it’s too painful, or seems degrading.”
Brett sat down beside her and stroked her face. “Oh, Mia. You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this moment. I’m going to show you things you’ve only read or heard rumors about. You’ll experience the ultimate in pleasure, trust me.” He kissed her neck, her earlobe. “You may speak. Any questions?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?’
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go ahead.”
“What is the safe word?”
“Let’s see.” Brett stood up and paced a bit. “How about ‘diploma’?”
“Interesting choice,” Mia mused. “Okay.”
“Now.” Brett stood in front of her, his gaze hot and intense.
Mia was aflutter with anticipation.
“What’s in that bag?”
“A surprise, Sir.”
“Let me have it.” Brett waved his hand, motioning for her to hand it over.
She hesitated too long. Before she knew it, she was standing toe-to-toe with him.
“I won’t have to use the whip. I’ll just bend you over my knee and smack your ass with my bare hand. Would you like that?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then toss over the bag.”
Without hesitation, Mia gave it to him.
He motioned for her to sit back down. He reached in the bag and pulled out the Tiffany-style box.
“This looks very familiar.” He put the bag down and opened the box.
Heat rushed to Mia’s face. She wanted to bring those out on her own terms. There was no telling what he would do with them.
“Why, Ms. Bradford.” Brett pulled out the mink cuffs and dangled them in front of her. Mia just stared, taking in her dirty little secret. “This is a surprise. A very nice surprise.”
“S-Sir?”
“Yes.”
“I can explain those.”
“Oh, I bet you can, but I have a better idea.”
She was afraid of that.
“Here.” Brett took one of the cuffs and rubbed it against her cheek. “That feels good, doesn’t it? So soft.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You know the image I have of these?”
“No, Sir.”
“You naked and on your knees in front of me, your hands handcuffed behind your back.” He continued rubbing the cuff on her face, taking it from one side of her face to the other. It felt so good against her skin, and his words were just as silky.
“Oh, yeah, Mia. The vision of you in that position gets me hot. Of course, I can’t have you just kneeling. I have to have you doing something. These lips of yours are so sensual.” He stroked the cuff over them. The fur on her mouth excited her. She nearly jerked in her seat when he rubbed her bottom lip with it.
“I want these lips wrapped around my cock. Would you like that? On your knees, cuffed, and sucking me off?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her breathing became rapid. She knew she was giving herself away, but she didn’t care. The image he planted in her mind was too much.
“You’re getting excited, Mia? You like that, huh? I bet you do. I bet you’re so wet. Look at you; you’re imaging this, aren’t you?”
He was right, and she hated she was so obvious. She was imagining it, vividly. Between the feel of the cuffs, his sexy words, and erotic images, she was ready to tear off her clothes.
“Get up.”
She did, nearly falling due to her weakened knees.
“Take off your clothes.”
She slowly began to undress, all the while looking into his impish blue eyes.
“I like this little striptease; however, my cock is very impatient.”
Mia stopped in the middle of unfastening her pants.
“Hurry up.”
She continued to disrobe, all the while wondering what was going on in his perverted mind.
Once she finished, a sigh escaped Brett’s lips. “You are one beautiful woman. I’m going to keep you on a short leash forever.”
Leash? First the teddy, then the collar, and now a leash? Mia really needed to study up on this lifestyle. It wasn’t enough that Brett was showing her. She was sure she could trust him. She just needed a heads-up on a lot of things.
“Turn around.”
She did, and Brett’s strong, warm hands roamed her backside. “Perfect,” he purred in her ear. He took her wrists behind her back, and she felt the fur of the cuffs, then heard the sound of them locking.
“There. Almost perfect. How do you feel? You may speak.”
Mia didn’t know what to say. She was scared and excited at the same time. She decided to be honest. “I’m not sure yet, Sir. I’ve never done this before.”
“I’ll guide you all the way.” He began caressing her body with both hands. “Ironic, isn’t it? Our roles have been switched. I’m teaching you and keeping you as my slave.” He kissed the side of her face, then he nuzzled her neck. ”You smell so good. What fragrance?”
“Chanel No. 5, Sir.”
“Remind me to buy you some stock in the parent company,” he chuckled. He continued kissing her, starting from the back of her head and traveling down to her calves. “Okay, Mia. I want you down on your knees.”
When he saw she was having trouble balancing, he gently helped her down, then stood in front of her.
“Look at me.”
She quickly did. He smiled down at her and began running his hand through her hair.
“I have plans for this hair,” he said.
He quickly took off his shirt. “You know, Mia, there are probably some things that you’ve thought about engaging in, but were too afraid to give voice to.” He threw the shirt aside and began unfastening his pants. “You need not be afraid to tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies. I will never judge you.”
She continued staring while the pants came down. God, he was gorgeous!
“Have you ever fantasized about sucking a man off while handcuffed?”
Mia felt her face go up in flames. Looking at Brett made her rethink a lot of things. As she knelt before him, feeling the strength of his grip in her hair and taking in his magnificent body, the thought started to turn her on. Who was she kidding? She’d had these thoughts long before today, but she could never verbalize them. Hell, she couldn’t even write them down in her private journal.
Once he was fully naked, Mia really began to shudder. Anticipation aroused her. And the look on Brett’s face told her he knew the effect he was having on her.
“Now, my dear Mia, your wildest fantasy is about to be realized.”
Brett was about to detonate, but he couldn’t lose it. What kind of a Dom would he be if he lost complete control? But Mia’s naked body kneeling before him was a sight that would remain with him for an eternity. She was luscious. Her ass was perfect, her breasts high, round, and full. And her lips! They should be immortalized. He was ready to be put them to good use. Brett grabbed his penis and slowly rubbed it. Mia’s gaze was fixated on his hand. She let out a low moan and licked her bottom lip. He stopped mid stroke and zeroed in on the motion. “Are you turned on, Mia?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said in a low, husky voice.
“Then open wide, baby.”
He leaned in. She opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue touch the tip of his cock. He nearly passed out. She wrapped her lips around the head and slowly began sucking.
“Fuck, Mia, you’re going to be the death of me!”
She picked up the pace, but only a little. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around him, which created a suction like nothing he’d ever experienced. His eyes slammed shut as he rode wave after wave of pleasure. Brett concentrated his way through several emotions, the feelings nearly bringing him to tears.
Brett grabbed Mia’s hair, something he had wanted to do for a long time, then pumped his hips, slowly fucking her mouth in steady rhythm.
“Yes, Mia. Take me deeper, baby, come on.”
She obliged, and he soon regretted it.
“Oh! Damn! That’s it, baby!” He began pumping faster, almost knocking her off her knees.
She moaned around his cock, slurping and licking up his pre-cum.
The look on her face was pure ecstasy. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her luscious mouth smiled around his dick. He didn’t know what turned him on more: the sheer pleasure on her face or what she was actually doing to him. It didn’t matter. He felt his balls tightening, and his body tensed.
“Mia, I’m gonna come!”
He held her head steady and shot into her. She licked him greedily and sucked him dry. His body shook one last time before he rested his hands on her shoulders.
Brett caressed her face with the back of hand as she licked the last of his cum-soaked cock. He ran his finger down the bridge of her nose then went back to her thick, curly hair. He wanted to keep her locked up in his basement forever. Just the mere thought of another man looking at her made him rage silently.
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