“Okay.” Myka shrugged her shoulders. “And will you try new things for me, at least once, if I ask?”
He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Well, yes. I will. Fair’s fair.” For a minute he looked into the distance with a small smile, then shook his head and continued. “I will expect you to be obedient in the bedroom, or to use a safeword. I’m going to test you sometimes, and punish you if you don’t obey immediately. It’s part of the way I’ll train you into bedroom submission. Arguing or trying to bargain will only add to your punishments. You need to accept that as well, to enjoy that exchange, that power you give to me, and I think you will. I think the idea of it turns you on.”
Myka was quick to reply. “But sometimes I will want a night off. If I’m tired, or sore, or sad. Just to, you know, have easygoing sex. Not too kinky.”
He nodded. “Of course. And maybe I’ll need a night off sometimes, too.” He smiled. “I’m going to enjoy punishing you, Myka. That may be perverse, but I will. I have a little bit of sadism in me. I’ll make you hurt sometimes before I make you come. And you’re going to prefer it that way, because Myka, you’re a little bit of a masochist.”
She shook her head, even though the word punishment, as always, gave her eager bursts of arousal. “I’ve never considered myself a masochist, even though I liked—I liked tonight. And it’s strange to talk about safewords and nights off. Why would I ever let you punish me, or train me, then, if I can always safeword? Why wouldn’t I say it any time you wanted to punish me? And just enjoy the sex part?”
He smiled. “Why indeed?” His eyes glittered in the light. “Maybe the same reason you never said stop tonight, ma chèrie. I went hard, and I know it hurt, even though it felt good at the end. You cried and begged. But you never said red. You told me to keep going, and you meant it. So you tell me. Why did you not have me stop?” He raised an eyebrow.
Myka felt her face burning, and looked away.
“No, Myka. Eyes on me, please, while you answer. This is important. Maybe the most important thing.” His voice was quiet but firm, and Myka met his gaze.
She bit her lip. “I don’t know. I—it felt right. I wanted to please you. And it also pleased me. I don’t know how to describe it, Gabriel.” She didn’t have words to explain the complex emotions that had warred within her body and mind, and repeated, “It felt so completely satisfying. And I think I knew—it was going to make the pleasure even better, if I took the pain first. And I was right. That was the best sexual experience of my life.”
He smiled and touched her cheek, his eyes intense, sending sparks through her body. “That’s what makes you such a perfect submissive for me, Myka. It feels right for you to obey, and it feels right for me to dominate. Together we can make magic. You know it, and that’s why you’ll obey everything I ask, even if it’s painful or embarrassing… because it allows us to reach incredible bliss together.”
Myka turned red. She should be screaming and running for the door to hear that, and she couldn’t explain why she desired to have him master her. She breathed out, nodded. “Submission only during sex, and you’ll honor my limits.”
He smiled again, his eyes soft. “I’m not into nonconsensual, Myka. I like taking it to the edge. But I won’t keep going after the point where you turn off. If you’re hollow inside, not feeling submissive and turned on, if you’re just struggling to get through something because you think it’s what I want, then it’s nothing. Do you understand me? You’re not a plaything or a receptacle, you’re my partner.” His voice was urgent. “We need to be in sync at all times.”
“Yes, I understand.” Myka pushed herself up on one elbow. “I get it.”
“Do you?” He raised an eyebrow, started to speak, then shook his head. “I don’t know. I think—” He bit his lip.
“Why do you think I wouldn’t understand that?” Myka felt her voice rise, her face flush, this time not with passion but with anger.
“It’s not easy,” he told her, looking past her, across the room. “When you take dominance and submission to this level—communication is crucial or else it implodes.” His voice was dark, bleak, his gaze distant. Myka felt a cold shudder, wondering what—or who—he was thinking about.
She strove to lighten the mood. “Nothing is imploding here, Einstein. I loved it all, even when it hurt. Because it hurt. Because it made me so very hot, too. I had no idea my body could do that. I never knew. That orgasm was—out of this world. And the maybe-subspace-thing? I can’t even describe that.”
He touched her face. “I’m glad I can bring you such pleasure. I loved giving it to you. It makes my experience amazing as well.”
Exultation rose in her chest. This was hers for the taking, hers to explore, and she grabbed it. She blurted the words out before she could change her mind. “Then, yes. I want it, with you.”
He crushed her into his arms, kissed her hard. “You are going to enjoy this, ma chèrie. And so will I.”
She smiled. “If it’s all like what we just did, then I expect that I will.”
“Good. Are you on birth control?”
She flushed. “Yes. And I’m, I’m—clean. If you are too, we don’t need—”
“I’m clean too,” he answered. “Next week, we’ll both get new blood tests and exchange them, to be thorough. I want to feel you skin on skin.”
She nodded, wanting that too.
He added, “And I would like you to attend the club with me occasionally, even if we don’t scene together. I may ask you to kneel for me, and dress for me. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try it, at least once. Like you asked, a fair try. But you’re not going to, I mean, play with other people, in front of me?” Her voice trailed off again.
“I won’t play with anyone but you, in private or public, while we’re together. And I expect the same from you.” A smile broke over Myka’s face, but he was stern as he continued, “Because I will not share you. Understand?”
“I don’t want to share, either,” said Myka, running one hand down his muscled arm. “But it sounds like you shared with your previous sub.”
“We scened with others in the club,” he corrected. His voice was harsher. “I allowed another man to spank her and to fuck her. It was only during specific sexual encounters at her request. We were monogamous, despite that.” He clenched his fists and grabbed one hand with the other, and for a second he seemed lost in thought, staring across the room. Then he shook his head with a sort of angry chuckle.
Myka raised her eyebrows, hoping that a joke would soften him. “Interesting definition of monogamous. Might have to check with Webster on that one, Gabriel.”
Gabriel raised his eyebrow and laughed, his shoulders loosening. “Do you need to go back over my lap tonight, ma chèrie?”
Myka sucked in her breath. “Seriously? Just for arguing with you?”
“Oh, but you were doing more than arguing,” he teased. “I’d call that being a bit willfully disrespectful, no?”
“I’d call it being inquisitive,” retorted Myka. “I’m a detail person. These things interest me.”
“I’m interested in getting you back into my bed,” said Gabriel, coming closer and pulling her body to his. “I can’t get enough of you. Tu me rends fou! You’re driving me fucking crazy. Come now as my sub and let me bring you pleasure.”
And Myka, despite a whispered warning in the back of her mind that this could well end in disaster, told him, “Yes.”
The next few weeks went by in a blur of activity. Myka traveled to Paris for Kylee’s show and thought about Gabriel the entire time she was there. Upon her return, she spent several half days at her new consulting job, getting to know Eric and the team, and starting work on her projects. A few lunches with Lourdes, and more drinks with Dax and Lili kept her busy. In addition, she and Gabriel exchanged blood test information.
The next time they met, Gabriel sent a driver to get her, and although Myka initially felt miffed, she warmed up when he met her at the d
oor.
“God, it’s good to see you,” he announced, pulling her into his arms. “I’ve been thinking all week about what I want to do to you.”
Myka blushed into the invisible grip of his strong arms, feeling his heart beat against her cheek. “I’ve been thinking about you, too. Especially at night, in bed… when I touch myself.” Her voice was low and sultry.
His body tensed. “Is that right?” He pulled back, tipped her chin up. “Why, you dirty girl, touching yourself and fantasizing. Were you thinking of how I touched you here,” he brushed her nipples through her shirt, “or here?” and he ran his hand up the crotch of her panties beneath her skirt.
Myka gasped, and Gabriel paused. “Next time, Myka, I want you bare for me, at all times. Completely shaved, too.”
“Yes, sir,” Myka said, reddening as he fingered her beneath her panties.
“And Myka? If you don’t follow my instructions, you know what happens?”
“Um, yes?”
“What happens?” He held her chin firmly with both hands, and Myka smelled her own scent on his fingers.
“You’ll… punish me?” She could barely concentrate on her words, feeling the smooth slickness of her moisture on her cheek, dying for him to touch her again.
“Yes, I will. I want you obedient, and punishments will help you be submissive. They may turn you on as well, but they will definitely help you learn to follow my rules.”
Myka whispered, “Yes, sir,” loving how his eyes flared to hear it, and how his face became more intense.
“Start now,” he said. “Show me your obedience. Take off your panties and give them to me.”
Myka hesitated, then shimmied the panties down to her ankles and held onto Gabriel for support as she stepped out of one leg, then the other. She handed him the lacy G-string and her eyes widened when he smelled the panties and smiled.
“I love your smell,” he commented, stuffing the panties into his jeans pocket so some of the lace still stuck out. “I can’t wait to taste you tonight.” He tapped her cheek with one finger. “You’ll be getting a taste of me as well, ma chèrie.”
Myka sucked in her breath, nervous and eager.
“But first,” he said casually, “we’ll be going out for drinks with some friends.”
Myka reached for his pocket. “I’ll put these back on, then—”
“No. You won’t.” He raised his eyebrows.
“But I can’t go without—”
“I said I want you bare beneath the skirt.”
“But no, Gabriel, not with your friends—”
“Arguing already? Well, we have time to address it before we leave.”
“We’re not in the bedroom!” Myka was startled, but he moved like lightning, pulling her over to a chaise lounge in the entry hallway. He bent her down over it so her hands rested on the fabric and her ass stuck up in the air, then he slowly raised her skirt and took a breath, running his hands up and down over the smooth skin of her thighs and buttocks.
“We’re not in the bedroom, but your body is mine, and I get to choose how you present it when we are together. Are we clear?”
Myka felt irritation and ardor war within her. How the hell did he suddenly think he could add in this new dynamic without even asking? Although, she supposed, this was his kinky way of asking. She could always safeword out. It would be a fun game for one evening.
“Twenty,” he said decisively, as Myka stayed silent. “I think I’ll give you twenty each time you show me disobedience tonight. How sore your ass gets is entirely up to you and your behavior, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” gulped Myka.
He raised his hand and slapped her in the middle of her right ass cheek, and Myka screeched. “Ouch! That’s hard.”
“Yes, it is. Going to get harder as I go, too.” He slapped her again, and Myka jerked her hips, tried to reach back to rub the sting.
“No. You reach back again, you get five extra. Control yourself, yes?”
“Yes, sir.” Myka put her hand back in place, resolved to keep them there.
He slapped again, the sound reverberating in the large hall, and Myka felt tears starting in her eyes from the sudden rough treatment, even as the need in her body ratcheted to an all-time high.
“Tell me why I’m spanking you,” he demanded, as he rained down hard blows, alternating between her left and right cheeks.
“Ow. Because I, ouch. Argued with you, ow. About the panties. Ouch!” she wailed, as he delivered an especially hard one to her sit spot, making her shift anxiously from foot to foot.
“When I tell you to do something,” he said, spanking her with hard, even blows. “I expect you to either use your safeword, or do it immediately. Either is acceptable. Arguing and whining is not. Is that clear?”
“Yes, stop!” Myka’s hands jerked; it was getting harder to refrain from reaching back.
“Five more,” he told her. “Spread your legs further so I can make sure to get your entire ass covered. I’m going to make these burn.” Myka spread her legs wider, trembling; he tapped her foot with his shoe. “More. Good.”
Myka could imagine how she looked to him, legs spread, showing her entire pussy, which, to her embarrassment, was already quite wet. Gabriel dipped two fingers into her warmth and swirled them around, making her whine, before removing his fingers and slowly wiping them down her inner thighs.
“So indecently wet. I believe you like it when I spank you hard like this, ma chèrie.”
“No, I don’t. It hurts,” protested Myka, but her words were weak, because the fact was that she fucking loved it. She loved the harsh sting, the sound of the slap, the feel of his skin on her skin. She loved the way his breathing got rougher the more he punished her, and she especially craved the tingles of arousal that flared in her clit and all through her pussy after each slap landed.
“Take these five quietly,” he challenged her. “Any cries or ouches, and I keep going.”
Myka bit her lip, and the first slap came down. Her whole body stiffened with the effort of not screaming out. She snuffled and squeezed her fists. How could his hand be so hard? It felt worse than the paddle!
Gabriel waited an insufferably long time, letting her burn, before saying, “Ready?”
She nodded wordlessly and the next spank hit her even harder on the other cheek. Her mouth ached with stifled cries. She wiped her face back and forth on the cushion, stamped her right foot up, kicked it back.
Gabriel chuckled, waiting again. “Maybe you’re thinking right now about you’re going to behave for me tonight, follow my rules? Getting spanked turns you on, I know it, but right now it’s hurting quite a bit, yes? Probably getting to the point where the pain is close to outweighing the pleasure? It’s making you a little scared, anxious. How long am I going to do this? When will it stop? How badly will it hurt? I’ll put you in that mental place from time to time, as I see fit. You probably wish it was over right now, so we could continue on with more pleasant activities, perhaps my tongue in your pussy? Perhaps my fingers on your nipple? But instead, you’re going to take three more of these hard slaps, Myka. And they are definitely going to burn.”
Myka made a little noise.
“You can take it,” he told her softly. “It will be hard, but you’ll do it. And you’ll be proud. And then you’ll be obedient.”
Myka wanted to scream at his arrogance and hit out at him, but she didn’t: she wanted to finish this. She didn’t want to disappoint him. The next spank came suddenly, the hardest yet, and she whimpered into her mouth at the slice of pain, trying not to let the sound out, kicking first the left leg up, then the right, helplessly twisting her hips on the fabric.
“Good girl,” said Gabriel almost tenderly, then he gave her the last two slaps in quick succession, full force across the middle of her ass. When he was done Myka cursed, tears streaming down her face.
“Fuck. Gabriel, that hurt!”
Gabriel rested his hand on her back, on top of her shirt
for a minute, then told her, “Your spanking is done, but the punishment isn’t. Stay in that position until I get back. Don’t move or reach back. I’m going to ask you when I get back, and you’re going to be honest. If you disobey, it means another twenty.”
He strode off, and Myka heard various domestic sounds, the clink of keys on the counter, water running in a faucet. She wiped her face while keeping her shoulders low to the bench, needing to rub the miserable sting from her posterior, but not daring. Of course she could. She could stand up, rub her ass, and tell him red. But she wasn’t ready to do that.
He returned and said, “Stand up and pull down your skirt.” He held her arm, though, so she wouldn’t stumble, and handed her a damp washcloth. “Clean your face and nose. You may need to check the mirror because your makeup is running.”
Myka sniffed, shot him a venomous glare, and rubbed her face with the cloth. He pointed to a small bathroom off the hall and said, “Still no touching that ass.”
Myka nodded stiffly and went to the bathroom; used another washcloth to clear the smudges from her eyes and cheeks. Her face was blotchy and her nose was red. Fuck. This wasn’t going to look good for going out to meet his friends.
He called out to her, “Did you obey me while you waited?”
Myka muttered, “Yes,” and then, nervous that he’d consider a mutter to be a sign of disobedience, called louder, “Yes, I did. Sir.” She used cold water to dampen the cloth and ran it slowly over her heated face, wishing she could run a cool cloth over her ass, too. How long was he going to make her suffer here, anyway? Finally he came in and lifted her skirt. Myka stiffened but said nothing, and he smiled. He took the washcloth from her, ran it under cold water, and pressed it to her heated posterior. Myka cried out, then relaxed into his touch.
She gave him a look. “Just for asking for my panties? That wasn’t fair.”
He shrugged. “I’m glad to start the evening this way, with a good hard spanking. Now I know you’re going to behave for me to avoid another twenty. Right?”
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