by Rose Nickol
“Yes, baby?”
“The dress is beautiful and the shoes are cute, but I didn’t see any underwear. No panties or a bra. Did I miss them?”
“No,” he said blandly. “We aren’t in a scene, Jenna. It’s okay to call me by my name. The only time you need to call me Sir or Master is in the club or in a scene. Relax, baby.”
“Oh, I need underwear, Kyle.” she said, still a little hesitant, not wanting to make him mad first thing.
“Why?” he asked, smiling.
Why, what did he mean, why? “Well, because.”
“Because why?” He was really smiling now.
“Because I can’t go around without underwear. Nobody goes without underwear, that’s why.” She was starting to get frustrated and he was almost laughing.
“Who says? And how do you know what other people are wearing under their clothes? Not everyone wears underwear.” He was almost laughing out loud. Great.
Admittedly, she didn’t know what other people wore under their clothes, but you just didn’t go without. “What if you were in an accident?” her mother’s voice said in her head. “Wear clean underwear, you never know what will happen,” she could hear her say.
“I guess I don’t know what other people are wearing under their clothes, but I am not comfortable going without,” she said with a huff.
“Tough, you’ll get used to it,” he said. “Now put the dress and the shoes on. I’m hungry and I want to get to breakfast, and then I have a surprise planned. Now!”
She guessed that was the end of that conversation. She either put the dress on without underwear or she stayed in the towel. Not really a choice.
Jenna got dressed in what was available and went back to where Kyle was.
“Punishment pose, now!” he said.
What had she done now?
“Two swats for arguing about underwear,” he said. “Now.”
Jenna bent over and grabbed her ankles, like he had shown her the night before.
He lifted the back of her dress, baring her. “Legs wider,” he said, using his foot to spread her wider. “Not how I wanted to start the day, baby.”
Smack! Smack!
Damn, that hurt. Her ass was still tender from the night before. Sitting would not be fun today.
He helped her stand up and grabbed her hand. Leaning down, he gave her a kiss. “Good girl. Let’s go. Breakfast time.” He led her out the door and out of the club.
In the parking lot, they went to a dark green SUV. “This isn’t your car,” she said.
“Nope, it’s my truck,” he answered. “You didn’t think I drove the car in the winter, did you.?” he asked.
Well, she hadn’t thought of it actually, but it did make sense. He helped her into the seat, lifting the dress so her bare ass was on the seat, and fastened her belt. She wanted to lift up and pull down the dress, but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea.
“Good choice,” he said. Could he read her mind now? “Baby, your face is very expressive and I can read what you are thinking,” he said.
He drove to a popular diner, and they went for breakfast. During breakfast, they talked. He told her about his brothers Tim and Joel, who still lived in Montana, and his dad, Paul, who also lived there. He was the eldest and the only one who had ever left his hometown. He had been in the Air Force for ten years and was a pilot.
It was fascinating to learn more about him, and she listened avidly, soaking up every word. Too soon, they were done with breakfast and he quickly paid the bill and hustled her back out to the SUV. Helping her in and again lifting her dress, he belted her into the truck.
He got in his side and said, “Okay, Jenna, spread them.”
“Huh?” she asked, shocked.
“Spread your legs,” he said, sounding a little perturbed.
“Everyone will see I’m not wearing underwear,” she protested.
“I am very aware what you are not wearing, and no one will see anything I don’t want them to see. Now unless you want to go back to the room for another punishment, spread those legs, so we can go to your surprise. Now!” He was definitely perturbed now.
She definitely did not want to go back to the room and be punished, so she guessed her other choice was to do as he commanded. She spread her legs a little, but not enough to show anything. There, she’d done what he asked. Maybe he would be happy now.
“Wider,” he said. So she spread a little wider. “Wider,” he said again. She moved maybe half an inch. Not good enough. He reached over and spread her legs wide. “There!” he said. “Definitely a punishment when we get back to the room. But first, your surprise.”
Great, now she got to spend the day with that hanging over her head. Just what she wanted. Way to spoil the day.
He left his hand where he had placed it to move her legs and off they went.
As they were driving, he trailed his hand up and down her leg. She was starting to react and not paying attention to where they were going. Before she knew it, he said, “We’re here.”
Jenna looked around. Oh…the zoo. She hadn’t been to the zoo forever, not since she had first moved to Denver. She loved the zoo. “Oh, goody,” she said like a little kid and clapped her hands.
He helped her out of the truck and took her hand. Walking straight up to the gate, by passing the crowd waiting to get in, he said, “I have a VIP membership. We don’t have to wait.”
The day was great fun. They went to every exhibit and even saw a few of the shows. They rode the merry-go-round and the train and had lunch. It was a wonderful day. Kyle held her hand or otherwise touched her all the time, sometimes rubbing her back, and occasionally, when no one was looking, pinching her ass, making sure she was comfortable all day. He had thought of everything, even putting sunscreen on her as they started out. She was a little uncomfortable at first because of the lack-of-underwear situation, but soon forgot about it and enjoyed the day. Luckily, it wasn’t a windy day or she would have flashed everyone.
Soon they had seen everything and were back at the entrance-exit. “Time to go,” he said, “I want to get back to the room so you have time for a nap and to freshen up before the club opens this evening. And I have a punishment to administer.”
Great, she was hoping he had forgotten about that. She had.
In the truck, he again lifted the dress so she was sitting bare on the seat, and indicated she was to spread her legs. She spread them as wide as he had before and this time it meant approval. Good, maybe he would go easy on her punishment.
Soon they were at the club and back in the room. “Okay, strip,” he said. Not too much effort there. All she was wearing was the dress and shoes. Over her head went the dress, and she slipped off the shoes. “Now,” he said, “in the bedroom and over the bed, punishment pose. Let’s get this over with.”
In the bedroom she went, with him following her. While she was getting into position, he went into the closet for something. He came around to the side of the bed where she could see and was holding what looked like a purple ping-pong paddle.
“From now on, whenever you need punishment I will use this. My hand will only be used for erotic spankings, not for punishment. Maybe you will try harder. Now, tell me why you need to be punished,” he said.
“Well, because I didn’t want to spread my legs and be exposed in the truck,” she answered.
“Partially right. And because I had to tell you so many times. In the future, I will expect you to do what I ask with no hesitation.” He stated. “Five swats. Again, you do not need to count, but when I am finished you will thank me. And I will add swats if you do not address me correctly. And Jenna…”
“Yes, Sir?”
“No coming without permission.”
Whap!
And she thought his hand hurt. Five of these, she wouldn’t sit for a week. The tears were already starting and she had four more to go. And as for the coming thing, no problem.
Jenna felt his hand gently smoothing the spot he had
just hit, rubbing the pain away. He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.
Whap! He smacked again, then his finger went back to her clit. This time, he added a finger to her pussy hole, stroking in and out while his thumb rubbed her clit. She felt so confused. The smack from the paddle hurt, but what he did after to her pussy felt so good. She didn’t know whether to cry or come.
Whap! It came again, then back to her pussy this time. Two fingers entered her and more pressure to her clit. “No fair,” she muttered.
“No fair, what, baby?” He sounded amused.
“How am I supposed to keep from coming when you are doing that to me, Sir?” she asked.
Whap! Good thing she wasn’t counting. Between what he was doing to her pussy and the smacks on her ass, her mind was overloaded with sensation and she couldn’t think. Jenna had tears running down her face, but she also wanted to come.
“Keep trying, I know you can do it.” He was almost laughing now.
Whap! He had been alternating between cheeks, but this one hit right between her legs and caught both her pussy lips and her clit, and she came, and came hard. Harder than she ever had. His hand was back in her pussy, three fingers inside, and his thumb was rubbing her clit furiously. She kept coming, harder and longer than she had ever come before. She didn’t think she was ever going to stop. He kept rubbing her clit and fucking his fingers in and out of her. The peak was never going to crest. She was going to die from this one orgasm. It was never going to stop.
Finally, he pulled his fingers out and stopped the rubbing motion, leaving his hand cupped over her pussy, just holding and soothing her. He gently sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap. She was crying and panting and couldn’t think.
“Jenna, did you forget something?” he asked.
Huh? Yeah she forgot how to breathe, her heart forgot to beat and she couldn’t think. She forgot lots of things. However, she didn’t think he was talking about any of those. “What?” she managed to breathe out.
“Jenna, you were to thank me, and I told you not to come.” Was he serious?
“Thank you, Sir,” she managed.
“What exactly is it you are thanking me for, baby?”
“The best orgasm of my life, Sir,” she answered honestly.
“You’re welcome for that, but what else were you supposed to thank me for?”
“Oh, umm, thank you for the paddling, Sir.” Not that she really wanted to thank him for that. But that orgasm. Wonder what he was going to do about that, since she wasn’t supposed to come?
Still holding her in his lap, his hand was playing with her breast, rubbing and pulling the nipple, getting her hot again. She could feel his erection growing underneath her.
He reached down and kissed her, parting her lips and playing with her tongue. “I won’t punish you for coming this time. You will learn to obey me in this. But now you have me so hot. My turn.” As he said this, he turned and laid her, facedown, on the bed, lifting her ass until she was on her knees with her chest and head lying flat on the bed.
“This will be quick and hard. I am so ready for you, baby,” he said as he took off his clothes.
She heard a wrapper tearing and felt him on the bed behind her. He parted her legs more and slammed into her. Hard and fast was right. He pistoned in and out like a jackhammer. All she could do was lay there and take it. With one hand, he reached around and rubbed her clit, pinching and pulling it like he did her nipples. She felt the wave begin again, and she knew she was going to come again.
Although it didn’t seem possible, he slammed into her harder and faster. “Now Jenna, come now!” As he said this, he pinched her clit hard and off she went, spiraling higher and higher.
They both dropped to the bed, too exhausted to move, and lay there panting. He rolled over, still inside her. He pulled her close and they just lay there, breathing hard.
“My God, Jenna, I’ve never felt anything like that before. You are amazing. I won’t ever get enough of you. I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
She was still so out of it that his words hardly registered. I’ll deal with this later, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Four
Kyle lay there, watching Jenna sleep and thinking. He should get up and clean them off, but he wanted to stay right where he was, inside his woman and beside her. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute and enjoy this, then I’ll get up and take care of her. Those were his last thoughts as he also drifted off to sleep.
Kyle woke sometime later, still inside Jenna. Ugh, he thought, I could have at least gotten rid of the condom. He gently removed himself, not wanting to wake her, and went to the bathroom to take care of the necessities. Standing in the bathroom, he decided to run a bath for Jenna. They had plenty of time before the club opened and a nice, warm soak would help loosen her muscles and relieve any lingering soreness.
As the tub filled, he thought about the future and where he wanted it to go. I should tell her more about myself, he thought. She may not want to be involved with someone like him.
Kyle had gone into private security after the Air Force. He was one of the top bodyguards in the country. Kevin Costner had nothing on him. He had helped everyone from rock stars to political candidates, sometimes at great risk to himself and those around him. There had been threats made to his friends, brothers and father. Not an easy life for anyone. Did he want to expose Jenna to his life? Would she want to be involved? Time enough to think about that later. The tub was ready.
Time to wake Jenna and get her ready for tonight. Turning off the tub, Kyle went into the bedroom and sat on the bedside. He looked at Jenna for several long seconds, just watching her sleep. So beautiful, he thought. She will be mine! He leaned down and brushed the hair out of her face, then, lightly brushing her lips with his, he said, “Time to wake up, beautiful baby, I have a bath ready for you. Let’s get you up.”
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the tub, gently sitting her in it. Not fully awake yet, Jenna looked up at Kyle and smiled. “Oh, baby, how beautiful you are.” He smiled. “I’ll leave you alone to soak and be back in a few minutes.”
Partially closing the door, he left her. Alone with her thoughts, Jenna replayed the weekend so far in her head. The sex had been wonderful, nothing like she had ever experienced before. And the time with Kyle was great. She was learning more about him and liking what she learned. Why would a guy like him want to be with a girl like me? she thought. Knowing that she was setting herself up for a world of hurt, Jenna decided to just go with the flow and ride it out. It may not be a long ride, but it will be fun, she thought.
Kyle came back into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. “Here, let me wash you,” he said and, reaching into the water, he grabbed the cloth and proceeded to do just that, with the same efficiency a mother would wash her two-year-old. When he had washed her completely and thoroughly, he lifted her up and out of the tub.
Feeling a little disappointed, Jenna let him dry her off. “What was that thought, baby?” he asked.
Damn, the man could read her mind. ‘I just thought we might play again, Sir,” she said shyly.
“Oh, baby, we will play later. Now dinner is here and I want to eat while it is warm, then I want to go to the club. Here, put this robe on and after we eat, I’ll show you what I want you to wear.” He smiled.
Dinner was wonderful, steaks, baked potato and salad. Everything was cooked perfectly. A nice white wine and chocolate-covered strawberries for dessert. Stuffed full with good food and relaxed from several glasses of wine, Jenna was content.
“Okay, up we go, time to get dressed and go to the club.” He helped her out of her chair and led her to the bedroom. Sometime, she hadn’t noticed when, maybe while she was in the tub, he had laid out an aqua slip-dress on the bed. “Put this and only this on and meet me in the living room,” he said.
Jenna put the dress on and it barely covered her ass. Very low-cut i
n the front, but at least it had a back. She would not be bending over tonight, or the girls would fall out and China would be on display. Having brought no makeup except lip-gloss with her, she applied a light coat, ran a brush through her hair, and was ready to go.
“Beautiful,” breathed Kyle as she entered the room. He had changed into black leather pants and a white shirt. The shirt had only two buttons done and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows. A yummy package and, for now, hers.
“I want you to wear this collar while we are in the club,” he said. “It will tell other Doms that you are taken and indicate you are mine.” He took a long, black box from his picket and opened it, displaying the contents to her. Inside the box was a twisted gold chain with a padlock on one side and a small heart on the other. He showed her the inscription on the heart. One side said, “My Baby,” and the other side said, “Master Kyle.”
“I hope one day you will wear this permanently for me, but I know this is too soon for both of us,” he said, fastening it around her neck. Locking the padlock, he put the key on a chain around his neck, and said, “Now you will be safe.”
She wondered if he kept the collar for all his subs, or if he had gotten it just for her. Not sure she wanted to know if it was something someone else had worn, she didn’t ask, keeping her question to herself. Maybe someday she would have the confidence to ask him.
He grabbed her hand and led her out the door to the club. They walked up to the bar and he ordered himself a beer and her a water. “You’ve had enough wine for now. I want you sober and aware of your surroundings.” Then talking to the bartender, he said, “Craig, this is my baby, Jenna. Jenna, say hi to Craig. We were in the force together and I’ve known him a long time.”
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Hi, yourself,” he said back setting their drinks on the bar. Kyle handed Jenna her water, and grabbed his beer. “We’ll be back later. I’m gonna show Baby around.”
Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he led her to the first alcove. Tonight there was a Dom and female sub in the scene. The Dom had the sub restrained on what looked like a table from a doctor’s office. She had her feet up in stirrups and was spread wide open for everyone to see.