by Rose Nickol
“Not when you put it that way. Could you explain things to me until I understand better? I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m really out of my element here. I’ve been on my own for so long, and as good as it feels, it’s going to take me a while to get used having someone care for me,” she said with tears running down her face.
He forgot how new she was and that she wasn’t used to this. He didn’t even know that this was what she wanted, they hadn’t talked about it. He needed to hold himself in check and slow down.
“Theresa, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you into something you’re not ready for. Whenever you don’t understand something or have a question about something, say yellow and ask me, okay?” He took his thumbs and wiped the tears from her face.
“Okay,” she answered and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He took the kiss over, slipping one hand over her breast. He rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple and held her kissing her. Slowly he pulled away, looking into her eyes. “As fun as it would be to do this again, we need to get to your house before the guys leave, so they can show us the system. Joe’s been there a couple times and we need to get you home. We’ll continue this tonight.”
Chapter Ten
He helped her dress and then dressed himself. Grabbing his things, he took her home. When they got there, the men were done with the security install. One of the guys showed Theresa and Alan how to operate the system and where the panic buttons had been placed.
They had dinner and relaxed in front of the television, enjoying a movie. Surprisingly there was no visit from Joe.
Alan took Theresa to bed that night and made slow, gentle love to her. He let her sleep in the next morning until it was close to time for her to go to work. After she was up, fed and showered, he showed her what he wanted her to wear to work.
He had picked out a low-cut sheer blouse and a very short skirt with very high heels. Very different from the jeans and sweater she usually wore. He wanted her to get more in touch with her body and understand how beautiful she was.
“I’m not sure I can wear this,” she said, looking at herself in the mirror. She had always played down her body, not wanting to attract any of Joe’s sleazy friends, and it had just become a habit.
“Why?” he asked her. “You look beautiful. I want to show you off.”
That made her feel proud and she was glad he was there with her. Maybe she couldn’t dress like this for herself, but she could for Alan.
“Okay, I’ll wear it. You’ll be there with me?” She looked at him.
“Yes, I’m driving you in Dave’s truck since our vehicles aren’t fixed yet. I’ll stay until you are through, then bring you home,” he told her, pulling her into his arms.
Alan drove her to the Club and spent most of his evening with her in the reception area. He had wanted to take her to see part of the Club while I it was active, but Rachel was not feeling well and there was no one to cover for her.
Theresa was uncomfortable at first, but gradually relaxed. Several people commented on how nice she looked, including Dave and Evan. “If you keep dressing like this, I’m going to have to give you a raise. You will definitely attract more people into coming to the Club,” Dave teased her.
After the Club closed, Alan took Theresa in for a couple drinks. He had gotten permission from Dave to show her around and maybe even play a scene. Once they finished their drinks, Alan pulled Theresa up by the hand and led her to one of the alcoves.
“Tell me what you see and what you think about it,” he said pulling her in front of him and wrapping his arms around her.
“Well, there’s this cross thing, it looks weird, and then I see a bench, but it’s higher than a normal bench, that would be hard for someone to sit on and then there’s a cabinet, I wonder what’s in there.”
He guided her into the alcove and walked over to the bench. “This is called a spanking bench, you lean over it,” he said, guiding her down over the bench, “and then I would raise the end like this,” as he positioned the bench to the height he wanted. “Then I would fasten your wrists here,” he told her, quickly applying cuffs she had not noticed before and fastening her to the bench.
“Then I would fasten your legs, here, spread apart like this.” He quickly matched actions to words. “Normally you would be naked or close to naked. We’ll save that for next time,” he told her, lifting her skirt up to her waist, baring her ass for his pleasure. “Then if you’d been a bad girl I would punish you.” He slapped her ass, hard. “Or if you were a good girl, I would reward you.” He slipped his hand between her spread thighs and ran his finger through her slit until he found her clit, rubbing little circles around it.
“Oohhh,” she moaned, “I want…”
“Sometimes you might need a little of both,” he said slapping her ass four more times, rapidly, then rubbing her clit again and slipping two fingers into her pussy.
She bucked her hips up off the bench, moaning.
“Occasionally, I might want to use something beside my hand to punish or reward you,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and getting something she couldn’t see. Walking back to her, he held up two objects. “This,” he said, “is a flogger, it has very soft straps and doesn’t hurt too bad. It’s usually used to give pleasure.” He trailed the ends over her arm. “This, is a vibrator, it has several speeds and can also be used for pleasure or punishment.” He showed her the vibe he had chosen for her.
It was about an inch and a half around and had a tapered head and it was bright pink. She looked at it and giggled a little.
“You won’t think it’s funny when I show you what I can do with it.” He grinned at her. Reaching down, he helped her up. “You need to lose some of those clothes, time to have a little fun.”
She looked around to see if there was anyone there, and he reassured her. “It’s just us. Dave gave me the keys and we can stay here as long as we want and no one will bother is. There won’t be anyone back here until two in the afternoon.”
“Okay,” she said with a shaky voice, looking around once more.
Alan grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, leaning down he kissed her hard. “Theresa, it will be ok. Do you want to say red and go home?”
“No, no, I…” She really didn’t know what she wanted, but she was pretty sure she didn’t want to stop and go home.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” he commanded her.
Theresa swallowed and reached for the hem of her blouse, looking around again, like there were people hiding in the corners.
Alan stood there watching her, arms crossed over his chest, legs spread. A domineering pose if there was one.
“Theresa.” He gave her a look.
She swallowed again, and pulled her shirt off quickly. Still nervous, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor.
“Theresa. The rest of the clothes. Now,” he said firmly.
Looking around again, Theresa, slipped the skirt off and stood there in her bra, and thong. She had left her shoes in reception. Subs weren’t allowed to wear shoes in the Club.
“Theresa, if you are not naked in the next sixty seconds, I will take a paddle to your ass until it is bright red.” He was starting to get impatient.
“You will?” she asked, wide-eyed. She was not sure if he was joking or not.
Alan walked to the cabinet and pulled out a small paddle. “I wouldn’t have gotten it if I wasn’t going to use it. Now, clothes off. I want you to stand at the cross, your back to me.”
“Okay.” Theresa was nervous and excited. She wasn’t really scared. She knew Alan wouldn’t hurt her or push her past her limits. Being in the Club was exciting, and the fact that she was with Alan was even more exciting.
Hands shaking, she could barely unfasten her bra, but managed. Slipping off the new thong Alan had bought her, she walked slowly to the cross. Stepping up to the platform, she waited for Alan to tell
her what to do next.
“Hands over your head, feet on these marks, relax,” he said as he walked up behind her. He ran one hand over her back, cupping her ass, the other hand holding her arms in place. “Beautiful,” he breathed in her ear. “Relax, I won’t hurt you,” he said against her neck.
He fastened her hands to the cross and knelt down to her feet. Lifting first one leg then the other he spread her wide and fastened her legs to the cross, too. Holding her hip with one hand, he ran his tongue up the inside of her leg until he got to her sex.
“Not as scared as we like to act, are we?” he said as he licked her wet folds. “You’re very wet,” he told her as he licked more.
“Ooohhh…I…” she panted. “I need to come.”
“Not yet. You need punished for disobeying first.”
“Wh…what?” she stuttered.
“You didn’t take your clothes off when I asked and I had to tell you several times,” he explained to her.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I just…well…we’re in the Club and there could be people here and…I’m sorry,” she finally said.
“Theresa, you have to trust me and realize that I know what’s best for you.”
“Okay.” She really didn’t understand. “Sir?” she said tentatively.
“Yes, baby.”
“Help me understand, I really don’t know what I’m doing, and it feels like I keep getting it all wrong,” she answered him quietly.
“Theresa, the sub submits to the Master or Sir. Trusting him or her to take care of their needs and know what’s best for them. The more we play, the more I will push you. If it ever becomes too much just say yellow and we will talk. Please, relax and let me take care of you. I will make sure you have everything you need.”
“Okay.” She relaxed a little.
Chapter Eleven
He needed to get her to trust him and relax. Right now she was so confused she would never fully submit, like he wanted her to. He didn’t need total domination, just enough to give them both the release they craved. Only Theresa didn’t know it yet.
Taking her face in his hands, he slowly kissed her, rubbing one hand down her body to her mound. Her body knew what she craved even if her mind didn’t.
He pressed up against her back and ran his fingers through her slit, rubbing her clit until it was hard and distended and she was making little moaning and pleading sounds.
Knowing she was close, he grabbed the flogger and slowly trailed the ends down her back. This was a soft flogger with wide straps that would just warm and sensitize the skin without hurting.
Slowly he twirled it over her back, butt, and thighs, barely brushing the skin, the more she moaned and writhed, the harder he swung the flogger. He let the strands hit between her legs a few times and made sure they wrapped around her chest to her breasts and nipples.
When he had her warmed up, he put the flogger down and grabbed the paddle. She wasn’t going to get all ten with the paddle, but she didn’t know that.
“Okay, Theresa, now for your punishment. You will get ten swats and count and thank me for each one. If you fail to count or thank me I will start over.”
He reached between her legs and she was sopping, she was dripping down both thighs and her clit was throbbing with need.
He gave her one with the paddle, hard.
“Ooohhh, one, thank you, Sir,” she moaned.
He did it again, harder.
“Ahhh,” she screamed this time. “Two, thank you, Sir.”
The next two he gave her with his hand, hitting the crease between her legs and butt. She jumped each time but counted and thanked him. Then he gave her a couple more with the paddle, alternating between his hand and the paddle until he gave her the final smack with the paddle right on the pussy lips, catching her distended clit also. As he hit her he commanded, “Come,” and she did, screaming his name.
With one hand around her waist to support her, he unfastened her legs and then her hands, catching her as she fell backward. Lifting her in his arms, he took her to the loveseat tucked in the corner and wrapped her in a soft blanket provided for aftercare.
Holding her in his arms he placed little kisses all over her face and talked soothingly to her. He held her tight and murmured to her, knowing that this was very intense for her. She was processing feelings and emotions that she hadn’t realized she had buried. She sobbed and laughed and cried incoherently while he held her.
After a few minutes she calmed down and looked up at him, the most beautiful smile on her face. “That was…wow!” she said quietly. “I didn’t know…”
“And it only gets better from here, “ he told her as he leaned down and took her mouth in a steamy kiss. Slipping his tongue between her lips and thoroughly exploring her mouth.
Wrapping her in the blanket, he set her on the couch and went to gather their things. Packing everything in the bag, including the things he had taken out of the cabinet, he put the bag over his shoulder and went back to where Theresa still lay on the loveseat.
He wrapped the blanket tighter around her and picked her up. “Where are we going?” she asked quietly.
“Home, we can finish this there,” he said carrying her toward the exit.
“I need to get dressed, I can’t go home in just a blanket,” she protested.
“Why, it’s the middle of the night and you’re covered, no one will see,” he told her as he kept walking.
She struggled briefly, too tired to put much of an effort into it, and finally give in. She was too sated and too exhausted to put up much of a fight.
He carried her to the truck and opening the driver’s side, moved her to the middle. He wanted her close. She slept most of the way back to her house, and he thought about how wonderful she was.
She snuggled into him as he drove, totally relaxed. Her body trusted him even though her mind hadn’t given in yet. He didn’t want her total submission, but he did want her to be able to let go during a scene and in the bedroom. It would take some time, she was too used to being on her own and independent.
Chapter Twelve
When they got to Theresa’s house, Joe was waiting. Not wanting to expose her, Alan left Theresa in the truck while he went to deal with Joe.
“Hey, asshole, where’s my sis? She in the truck?” he asked, walking up, “I want to talk to her. Since you all are doing all these upgrades on the house, I’m gonna have to raise the price.” He tried to get around Alan and look into the truck.
“Go away, Joe. She doesn’t want to deal with you.” Alan told him as he dialed his phone.
“She needs to tell me that. Who you calling, big guy?” Joe asked as he tried to shove Alan aside.
Alan ignored him and stood firmly in place. He really didn’t need this now. Theresa would be so embarrassed. She didn’t need this either.
They heard sirens and Joe ambled off to his car. “Tell my sis I’ll be back, time to blow this.” He jumped in the car and it took off with a squeal of tires.
Alan ran and opened the door, then got Theresa from the truck and got her in the house. He didn’t want to expose her to the police and wanted her in the house and safe. Laying her on the bed, he went to deal with the police. Hopefully she would sleep until he got back.
After what seemed like forever, the police were gone and Alan could go back to Theresa. They had some things to finish.
Thankfully, Theresa was still sleeping. Quickly removing his clothes, and putting his toy bag within easy reach, he crawled into the bed with her. Unwrapping her from the blanket, he ran his hands up and down her body, touching every inch he could. Pulling her tightly into his arms, he gently kissed her. He felt her body’s response before she opened her eyes.
Gazing into his eyes, Theresa gave into the feelings she had. She opened her lips and allowed him in. Following his tongue, she slipped hers into his mouth and explored him as he had her. She lifted her arms around his neck and held him close, burying her hands in his hair.
He pulled
back and looked into her eyes. “Hi,” he whispered. “We’re home.”
“Yeah, I noticed. I must have passed out.”
“You were tired.”
“I wonder why, someone wore me out, I think.” She smiled.
“Yep, and I’m about to do it again, think you’re up for it?” he asked her.
Looking down, she giggled and said, “If I’m not you definitely are.” Her eyes were big at his erection.
“Well, so I am.” He laughed back, and kissed her again. Pulling back he took both her hands in one of his and lifted them above her head. Holding them there with one hand, he reached into his bag with the other and pulled out some scarves. Taking one scarf and tying her hands together, he looped another one through the first and fastened them to the headboard. She had some movement, but couldn’t lower her hands.
Then working his way down her body with licks, nips and kisses, when he got to her feet, he spread her legs and looped a scarf around each ankle and fastened them to the foot board of the bed. Sitting back on his heels he observed his work.
“Very nice, are you in any pain?”
“No, nothing hurts,” she answered him.
“Yet,” he said threateningly.
She swallowed and looked at him. “Yet?” she questioned.
“Yet,” he said again with a smirk on his face.
“Oh…I…” Her brain didn’t seem to work and she couldn’t seem to form any words. Somewhere she had heard that anticipation was half the fun. She was definitely anticipating now.
He reached into the bag he had now placed on the bed and started pulling things out. The first thing he got was a wide black strap. “Lift up,” he told her placing one hand under her hips.
She lifted her hips and he fitted the strap around her, adjusting it so that one piece dangled above her mound, he said. “Perfect,” and fitted the vibrator to it so that it rested on her clit. Pulling another strap up between her legs from the back he fastened it so the no matter how she moved the vibe would stay in place. Adjusting the vibe to make sure it was where he wanted it, he turned it on.