It didn't take her long to reach her room, but the whole way there she worried that something might have already happened to the expensive gift she'd been given. Walking through the door she took out her phone and dropped onto the couch. She needed to talk to her best friend about the strange end to the morning and was glad when Janie answered after just a couple of rings.
7
READY, SET, ACTION
"You mean he just gave you a sports car?" Janie asked, an incredulous, and slightly jealous, look on her face as she sat at the kitchen island to sip at her coffee.
"It's not about the car, Janie, which I'm sure is worth more than all my student loans, it's how he acted when I didn't want to take it." She paced the small kitchen, feeling like she was in well over her head.
"Honey, Rhett is a control freak, that's why he's a Dom; of course he wanted you to take the car without question." Janie laughed at her friend's naivety; she had a lot to learn about doms.
"I feel like he's buying me off, and I don't like it." She shuddered, and stopped pacing long enough to brace her hands against the island as she lowered her head miserably.
"Do you know how many girls would give just about anything to be in your position, to have some guy give them a sports car?" She couldn't understand why her friend was freaking out.
"I'm not like those other girls, and I don't like the idea that he's paying me to be with him." The thought disturbed her, and more than a little. She wanted to be with Rhett, she didn't like the thought of not being with him, but being paid for it was something that didn't sit well with her.
"I seriously doubt he sees it that way, Leah. He's a very generous man, and toys like that, well, they just don't mean as much to him as they would to you. With the money he's got a car like that is nothing, he can replace it any time he wants, hell he could afford to give away a Lamborghini every week and not think about it.
"Think of it like you buying, oh I don't know, buying me a coffee. You'd do that without thinking about it because to you a coffee doesn't cost much; well to him, that car doesn't cost much." Janie didn't really understand, she knew plenty of girls who would be willing to do a lot more than Leah had up to then in exchange for a gift like she had received.
"I guess you're right, it's just a difference in status thing, but a gift like that blows me away." Leah felt her resolve begin to weaken and taking a deep breath she tried to calm the part of her mind that screamed it was wrong of her to accept the gift.
"Trust me on this, if he wants to pamper you, let him. It's not going to hurt his bank account, and fighting over it won't do you any good. In the end you'll accept his gifts, and refusing, even temporarily, will only hurt his feelings." She knew just how intense Rhett could be when he wanted something, but as intense as he could be he also enjoyed pampering his pets.
Leah doubted Janie could understand where she was coming from. Her entire life her friend had been spoiled, and given material things, mostly as bribes from her absentee father, and if not from him then from boyfriends, so it came naturally to her. At the same time she could appreciate what Janie was saying, for someone with Rhett's money, a car was no different than the numerous things she had bought for friends over the years. "I'm sure you're right, Janie," she said finally. "I was just overwhelmed by it."
"Good, now that that's settled, let's go take a spin in your new car." As far as Janie was concerned, the conversation was over. Leah understood that Rhett enjoyed giving her things, and she should accept them happily.
They drove around until it was time for Leah to get ready for work. The whole time she forced herself to smile; the car was incredible, there was no denying that, she just hoped her conscience would settle down and stop worrying so much about being given such a valuable gift.
The eight hours she spent at work passed with her in a daze, but by the time she made it back to her dorm to get ready to see Rhett again she had managed to calm down.
Her concerns over the cost of the gift Rhett had given her, and its implications, were pushed from her mind the moment she got into the car to drive to his place. They were replaced by thoughts of what was going to happen that night; she was consumed by the possibilities, and scenarios ran through her mind like someone had turned on a projector screen in there. Everything that Rhett and Janie had told her of the lifestyle, not to mention the things she'd witnessed that first night, threw up images that left her both nervous and excited.
When she arrived the butler opened the door and led her straight down to the dungeon, where he told her Rhett would be with her momentarily. Remembering the instructions she'd been given she self-consciously waited until the butler had gone and then crossed to the changing room to undress.
She was trembling nervously as she walked back out of the room and knelt awkwardly where he'd told her to wait. She knelt as she would under any other circumstances, but had no idea if that was right, or if there was some special way she was supposed to be kneeling. She hoped she was doing it right, she didn't want to be punished again, and certainly not for something as silly as kneeling wrong.
When Rhett entered the dungeon, still dressed in his suit, her breath caught in her throat. Even though she was embarrassed by her humiliating position before the cross, she couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of him. He looked both formidable and sexy, and she wanted him to take her, right there and then.
He didn't speak for several minutes; he just walked around her slowly, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body. "I like seeing you this way," he said finally, all business as one hand went to stomach and the other to her back, straightening her posture. Lifting her chin so her head was up he commanded her curtly, "lower your eyes." His large hands moved down her body then to the insides of her thighs, which he pushed apart. "Keep your legs open, like this, so I can touch what is mine. I want nothing preventing me access to what is mine unless I give you permission. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Leah responded quickly, enjoying the feel of his hands on her.
He pushed her hair back over her shoulders so his eyes could feast on her breasts. "This is how I want you." His hand cupped one of her breasts, enjoying the way he could encompass the entire breast in just one hand, and the way her nipple hardened instantly at his touch. "Tonight, sweet girl, I am going to film you. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you submit to me."
His words provoked a sharp intake of breath from her; she was still getting used to being naked in front of him, and the thought of him filming her while she was undressed made her distinctly uncomfortable. "Sir?" she whispered softly, not sure if she was allowed to talk or not.
"I'll allow you to talk this time, Leah, but understand that it's only because you are new to this. In the future, unless you plan on using your safe words, you don't speak without my permission. Now, what questions do you have in that sexy little mind of yours?"
He was in complete Dom mode, she noted, and that made her reluctant to speak, but she knew she had to. "Will anyone else see this tape, Sir?" she asked. She had heard of too many instances where girls had allowed themselves to be videoed or photographed by people they thought they could trust, only to find those images being shared around, or worse yet, being posted on the internet. The thought of something like that terrified her, not least because it could have a massively negative effect on her future employment prospects.
He chuckled at her question. "Baby, unless I personally invite someone in on our time together, you can be assured I won't be sharing you with anyone."
For a moment she was relieved, and then the rest of his statement sank in. "You would invite someone in with us, Sir?" She hadn't considered that as a possibility before and the thought of someone else not only seeing her naked body, but perhaps touching it, made her tremble.
"Enough, Leah; if I choose to do that then it will happen, but you have your safety nets in place should you be uncomfortable with it. This discussion is over now, are we clear?"
Excuse me for breathing, sh
e thought angrily, not liking his high-handed attitude. "Yes, Sir, as you command," she said before she could stop herself. The moment the words were out she realized it was a mistake.
"I can see someone took their smartass pill before coming over tonight. It seems we need a little attitude adjustment before we begin." Though he kept his face straight and didn't show any of it, he was amused by her attitude, and privately willing to admit that he was being a little unfair on her.
Despite his amusement at her response, he knew he had to show her who was in control. She might be new to the lifestyle, and still learning, but she needed to know what behavior was and wasn't acceptable.
"Stand up." He didn't wait for her to comply, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up until she was on her feet, ignoring the gasp of pain his action prompted.
A tremor of fear moved through Leah as she was hauled unceremoniously to her feet. It was clear she had overstepped some invisible boundary. Briefly she considered pulling herself free, if that was actually possible, and running for it, rather than face whatever punishment he was about to dish out. She also thought about using her safe word. She quickly dismissed those ideas however, doing either would mean the ten nights were up and she really didn't want that, despite the situation just then.
Stiffening her resolve she told herself that whatever he was about to do to her, she could take it.
He didn't miss the change in her demeanor and hid his smile at the thought of how easily he could break her, if he chose to do so. "Since you obviously have issues controlling your mouth, I think you need to understand what happens to naughty little girls who don't do what they're told." He thought for a second she was going to react to him suggesting she was a child, her body stiffened and her lips parted as though she was about to say something. She obviously thought better of the impulse however for she closed her mouth and kept quiet.
"Lean over the bench, girl." He watched as she struggled to position herself over the angled leather bench. It forced her heart-shaped ass up in the air and left her lower body leaning forward, pointed towards the floor. "You'll feel two small handlebars by your hands, take hold of them." He waited until she grabbed the small bars then continued. "Nice view from this angle, sweetheart," he chuckled. "Now don't move, or this is going to be much worse for you."
Once she was positioned how he wanted her he walked over to a cupboard and took out a riding crop and leather paddle. He wasn't sure which he would use, perhaps both, he thought, depending on how she responded.
Making his way back over to the couch he dropped both the riding crop and the paddle at his feet. His hands went to her firm ass and he massaged her cheeks while he spoke to her in a firm but low voice. "This isn't for fun, little girl, I don't like you talking back to me; when we're done here I expect you to remember the lesson." He continued kneading her flesh. "Tell me your safe words." He wanted to make sure she understood she could stop things if it became overwhelming.
His little speech had her trembling in fear, despite her resolve of just a minute or so before, and it took her overstimulated mind a few seconds to remember. "Yellow and red, Sir," she answered once she brought the words to mind, afraid now of what he was about to do.
"Good girl." He reached down and picked up the leather paddle. He rubbed it in small circles over her butt cheeks for a few seconds before raising it and bringing it down hard.
She cried out at the unexpected pain, and gripped the bars tighter. This definitely wasn't a feeling she enjoyed, she thought as her ass throbbed.
"Are you going to open that pretty little mouth to me like that again, little girl?" Bringing down the paddle on her other cheek he enjoyed the splash of red that stained her pale ass while he waited for her to speak.
"N-no, S-sir," she whimpered, her backside burned and she tensed, waiting for the hated thing to land again.
"I'm sure you won't." He brought the paddle down again and again in increasing intensity, until her beautiful ass was a bright crimson. He enjoyed the sight, and was impressed that she hadn't used her words to end it.
With the paddle held loosely at his side he used his free hand to massage her flesh lightly. Noting how she tensed he decided he'd gone far enough for one night. She was much more resilient than he'd initially thought, that pleased him greatly. "Do you need me to remind you some more, or have you learned your lesson?" He was ready to end things but she needed to be the one that broke.
Leah fought against the urge to sob uncontrollably at the burning pain. She knew it was childish, but she refused to let him win. "N-no, Sir!" She was past ready for the agony to end, but her pride wouldn't let her concede defeat. She didn't like the fact that he'd brought her to the point of tears, and burning ass or not, she was not going to back down, as far as she was concerned she hadn't done anything wrong.
The defiant tone of her response gave him his answer, and it blew his mind; his mouth hung open slightly as he tried to regroup. He had expected her to beg him to stop and knew she'd have a hard time sitting in the morning if he continued. His little girl was a hard case, he bit back a smile and decide to change tactics. "Well I guess we'll just have to reinforce the lesson, little girl. Don't move!"
Returning to the cupboard he took out a video camera and tripod. He had stationary cameras set up around the dungeon, but those just wouldn't do for what he was after then. He wanted close-ups of her face so he set the camera up in front of her, where it would capture her face and body. "I want you to have the tape I am about to make, so you'll think twice the next time you consider talking back to me, or doing anything else you know I wouldn't approve of."
He wasn't about to paddle her anymore, he knew her tender flesh couldn't take anymore without causing her more damage than she could recover from easily. There were other ways for him to punish her though, ways that were more mental than physical, and he doubted it would be long before she was demanding he stop.
Pushing record he collected a few more items from the cupboard. "Remember, girl, you can stop this at any time." His tone suggested it would be a good idea for her to remember that. He was impressed that she was holding out so well when she was so clearly in pain, it proved to him that she was made to be a submissive, even if she didn’t know it.
I'm not bound to this stupid contraption, Leah thought; she could get up any time she wanted. She knew she was being stubborn, unnecessarily so, but some instinct told her that as much as he wanted her to obey him, he wanted someone who would force him to dominate them, not someone who would submit to him easily. "Yes, Sir." She imbued her voice with all the insolence she could muster, determined to prove to him that she was worthy to be his submissive, even if she didn't understand how she knew what he wanted from her.
While she tensed her body, waiting for whatever he was going to do next, she wondered just how far he would go. Would he go so far as to leave her with marks? The thought sent a shiver through her which she did her best to ignore. She didn't think he would go to that extreme, but she couldn't be certain.
Damn she was feisty, Rhett shook his head. He would never have expected it of her at their first meeting. It made the challenge of taming her all the more exciting.
Lighting a candle he held it above her. "Bad little girls need to learn to show respect," he told her, tilting the candle he moved it over the top of her already stinging ass so the dripping wax left a trail across her flaming skin.
Leah gasped as each drip of wax struck her. The combination of the hot wax on her paddled cheeks was almost too much to bear, but as the wax cooled the pain subsided and she relaxed.
When she didn't react the way he expected Rhett lowered the candle closer to her butt and dripped another trail of molten wax across it. Her soft whimpers proved to him that tough as she was trying to be, she was close to cracking.
"Had enough yet, little girl?" He really wanted to stop the punishment, take her upstairs, and make love to her; after all, her infraction wasn't that bad. He couldn't do what he wanted until sh
e conceded though, if he gave in before she did then he would lose all authority and control over her, and that wasn't something he was prepared to do.
"No, Sir," Leah forced out. Her body screamed at her to submit, to say what he wanted to hear and end the pain and humiliation, but the stubborn streak in her wouldn't allow it.
"Just remember you asked for this, baby." He picked up a bottle of lube and covered his finger before moving back to her. Spreading her ass cheeks he drenched her tight bud with the oil.
Leah held her breath as his finger touched her there, hoping he was just toying with her. She knew she would break if he did what she thought he was about to. She tensed as she felt his finger circling the tight opening.
"Are you sorry for being a smartass?" he asked; from how tight her body was strung he knew he was winning the battle of wills.
She wanted to hit him at that moment, more than she had ever wanted to hit anyone, even her father after the way he had treated her mother. She had no doubt he was going to go through with it if she didn't submit, and it would hurt, but still she couldn't bring herself to.
Anal sex was something she'd never considered before; hell, who was she skidding, she thought, she'd never even considered regular sex until she met Rhett. The idea of it turned her stomach slightly. Despite that, the words that came out of her mouth were a denial, "N-no, Sir." It was the tone of his voice that made her say it, she was sure, he sounded so sure of his victory over her. She didn't like the idea that he could bend her to his will so easily.
He pushed his index finger against her tight bud, barely entering her. "Are you sure about that?" She was going to fold; he knew it. It took weeks to properly prepare a submissive for what he was doing, to be sure she wasn't hurt, and Leah was nowhere near ready. As much as he found the thought of her not folding a delicious fantasy, he had no desire to hurt her.
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