Her Master's Heart

by Lawrence Southwick

  A Dom never punishes in anger, and boy he hadn’t just been angry—he’d been enraged. That would be enough to prevent him from doling out any discipline. It would decrease his control and render him less able to gage the strength of his blows. He'd also be less sensitive when observing her responses. This could result in serious injury, something to be avoided at all times.

  A Dom's ultimate goal is a power exchange. He gives pain for pleasure as well as to educate, never to injure.

  His Little Bird needed and deserved his attention, more than he needed to punish Chloe. That little witch! Robin was hurting. His first and ultimate priority is, and always would be, his sub's welfare. He needed to do damage control. He couldn't allow her to think Chloe spoke any truth.

  Another thought crossed his mind. What Chloe had said to Robin, implied jealousy. She wanted Robert's attention. She didn't deserve that privilege. She didn't even deserve a glance from him in her direction.

  He certainly didn't want her to think he'd get off to any degree, on any level, by any interactions with her. It was best he kept his distance from her permanently. Robert trusted John. He knew his punishment would be best for all involved.

  Although he remained extremely angry with Chloe, Robert carefully schooled his face. He didn't want Robin to think he was angry or upset with her. He felt only positive things towards her; like affection, desire and protectiveness.

  Robert was thrilled when she so readily agreed to his plan to stay with her tonight. He was concerned she'd resist. Once she was in his car, he drove through the darkness, in silence.

  He seemed to be able to read Robin like a book. That made it easier to be her Dom. It would help keep them on the same page. He watched her gaze out the window with blind eyes, as they drove. She remained deep inside her head, thinking too hard.

  She was always doing that.

  It appeared her thoughts were usually full of her insecurities and anxiety, negative fodder directed inward. It seemed difficult, if not impossible, for her to fully relax and be in the moment. It often seemed as though her self-defeating thoughts were akin to a hamster running endlessly on its wheel. She was running so fast, yet getting her nowhere but feeling insecure.

  Robert wanted to help her. He wanted her to feel good about herself, to be able to see herself as the amazing, sexy and beautiful woman she was. He knew he could pull her out of her negative thought loop. He could help her to let go of the internal negative self-talk and all of the nonsense that held her back. He could help her soar.

  Robert wanted to pound on his steering wheel in frustration. Their scene had been so incredibly wonderful. It had been a perfect introduction for her, and now it was spoiled by the insensitive and brutal remarks of a total shithead.

  Fuck that catty asshole. I hate that vicious bitch for hurting my sweet Robin. She didn’t deserve that!

  Robert regretted ever playing with Chloe. It had been about a year ago, and it only happened due to the dearth of real women playing at the club, so he succumbed to his baser urges. He was never actually attracted to her or her type. Although he could see she was pretty, she wasn't what he wanted.

  He was ashamed to admit to himself she'd been little more to him than a real-life blow up doll. He'd have done better with an actual blow up doll, or his own hand, for that matter. She could never scratch his itch.

  Now, that mistake of his was coming back to haunt him. It hurt deeply that it was directed toward Robin. She was an innocent in this mess he'd created. She was sweet, lovely and delicate. She'd had nothing to do with his lack of desire for Chloe.

  How was he going to reclaim his Little Bird? He needed to get her out of her head and back into the moment. He could only think of one way.

  It meant accelerating things for her, moving along faster than he'd planned. He was afraid if he backed off or went too slow right now, he might lose her. Robert didn't want that. The mere thought of losing her upset him.

  He was astonished by just how much he liked having her around. He wanted to be her tour guide and mentor into kink.

  They had a connection. It was chemistry, obvious since their first touch, but it went deeper than that. He desired her more intensely than he had any other woman. They barely knew each other… barely spent any time together. Yet, she already meant so much to him.

  He didn’t want to lose her.

  Since he'd met her, Robin had possessed his thoughts and fantasies. He felt as though he could never get enough of her. He thought about her, he dreamed of her, and couldn't wait to see her again. He was sure he wanted her to stay in his life. He wanted MORE of her, not less.

  Chapter 12.

  ROBERT

  When they pulled into the driveway of his house, a sprawling old farmhouse out in East Amherst, Robin startled out of her reverie.

  “Where are we?” she asked, as she looked around, trying to regain her bearings.

  Robert got out of the car and came around to open her door for her. “This is my home, Little Bird.”

  She looked upset and began to shake her head fervently, “Oh, no. Please, I need to go home...I...”

  He gently put his fingers across her lips and shushed her. “You're on voice restriction now. No speaking, Little Bird, unless you want to safe word.”

  Her eyes widened, but she said nothing.

  He helped her from the car and guided her into his house, with his hand on the small of her back. All he could think about was how soft her lips had been, against his fingers when he silenced her. He wanted those lips, that mouth, those breasts, that lovely pussy…

  He realized just how much he wanted all of her. He wanted to make her come again and again. He wanted to take her, and to get release, as well. He wanted to feel her squeeze his cock during her orgasm while he came within her body.

  He led her into the living room and threw a sofa cushion on the floor, pointing at it.

  Reluctantly, Robin knelt on the pillow, pulling her skirt down to hide her panty-less state. Robert sat in the chair next to her. He pulled her head to his thigh, resting it there lightly and began to pet her head and shoulders, paying particular attention to weaving his hand through her silky brown and gray hair. It was a delightful feeling, calming for both of them. It caused an affectionate connection between them that he cherished.

  Using the remote control, he activated his stereo system, selecting soft music to help settle and soothe her further.

  For ten minutes or more, neither of them said anything. Finally, Robert began to feel her relax under his ministrations. The tension left her shoulders, and her neck softened.

  When he spoke, his voice was very low. She had to strain a little to hear him.

  “You were such a good girl, tonight. You were everything I could ever want you to be, so beautiful, so responsive. I want you to pay no heed to what Chloe said to you. She doesn't even know and has no idea how wrong she was. Ignore her ranting as you would the tide, sweeping in and out. You were very pleasing to me, and that's all that matters. You're a good girl."

  A good girl. A good girl.

  His words fell on her like beats from a metronome, sinking into her brain and shutting off the loud voices that had been jabbering nonstop within her, at her, since her run-in with Chloe. She'd internalized all of those hateful words, hearing them endlessly. Her own mind was telling her she's unworthy, ugly, fat, old and undesirable. That Robert wouldn't want anything to do with her.

  The words that replaced them were Robert's own comforting, warm and supportive murmurs. They were what she most needed to hear. These healing words became more powerful because they came from the one from whom they needed to come.

  She ached to please him and to be desired by him. Robin sighed and snuggled closer to his thigh, grasping his leg with both hands.

  All of her black thoughts left her, and she lay happily in the warm cocoon of his embrace. She began to revel in the feel of his hand gliding over her, tucking strands of her hair behind her ear.

  Robert felt
her relax even further and smiled grimly. It wasn't subspace, but at least it approximated the Aftercare that she should've had at the Club.

  This time was important for them. As much as he wanted to have sex with her, he found himself wanting to connect and bond with her on other levels as well. It would help her feel not only relaxed, but also wanted for whom she is.

  He wanted Robin, herself, as well as her body.

  When he decided she was ready, he spoke to her again, in low, commanding tones.

  “I want you to stand up, and go to my bedroom. It's the first door on the right, upstairs. Remove all of your clothes, and get on the bed on your knees and elbows, head down, ass up. I'll be along shortly.”

  He heard her breathe in sharply, but with only a slight hesitation, she obeyed him. She rose to her feet and moved towards the stairs without a backwards glance. His pride in her, soared.

  She's a good girl; so good. Now it's time to reward her. I can barely wait. Mmm. I want this so much. I want HER so much.

  ~~~

  OTHER

  The bondage club was turning out to be a regular thing for her. Who'd have thought? He was settling in for a long wait, when suddenly she and Guy came out together. Whoa. He looks pissed.

  Upon closer inspection, it was apparent she'd been crying. Well, well, well. Fun times at the BDSM club. I wonder if the slut enjoyed what she got.

  Guy bundled her into his car and drove away slowly. They left her car behind in the parking lot. Taking the time to write down his license plate number, he followed behind, but not too closely.

  Guy drove for quite a while, all the way out to East Amherst, a tiny suburb where houses usually sold in the mid-six figures. When they pulled up to a nice house, he parked back on the street, far enough away not to be noticed by the couple. He was sure to avoid any streetlights.

  He'd have to be careful. Cops patrolled this area regularly.

  He watched as Guy guided her to the front door, his hands always touching her, on her arm, her face, her lower back. Then they were inside, and the door closed behind them.

  He did reconnaissance, but all of the windows were shielded with heavy blinds or drapes, and there was no other egress except in the case of emergency. Disappointed, he retreated to his car and resumed his vigil. She'd have to come out at some point.

  ~~~

  ROBERT

  Moments later, Robert ascended the stairs and walked into his bedroom. The figure on his bed took his breath away.

  Damn. Is she even aware of how beautiful and sexy she is like this? She has no clue; all she seems to see of herself is what she wrongly perceives as flaws. It's so sad; it's sad and it's wrong.

  She was in a pose of supplication, with her ass high and her arms and head buried in the sheets of the bed. Seeing her like this made his cock hard. He was like a walking erection since he'd met her. Whenever he saw her, or even thought of her, he'd get aroused. He desperately wanted to lunge at her and seat himself in her, balls deep.

  His fingers itched to grab onto those deliciously wide, fleshy hips of hers. He wanted to watch, and feel himself disappear within her core, as he'd draw her back against him. He wanted to feel the cushion of her ass against his balls and abdomen. Those hips and that ass of hers were so soft; they weren't narrow and bony.

  He wanted to listen to her gasps, hear her little mewling cries, feel her shudders and make her scream out her orgasms. He wanted to feel her muscles clench and grip his cock, rhythmically, coaxing his own orgasm from him.

  Robert set down a glass of fruit juice with plenty of ice on the table by the bed. He knew she liked this from their time at the restaurant.

  He'd already gleaned many useful little nuggets of information about her preferences simply by observing her during their extremely limited time together. That was the Dom in him, the more he knew about his sub, the better a Dom he could be for her.

  Robert made it a point to see, hear, smell, taste and even feel any information she'd knowingly, or inadvertently, convey. He'd trained himself to pick up on even the subtlest nuances and responses. Any Dom worth his weight in salt was an expert observer who worked on a feedback system.

  He glided his hand down her back, resting at the apex of her ass. “Sir...?” Her voice was rusty.

  Robert slapped her on the ass, not gently. “That was before, Little Bird. Here, you'll call me 'Master Robert' or 'Master.'”

  Robin had a full body shiver at his words. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her breathing already quickening.

  Robert loved how he affected her. He loved her responsiveness. She was so sensitive, like a raw, open nerve ending, exposed for his pleasure. Oh, that filled him with pleasure. She filled him with pleasure. She was a delight for his senses. He felt ten feet tall and as powerful as a god at that moment. His cock strained in his pants, as if struggling to break free of its bonds. He was longing to take her, to possess her, to mark her as his.

  With much focus and difficulty, he throttled himself back. He examined her buttocks, looking for any a sign of the spanking he'd given her at the Club. There was nothing, no visual evidence. Her lovely, lush ass was unmarked. He knew she'd still be sore. He didn't go easy on her delicate skin. Twenty strikes was a decent spanking, especially for someone with her total lack of experience.

  Oh, but didn't she rise to the challenge beautifully? He barely stifled a groan at the memory.

  Good. Although he wanted to leave his mark on her, he was happy that a relatively light hand spanking, for his standards, wouldn't bruise her. That meant that she could take much more, physically, at least.

  Robert began to salivate at the thought of all he wanted to do to her. Yet, he knew he must proceed with caution. Had it not been for Chloe's abuse, Robin wouldn't have been here tonight. All of their play would've remained confined to the club, at least for a while.

  The silver lining.

  He was quite aware that her being here tonight, after only their first scene, was a huge break in protocol. He needed to be careful and play it somewhat cool. Robert wanted to show her how much he wanted her. He wanted to help her let go, to step out of her mind and soar. He wanted them both to enjoy each other, and he wanted to educate her. However, this remained the first night of her foray into BDSM. He must keep that crucial fact in mind.

  Robert stroked her backside and slipped his fingers between her sopping folds. She was so snug, warm and slippery. She felt delightful. As soon as he penetrated her, she groaned loudly and began to buck against him, trying to push his fingers in deeper.

  He pulled out of her instantly and slapped her inner thigh once, twice, three times.

  Robin moaned her disappointment at the loss.

  “Spread your knees apart wider and stop moving. Be still. Just lie quietly and take what I give you.”

  Immediately, she ceased moving, save for spreading her knees wider. She settled into position for him.

  “What do you say?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master.” Her response was whispered, breathy.

  She was already in a submissive mind-set. She was a natural. Born for this.

  “This is 'supplication pose.' You need to learn several poses, so you can assume them upon my command. I'll teach you to move with subtle grace and deep submission." He smiled. “In a very short time, you'll be an accomplished submissive.”

  Once again, a full body tremor rippled through her. The delicious aroma of her arousal filled the room like a fine perfume. Goose bumps stood out on her delicate flesh. He knew it wasn't because of the temperature. Her breath came in little tight gasps, punctuated by moans.

  Robert ran his hands all over her body, feeling the sweet curves of her flesh. This was no lightweight poseur, no waif-like child or boyish looking girl without hips or breasts. This was a woman, with hips and curves made to cradle a man.

  Robert gloried in the feel of her, in the heaviness of her breasts, the beauty of her plump ass, her solid legs. God, she's beautiful.

  He could see
the network of tiny white lines that spread across her back, and he assumed her front, as well. They were delicate stretch marks, from carrying two children to term. They told a story, it was just part of the story of her life; evidence of her experience. They were beautiful to him. They were part of her. He wanted to trace them all with his tongue.

  He let his mind drift, as he thought about the welts he wanted to lay across her ass, parallel red lines marking her well.

  He thought about silver clamps with tiny screws that could be tightened cruelly, decorating her plump nipples. He wanted to put his mouth on those breasts that had suckled her babies.

  He pictured her bound by leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, with tiny padlocks, ensuring they could only be removed when he decided.

  Robert nearly ejaculated in his pants at these thoughts.

  Soon—I can wait a bit longer. She deserves that from me. She deserves everything from me.

  Chapter 13.

  ROBIN

  Robin was swamped with so many different feelings, including anticipation, apprehension and pure arousal. She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs and felt as if she could barely breathe.

  This is what I've been looking for. This is what's been missing from my life, what I've needed. Oh my God! This is better than I'd ever allowed myself to imagine.

  Master Robert was running his hands over her in a very proprietary way, grasping, pinching and pulling. It was as if her body was his brand new toy. He was playing with it, testing it, taking inventory of his new property. He seemed to be trying to claim her with his hands alone.

  Normally, such brazen possessive behavior would have driven her crazy, making her pull away and slap at his hands. However, her reaction to Master Robert's doling out this manner of touch, was far from normal for her. She couldn't understand why she wanted something that would've repelled her in the past.