Delivering His Heir

by Jesse Jordan

  Rodrigo nods, no trace of his normal smile or mocking gleam in his eyes as he looks deep into my eyes, I feel like he's peering all the way into my soul before he answers. “Jessica, it is in your weakness that you can find your true strength. So in this one matter in your new life, you will have a choice. You can go over to the closet, take off your clothes, and lay down on the bed on your back. Or I can take you to your room. You will always have the choice.”

  I swallow, looking up at Rodrigo's face, biting my lip nervously. “If I don't obey?”

  “Obedience earns you the keys to your maximum potential. Disobedience gets those taken away and keeps you limited. That's more than any punishment I can give you,” Rodrigo says levelly. “The same rules apply that I said outside here, Jessica. I will not sexually assault you, but I will train you. You will be scared, you will be in pain, you will be pushed to your limits. Still, you will have a safe word if you cannot take any more. That word is... Parmesan. And you already know the other word to release the limit on the other side, don't you?”

  I nod, hearing it echo around in my head. Master.... if I call him Master, he'll go farther, to a place that my body yearns for even just standing here in front of him. “Yes sir.”

  “Then make your choice. Silently, I don't want to hear you speak until you're either lying down or standing at the door.”

  I look around at the room, thinking for a moment before I decide to trust my instincts, and I go over to wooden wardrobe that's along one wall and open the door, finding that the inside is totally empty, with four hangars arranged on the bar that hangs at about my chest height with a wooden shelf that's above it. I take off my sweatshirt and t-shirt, using one of the hangars before I take off my sweatpants, more conscious of each square inch of my skin than I've ever been in my life. I hang up my pants and turn around, Rodrigo clearing his throat. “Your socks?”

  I look down, embarrassed and laughing nervously as I take them off, my feet cool on the smooth polished wood floor. It's not as cold as my room on the first floor of the main house, but Rodrigo doesn't have a heater going.

  The bed sheets are fine silk, smooth and arousing against my skin as I lay down, my arms at my sides, lifting my head to look at Rodrigo who stands at the base of the bed, studying me. He nods, then goes over to the wall, taking two long silk scarves off the shelf. He comes over to my right side, tying one end of the scarf to the eyelet that was originally hidden by the bed's hideaway function. He stretches it out, reaching down and taking my right wrist and wrapping it around before knotting it securely. “Now the other one.”

  I cooperate this time, knowing what he wants as he ties my left hand, and I'm stretched out. It's not too uncomfortable, although if I had to stay like this I'd have a problem, it'd probably hurt to stay like this all night.

  “You may speak,” Rodrigo says, backing away from the bed and going over to the closet. He unbuttons his shirt, peeling it off to reveal a lean, muscular chest. He's got some tattoos, but his skin is smooth and flawless otherwise, powerful chest and arm muscles that flow down to a chiseled six pack, his ribs just barely outlined against the light tan of his skin. He watches my reaction as he hangs up his shirt, not touching his pants. “What do you think?”

  “I... you're amazing, sir.”

  “And you are just as flawless in your own way,” Rodrigo says. “Now for one more thing before we begin.”

  Rodrigo goes over to the shelf and picks up the blindfold, bringing it over. “Lift your head. I promise you, my hands will not touch between your legs this training session. And you're not allowed to either. You aren't allowed to masturbate, ever, without my permission.”

  I swallow, nod, and lift my head, Rodrigo slipping the elastic over my head before darkness descends. Immediately, I can feel my heart pound harder in my chest, and I'm overtaken by a moment of panic before I feel Rodrigo's breath on my ear and he murmurs in my ear. “Remember, in your weakness you will find your strength. And you may continue to speak.”

  I force myself to calm, to focus my senses away from my vision. It comes slowly, first my hearing as I hear his shoes cross the tile floor, the leather soles and heels clicking on the smooth floor as he picks up something else. It sounds long, and I wonder if he's going to whip me with the cat when the first light stroke brushes against my thighs, making me jump.

  Whatever it is, it tickles, and I'm soon squirming, giggling helplessly as Rodrigo uses it on my thighs, on my stomach, on my armpits and even on the sensitive inside of my arms. “Sir.... sir stop, that tickles!”

  “I won't stop until I'm ready to stop,” Rodrigo promises, and suddenly the tickle changes, this time brushing over my already hard nipples. I gasp, electricity shooting through me as the light, maddening sensations shoot from my breasts to the center of my chest and down to my pussy, which begins to throb again, harder and more insistent. I part my legs a little bit, making Rodrigo chuckle. “Do you think I'd let this be dirtied by your wetness?”

  “Sir...,” I gasp deeply, the idea making me even more aroused. “Please.”

  “No,” Rodrigo says simply, the feathery tickles continuing. As they do, it feels like my entire body becomes an arousal point. The tickles disappear, replaced by even deeper warm throb of pleasure that seems to build near my pussy, just above it. Each of Rodrigo's touches send tingles though my body to this building ball of heat, a fire that I know is deeper than I've felt even last night when he spanked me.

  “Sir... oh god,” I moan as he trails the tickler up both of my thighs, barely brushing through my hair before centering around my belly button, “Sir....”

  “Let go, Jessica.”

  I'm almost sobbing in need for release when the tickling stops and I hear Rodrigo walk away, putting away the tickler before picking up something else. I feel a shift in the bed and I realize that Rodrigo's sitting on the surface next to me, and I realize something else. While I can't see anything, I can sense him. My skin, my ears, my sense of smell, all of it is growing by the second as Rodrigo's fingers brush my forehead, moving a tickling hair out of the way. “Do you want to come, Jessica?”

  “Yes sir,” I breathlessly growl, biting back the word that my body wants but another part of me still won't be able to let come out. “I want to come.”

  “Watch,” Rodrigo says, lifting my blindfold. He's dimmed the lights but still I blink as my eyes come back into focus to see him so close, his eyes dilated as he looks at my body. He reaches out, massaging my left breast with his right hand, squeezing and making my hypersensitive skin cry out as he pushes the line between painfully squeezing and pleasure. My hips start to lift off the bed, my legs falling open in silent plea for him to pound my pussy with the same strength, whether it be with his hands, his cock... the image of Rodrigo eating my pussy leaves me half sobbing in desire until he flicks my nipple with a fingertip sharply, a steely shock piercing my fantasy and bringing me back to him right here, right now.

  “You must learn to not get lost in your fantasies,” Rodrigo growls, sternly angry. “Focus on you, on your body right here, right now! Focus on me, your owner and Master, and the two of us in this instant.”

  I look him over, seeing the flush to his chest and the bulge that's clearly outlining his pants, making me lick my lips. Of course he's right, how could I miss something so awesome in a stupid fucking fantasy?

  “Sir... is that because of me?”

  “What do you think?” Rodrigo says, moving to my other breast and massaging again. He brings both pain and pleasure, adding to it when he spanks my nipples, lighter than he did against my ass but still making my eyes nearly pop out of my sockets I'm so fucking turned on.

  “Sir! Oh fuck yes! Yes!”

  Suddenly Rodrigo leans in and kisses me, his lips cutting off my words as his tongue invades my mouth. He's powerful, and I kiss him back as best I can, moaning my desire for more into his mouth before he pulls back, his eyes wide in horror. He gets off the bed, quickly composing himself.

  “I'm s
orry,” he says as he opens the closet and takes out his shirt, pulling it on but not buttoning it. “The rules... I broke the rules, and I apologize. That wasn't being a good Master to you.”

  “Sir... it was just a kiss,” I plead, by body trembling on the edge of coming again, I want him so badly. “What's wrong with that?”

  Rodrigo shakes his head again and goes to the door, turning at the door and looking at me still spread out on the bed. “Jessica, you must learn... a kiss can be more intimate than any sexual act, and more dangerous than a loaded gun. Think about that for a while. I will return later when I can be a proper Master again.”

  He leaves, my body throbbing in need, and as he goes, I feel tears in my eyes again. I want him... I want him so badly. But he's right, I don't want to let go, to let him have me totally. If I do that, there's no defense, no way to stop him from shattering not just my body, but my heart and soul.

  My chest twinges, the way I'm tied up makes it harder than normal to breathe, and I'm not used to holding this forced stretch for so long. The cold doesn't help also, and I close my eyes, forcing myself to breathe as best I can, hoping that Rodrigo comes back soon.

  Rodrigo

  After my mistake in the training room, I take a break from sensual training, both to give myself a chance to build my own discipline and to let Jessica fully understand what I demand of her. Still, with long hours to use each day, there's plenty to teach her how to do.

  “What's this sir?” Jessica asks one morning when I come into her room with a wrapped package under my arms and my duffel bag on my back. “A pillow?”

  “No, that'll come next time,” I say, noting that her room is spotless. Good girl. “Actually, this is for after your shower.”

  “Shower, sir? Really?” Jessica asks excitedly, her eyes gleaming. “Why?”

  “You did a great job on the laundry yesterday,” I say simply. “You've been trying hard, and you deserve more than just those thin sweats. Keep them though, you're not done with them by a long stretch. Now, come with me upstairs for the day.”

  As Jessica behaves better and starts to apply herself to her training, I've given her more tests as well as more privileges, although I still cannot trust her to be out of my sight. I've let her have more time out of her room, for one, joining me most meals in the dining room. In fact, it's been my most effective training tool, just taking away her chance to interact with me. But she has done little to frustrate me in the week and a half since I left her in the training room for four hours while I purged myself of my weakness, ironically in the other half of the warehouse in punishing myself with a workout that left me puking into a bucket before I was in control of myself enough to go back and untie her.

  “What is today's agenda, sir?” she asks, an improvement over yesterday when she slipped and called me Rodrigo. A lunch of just bread and water along with only being allowed to use her camp potty in her room for the day solved that.

  “Today after the shower you're going to shadow me while I exercise,” I say. “Then later, I'm expecting a visit from The Dryad, she's back in Sicily and sent me a text message, she's joining us for dinner.”

  “Should I cook?” Jessica asks, and I shake my head, inwardly pleased. She's already starting to think and anticipate like a lady.

  “No, The Dryad doesn't enjoy American style Italian, and I haven't taught you how to cook any Greek dishes yet,” I tell her. “I will have to go out for a few hours in the afternoon to get the supplies I need, so you'll be in your room, then you will shadow me as I teach you. But first... your shower.”

  I lead Jessica not to the smaller guest bathroom that I have but to my master bathroom, which when I bought the place was actually one of five small bedrooms that the villa had. She looks around in wonder as I close the door, turning to face me at the end. “This is huge.”

  “I enjoy a good shower. Now strip, put your clothes in the hamper there, and I'll hand you the first item in the package.”

  While I haven't touched or bound Jessica in the time since I kissed her, that hasn't meant that I haven't kept her aware of the sexual desires that we both feel for each other. It's the main reason I'm having her shadow me in the gym, I don't need someone to load the plates on the bar for me or to towel me off when I get sweaty. But I want her aware of my body, and I want her aware of her own fantastic body as well.

  Jessica strips almost eagerly, wanting to show me her sinfully voluptuous form, cupping her breasts as she turns around and sways her ass a little as she enters the clear glass shower cubicle.

  “First then... here,” I say, opening my duffel bag and taking out the body wash. “A lot better than simple soap.”

  Jessica takes the body wash and inhales the scent deeply, smiling in appreciation. “Thank you sir. It's heavenly.”

  I have to agree, as watching Jessica rub the luxurious exfoliating wash into her skin is heavenly erotic. The way her fingers slip and slide over her body from her neck to her waist is so arousing that if I weren't intent on training her I'd join her in the shower. As it is, I I indulge a little by opening the door when she goes to wash her legs, giving me an unobstructed view of her amazing ass and pussy winking at me from behind. “Sir?”

  “You're tremendously beautiful, Jessica. I enjoy watching you. Now, get between every toe, because there's something I want you to do next,” I reply, making her blush as she keeps washing. Both of us moan when her hand slide between the generous half globes of her ass, teasing me a look at her most intimate of spaces. “Have you ever had anal sex, Jessica?”

  She looks back, her eyes glazed in desire and her breath coming in deep draws as she looks at my cock, which is hard and throbbing in my shorts, shaking her head. “Just my fingers, sir. But I've tried to be good, I haven't masturbated at all.”

  I nod, knowing. Her room is so small, the area tight enough that if Jessica did touch herself, I could smell it hours later. “You've been very good, Jessica. Now, the next thing.”

  I reach into my bag and take out two items, a shaving gel and a razor. The blade is brand new and fresh, and I hand it to her, knowing that even if it's a safety razor, it's something she hasn't used in a while. Jessica takes it and looks at it with growing wonder, then up at me. “What do you want shaved, sir?”

  “If I say your entire body? Head to toe?” I ask, and she grimaces a little, making me laugh. “I wouldn't push you that far or ask you to touch that lovely hair. But I want your underarms, legs... and pussy totally smooth. It is a duty that you'll do at least once a week as needed.”

  Jessica nods and doesn't protest at all, taking care of her arms first before her legs before starting on her pussy carefully. I can tell from her comfort with it she's shaved before, but it's been a while, I'd say at least a month since she took the opportunity, but when she's done she's as smooth as silk from all around. “Turn around, spread your ass open and let me see if you need trimmed there too.”

  Jessica blushes but obeys, and I'm greeted to the pale pink pucker of her asshole, totally clean and luscious looking. My desire grows, and I lick my lips slowly, relishing the idea of opening her ass to all sorts of delights and experiences she's never known before. “Good. Now one last thing. Squat down... and piss.”

  “Sir?” she asks, shocked. I'm not into water sports, but this is a test for her, of her obedience.

  “I said squat down and piss!” I repeat, intentionally roughening my voice. “Spray the floor of the shower, and then you'll be done.”

  Jessica swallows but squats down, her eyes mixed with shame and desire as she shows me her glistening pussy. Her lips are pale pink and juicy, just the right amount of excess to make them look tasty, the sort of lips that I can nibble and suck on for a long, long time. She closes her eyes and tries, getting maybe a half second squirt out before she stops, half sobbing. “Sir... please, I can't do any more. I peed before you got me out of my room.”

  “You did fine, pet,” I say, complimenting her. “Shut off the water, and I have a skin
cream for you, I don't want your skin to dry. Then we'll get you dressed.”

  Jessica's surprised when she sees what her clothes are going to be, a set of form fitting jeans and a button down shirt. She does a double take though when I lay out the last two items. “Sir... underwear?”

  “You've earned them,” I say simply, watching her fondle the plain cotton bikini cut panties and utilitarian sports bra lovingly. “As you get better discipline, the quality of those goes up. I told you, Jessica, everything and every luxury... if you behave.”

  “Thank you,” Jessica says, and I hear it in her voice. For most of the week, when she says please or thank you to me, she's being polite out of fear. She's saying thank you because she fears that if she doesn't, that I'm going to punish her. The only time that's changed was when I took her to the training room, when her arousal overwhelmed her distrust and fear. Even this morning, her enthusiasm greeting me I have to balance with the fact she may have been bored silly and even spending time with me can be a break from that particular subtle punishment.

  But this time, as she slides her long, feminine legs into the cotton and pulls them up over her generous hips, she sighs happily, a soft whimper of pleasure coming from her lips when she nestles it against her freshly shaved pussy. She pulls on her bra, the fit perfect after she adjusts the shoulder straps before she puts on the rest of her new clothes. Turning, her damp hair still hanging over her shoulder, her eyes go wide when she sees my last set of gifts for her. “Sir...”

  “A true lady knows how to keep herself looking good. For that, you need some tools,” I say, handing her the brush and comb kit. “Keep that in your room, and you can use it whenever you want. And this.”

  It's my first big test really of Jessica, handing her the running shoes. With them, if she gets past the walls she can easily get away, something that her sandals weren't really meant for. Jessica takes them with respect though and squats down, putting them on and knotting them properly before kneeling on the floor. “Thank you, sir.”