She followed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He strutted past their bedroom and to another door across the hall. Placing his hand on the shiny nickel doorknob, he faced her.
“My office.”
The walls were covered with bookcases, stuffed with books. Short of a school library, Sam had never seen so many books gathered in one place. She went to the first bookshelf and fingered the texts.
“Have you read all of these?”
“Most, not all. Some I use as references.”
She perused the titles. There were books on engineering, ships, shipbuilding, metal, and a few on the different oceans around the world. “I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be. I need them for my business.” He moved to his walnut desk in the center of the room. “I want you to spend the day in here, learning about all the things I want to do to you.” He opened his laptop and typed something. “Tonight, when I get home, we will discuss which ones you want to try, and the ones you prefer to avoid.” He pulled out the desk chair and waved for her to take a seat.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to look up cooking tips instead?”
He opened a drawer on the side of the desk and retrieved a yellow legal pad. “You’re not here to cook for me, Sam. You’re here to please me.” He placed the pad down next to the computer.
“What happens if I can’t do that? Will you get rid of me?”
He stood back from her chair. “We are a work in progress. We have four weeks to smooth out the kinks.”
Sebastian stopped at his office door. “Don’t forget to put the clothes I bought you away in your closet, and keep your phone with you throughout the day. I like to check in.”
Sighing, Sam eyed the pad and found a long list of sexual acts. Turning to the computer, she stared at the blinking curser with a feeling of dread. Maybe ignorance was bliss. If she learned too much, she feared she might pack her bag and return to her boring life. Then again ….
“Here goes nothin’.”
* * *
As the elevator climbed to his penthouse, Sebastian felt his cock stirring. She would be there, naked and waiting for him. The idea of seeing her body, touching her again, made him hard. He had it bad with this one. All she had to do was look at him with those blue eyes and he was a goner.
“Discipline, Dane, discipline.”
When the elevator doors opened, he rushed to his front door and hastily punched in the code on his keypad. What would he do to her tonight? He wanted to fuck her again. A long, hard, deep fuck that would take away all of his longing for her … well, take it away for about ten minutes. No, he had to be tough. It was the stage in her training where he had to be resolute, make her want him, make her ache to please him.
The door to his home popped open, and he hurried inside.
Just at the base of the steps, she was waiting; the black collar around her neck and nothing else. He slowly descended the steps.
“Good evening, Sam.”
Her smile was earth-shattering. “Welcome home, Sir.”
A sudden twitch of suspicion seized him; she looked too comfortable, too placid. “Did you destroy anything while I was away?”
She came up to him. Her arms went around his neck and he remembered his duty. After untangling himself from her embrace, the look of recrimination she gave him stung, but he had to stay strong.
Sebastian removed his jacket and nodded to the stairs. “What did you learn today?”
“Well, that would depend on whether or not I am your sub, or the daughter of a Methodist minister.”
Uh oh, that wasn’t a good start. “You were the daughter of a Methodist minister. You’re mine now.”
“In that case, I won’t call you depraved and sadistic. What I found was enlightening, titillating, and some of it … disturbing.”
He set his jacket on the arm of the sofa. “What did you find disturbing?”
“The videos I watched on YouTube.”
“Yes, I guess that would be disturbing.” He sat down on the sofa, spreading his arms behind him. “What acts were distasteful to you?”
“Anal fisting. I don’t want to try it … ever.”
“That would be scary to someone with your limited experience.”
“Have you done that to a woman before?”
Sebastian gave a curt nod. “Yes.”
Her brow crinkled. “And they liked it?”
Her innocence was so seductive. “Yes.” He stood from the sofa, his cock getting tight in his briefs. Walking up to her, he fought not to smile. “What about the other things on the list: fellatio, vaginal fisting, anal sex, rimming, and the Venus Butterfly?”
She twisted her hands together. “Um … yes, they’re fine.”
He inched up to her. “Fine?” He sighed. “I need to hear, ‘Yes I want to do them, Sir.’”
She dropped her eyes to her hands. “Yes, I want to do them, Sir.”
“Are you embarrassed?”
She nodded.
“Don’t be. These are things I want to do to you. If I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.”
The breath that left her lips sounded relieved. He pulled her to the sofa. “Let’s get started on that list.” He unzipped his pants and sat down. Pointing to the floor in front of the sofa, he told her, “Kneel.” He took her hand and slipped it into his briefs. “Pull out my cock and put it in your mouth.”
Her hands were so gentle, her fingers just brushed along his skin, sending waves of electricity crashing into his groin. When her lips touched his tip, he dug his nails into the soft fabric of the sofa.
“Move me slowly in and out of your mouth.” He raised his hips slightly as she maneuvered his cock deeper into her mouth.
Her mouth felt so good. Sebastian wanted to close his eyes, sit back, and enjoy it, but he needed to concentrate.
“That’s it.” He gritted his teeth as she pushed him to the back of her throat.
Oh, God.
Sam began banging his tip against the back of her throat, driving him crazy. She was really good at this. Her lips were so tight around him. His nails dug deeper into the sofa.
It did not take long for that fire to erupt in his balls. She was making him come faster than anyone. He tried to force down the sensation, holding off, but her mouth was too damn tempting. When the eruption started, he put his hands on her head, pumping her up and down.
“I’m going to come in your mouth. And you’re going to take it.”
He closed his eyes, rocking his hips. He groaned as he exploded into her mouth. He wanted to cry out but held back. She was taking him, swallowing his cum, which only added to his orgasm.
Sebastian was resting against the sofa, his eyes closed as she climbed into his lap. Her lips were on his neck.
“I liked that.” She kissed his neck. “I liked having you under my power.”
Her words disturbed him. He had been under her power since the first day he had seen her in his mother’s ICU room.
Picking her up in his arms, Sebastian flipped her on the sofa. “Your power?”
He needed to show her he was the one in control. He climbed on top of her, pressing her face into the cushions.
“I’m not under your power.” The first slap on her ass, she wiggled beneath him. “I am your Dom … say it, Sam.”
“You’re my Dom,” she echoed, her voice muffled by the sofa cushions.
The second slap, he felt her body shudder. “Repeat, I am yours to control.”
“I am yours to control.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.
The last slap across her right butt cheek made it turn a nice shade of pink. “Tell me you are mine,” he growled, his lips next to her ear
She whimpered beneath him. “I’m yours, Sir.”
He shifted off her back and sat on the edge of the sofa, shaking. Combing his hand through his hair, he fought to regain control.
“What did I do wrong?” she questioned, sitting up beside him.
“You’re never to think you
have any power over me, Sam. I tell you what to do, how to do it, what to say, what to be. It’s time you understood that.” He got up from the sofa.
“I’m sorry.”
Closing his eyes, he shot down the urge to take her in his arms and kiss away all of her misery. “Let’s get started on teaching you how to not burn down my kitchen.”
“Are you angry with me?”
Her words cut through him. “No, Sam. I’m not angry.”
Avoiding his eyes, she stood from the sofa and walked into his kitchen. Watching her little ass wiggle in front of him only made him feel even more like an asshole.
* * *
Sam was fast asleep when Sebastian climbed from the bed. His mind was restless, mostly with thoughts of her. He had stuck to his decision not to touch her for the rest of the evening. She needed to go without pleasure for a while. He had to make it a reward; he had to make her work for it. Sadly, part of him didn’t want to stick to that plan.
Thoughts of fucking her made him clench his jaw. Had it been this hard with the others?
No. With them, it had been straight submission, nothing … emotional.
Leaving his bedroom, he itched for something to cut the turmoil seeping into his soul. In his office, he went to his desk and opened the bottom drawer. Pulling out the bottle of scotch he kept there, he unscrewed the cap and eased back in his black leather desk chair. The first swig he took burned all the way down. The second made him feel better. The third, finally, quieted the “what if’s” circling in his head. Resting his head back against his chair, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace.
“Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes to see her sashaying toward his desk, those tantalizing slim hips swinging side to side.
“Just got a lot on my mind.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s business.” He put the bottle back in the bottom drawer.
She came around to his chair. “Maybe I can help.”
“I don’t discuss my business with my subs.” He fingered her collar. “Go back to bed.”
The disappointment in her face was gut-wrenching. As she walked out of his office, Sebastian blew out a long breath from his pursed lips.
“Shit.”
Opening up the bottom drawer, he removed the bottle of scotch. He needed a lot more alcohol before he would be able to climb back into bed and not hold her in his arms.
The next morning Sebastian was different. Sam could feel it. The man she had first met as Doug had disappeared behind the cool exterior of her Dom. She wasn’t sure if it was something she did to displease him or pressures from his business. Sam longed to help him in some way but, figured it wasn’t her place. He had made that very clear the night before.
As she puttered in the kitchen, Sam was also mindful of the fact that he had not touched her since the spanking the night before. Later on, in the kitchen—when he had taught her how to execute an omelet and scrambled eggs properly—he had made a point of not getting close to her. He had been polite, praised her when she got something right, but had never once touched her. Even that morning in the shower, she had bathed him, but he had taken the washcloth away before she could finish, claiming he was in a hurry to get to work. After days of being in his arms and treasuring his caress, the emptiness was devastating.
Sam stood in the kitchen, unsure of when everything had changed, and waited for him to come down for his coffee and her first attempt at a cheese omelet. When Sebastian entered the kitchen and saw the omelet, his smile warmed her heart.
He cleaved off the top portion of the omelet with his fork. Inspecting the piece before putting it in his mouth, he chewed as she waited anxiously.
“It’s good,” he reported. “You’re a quick study.”
Sam wanted to jump up and down. “You only have to show me once, and I usually get it.”
He went to the coffeemaker. “So I’ve noticed.”
She blushed, thinking of what she had done to him the evening before on the sofa.
“I have some new homework for you,” Sebastian announced as he poured his coffee.
Hope sprang to life in Sam. Maybe he was over his glum mood.
“Today, I want you to pick out something you would like me to use on you during a spanking session. It can be anything in this penthouse, preferably something hard that will make a nice cracking sound when I swat it against your butt.”
“You want me to find something for you to spank me with?”
He took his coffee to his plate on the kitchen island. “Didn’t I just say that?”
“But why do you want to spank me at all?”
He glanced up at her, his eyes as cold as winter. “Because I’m going to spank you when I come home this evening, but I’m going to let you pick the instrument I’m to spank you with. You need to choose what you can tolerate the best against that delicate ass of yours.”
“But what have I done wrong?”
He held back his black tie as he took a bite of his omelet. “Nothing.” He finished chewing and swallowed his food. “I enjoy spankings, and many of my subs enjoyed being spanked. You must learn to enjoy it, too. So tonight, we will work on that.” He hacked off another portion of his omelet. “After, I will teach you to cook chicken enchiladas. I love chicken enchiladas, remember that.” He sipped his coffee. “I’ll make you a list of my favorite dishes.”
Sam stood at the kitchen counter, twisting her hands together. Why was she feeling sick to her stomach? This was not what she had thought being his sub would entail. Spanking was fun, even pleasurable the way he did it, but to be his whipping post … that was something she wasn’t sure she could abide.
He chewed a slice of his omelet and then took a quick slurp of his coffee. “I will text you when I’m coming home. I want you waiting at the front door with the implement of your choice in hand.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
Turning away, Sebastian exited the kitchen without so much as a kiss or a wave. After she heard the front door slam, Sam felt utterly alone. Sam stood in the kitchen trying to figure out when she had turned into this person; the one who had needed his praise and affection.
Overnight, she had become addicted. Sam hadn’t even been his sub for two days, and already she was losing her sense of self and replacing it with her sense of him.
Wiping her hands over her face, she gazed down at her nude body and started chuckling. “What in the hell is wrong with me?”
Sam already knew the answer, but she was damned if she would say it. Being in love with a man like Sebastian Dane would only lead to heartache.
* * *
Sam began her hunt for the perfect spanking implement. She briefly entertained the idea of the kitchen spoon he had first used on her, but decided that he had given her a challenge. It was time to show him she could be a crafty sub when the need arose.
She started in the bathroom, looking for something hard that would make noise when slapped against her. She found a loofa sponge in his linen closet. Sam smacked it a few times against her bottom, but it didn’t make the required noise. She also used her toothbrush, a large bottle of Listerine, a tube of K-Y Jelly sitting in a bottom vanity drawer, and a scrub brush with a long wooden handle. No way.
Out of ideas in the bathroom, she moved on to his closet. The first thing Sam went to was his collection of belts, but they reminded her of the spankings her father used to give her when she was a small girl. That was out. She took a moment to run her hands over his clothes and luxuriate in the smell of him. Closing her eyes, she thought of hands, his butt, the way his cock had felt in her mouth, and that moment when he had come. She had always heard from other girls how gross it was. Still, Sam had found it liberating. It had been a way for her to control him.
Back in the bedroom, she eyed the pillows on the bed, but knew they were not worth considering. Giving up, she headed to his office, anxious to see if he had anything useful in there.
Sam entered the
windowless room and remembered him sitting behind his desk the night before, drinking. Pulling out the bottom drawer, she inspected the bottle and was impressed with his choice of scotch.
Her mother had been a scotch drinker. Sam had learned more than she cared to about the different brands and grades by reading the labels on the empty bottles she had found hidden around their home.
Brushing away the visions of her unhappy childhood, Sam perused the books cluttering the bookcases. There were so many. Sebastian never struck her as a bookworm. But then again, what did she know about him?
“Sebastian Dane is a complete mystery to you, Sam.”
The chuckle of a man reverberated in the room.
Sam’s first instinct was to hide her nakedness, but then the slight haze of mist gathering in the corner of the room washed away her apprehension.
“So you can do something other than toss plates in the kitchen.”
Inside the mist she saw the figure of a man forming. He was tall, thick like Sebastian, and even had the same chiseled features and stern blue eyes.
They kept their distance, taking a few moments to study each other, but for Sam, the ghost afforded her a glimpse into Sebastian’s future. He would remain a devastatingly handsome man as he grew older, the spitting image of his father.
“Hello, Mr. Dane.” The ghost’s piercing eyes stayed focused on her naked body. “I can see where Sebastian gets his libido from.”
Another snicker filled the air.
Crossing her arms, she took a step closer. “You ever consider appearing to your son? He might benefit from it more than me.”
An angry pop echoed throughout the office, and then the ghost was gone.
Rolling her eyes at his abrupt departure, Sam concluded that Sebastian and his father had more in common than their looks.
“You both hate being told what to do.”
Annoyed by her encounter with Jack Dane, Sam headed downstairs to continue her search. Crossing the dark hardwood floors, she strolled into the kitchen. Going through the drawers, she found a vast array of things to use. The spatula was comfortable, but didn’t sound loud enough for Sebastian’s tastes. She tried a whisk, a metal serving spoon, a pair of chopsticks, dried spaghetti, a Tupperware lid, an ice cube tray, a potholder made of leather, a plastic ladle, a plastic strainer, and when she had run out of ideas, she took the roll of paper towels hanging over the sink and tore away all the paper until she was left with the cardboard roll.
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