by Suzy Shearer
Listening to him, I heard the sincerity in his words. Yep, he was as much an addict as me.
“You know I can never submit. I will never.”
He grinned at me. It was back, that predator grin that I was starting to love. Whoops, where did that come from?
Not the love word. Never!
“You will. I knew that as well from the first. When I touch you, held you imprisoned against the wall with my hand. I saw the truth in your eyes. You may resist me but in the end you will submit.”
He was wrong. He had to be wrong but I found it hard to think with his fingers touching me, the pressure of his legs on either side of mine.
“Never,” I squeaked.
“Tell me this, Georgia. Have you masturbated since I told you not to?”
I blushed.
“You haven’t, have you? Even though you knew you wouldn’t be at The Club on Thursday you didn’t. You knew you had to obey me.”
I did not want to hear what he was saying. It couldn’t be true but in the back of my mind I wondered why I had done as he asked.
“Let me explain what being a Dominant means to me. Other Doms most certainly will have different ideas and needs but as you’ll only with me, they don’t matter.”
I must have subconsciously snorted or shook my head because he laughed again and his fingers tightened momentarily on my hand.
“The most important thing for me is you. It is your pleasure.”
I laughed sarcastically at that. “Having someone forcibly restrain me and grope me is my pleasure?”
He did not bother to answer that. Let’s face it, I did get lots of pleasure, but there was no way I was going to admit it.
“It is all about love and trust. Basically, you give me your love, trust and have faith in me to only do what is right for you. You hand over control to me. In return, I’ll give you love, protect you, honour you, and never abuse your trust.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ll push you out of your comfort zone, I’ll punish you for any wrongdoing but above all, I’ll do all in my power to make you happy. If you are happy then I am. Simple.”
“I don’t understand the tying, the punishment. I…it…”
“It heightens my Dominance of you. You relinquish all responsibility for your pleasure to me but it also gives me a way to control your reactions. I can give you such pleasure as you could imagine just by tying you up or spanking you or both. I’ll make you kneel naked before me and you’ll drip with your arousal. I can stop you climaxing until I allow it, and you’ll beg me to let you. I’ll push you beyond. I’ll force you to rethink everything. But above all I will worship you.”
I was so very confused still. I looked at him, silly me.
I made the mistake of looking at those eyes, those lips. I felt my lips part and my tongue run across them. I stopped thinking about his words and started thinking about those lips on mine, on my nipples, on my clit.
“Earth to Georgia!”
I shook my head. What were we talking about?
“Jackson, I’m sorry but I just can’t hand over control of my life to someone else. I’m not a little submissive woman with one foot in the kitchen and the other in the bedroom.”
He was trying not to laugh. I could see him holding his mouth tight but his shoulders were shaking with the effort.
“I don’t want someone like that, Georgia. I want you. Yes, I want your submission but this is about sexual heights. It’s about caring for someone. It’s about me doing everything I can for your happiness.”
“Well, leave me alone. That will make me happy.”
“Would it?”
“Yes.”
As soon as the word left my lips, I knew it was a lie. His touch could send me soaring. His kisses made me weak.
“No,” I whispered.
He lifted my hand and held it to his lips. His eyes on mine, I felt his lips brush against my palm.
“No secrets between us, Georgia, only the truth. Come to The Club with me now. Let me show you. Let me make love to you as well as fuck you.”
His words were sensual, breathy. My face flushed at the idea.
“I’ll make you a deal. Come with me now and, if at the end of tonight, you want me to leave you alone, I will.”
“So if I go with you, then after tonight, if I ask you to leave me alone, you will?”
“Yes.”
I pretended to consider his words. I knew I was going to say yes and so did he. I could see it in his eyes, in the way he held his body.
“Promise?”
“I promise, little rabbit.” He kissed my palm again, then stood. I took a deep breath and stood also. He waited until I walked around the table and then took my hand.
“But wait. I have used my one visit.”
“You’re with me. I’m a lifetime member so you can come as my guest any time.”
“Oh.”
He walked me back to the cars, opened my door. I remembered the form so I gave it to him and the invitation.
“You need to fill this in and drop it into the Gallery if you really want the painting. The invite is for opening night but you don’t have to come.”
He grinned down at me.
“Don’t think this changes anything about our deal. You promised.”
He waited until I did up my seatbelt. He leant in and lightly kissed me before shutting the door. I waited until he drove off then followed his car.
Chapter Seven
I drove to The Club, my heart singing. She thought by agreeing to my offer, she would be able to leave me after tonight, but I knew she would not.
Just the feeling of her lips on mine, I knew she belonged. I laughed out loud. I felt so happy, so relieved. If not for that article in the paper I may never have found her.
I craved her. She meant everything to me. I laughed again. My heart was singing, I was so happy!
Even when she thought she would never see me again, she had obeyed. She had not masturbated. Yes, she was a true submissive.
As I drove I thought about her. I wondered what her favourite food was, and if she liked to read. What were her desires, her fantasies? I could spend the rest of my life learning about her and it still would not be enough.
I did know every time I touched her, she quivered. She tried hard to resist but I was wearing her down. Her kisses, oh her kisses, they shook me to the very core. When I tasted her on the desk, it was like nectar and I couldn’t wait to drink more.
She was right. I was a wolf and she was a rabbit. I could see her fear in her eyes, but more than fear, I saw arousal.
It was up to me now. I would have the rest of the day to prove to her that she belonged to me. What to do first?
In my mind I could see it. I would bind her, flog her, gently, because it was obvious she had never had a man do anything to her except fuck her. I felt a smile come to my face as I remembered the look of surprise and delight on her face after her third orgasm. How would it look after four or five?
Yes, today I would fuck her and would make love to her. Above all I would worship her. After tonight, she would be mine.
I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw her follow me into the car park and park her car alongside. I must admit I considered suggesting we take one car but realised she needed to feel she had some control over today.
Miss Georgia Coburn would soon be on her knees before me, where she belonged.
* * * *
I was allowed to remain dressed as I was because I was with Jackson. I was given a key and ID and Jackson said he would meet me in the bar once he had arranged a room.
That sounded ominous.
I dumped my phone and wallet and walked into the bar. The cute bartender was not there. Two women were working. I decided to not order a juice, my stomach felt awful. I was terrified and excited all at once.
I saw Jackson walking toward me, just as another handsome man came down the stairs. The man called to him.
“Jack! Got over your sulk yet?”
Jackson looked as if he would ignore him, but instead he looked over at me and smiled before turning to the man.
He gave him one of those man-type hugs. “Hi, Paul. Sorry about the other night. I had something on my mind.”
“Okay. Come in and have a drink. I’ve been helping Rich with the arrangements for next Saturday.”
“Sorry, Paul. I’m busy.”
He walked toward me. The other man, Paul, looked from Jackson to me then back to Jackson with a puzzled look on his face. I blushed for no reason. The man pushed past Jackson. He held out his hand to me.
As I shook it he said, “Hi, I’m Paul, Jackson’s cousin.”
“Georgia Colburn.”
Jackson looked uncomfortable as Paul continued. “Watch him, he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
I could not help it, I burst out laughing. I knew I was right to think of him as a wolf. Jackson tried to glare at me but he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Come on, little rabbit. If we stay here, he’ll have you running out the door now instead of tonight.” He held out his hand and I took it. Paul looked at Jackson in surprise.
“Have a drink with Lisa and me if you are still here later, Jack. It was a pleasure meeting you, Georgia, I hope we see more of you.”
I heard Jackson say, “Not if I get my way,” and realised they were not just speaking about seeing but about being naked. I felt my cheeks burn as Jackson practically pulled me through The Club and pushed me into a room before slamming the door.
“Sorry, Georgia. I didn’t expect to see anyone. I forgot about the ball on Saturday.”
In a way I felt angry. I felt like he was ashamed to be seen with me. I must have shown it on my face because the next thing I knew he had my face between his hands.
“Georgia, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to share you with anyone. I didn’t want Paul to fill you with tales about me.”
He gave me a soft kiss but I still felt upset.
“What is it, Georgia?”
“Nothing.”
“Georgia. We can’t have any lies between us. If something is bothering you then you have to tell me so I can make you happy. Please, little rabbit.”
He rested his forehead on mine then looked at me.
I sighed, “It felt like you were ashamed to be seen with me.”
He put his face close to mine. “Never! Never think that, little rabbit. I would never be ashamed to tell the world you are mine. I just wanted to have you to myself. I…”
I tilted my head. “No lies.”
“I know you’ll stay with me, little bunny, but a tiny part of me is scared you’ll run again. I’ll honour my promise but I can’t bear to think of my life without you.”
I just looked at him. Maybe he was as arrogant and all knowing as I thought, but a little insecurity made him more attractive.
He caught my face with his hands again and kissed me like a drowning man. My toes were gripping into the carpet again. I wanted more. My tongue was dancing with his, I heard myself groan as he dropped his hands to run them up and down my spine.
“Oh, Georgia, my little rabbit. What you do to me. Come.”
He pulled me across the room and sat me on a bench.
“This is how it will work. Just for today, you’ll pretend you and I are in a Dom/sub relationship.”
Oh shit! Could I do this?
He smiled down at me. “If I ask you to do something, you will. No questions, you will do it immediately. If you’re scared, say ‘yellow.’ I will stop and we’ll discuss what is frightening you. Then decide whether to continue the exercise. Understand?”
I nodded.
“If I do something or go to do something that is unacceptable to you, then say ‘red.’ I promise I will stop it immediately. I will never force you to do anything, Georgia. You say ‘red’ and that’s it, we try something else.”
It reassured me a little but it also frightened me. What was he intending to do that would have me screaming red?
“When I ask you to do something you reply with ‘yes Sir’ and you do it without hesitation. If you forget, you will be punished. Unless I tell you, you do not speak, if you do you will be punished. That goes for moans and groans. No sound unless I tell you.”
Okay, things were starting to get a little scary. All this talk of punishment was frightening.
“You’re going to hurt me, aren’t you?”
“Georgia, the line between pain and pleasure is so blurred. I promise you, if you go into this with an open mind, you will experience pleasure like never before. I promise you it will be good hurt.”
Good hurt? Good hurt!
Who was he kidding? There was no such thing as good hurt. Hurt is hurt.
“Please, Georgia. All I ask is from now till midnight. Just pretend you are in a play, acting. Just try.” He searched my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath then opened them.
“Okay.”
“You ready?”
I was shaking, but I nodded my head. He pulled me to the centre of the room.
“Then we start. Strip.”
“What?”
“Oh, Georgia.” He was laughing. “Remember, no questions. Just do as I say and remember the answer is ‘yes, sir,’ or ‘no, sir.’”
This was going to be harder than I thought.
Jackson turned his back and stepped away from me. When he turned back, Jackson the man was gone—Jackson the predator was in his place.
“Strip,” he demanded.
Chapter Eight
As quickly as I could, I tore my clothes off until I stood naked before him, answering with, “Yes, Sir.”
“Kneel.”
I hesitated. I caught a glimpse of his face. He would not tolerate disobedience. This was it. I slowly sank to my knees. He walked toward me and used his foot to push my legs apart. I remembered what he told me in my office. I held my hands behind my back. I looked at him.
“Eyes down.”
I dropped them to the floor. I felt funny but unless I was very mistaken, I was a little damp.
He circled me as I knelt there. When he was in front of me again, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back.
“Unzip me.”
With shaking hands, I undid his belt and then unzipped his pants. His cock practically burst from the confines of his trousers. He wore no underwear. He pushed my head toward his cock. It was a long time since I had a dick in my mouth and it scared me.
“Open.” I was too slow and he growled at me. “Open now!”
“Yes, Sir.”
I opened my mouth and he roughly pushed his cock in. I gagged as he held my head tight against it. He began to thrust in and out of my mouth, each thrust pushing deeper into my throat. I tried to relax my throat with little success. He still had a fistful of my hair as he kept pumping. I started to run my tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking each time he pulled out a little.
I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with each of his thrusts.
Was he going to come in my mouth?
What would he taste like?
Would I be able to swallow?
With the next hard thrust, I found out.
I felt my mouth and throat fill with his hot salty cum, heard his shout. I swallowed as he gave a couple of quick pushes then pulled his cock from my mouth.
“Good girl.”
I felt inordinately pleased at his words. He walked over to the bench and turned back to me.
“Crawl to me.”
I looked shocked, I know I did. It was bad enough to kneel in front of him but now he wanted me to crawl. I hadn’t moved.
“Crawl to me now. I will count to three.”
“One.”
“Two.”
Okay, okay, I get the hint. I began to move as he said three.
“Crawl back to where you were then start again.”
I just looked at him. This was crazy.
“Now!”
I crawled
back and turned around then crawled back to his feet.
“I warned you, no hesitation. You’ll be punished next time you hesitate. Kneel.”
Uh-oh, this game was getting serious. I adopted the position.
* * * *
She looked so terrified when I told her the rules of the game. Still, I was confident once she got into the swing of things she would see how much pleasure she could have. I just needed her to push her inhibitions and her fear of submitting away.
When I saw her naked on her knees before me for the first time, I have to admit I felt a surge of pride. She looked magnificent. She had her arms behind her back and it thrust her tits out. It was all I could do not to come just looking at her.
When I pushed my cock into her mouth, it felt like coming home. When she started to suck, then I could not hold back and had to come. Still, I saw her first real resistance when demanding she crawl to me. Then, when I made her crawl back and forth and saw that gorgeous pink cunt all shiny and wet, all I really wanted was to throw her on the ground and fuck her.
I wanted her to do something wrong. My fingers were itching to punish her. I was sure I could find the right buttons to press to make her.
* * * *
He took his shirt off as I knelt there, then his pants. I groaned loudly as I saw him fully naked for the first time. He was gorgeous.
“I warned you not to make a sound.”
“Sorry.”
He looked at me angrily. Oh shit! I remembered I was not supposed to speak and I forgot to say sir. I was in trouble.
“Get to your feet.”
I stood up. He pointed to the bench.
“Lay over the bench.”
I lay down, my arse in the air. He grabbed one wrist and buckled it to a strap attached to the bench, then did the same with the other.
“Because this is your first time I’ll be gentle, next time I won’t.”
I watched as he walked over to a wall where there were ropes, whips, crops and other things. He picked up a leather thing. It had lots of tails.
“This is a flogger.”
He held in front of my face and I gasped.