She moved slowly, in deference, he imagined, to the heels and the plug. She probably didn’t realize that her ultrafeminine movements were the stuff of fantasy.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she smiled before bowing her head. Then she shocked him by kneeling.
Christ. Could she be any more perfect?
“Sir?”
“Speak, sub.” If she had any idea what she was doing to his libido…
“Um…”
“No prevarication,” he snapped. “If you have something to say, say it.”
“I’m…” She hesitated. She stammered, licked her lip. “Horny. Sir. The spanking…”
He struggled to suppress his smile. “And you’d like me to do something about that?”
“I thought about doing it myself, but I figured I’d be punished for that.”
“You’re right.” He crossed over to her and crouched. She looked up momentarily before obviously realizing her faux pas and casting her gaze down at the floor.
He reached beneath her scandalously short skirt and slid his index finger between her legs.
Her pussy was warm and wet.
Her hardened nipples pushed against the silkiness of her blouse. He’d love to see those little brown tips squeezed by clamps.
Earlier he’d wondered if she could be any more perfect. He had his answer. Yes. She continued to get more and more perfect.
He moved his finger across her swollen clitoris.
She whimpered and moved against his hand.
He slid a couple of fingers inside her.
“Oh, Sir!”
He smelled her soap and lotion and carnal desire. “You can come, little sub,” he told her as he pressed his thumb against her clit.
She moaned and jerked, her shoulders falling forward. She shuddered as she cried out her climax.
He held her until her breathing returned to normal.
Then he removed his hand and offered her his fingers to clean.
She did, sucking his fingers into her mouth. Lovingly. Thoroughly.
If they didn’t get out of the house soon, he would be buried deep inside her.
“You were right, Sir, about the plug. But this constant horniness…”
“I like you that way.” And he’d keep her satisfied.
She licked her lips. “Thank you.”
“I was hoping you’d forget your manners.”
“So you can punish me?”
“Yeah. So I can punish you.”
She shivered delicately.
“Time for your collar.”
He helped her to stand. If they didn’t get out of her soon, they might never leave at all. He opened the door. “Precede me.”
“Sir?”
“Must I repeat my command?”
She exited the loft and led the way to the elevator.
He held the front door for her. While he generally preferred his subs to follow him respectfully, he liked watching the sway of her hips. Or maybe he maybe he was part masochist and enjoyed torturing himself. Why else would he spank her, bring her off, and keep his raging hard-on confined behind denim?
“We’re only a few blocks from the shop. Will your feet be okay if we walk?”
“As long as we don’t walk too fast.”
“You can set the pace.” The slower the better. “Go down to the corner and turn left.”
She led the way; he followed.
His cock pressed against his jeans. Maybe leaving the house without relieving himself hadn’t been such a good idea.
Five excruciating minutes later, they reached the jewelry store. “We’re here,” he said.
“This place?” she asked.
The discreet storefront gave no idea of the treasures inside. Each piece of jewelry was handcrafted, beautiful, and suitable for couples with unique tastes. The boutique carried everything from nipple and scrotum clamps to clitoral jewels to collars to glass and metal butt plugs.
With his fingers pressed against the small of her back, he guided her toward the collars. “Metal,” he told the woman behind the counter. “Sterling, I think.”
The middle-aged woman unlocked a glass cabinet and pulled out a tray.
“Seriously?” Shelby whispered.
“Seriously?”
“You’re picking out a collar, and she acts like it’s an everyday occurrence?”
“It is.” He picked up one and held it near her. He frowned. “Too thick, I think.”
The woman accepted it back, and he selected another one. It wasn’t as thick, but it was ornate, with an etched design. Maybe too much?
“What do you think?” he asked, looking at the clerk.
Shelby opened her mouth. “I think—”
“Not you,” he said, cutting her off. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Still a bit much,” the woman said.
He nodded.
“Why don’t you look at these?” She pulled out another tray, this time from the bottom shelf.
He selected a plain silver choker, slim and delicate. This, he was sure, would lie beautifully against her skin. And remind her who she belonged to for the week.
“Much better,” the other woman said.
“You’ll look lovely in this,” he told Shelby. “And nothing else. Well, maybe those stilettos.”
Shelby turned several shades of pink. Exquisite.
“Please wrap it up,” he told the clerk. “I’ll put it on you at home, sub.”
“Certainly, sir.” The clerk didn’t even blink.
“But, Sir,” Shelby said, “it costs more than my car payment!”
“And worth every penny.”
Shelby kept glancing at the floor, as if she wished it would swallow her whole.
The walk back home seemed to take twice as long as the walk to the shop. If they didn’t make it soon, he’d have her against the brick wall of one of San Francisco’s gentrified buildings.
Finally, back inside the loft, he locked the door and said, “Strip.”
“Shoes?”
“Leave them on. Seems I have a thing for stilettos.”
She complied but took her sweet time doing so.
His cock was throbbing by the time she was kneeling naked in his entryway. Having to maintain some sort of decorum with her gnawed at the little patience he had.
He removed the collar from the bag and said, “Lift up your hair.”
She did, giving him access to her neck.
“Since we only have a week together, this isn’t an official collaring. It’s just a reminder that you’ll be the perfect sub while we’re together.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He snapped the collar in place and then slipped a finger beneath it to check the fit. He ratcheted it a notch tighter.
He stepped away, and she allowed her dark hair to fall.
He helped her to stand, then drew her to a mirror. “What do you think?”
“I—”
“Do not be critical of yourself,” he said. “Tell me what you think of the collar.”
In the mirror, their gazes met. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, honest. “It’s sexy.”
“Upstairs,” he said, the word hoarse.
“Yes, Sir.”
She crawled up the stairs, exaggerating her movements.
He grinned.
Taking her was going to be a treat.
“Bend over the bed,” he said, following her into the bedroom. “Spread your butt cheeks. I’m going to take out that plug and then fuck your ass.”
* * *
A dozen different feelings warred inside Shelby: desire, fear, want, embarrassment, need.
She’d been out in public in an indecently short skirt and all but ignored as her dom and a stranger selected a collar that she had no say in.
She was completely aware of its metal presence around her neck. It was tight enough that it didn’t move around, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. There was no doubt it was there, though. He’d chosen well,
even though he didn’t consult her.
Her rear was still a bit warm from the spankings he’d given her in his office. And since there was a small amount of fear bubbling inside, her pussy wasn’t as damp as it had been.
She’d gotten over her distaste of having a plug in her anus, but it wasn’t close to the same thing as having a penis—a damn fucking big penis—up there.
She bent over the bed.
He took hold of her torso and repositioned her slightly. “Breasts right there,” he said, his hand between her shoulder blades so there was no doubt where he wanted her body. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled into the mattress.
“Arch your back.”
He tapped her lower back.
She arched.
“Now spread your butt cheeks.”
Her whole body trembled, and her hands shook as she reached back.
“Turn your feet a bit inward.”
Fighting her instinct to run away, she followed his direction.
“When you return to Dark Haven, I’ll expect you to behave like this. I want you to show David you’ve learned to behave like a proper sub.”
Before she could respond, he pulled out her butt plug.
Her insides clenched, and she yelped.
“And you’ll stop with your overreactions,” he said sharply. He slapped her right thigh.
She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming again.
“Am I clear?”
A good sub would answer quickly and be genuine in her reactions. She was trying to be a good sub…trying. “Yes, Sir.”
It felt good to be empty, but she knew it wouldn’t last long.
She heard movements, and she figured he was undressing. But, damn him, he forced her to remain in position, her body held wide-open for him.
She heard another sound, like the ripping of the condom package, followed a few seconds later by a liquid sound, perhaps the bottle of lube.
Shelby squeezed her eyes shut, imagining him pumping his thick cock in his hand as he lubricated himself to enter her.
Surprisingly, her pussy was starting to moisten, maybe from the slap, maybe from his commanding tone of voice.
She responded to his torture as if born for it.
She felt his cockhead against the entrance to her rear hole. She tensed. He smacked the outside of her left thigh. She gasped, then managed, “Could we just try it a different way? A different time?”
“Not a negotiation,” he said. “Bear down against my cock.”
“I can’t!”
“My cock is going in your ass,” he said with more patience than she expected. “And it can take a few seconds, or it can take an hour with your bad behavior. Your choice. Submit gracefully, Shelby, or I’ll gag you.”
He smacked the outside of her butt hard. She screamed and wiggled, and he took advantage of her distraction to push in completely.
She ground her body into the mattress, desperate to get away.
“Really, Shelby?” He grabbed her hips and dragged her back into position. “Stay still.”
He slid something beneath her clit, and a robust buzzing electrified her.
She moaned and wriggled. “Sir?”
“It’s a shaped vibrator,” he said.
“It’s…” She could barely think. Fantastic. Intense. Fabulous. Sensation after sensation zinged through her.
Her pelvis moved and jerked.
He began to move in her, thrusting in and out.
Once she stopped struggling and relaxed, an amazing orgasm began to build in her. The vibrator buzzed against her pussy as he filled her ass.
Sensations blazed through her. “Sir!”
“Come,” he ordered.
His word was all it took. She shook and pulsed as the vibrator continued to rocket her clit. She shouted his name and rose up onto her toes. Her legs trembled, and moments later, she felt the undeniable pulse of his cock as he ejaculated.
“Please,” she begged. “Can I move the vibrator?” Her entire body buzzed with small aftershocks.
He reached beneath her as his penis began to go flaccid.
“Mercy?” he asked, his voice tender.
“I can’t take much more,” she admitted. “But I have to say I liked your cock in my rear.”
“Lots more you could like if you’d let yourself go.” He kissed the side of her neck, just above the collar.
At that moment she was completely content.
“I’ll send out for lunch. You’ll need your strength.”
Master Trevor—her dom—withdrew his penis. Her ass throbbed from being stretched and abused, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.
Shoes still on, she crawled up on the mattress. She’d about fallen asleep when he returned with a damp washcloth.
If this was submission, it wasn’t all bad. He cared for her, cleaned her, took off her shoes, and then tucked a sheet around her naked body.
Shelby wasn’t sure how she’d deal with her normal life after this. Regular sex would never again be intense enough, she was certain of it. Maybe she could see him on her irregular trips to San Francisco.
That thought didn’t soothe her; it just made her more frustrated.
Chapter Six
“More training?” she asked. “Now?”
“More whining?” Trevor countered, folding his arms across his chest.
Even though they were in the kitchen, and she was up to her forearms in soapy water, she pulled her hands out of the water and grabbed a dishtowel. She turned to face him, and she was drying her hands even as she sank to her knees.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “That was unforgivable. I deserve to be spanked.”
“You certainly do deserve to be punished.” He stood there, looking at her.
Over the past days, her movements had become more fluid. Because he’d made her rise and kneel repeatedly several dozen times a day, she’d become proficient.
Now if he could just get rid of her momentary rebellions… He’d intentionally bothered her just then, at the end of the day, when she’d had a long day, after he’d used her hard, her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. She needed to respond perfectly, no matter what kind of stress she was feeling. “We’ve talked about this, Shelby. Being a good sub is about how you behave all the time, not just when it suits you.”
“I beg Sir’s pardon.”
“Back to your dishes,” he told her.
To her credit, she didn’t look up; she didn’t argue. She didn’t try to negotiate with him.
They had little time left together. In their remaining days, he wanted her to learn everything she could, wanted her to experience as much as possible. He wanted to show David what a perfect little sub she was, wanted everyone at Dark Haven to see her progress.
She returned to the dishes, and he leaned against a countertop and watched her. That was no hardship. They’d had a lovely dinner with candlelight and wine. She’d worn a skirt and a blouse with only a couple of buttons fastened.
He told her to strip before performing her chores.
Her butt moved enticingly as she used a cloth to wash the inside of the wine goblets.
“How about watching a movie?” he suggested when she’d finished and rinsed and dried the sink.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
She followed him to the great room. He grabbed the TV remote and then pointed at the floor. “You may kneel during the movie.”
She cast her gaze down and lowered herself to the distressed hardwood floor.
He left her there for almost the entire movie, then said, “Go to bed.”
She said nothing, but he sensed her confusion. He knew she’d rather have a spanking, preferably followed by good, down and dirty sex. But he was willing to bet that ignoring her would be far more effective for her learning than corporal punishment.
He checked e-mail, looked at a couple of proposals his sales staff had put together, poured himself a shot of whiskey, neat, and sipped it as he looked out
into the dark San Francisco night.
He was intentionally killing time, staying away from her.
And it wasn’t easy. He heard the soft sounds of her movements upstairs, and he wanted her. He too would prefer to spank her and screw her, exhausting both of them. He liked having her in his bed, squirming across his lap as his hand landed on her soft, spankable rear end. The house, his life, would be empty when she left.
He went upstairs about an hour later. She was freshly showered, completely naked, totally appealing, and wide awake, staring at the ceiling.
He joined her on the bed and drew the covers over both of them before reaching for her and pulling her into his arms, her feminine curves fitting against his hardened body.
As he cradled her, he ran a finger over her sterling silver collar…a mark of his temporary domination.
“Lesson learned, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said as she snuggled against him.
He kissed the top of her head and said nothing.
* * *
Last night, Master Trevor had uncovered the most effective form of punishment.
Until now, Shelby hadn’t realized how much she hated being ignored. Spankings and intense sex, she enjoyed. But being ignored? She’d do almost anything to avoid that.
Today, so far, he’d interrupted her activities half a dozen times. And she had instantly obeyed him. But he’d barely touched her, and it was their last evening together.
She stood in the shower, the steam billowing around her, thinking how desperate she was for sex or a spanking, anything to feel a connection with him. If she were honest, she was moping.
She’d washed her hair, but she hadn’t gotten around to shaving yet when he entered the bathroom and opened the shower door. Her heart momentarily stopped. His brows were drawn together in a frown. It didn’t appear he planned to join her. “Sir?”
“You’re getting out of the shower,” he said, “and showing me how nicely groomed your pubic hair is.”
She gulped. Surely he realized she’d only been in the shower a few minutes. But, really, she’d had enough time to take care of essentials, if she hadn’t been brooding. She turned off the water and exited the shower. She lowered herself, dripping wet, onto a towel he laid on the floor.
“All fours,” he said. “Arch your back, spread your ass cheeks.”
She complied, but slowly. This wasn’t going to go well for her.
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