I put her mind at ease, letting her in on a little secret, “I rarely take a submissive to train. While you’re under my guidance, I belong only to you, as you do to me. Whether we’re here at the club or in our personal lives, you are still mine.” I stepped forward, my forehead pressing against hers, wanting to drive the point home. “No one else is to touch you, not even yourself. All your orgasms, all your pleasures are now mine to own. Is that clear?”
She hesitated for a moment, so I reiterated, “I asked you a question, little one. Are you completely mine?”
“Yes, Sir, and thank you.”
Her face pulled back from mine, just slightly, as she looked more intensely into my eyes. “There’s something different about you—your eyes, they look different than before.” Shit, I hadn’t realized she’d been this observant. The woman was hyperaware and too smart for her own good. Why hadn’t I listened to Tennison and worn those damn contacts to begin with?
I took a deep breath in and hoped the lie I was about to deliver would be believable. “The lighting in the other room is a bit more intense to intimidate the sub during punishment. It can sometimes play with the coloring of a person’s eyes…that and I was wearing colored contacts at the time.”
Her head tilted to the side as she pondered my words. “I guess that makes sense. Either way, they’re mesmerizing.”
Hoping to quickly encourage a change in subject, I reached out for Jesse, spinning her around so her back faced me, enabling her to see the other item she’d failed to notice when we’d come into the room. She pointed her hand in the direction I was hoping, “Is that what I think it is: a spanking bench?” Her hand and her voice shook as she asked her question. I knew she’d been around this piece of equipment. Hell, I’d been working at her parents’ club and had seen the device used numerous times in a night. Had she never experienced it before?
“Have you been spanked and brought to orgasm that way?” I was pretty sure, given her reluctance the other night, she’d never truly let loose and played before.
She shook her head. “Remember to use your words with me. I might be in a position where I can’t see you nod or shake your head. I need to hear you, little one.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She took a deep breath in and turned slightly toward me. “I’ve witnessed plenty, but I was always too scared to play. Not that I was frightened…really…or maybe I was…I’m not sure. You can’t possibly imagine wanting to know what things are like, but feeling you’re being judged if you dared to play—all because your family owns part of the club.”
Her words were a scattered mess. She was nervous, that much was obvious. “You don’t know anyone here do you?”
“No, Sir.”
I turned her around to face me. I needed her to see that I had her best interest at heart. “Then there’s nothing to be scared about. Part of the reason I asked you to wear your wig was to help protect your identity. It’ll allow you to let go of who you are and, hopefully, find the person deep inside that you wish to be.”
She let out the breath she’d been holding; the muscles in her body finally loosening. “For you to discover who you are, I’ll need to earn your faith and trust in me as your Dom. I’ll push you no farther than what you’re capable of handling, but I will test you and help you explore the outer reaches of your limits and comfort levels.”
I put my hands on both of her upper arms and bent my knees enough where I could look deep into those two pools of aquamarine eyes I could get lost swimming in. “You have the ultimate power here, Jesse. You can end this any time you like with your safeword. You say that word, and I’ll stop what I’m doing so we can discuss things. If you don’t like the arrangement we have, then you can either tweak it to your satisfaction or cancel it where you can walk away at any time, but it’ll have to be you that says the words—not me.”
She seemed to take in what I was saying, but didn’t respond. “Are you ready to go over my rules?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I turned her back around so I could grab her zipper and started unwrapping my precious gift for tonight. “On Friday and Sunday nights, you belong to me at this club. I’ll set the time and room for you to meet me in. When you arrive, you’ll be given a key, and once inside the room, you’re to remove everything except your wig, collar, and shoes. We’ll work on the position I’d like you to take, later on.” I let my fingers trace down the length of her spine as I moved the zipper at a slow and agonizing pace. I wanted to build up her anticipation of things to come, and I seemed to be doing a good job, with her squirming at the slightest touch and goose bumps forming across her skin. It didn’t escape me how she kept pressing her thighs together trying to keep me from noticing how wet she was becoming. The scent of her arousal had permeated the room, causing my cock to harden and my blood to heat with extreme need.
When I got the dress completely unzipped, I didn’t push it off onto the floor; instead, I reached both arms underneath hers, pulling her close against my chest. I wanted the skin-to-skin contact. What I didn’t expect was the pulse of electricity that coursed through my entire body. I couldn’t explain the reason behind it. She’s your match, you idiot. Your bodies are recognizing one another. Why can’t you accept that maybe this woman is your ideal mate?
I skimmed my fingers around Jesse’s sides to her front, seeking out the soft mounds of her breasts, caressing them in my hands. She leaned back against me, throwing her head back against my shoulder while my fingers rolled and tweaked her nipples, turning them into hardened peaks. I bit into the skin of her shoulder, wanting to leave my mark on her for everyone to see. Something about her made me possessive, wanting to claim her as mine.
The moans coming out of her were luring me in like a Siren’s song. They were a straight line to my hardened dick. I wanted her. I needed her. But I’d wait until she was ready. Tonight was meant to gain her trust and to earn respect as her Dom and Master. Hopefully, unlike a Siren, she wouldn’t leave me to drown when she found out my true identity and that I’d been lying to her.
I moved my hands away, letting her dress fall to the floor and pool at her feet. I reached down to grab it, throwing it over to the chair that rested by the door. “Take your panties off for me and go slow so that I can have a view of that delectable ass.”
She did as I asked. Her hands dipped into the edges of her matching G-string and began to wiggle them down her hips. It was all I could do to not grab her, push her against the wall, and fuck her until we passed out. I’d been turned on by women before, enough to screw their brains out, but something about Jesse drove me over the edge. Had it not been for my military training, I would’ve already cracked. Her wiggling her fine, wet, and ready ass in front of my face was worse than any torture I’d had to endure at the hands of the enemy. Keep your thoughts on her, soldier. The past is exactly that.
For someone who was a bit on the innocent side, she sure did know how to move. I had to stifle the moan wanting to come from my chest, when she bent over flashing me with her soaked pussy and fine heart-shaped ass. I could only imagine how wonderful it would feel caressing her cheeks while I took her from behind.
Jesse stood back up, her G-string in her hand. “Where should I put these, Sir?”
I came around to the front of her, wanting to take in the full effect of her being naked. I know what you’re probably thinking: I should’ve already known what she looked like, given the surveillance setup I had in her apartment, per her uncle’s wishes. But I hadn’t put a camera in her bedroom or bathroom, only listening devices and motion sensors so I’d know she was there. As a Dominant and a man, I only wanted what was offered up to me freely. I wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. Hey, I had some sense of honor. Besides, Tennison could be a scary son of a bitch when he wanted to be.
I’d been prepared for her to look amazing—hell, I’d seen her in a two-piece at the pool— had seen parts of her during our first encounter - but nothing prepared me for the full impact. Words failed me as I
held my hand out. Thankfully, she realized I was asking for her panties. My eyes continued to run the full length of her body, appreciating every dip and curve from her breasts to her waist, and that mound. I’d expected some trimmed reddish hair to match the color of the hair she hid underneath her wig, hair that’d prickled my chin last time. But nothing prepared me for her being bare. She’d shaved just for me. I could see her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, while her clit stuck out from its hood, swollen and needy, seeking my touch. Damn, this woman was going to be the death of me. “You are truly beautiful in all your naked glory.”
I felt the soft silk fabric land in my hands, and I lifted it to my nose to take in her heady scent. My eyes closed as the aroma poured into my soul, creating a hunger for more of this little vixen. The memory of her taste played on my tongue—sweet and juicy like a peach—causing a thirst to build within me, one only she could quench.
I opened my eyes to see Jesse swallow hard. Taking in her aroma had created a need so strong within me, I could barely contain it. I wanted to unleash some energy. “Are you ready to play?”
Her eyes held mine. She pressed her thighs together, trying to suppress her own desire, one only I could provide relief to. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. We’re going to play a little game, something along the lines of twenty questions, using the spanking bench. It’s my way of getting to know you better, getting a feel for what’s going on inside your mind and what your needs are as a submissive.” I watched for any apprehension on her part and was thankful she didn’t even blink.
I moved to her side, leaning in to whisper against her ear, “I want you to understand that spanking can take on many forms. It can be served as a punishment for disobedience and lies, but it can also serve as pleasure to heighten your senses and make you come harder than you’ve ever orgasmed in your life. Tonight, we’re going to put our focus on pleasure instead of pain… unless you lie to me.”
“Why would I lie, Sir? And how would you be able to tell?” Her eyebrows creased. She didn’t seem to understand.
I placed my hand at the small of her back, feeling the distinct charge of electricity that seemed to exist between us, guiding her toward the bench. “I’m going to be asking you some questions that you might not want to answer. You may try to hide your thoughts from me by inadvertently lying. That’s another reason why I asked you to strip, not only to take in your beauty, but to have you exposed to me. If you try to cover something up, your body will tell me everything I need to know. Everyone has little tells; I just need to figure out what yours are. You won’t be able to hide them from me.”
My hand brushed over the bench, patting it. “Now climb up here and lean forward so that your breasts fall to each side. I’ll be strapping in your legs and arms as well as your collar to keep you safe.”
Her body was tense as she lay against the supple leather of the bench. I ran both hands across her shoulders and the back of her neck, massaging away the tension. When I felt her muscles begin to loosen, I worked quickly to strap down her hands. The collar would hold her head in place, keeping her angled toward the mirror, where I could see every expression of her face. I let my hands continue to caress over her soft skin, massaging into her ass cheeks and down her legs until I had her fully relaxed to strap in her feet. “All of the straps I’m using tonight are only meant to help you stay in place. If things become too much and you forget your safeword, they’ll break away at the slightest movement. This way you still have some level of control. Do you have a safeword or would you like to stick to the traffic light system using Red and Yellow?”
“The traffic light system is fine, Sir.”
I held her gaze in the mirror as we began. “Are you ready to start?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I knew she’d told me why she was here before, but I needed to see if the same answer still held true. I had to see if she was here on her own free will, or if I’d influenced her in some way. “Why are you here?”
A blush spread across her face and down her back. “I’m curious. I’ve been too scared to play, yet needing of something more in my life.”
“Explain yourself, sweetness.”
“My regular life feels out of control sometimes, too many choices I have to make, too many things going on. I want to know what it’s like to have someone else take over, to lead, someone to get me out of my head for a while so I can just feel.” She paused for a moment, swallowing hard. “I need to feel like I did when you made me come. I’d never felt something so satisfying in my life.”
Her answer made my heart swell with pride. I’d given her something no other had ever accomplished. I needed to know more. “Has anyone ever made you orgasm before?”
Wow, nothing like asking embarrassing questions. “Do I have to answer this, Sir? It’s a bit personal.”
I watched his reflection as his hand pulled back and impacted with my ass. Too shocked that he’d spanked me, I didn’t react. He came around and knelt in front of my face. “That’s one for not answering. Every time you try to hide your mind and your thoughts from me, I’ll increase the number of times I spank that fine ass. I would love to see it a delicate shade of pink.”
He leaned forward, running his fingers across the side of my face. “If increasing the number doesn’t work and you’re still hiding or lying to me, I’ll up the ante. I’ll go from using my hand, to the flogger, and on up the line. Being acquainted with this form of lifestyle, I’m sure you have an idea of where we’re headed. Disobey me, and you’ll get punished; honor me with your trust, and I’ll reward you with pleasure. Now answer my question, sweetness.”
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. The hit didn’t hurt much, surprised me more than anything. My sister had told me that if done right, it can make you needy and wanting, but as punishment, it would sting. She wasn’t kidding. One slap against my ass and I felt tingles run through me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to answer, but finally did when he slapped my ass again, twice.
I got up enough nerve to admit the truth. “I’ve been the only person to make myself come…before you.”
His brows furrowed. “No man has ever tried to bring you pleasure?” He sounded shocked by my admission. Were men supposed to be the ones bringing you pleasure? I knew what went on inside the clubs, but wondered if it was often scripted, like an act, or if things really played out as they’d appeared. I knew I was confused—this is why I was here.
“Only a couple have tried and failed, Sir. I had to fake an orgasm to get them to stop.” I tried anticipating his next question and provided an answer. “One tried to rub me off with his fingers, but it hurt. The other tried going down on me, and it just felt gross.”
Three more smacks landed across my ass, making me wonder what I’d done. “I appreciate your honesty, but you’re trying to top me. I’ll be the one asking the questions. No providing answers to something I do not ask for.”
“Yes, Sir.” This was all new to me. I’d never had a Dominant lead me before. It was hard trying to give up control of the situation. In work I had to be spot on, but here I wanted to know what it felt like to give myself over to someone else.
With his eyes intensely watching my own in the mirror, he resumed his spot behind me. I watched as his hand rested on my backside, caressing it. “My palm print looks good on your ass. Has anyone ever given you a spanking for pleasure?”
“No, Sir.”
A smile spread slowly across his face. “Looks like we found an item to add to our list later.”
The questions continued one after the other. For the most part I’d answered, only refusing to respond to a couple of the inquiries. Because of this, we’d moved from his hand to a flogger. I’d been scared by the instrument for years, knowing how loud the sound would be when it made contact against the flesh. Unexpectedly, he ran it over my back, caressing me with the leather strands, letting me get used to the idea, before landing the first blow against my ass. To my surprise, it was more of
a mind trick than anything. The noise was more intimidating than the impact of the implement. Sure it stung, but afterwards I felt warmth spread through my backside and start to build inside me. Who knew spanking could be such a turn on?
The questions came rapid fire now, not giving me time to think about my answers. Some were simple and others made me question why he’d asked. I couldn’t understand why he needed to know my favorite foods, colors, flowers, music, if I was allergic to anything, and so on. Aren’t these questions a boyfriend would ask? Why was he getting so personal—wasn’t this just an agreement to get each other off and nothing more? Did he want some kind of relationship beyond the club? I was thankful when he switched back to the reason why we were here.
“Have you ever done scenes with a Dom? Any interest in exhibitionism?”
“No, Sir, on both counts. As I mentioned before, you are the first one I’ve ever played with.” I wish he’d tell me what’s going on in his mind. From the hint of a smile that played on his lips, I could tell the last answers pleased him, before he hid behind his hardened exterior again.
“Are you open to playing with toys?” His hand ran over my backside and hovered over my privates before pushing one finger inside me, making me moan. “Would you welcome a toy in your pussy?” He moved his finger back and forth for a couple of strokes before removing it and running a circle over my most private puckered area. “And here? Are you open to anal play?”
His questions were making me feel warm and tingly inside. I could feel the evidence of my desire dripping slowly out of me and down the inside of my thighs. I wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’m not sure, Sir.”
He kept his fingers positioned at the edges of both entrances. “Explain yourself, little one.”
“I’ve seen scenes where toys were used. Some of the subs welcomed them, while others were trying to escape their bonds. Were they in pain?” I just didn’t know.
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