Subspace

by Sierra Cartwright

  Alyssa gave a little yelp, reacting to the stinging slap.

  “Never been spanked, then?” Drew sighed. “Oh, Alyssa, so many new experiences for you to enjoy, so little time for you to try them. But we’ll do our best.”

  With that, he spanked her again, a little harder than before. He took a moment to rub the spot where the blow had landed, soothing away the pain, then swatted her other cheek.

  It hurt, more than Alyssa could ever have expected, and it seemed he had no intention of letting up before he’d given her a thorough spanking. But as spank after spank mottled the creamy surface of her arse, she was surprised to feel the pain giving way to pleasure, endorphins kicking in with a vengeance.

  Pausing briefly, Drew slipped a finger into her wet channel, following it quickly with a second. She sighed at the sweetness of the penetration, even as she longed to feel his hefty cock taking its place.

  “Shall we go for that third finger?” Drew queried.

  When Alyssa only moaned greedily in reply, he gave her another sharp smack, prompting her to answer. “Yes, Drew.”

  The third finger stretched her wide, woke nerve endings her slim vibrator didn’t usually reach. Now Drew frigged her in earnest, thrusting his fingers in and out as she gasped and writhed against the sofa. Still the slaps rained down, almost overloading her body with sensation.

  “Need your cock inside me.” The words slipped out before Alyssa could stop them. Normally, she’d never dream of vocalising her desires, not wanting her lover to think she was some kind of slut, but with Drew she had no inhibitions. Even though they were only on their first night together, he already seemed to know her so well, sure of exactly which buttons to press for the strongest, most urgent response.

  “Then beg for it.” Drew’s tone was stern, everything she’d longed to hear from those deep, rich vocal cords since the moment he’d said hello.

  When she hesitated, he gave her another slap, harder than any of the others, spurring her on to ask for what she needed.

  “Oh, Drew. Please. I’m begging you. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. Take me. Make me yours.”

  He withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her open and wanting. His T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms hit the floor. Drew wore no underwear beneath them and his cock stood up proud, thick and circumcised. Eager as Alyssa was to feel it burrowing into her moist depths, she didn’t object as Drew hunted out a condom. Once he’d ensured it was a snug fit, he assumed a position close behind her, guiding his sheathed cock to her entrance. His fingers eased her lips apart and he pushed himself home.

  With a couple of easy thrusts, he was in to the root. Alyssa was suddenly glad of the lunchtime she’d spent in the beauty salon near the office, undergoing an agonisingly thorough Brazilian wax. The beautician had assured her it would help her look good in her skimpy swimsuit, but now it let her feel the sensations more keenly as Drew’s crotch ground against hers.

  Looking in the mirror, she watched herself being fucked, admiring the muscles in Drew’s taut arse and thighs as they flexed with every pump. He pushed her hair away from the nape of her neck, his lips and teeth nuzzling at the skin he’d exposed. As his passion mounted, he bit harder, making her cry out. Again pleasure mingled with pain, until Alyssa wasn’t sure where one ended and the other began. All she knew was Drew touched places in her mind and body she’d never known she possessed.

  On and on he went, driving her relentlessly towards orgasm. He pinched her nipples with his fingers and she pushed her arse back at him, seeking to take him even deeper. Reaching between her legs, Alyssa found her clit, strumming it in time to Drew’s thrusts.

  Suddenly, she remembered the comment he’d made about choosing whether or not she came. Had he been serious? She knew better than to risk it.

  “Please, Drew, may I come?” It was hard to form the words when pleasure was clouding her mind, making everything hazy.

  “Since you asked so nicely…”

  He gave a couple of extra hard thrusts, but the rhythm of his strokes was becoming erratic, and Alyssa realised his own orgasm couldn’t be far away. “Come for me, little Alyssa. Come now.”

  She’d never had an orgasm to order before, never thought it possible, but as Drew growled the instruction in her ear, fierce spasms racked her and she sobbed with pleasure. Her climax seemed to drag Drew’s out of him—they were two people caught in the same moment, reaching the heights of bliss together.

  When they pulled apart, Drew spun her around and kissed her. It was the first kiss they’d shared, deep and intense; his fingers tangling in her hair, her eyes closing with the sheer giddy joy of it.

  She had visions of spending the night with him, curled up together in his big bed, but Drew picked up the robe and handed it to her.

  “Sorry, darling, I think we could get in a lot of trouble if they bring breakfast in the morning and find you with me. But we’ll do this again tomorrow, I promise, and next time it’ll be even better.”

  Better than that? Alyssa wondered as she padded down the stairs, back to her own room. How could anything improve on what they’d just done? But as far as Drew was concerned, she’d only taken the first step on the path to her submission. If that was the case, she could hardly wait for her next lesson to begin.

  Chapter Three

  A sharp rapping at the door woke Alyssa. For a moment she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, thrown by the thick covers and mound of pillows cradling her, then remembered she was in her room at Thornton Hall. And someone wanted to deliver her breakfast.

  “Come in!” she called.

  The door was unlocked and a maid bustled in, carrying a tray which she’d brought from a trolley standing in the hall. She set it down carefully on a table at the side of the bed. “Lovely day out there,” she said, pulling open the curtains.

  “Mmm, thank you.” Alyssa pulled herself into a sitting position as the maid left, feeling hungrier than she usually did at half-past seven in the morning. It wasn’t surprising. After all, she and Drew had worked up quite an appetite between them…

  Thoughts of Drew brought a smile to her face. It was still hard to believe she’d had such an incredible experience last night. Everything she’d done had been so out of character. Normally, she never slept with a man on the first night, let alone allowed him to tie her up or spank her. And try as she might to convince herself she’d only gone as far as she had because they would only have a couple of days together, she knew it wasn’t true. It wouldn’t have mattered where or when she’d met the gorgeous Drew Jefferies, with his low, smoky voice and strong dominant streak, she’d have given herself to him just as quickly. For a moment she wondered whether she’d have done the same if he hadn’t been a film star, then dismissed the thought. Yes, he was famous, but that combination of looks, charm and kinky imagination would have been hard to resist in any man.

  Leaning forward to drag the breakfast tray towards her, Alyssa felt the muscles of her buttocks and thighs protest slightly. Good job her massage was scheduled for this afternoon. That would help to soothe the stiffness. Though it wouldn’t do anything for the pleasurable ache she felt deeper inside, where Drew’s cock, thicker than her vibrator—thicker than any cock she’d taken before, for that matter—had stretched and pummelled her.

  The phone on the bedside table trilled. Alyssa snatched up the receiver, wondering who was calling. Only reception had this number, as far as she knew.

  “Hey, Alyssa.” Drew’s voice had a sleepy, early-morning quality that only made him sound sexier to her ears. “Reception put me through to you. Hope you slept well.”

  “Better than I have in years,” Alyssa admitted. Without the symphony of London’s traffic noise and voices of late-night passers-by she was used to, she’d dropped off into a dreamless slumber within minutes of slipping between the sheets.

  “Glad to hear it. Ready for the day?”

  “Mm-hm. It’s going to be fun. I’ve got a massage this afternoon, and they’ve scheduled
me for a disco groove dance class in an hour’s time, would you believe.”

  “What time are you due to have dinner?”

  Alyssa consulted the print-out she’d found pushed under her door when she’d returned from Drew’s suite. “Seven, just like last night.”

  “Okay. I’ll get my timetable changed so we’ll be eating together.”

  She’d half-hoped they would be spending more of the day in each other’s company, but Drew was bound to have his own activities scheduled. From what he’d told her, he’d virtually taken up residence on the massage tables. Still, anticipation would make the evening all the sweeter.

  “Oh, and I want you to meet me in the lounge in fifty minutes’ time. Don’t be late.”

  With that, Drew ended the call, leaving Alyssa staring at the receiver. He’d planned something, she was sure of it, and she was intrigued to learn more.

  Precisely fifty minutes later, having eaten breakfast, showered and dressed in yoga pants and a vest top offering built-in support to her small, firm breasts, Alyssa walked into the lounge. Drew sat in an armchair, wearing a white towelling robe. It gave her enticing glimpses of his honey-tanned chest and muscular calves. For a moment she hoped he was going to tell her he was taking her to his suite for a more intimate workout.

  Instead, he handed her a small black box. She started to open it, but he stopped her.

  “Not here. I want you to go to the ladies’ room and do it there. I want you to wear what’s inside for your class. I’ll meet you back here when the session finishes, and you can tell me exactly how it went. Okay, sweetheart, don’t want to be late for my treatment.”

  He pecked her on the cheek. Even that brief contact sent desire fizzing through her veins. Then he was gone, heading for the atrium.

  Alyssa vaguely remembered seeing the door to a ladies’ powder room in the corridor outside the exercise studio. Hurrying to it, she locked herself into a cubicle before opening the box. Inside, she found two purple plastic balls, joined together by a length of cord. When she picked them up, she discovered they were heavier than they looked, with small weights at their core. She’d seen such things before, in the women-friendly erotic boutique where she’d purchased her vibrator, and knew exactly how they were meant to be used. Surely Drew couldn’t intend her to ease them into her pussy before taking part in a rigorous dance class? It was an outrageous idea, but one that had her juices flowing as the submissive heart of her awoke at the prospect of following Drew’s instructions to the letter.

  Of course, she could always tell him she’d done it, without actually inserting the love balls. How would he know otherwise? A vision swam before her eyes of his long fingers reaching into her panties, checking for the cord. If he didn’t find it, would he punish her? Worse by far, would he call an end to their brief but oh-so-thrilling relationship?

  Voices on the other side of the cubicle door alerted her to the fact other women were popping into the powder room before the class started. Realising she needed to be in the studio in the next couple of moments, Alyssa hastily pulled down her yoga pants and underwear and pushed the love balls up into her pussy, leaving the cord dangling saucily. Clothing adjusted, respectable once more, she left the sanctuary of the powder room and dashed to join the other would-be disco groovers.

  At once she was aware of the balls filling her cunt, their weight subtle but impossible to ignore. Getting through an hour’s exercise with these in place would test her to the limit, and Drew clearly knew it.

  “Good morning, everyone!”

  Alyssa turned from looking out of the window towards the Hall’s tennis courts at the sound of the voice. She saw a perky blonde in the Thornton Hall exercise staff uniform of white polo shirt and dark track pants adjusting the controls on the sound system at the front of the room.

  “My name’s Lucy, and I’ll be taking you for this morning’s Disco Groove class. Are you all feeling in the groove?” Hearing a general murmur of agreement in response, Lucy continued, “Okay, I want you to find a place facing the mirrors. We’re going to start with a gentle warm-up…”

  Dropping her room key and Drew’s box on the bench running along the length of the side wall, Alyssa joined the end of the back row, trying to make herself look inconspicuous. At the flick of another switch, music with an insistent disco beat rose in volume, filling the room.

  Though it had been a while since Alyssa had taken part in any kind of formal exercise class, preferring to pound the treadmill at the gym, she tried her best to fall into the spirit of the routine. Lucy had the knack of making even the least coordinated guests feel part of the class, encouraging everyone to let go and not care about how they looked, or whether they’d taken a step to the right when they should have gone to the left. The movements weren’t difficult, but Alyssa was finding it hard to keep up thanks to the infernal balls. Their relentless, jiggling pressure was stimulating her, sending waves of lust rippling through her body. She hoped Lucy would think the flush in her cheeks and her breathlessness was owing to nothing more than physical exertion. The truth—that Drew had ordered her to wear this tricksy little sex toy and she’d obeyed him almost without question—was far too embarrassing to explain.

  As the hour progressed, Alyssa almost buckled under the strain of being constantly on the verge of climax. She was sweating hard, and strands of dark hair were coming loose from her ponytail. She could picture Drew watching her, his smile devilish as he took in the sight of her nipples making hard bumps against the vest top. If he was here now, she’d beg him to lower her to the floor and fuck her, oblivious to the dancers moving around them.

  Even when the class switched from strenuous dancing to slow cool-down she was offered no relief. Balancing on one leg to perform a quad stretch was hard enough under normal circumstances. With her pussy on fire from all the stimulation it had received over the last forty-five minutes and her clit aching for the touch that would send her crashing into a shattering orgasm, it was almost impossible. Somehow, though, Alyssa made it to the point where Lucy asked the class to raise their right hand, then their left, and give themselves a round of applause without collapsing.

  While the other guests crowded round the water cooler, helping themselves to a drink and comparing notes on how much they’d enjoyed the class, Alyssa grabbed her possessions and headed to meet Drew in the lounge.

  He was in the same chair he’d occupied earlier, looking even more laid back than when she’d last seen him. Whereas she was a flustered, sticky mess, he was cool and utterly in control.

  “No need to ask you how that went. Did you enjoy using my little present?”

  Whatever Alyssa had been planning to say on the walk from the exercise studio, her words came out as a needy whimper. “Please, Drew, I need to come so badly.”

  He rose from the chair, extending a hand. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

  A short way down the hall was a door marked with a male outline, the universal symbol of the men’s room.

  “Hey, I can’t go in there!”

  Drew ignored Alyssa’s objections, steering her into the safety of a cubicle. So close to his big, toned body, she breathed in his musky scent. It was made more of an aphrodisiac by the lingering traces of massage oil, heady with ylang-ylang.

  Pushing her up against the wall, he reached down into her pants. She almost came unglued at his touch, so desperate was she to enjoy the orgasm the love balls had been stoking inside her. Despite all her longing, Drew didn’t cup her pussy, didn’t stroke her clit. He simply tugged the balls out of her cunt, the movement almost—but not quite—enough to make her come.

  The purple plastic shone with Alyssa’s cream. Drew brought the balls to his nose, sniffing them appreciatively.

  “Oh, what a good girl you’ve been, wearing them just as I asked. You can’t know how much your obedience, your willingness turns me on.”

  “So may I come, please, Drew?”

  He shook his head. “Not yet. Not till tonight. As much as y
ou want to”—and now he did brush her clit, making her buck her hips up towards him, needing more of his caresses—“it’s so much more fun to keep you on the brink. Thinking of me. Wanting me.”

  Abruptly, he withdrew his hand from her pants. Alyssa could have howled with frustration.

  His kiss drew the breath from her, his mouth soft and tasting of mint. His cheek brushed against hers, just a lingering feel of stubble to tease her overheated skin even further. “Enjoy the rest of your day, little Alyssa. I’ll see you for dinner. Wear your robe, and a swimsuit underneath it. And whatever you do from now until then, don’t touch yourself.”

  With that, he was gone. Alyssa’s instinctive urge was to tug down her pants and finger herself until she reached the orgasm she craved. But Drew had given his instructions, and whatever else she did, she knew she couldn’t choose to ignore them. He might not have been a conventional Master, looking more like he’d strolled off a California beach than out of a dungeon of perverse delights, but she’d never craved domination more than she’d craved it from him.

  She sneaked quietly out of the men’s room without being spotted, pondering how she’d make it through to the evening without coming, but convinced the reward would be well worth the delay.

  Chapter Four

  Alyssa descended the stairs to see Drew waiting for her outside the dining room. Like her, he wore his robe and the white carpet slippers the Hall provided in every bedroom. She couldn’t help wondering if he, too, had his swimwear on.

  “Right on time,” he observed as Alyssa approached. “But then I never thought you wouldn’t be. Shall we go in?”