by LK Shaw
“Why did you stop? I was so close,” I cried out. He moved off me while I continued to lie there trying to grasp the orgasm just out of reach. He leaned down, his lips touching mine, and I tasted myself on him. He kissed me slowly before he pulled back slightly to stare into my eyes.
“I control your orgasms. You reach your pleasure when I let you. Tonight was only a drop of water in an ocean of the things you’ll experience with me. I think you need to stew a little. I’m leaving for the evening. You will not touch yourself after I leave. Every day this week, I want you to pleasure yourself, but you will not orgasm. You may use whatever you like, fingers or toys, and I want you to think of me while you do it. If you orgasm at any time, and I’ll know if you do, you will suffer the consequences. Do you understand?”
Stunned that he would leave me like this, I nodded mutely. I continued to lay there with my dress still rucked up around my waist as he walked out my front door.
Chapter Eighteen
Penny
After Marcus left, my emotions continued to reel. I finally picked myself up off the couch and took our glasses to the kitchen sink before making my way into my bedroom, still on edge from my lack of release. I was also a little pissed. Who did he think he was bringing me to the brink of ecstasy and then walking away while leaving me hanging? As if he knew if I’d made myself come or not. He wasn’t omniscient. I took off my dress and bra and put on my pajamas. I walked into the bathroom and after finishing my nightly ritual of washing my face and brushing my teeth, I climbed under the blankets and made myself comfortable.
My arm made its way under the covers and my hand crept inside my pajama bottoms. Softly, then a little harder, I began circling my clit with my fingers. I made circle after circle, all the while thinking of Marcus going down on me as he had earlier. My back arched, and I continued rubbing myself, picturing his tongue flick across my lower lips before it plunged into my pussy. I rubbed furiously now, begging for my release to come. Stars burst behind my closed eyes with colors flashing and as I reached my peak, my fingers left my clit and I plunged two fingers inside my weeping pussy, wishing they were Marcus’ cock instead. I trembled from my release. Once the spasms stopped, I relaxed under the comforter and fell asleep dreaming of everything this man planned on doing to me.
I woke early the next morning, and after using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I went to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Sundays were my day to relax. I tried not to leave the house if at all possible. While the pot brewed, my phone beeped signaling an incoming text.
Bridget: Eden? You went to Eden?
Me: Hello to you too, Bridget lol
B: Text me your address. I’m coming over tomorrow night and you’re going to tell me all about it
M: Fine. Bring wine. I’ll be home by 7
B: See you around 8 then. Later
After our brief “conversation”, I spent the rest of the day anticipating, yet dreading, a call from Marcus. I didn’t know what I’d say if he asked me if I followed his instructions. I caught myself watching the clock the whole day. By the time I went to bed that night, I’d worried myself to death wondering why he hadn’t called. I tried to convince myself he was busy, except then my mind started playing games with me. I was nervous that he had had his entertainment for the night, and he’d lost interest. Then I wondered why I cared so much. However, I still found myself following his instructions and masturbated. This time, I obeyed and didn’t let myself orgasm.
After a restless night, I woke up early and readied myself for work. One of my clinical rotations involved a brief stint in trauma, and after graduating from nursing school, I became a certified trauma nurse. I had loved the exhilaration of working hard to save someone’s life, though the long, exhausting hours had taken a toll on me mentally and physically. So, after ten years, I moved to the less stressful and slower paced area of surgery. Occasionally though, the hospital called me into the Emergency Department to assist since I still maintained my trauma certification, especially if they were exceptionally busy.
Today was one of those busy days. Ten long hours later, I left work. On the drive home, I actually considered calling Bridget and canceling, except I knew she’d pout, and truth be told, I really did want to unburden myself. Secure in her role as a submissive, Bridget was the perfect sounding board. Plus, I knew she wouldn’t judge me and my insecurities, nor would she beat around the bush.
I stopped for carry-out on my way home, because my stomach growled with hunger since I’d barely eaten lunch. Tonight had the feel of an ice cream kind of girl talk night so I made a second stop at the grocery for two pints of banana, walnut, chocolate chip ice cream. Once I arrived home, I jumped quickly into the shower to wash off the funk of the day and put on my soft, purple with yellow ducks fleece pajamas.
I sat huddled on the couch eating my orange chicken and fried rice when the doorbell rang. I jumped up to answer the door. Bridget wore a hot pink off the shoulder crop top without a bra, skin tight skinny jeans that looked painted on, and black, four-inch, fuck-me pumps. Tall and leggy, Bridget possessed enough curves to give her the kind of figure most women would kill for. Her blunt bangs complemented the long, fiery red hair that she kept straightened. A dash of freckles were sprinkled across her pert nose, and her chocolate brown eyes were surrounded by the lushest eyelashes known to man. I could almost hate her. She held a paper grocery bag.
“My God, woman, how much booze did you bring? Are you heading to the club after this or something?” I laughed as I took the bag from her and ushered her in the house as she shut the door behind her.
“Enough that you’re going to spill your entire guts about this trip to Eden that I’m only now hearing about. Which, by the way, pisses me off that you didn’t tell me you were going. And no, I’m not going to the club. I actually have a date,” she huffed.
“Bridge, I had no idea we were going. Marcus surprised me. Shit, I didn’t even know the club existed, and I’ve lived here for fifteen years.”
She tossed a look over her shoulder while she rummaged through my kitchen. She helped herself to a couple of wine glasses from the cupboard. She opened the bottle of wine with the corkscrew and poured each of us a glass. I heard her sigh all the way across the room. “Fine, I guess I forgive you. Next time, bitch, you better call me if you’re going to Eden. We can be each other’s wingman, er, wingwoman. Whatever, you know what I mean.”
I promised her that she would be the first person I called if, and when, I made it back to Eden. After handing me my glass of wine, she pulled a pint of ice cream that I’d purchased earlier that night out of the freezer and grabbed a couple of spoons. She slipped off her shoes, plopped down onto my plush leather couch, and made herself at home.
“So, spill it,” she ordered, licking ice cream off her own spoon as she handed me the pint and the other spoon when I sat down on the couch next to her. Knowing she would hound me to death if I didn’t tell her everything, I recounted my night with Marcus at Eden as we passed the ice cream back and forth. I told her about him fingering me during the flogging scene, meeting Donovan and his hint of interest in joining us for a threesome, and I told her about Marcus withholding my orgasm, pausing between bites.
“After he up and left me, I went to my room, masturbated, orgasmed, and went to bed. I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?” I started getting pissed again thinking about it.
Brown eyes stared at me in horror, and Bridget started choking on her ice cream. After her coughing fit subsided, she continued to stare unnervingly at me.
“What, for God’s sake? You’re freaking me out.” I slapped at her arm to make her stop.
“You were specifically told that you weren’t allowed to make yourself orgasm, yet did it anyway?” she sounded completely aghast. “Holy shit, girl, you have the biggest pair of balls of anyone I know. Well, besides me anyway. Do you realize how much trouble you’re going to be in the next time you see Master Marcus. You’re not going to be able to
sit for a week. You’re totally fucked. Not in a good way that leads to an orgasm either. But fucked. F. U. C. – ”
“I know how it’s spelled, Bridget,” I interrupted her. “Besides, you’re wrong. There’s no way he would even know.” Even in my head it sounded like a question. “I mean, how could he if I don’t tell him, right?”
No sooner had I finished speaking then Bridget burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right? I don’t think you understand how the whole Dom/sub thing works. The minute you talk to him, he’s going to know. I swear it’s like they have a sixth sense about this shit. He knows you’re going to test your limits, and by him ordering you not to come, it’s like an unwritten sub rule somewhere that you’re going to do the exact opposite. It’s like reverse psychology or some shit. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’re so fucked.”
Bridget stayed for another two hours while we talked a little bit about everything. We talked about her experiences as a sub, our hard and soft limits, as well as things outside of the BDSM community, all while I stewed with worry about what she’d said about Marcus knowing I’d disobeyed him. We discovered we went to the same coffee shop on State Street, the same grocery over on Magnolia, and weirdly, we even had the same beautician. The smallness of our world continued to amaze me.
We also had more things in common, like the fact that each of us had a parent who had died when we were young, her mom and my dad. We both loved some of the same authors, and we both hated onions. Totally mundane stuff, sure, except it gave us something more in common to talk about than only Dom/sub topics. I pictured us being friends forever. Her bold and outgoing personality overshadowed my more reserved one, but not so much that I’d get lost in the background around her. Our personalities complemented one another, and excitement filled me at the prospect of learning from her.
After she left to go out on her date, I cleaned up the kitchen and readied myself for bed. I still hadn’t heard from Marcus, and my worry increased tenfold. Did I turn him off the night before? No sooner did I crawl under the covers than my phone rang. I checked the caller ID, which caused my heart to start racing with excitement when I saw Marcus’ name across the screen. I swiped right to answer the call.
“Hello,” I answered, almost shocked at how calm I sounded.
“Good evening, Sweetness. How was your day?” The baritone voice on the other end sent shivers down my spine, and my pussy started pulsating. It amazed me how just the sound of Marcus’ voice made me wet. Even though we’d only known each other a few short days, my body reacted to his voice and his scent. It only took a few words to have my lady parts quivering in anticipation.
Trying to make myself relax, I replied. “It was a long, busy day. Bridget just left so I’m especially exhausted.”
“I’m glad you’re making friends with Bridget. She will also be an excellent mentor. I hope you plan on getting enough sleep tonight. I don’t want you exhausting yourself.” After a short pause, he continued, “So, did you follow my instructions after I left the other night?”
He asked the question I should have been expecting, especially after my talk with Bridget. “Of-of course,” I almost stuttered. Shit. There’s no way he didn’t hear the lie behind my answer. Damn you, Bridget. I was fucked.
Tense silence reigned for several heartbeats, then a heavy sigh. “You disappoint me, Penny. You disobeyed me. Then you have the audacity to lie about it. I gave you explicit, yet simple instructions. You were allowed to play, not come, and you were unable to follow them. I thought I made myself perfectly clear as to my expectations. Yet the first time I instruct you on something, you blatantly disobeyed. If you’re not going to follow my rules then we’re through before we even get started. I told you there would be consequences to your actions.”
A lead weight settled in my gut at his words. “Marcus, Sir, I know and I’m sorry. You left me aching. I had to do something about it; it drove me mad. It was only that one time, I swear. Please, Sir, I promise to do better next time. I’m still learning. I didn’t mean to disappoint you, and I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll accept whatever consequences I earned.”
I heard another sigh on the other end of the line. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penny. Like you said, you’re still learning, and you’re going to make mistakes. It’s my job to correct those mistakes and punish you when you disobey, especially blatant disobedience.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“Tomorrow night you will be ready for me when I arrive. I want you naked and in an appropriately penitent position. I will leave that up to you to decide how to present yourself to me. You will then decide your punishment. Keep in mind, if it’s too light or not an appropriate punishment for your actions, whatever you choose, I will double it. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head quickly even though he couldn’t see me and acknowledged my understanding. “Yes, Sir, I understand. What time will you arrive so I can make sure I’m ready?”
“I’ll arrive when it’s convenient for me, sub. Whatever time it is, though, I suggest you be ready.” And with those words, the line went dead. I sighed deeply, knowing sleep would elude me tonight.
Chapter Nineteen
Marcus
I knew she’d stew all night which was exactly what she needed to do. There were consequences for her actions, and the only way for her to learn was to endure those consequences. With punishment being new to her, I was curious to see what she would come up with for an appropriate one. I almost hoped she was too lenient. Not that I possessed sadistic tendencies, but I loved warming up a soft ass and watching the redness brighten after a good spanking. I enjoyed the thwap sound of a good flogging and the reverberations from the solid thud of a paddle. However, a certain intimacy existed with a bare handed, bare assed spanking. The sensation of heat building and seeing the pale pink turn to a deep red had me at full attention and ready for a hard fucking.
Knowing she’d been waiting long enough, I pulled into the driveway around 8:00 p.m. Curiosity ran rampant through me to see if she’d look like she’d been running around preparing herself or if she would be in position, composed and calm. Well, as calm as she could be not knowing what was in store for her. Without wasting any more time, I walked up the sidewalk to the door and let myself in without ringing the bell. I stepped into the living room and beheld a beautiful tableau that had my cock rising.
Penny had positioned herself on her knees in the middle of the floor, naked, in proper pose with butt to heels. Her legs were parted slightly with a freshly shaved mound in full view. Her hands were loosely clasped behind her with a slight arch to her back to push her breasts forward, and her head slightly bowed, while maintaining eye contact with the floor. She performed the perfect submissive pose.
“Very good, sub. I’m proud of you for following my instructions.”
Softly, she spoke, although I noticed she perked up and almost preened at the compliment. “Thank you, Sir. Again, I apologize for being a disobedient sub. I willingly take whatever punishment you provide.”
I made my way over to her and circled her as though she were prey, taking in every inch she displayed. “Have you decided on an appropriate punishment for your infraction? And I want you to tell me exactly why you’re being punished. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
She nodded in response. “I disobeyed your instructions to not make myself orgasm and then I lied to you, Sir.”
I reached out to stroke her hair as she leaned into my touch. “Excellent, sub. Now, tell me what your punishment should be.” Her chest rose as she inhaled deeply and then fell as she released a nervous sigh. “A spanking, Sir.”
Excitement made the blood course quickly through my veins, and my cock hardened even more at her words. I was more than ready to redden that luscious ass of hers. “How many strikes are you requesting? And are you choosing an implement with which these will be delivered?”
Silence reigned while she weighed a suitable answe
r. “Fifteen, with your hand, Sir?”
We both heard the question in her answer.
I made a small noise of approval. “You obviously gave it a lot of consideration. Since you’re still new to this, and this is your first punishment, I think that is a suitable number.” I saw her visibly relax at my words. I reached out my hand to her. “Come.”
I helped her off the floor and led her to the couch. I sat down and pulled her over my lap with her upper and lower body draped across the couch and her ass right in front of me where I wanted it to be. I placed one hand barely above the small of her back and the other I lightly ran over her ass. She flinched in response, garnering a chuckle from me. “Easy, Sweetness. We haven’t even started yet.”
“I know, Sir, I’m just really nervous. And scared.”
I made a tsking sound and tried to soothe her. “I understand how you feel, and I’ll make this as easy on you as I’m able. You need to learn an important lesson though. I told you before, I control your orgasms. Now, are you ready to receive your punishment?”
With a small sob disguised as a laugh, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
Before she tensed in preparation, I landed the first blow to her right ass cheek, keeping it light enough to warm up her skin slightly. “Good, now count.”
She flinched in surprise more than pain with the first strike.
“One.”
I eased the slight sting as I gently brushed my hand over her ass. The second I felt her relax, I landed the second blow, this one slightly harder than the first.
“Two.”
The next two were in rapid succession, and I alternated where they landed. She squirmed in discomfort on my lap with them.
“Damn, those hurt.”
I gave a sharp pinch to her ass in the same spot I’d struck. “I said to count. Do I need to add more to your punishment?”