by Sam Crescent
When they finished eating, she took his plate, washed the dishes and cleared away the mess before returning to him with a fresh cup of coffee.
Sitting in her seat, she waited for him to speak.
“From this moment forward unless we’re in the company of others I want you to call me, Sir or Master. Either one will do.” He took hold of her chin and tilted her head back. “At the beginning I will overlook any indiscretion but over time I will start to punish you.”
Her heat spiked at the thought of his palm on her naked ass.
“I see the thought of punishment excites you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
“Now, when we’re alone or in the club, and I ask you to present to me I expect you to be like this.” He released her chin and sat back. “Get on your knees.”
She sank to the floor.
“Open your knees wide. If you were naked I’d be able to see the jewel of your clit on display. Lean back, thrust your chest up showing me those beautiful tits.” He leaned forward pressing one palm to her stomach and the other to her back. “Good, now bow your head staring at the floor.”
She did what he asked, staring at his naked feet.
“Beautiful. The picture of pure submission.” Fingers teased strands of her hair behind her ear. “I can’t think of the words to describe how you look. Words are not good enough.”
Feeling light in her body, she took several deep breaths.
“How are you feeling, Jesse?” he asked.
“Beautiful.”
“Good.” He tilted her head up with fingers underneath her chin. “You are beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
I’m in love with you.
“Get to your feet.”
She stood up, waiting for his next instruction.
“Are you ready to see my playroom?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We will not be delving too deeply into punishment today. I’ll let you look and see what you think afterward.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Look at me,” he said.
Jesse stared into his eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.” She spoke without any hesitation.
Chapter Six
Ryan stared down into Jesse’s eyes, feeling the lust start to stir deep in his gut. He ordered her to kneel on the floor once again and to present herself. The dress lay on her thighs hiding her pale flesh from him. He should just take her to his playroom to see how she responds but he didn’t want to stop seeing her in a submissive pose. She looked so sensual, so giving. His cock hardened wanting to get her to lay on the table with her legs open as he ravished her sweet pussy.
Keeping his gaze on her, he rubbed a finger over his lips and wondered what to do first. Should he get her naked, or explore his favorite room in the house? The decisions too hard to make but he knew she’d be more comfortable in his playroom with clothes on.
“You make me proud, Jesse. You look so beautiful presenting yourself to me.” Stroking her blonde hair he moved down to cup her chin, tilting her head back. “You may stand up now.”
She got to her feet without saying another word. Getting to his feet, he took her hand and led her through his kitchen to the far wall where one door stood shut. Leaving her for a moment, he grabbed the key from above the top cupboard where he kept it. When staff were around, he stored the key in his locked desk where no one got the chance to discover it.
“You may talk. I’m not a Dom into silence, Jesse. I want to hear you speak your mind.” He refused to risk her panicking because of some silence ban. Also, he loved hearing her speak. Her voice made him hard. The only kind of silence he actually wanted from her was when her mouth held his cock, sucking him.
“I’m nervous, Sir.”
Kissing her hand, he smiled at her. “Well done for remembering my name. No need to be nervous. You will talk to me throughout it and I’ll stop the moment you become afraid. Remember, I’m still Ryan and you’re still Jesse. The only thing different between us is I’m your Master and you’re my submissive.”
“Yes, I remember, Sir.”
“Good.” Putting the key in the lock, he turned, flicked the first light over the stairs so they saw their way down. “Come on.” He never once let go of her hand. Moving down the stairs, he made sure to take his time for her to follow him.
“May I ask you questions, Sir?”
“Yes.” Even though he enjoyed her using Sir, he missed her calling his name.
“How many women have you brought here, Sir?”
He smiled. Was that jealousy he detected? “When you’re asking questions you may stop saying, Sir. I don’t need to hear it every few seconds. I will tell you when it’s time.” Jake hadn’t done any training with her at all. She clearly didn’t know any of the protocols to a submissive. He looked forward to training her for his own pleasure properly. “Actually, I’ve never brought anyone to my playroom. This has been my project room for a long time. I’ve taken women at the club and my penthouse apartment, not here. I don’t know, this room seems more intimate somehow.”
Keeping her beside the wall, he turned light on showcasing his room. He didn’t like having anything on display. His collection of whips, paddles, and crops were packed neatly away in large cases along the left hand wall. If someone stumbled down to his playroom or he ever got burgled no one would be any the wiser to his collection of toys.
“This, erm, looks really bare,” she said.
Beside the box of treasures stood a door, he walked toward it and unlocked it. Inside on the many shelves laid his collections of dildos in many different sizes, silk and leather ties to bind his prey, clamps for nipples, flesh and her clit. He owned a collection of feathers for sensation and a ball gag.
“I make sure everything is neatly cleaned. Building up a playroom is as much for the Dom’s pleasure as it is for the submissive." He made room for her to fit inside. "Come inside.”
She entered the room.
“What do you think?” he asked.
She reached out to touch a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. “They’re beautiful.”
They were exquisite, shaped in a heart and filled with diamonds. He’d been unable to part with them. Finding the right woman had been the challenge.
Touching the back of her neck, he caressed her flesh and waited for her to relax. When she finally did, he pushed the strap of her dress and bra down her arm. Her tit was exposed above the fabric. Teasing the nipple with his fingers he made the nub hard before picking up the heart shaped clamp. “Tell me to stop if this is too much.”
He placed the clamp over her nipple, slowly closing it. Jesse sank against him, moaning. “Wow, fuck, wow,” she said. Her fingers gripped onto the edge of one of the shelves. Holding onto her arms, he stared down her body seeing the beauty of the clamp against her skin.
“Don’t swear, baby. A lady never swears.” Training her would be so sweet. “Would you like the other one on?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“Yes.”
There will come a time when he wouldn’t be asking for her permission to clamp her gorgeous nipples. Until they explored this life together he wouldn’t take things too far in case she became scared.
Ryan placed the clamp on her other nipple slowly, drawing out her pleasure. She didn’t scream or cry only moaned, arching up against him, begging for more.
“Are you wet, baby?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m wet, so wet.”
They stood in his storage room in the tight confined space when they could have been in the playroom. Reaching down, he drew her dress up to cup her pussy. The panties were soaked and she rubbed against his hand, trying to create more friction.
“No, you’re not coming until I tell you to.” Withdrawing his hand away from her pussy, he gave her more time to see his collection of toys. “I’m going to set the room up.” Picking up a blind fold he placed it over her eyes. In the opposite corner he kep
t a nice plush chair. He didn’t bring women to this place but he did like to relax in the playroom when he made it back to his country home.
“What are you doing, Sir?” she asked, touching her eyes.
Kissing her neck, he sucked on her flesh arousing her even more. “Trust me, Jesse, I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
Leading her toward the chair, he sat her down. Her breasts lay over the top of her dress with the clamps attached. Ryan would need to release the clamps soon. Not wasting any time he started to make up his playroom, not even trying to be quiet.
* * * *
The clamps on her nipples hurt yet they were the sweetest kind of torture. Jesse gripped the arms of the chair where she held on. Sounds echoed around the large room. She wondered what the room would look like when he was done. The pain of her nipples was driving her crazy. She couldn’t think at all through the exquisite pain.
She wished the blindfold didn’t cover up her sight of the room. Part of her had been scared about coming to the playroom. Jake’s room was fully kitted out with all of his equipment on display. His toys from the giant cross to what looked like gym equipment lay in the room, each designed for his pleasure.
They never could have been a couple. Jake wanted something she couldn’t give. Ryan wanted the same but it felt different, deeper in some way. He was patient with her, wanting to explore her responses rather than speed them up or demand she submit to his will.
In fact, she’d never known a man quite like him before.
Her heart raced as her feelings for Ryan bombarded her once more.
How could he love someone like me?
What’s wrong with me?
Minutes passed, she didn’t know how many, as Ryan moved stuff around. The sounds built the excitement inside her.
Hands touched her legs suddenly, causing her to jump. “It’s okay, baby. I need to remove these clamps. First, let’s get this blindfold off.”
She blinked from the low lighting. Looking around the room she saw the cross in the far corner had binds around each point. The gymnastics bench also held ropes and along the far wall held a variety of whips, floggers and chains.
Her clit swelled, arousal gripping her harder than ever before.
“Look at me, subby,” he said.
Turning her gaze back to him she watched him circle each clamped nipple.
“These look so beautiful. I’ll be getting Natalie to take pictures of your beauty. Hold onto the arms of the chair.”
Gripping the sofa she held on tighter than ever before. With each clamp released she screamed out from the combination of pleasure and pain. It hurt yet felt so amazing. Tightening her thighs together, she arched up seeking something.
Warm wet heat surrounded each nipple.
Opening her eyes, she glanced down to see Ryan sucking on her. The heat added to her pleasure.
He moved onto her second nipple lavishing her breasts attention. “Has the pain gone?” he asked, seconds later.
“Yes, Sir.” She loved calling him Sir. The name suited him. Ryan permeated the Dom perfectly.
Fingers stroked up the inside of her thighs grazing the lips of her sex, which was covered by the thin fabric of her panties.
“Are you ready to check everything out?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ryan helped her to her feet. “If at any time you don’t want anything to happen simply tell me no. I don’t need you to be afraid of saying no, and also I’ve never been into complicated safewords.”
“I can handle that, Sir.”
“Go, and have a look around.” He sat down in the chair while she looked around the room. For a basement his space was large, comfortable and filled her with pleasure.
She went to where the tools were displayed, looking at each one without touching. When she could stand to look at them no longer from the remembered feel of the sting against her ass, she walked toward the big cross. Pressing against the wall, she found it was soft to the touch.
“Why is it soft, Sir?”
Glancing back she saw Ryan rested his head in his hand, leaning back, totally relaxed as he looked at her. “The submissive is tied to the cross, sometimes with her legs spread, other times with her legs together. The pleasure can be too much from being hit with a whip and if that happens, I don’t want any woman hurting herself by smacking their head against a dangerous wall.”
She nodded, seeing his reasoning for it.
She touched the silk ties at the end of one cross. Any submissive would be bound in luxury from the binds alone.
“No expense has been spared,” he said.
His gaze kept going up and down her body. Looking down she saw her breasts were still exposed. There was no need to put them away. Ryan had seen everything before.
She took in everything as she moved around the room. Something was tied to the wall and looked similar to a swing.
Ryan explained the swing to her and how it worked. She’d never visit a park again without thinking about this sexy alternative swing. Jesse wondered if he’d ever have her sit inside the seat, bind her up and fuck her like crazy.
Her clit bloomed under the image that passed through her thoughts. She really liked the thought of Ryan fucking her.
Would he take her today or would he make her wait?
Jesse moved from one toy to the next. The gymnastics bench looked like fun. She recalled Jake bending her over a similar looking one. He never put the binds around her to keep her in place. She held herself up as he used the paddle on her.
Jake never spanked her with his bare hand and he only brought her to orgasm using the tip of a dildo. The more she looked back over their time the more she realized he rarely did anything intimate with her. She held no complaints. Her feelings for Jake never extended to anything other than friendship. Thinking of Jake reminded her of her family.
“Stop thinking about them,” Ryan said.
“How do you know I’m thinking about them, Sir?” She walked back to stand in front of him.
He didn’t move. Ryan kept his head resting on his hand. His gaze looked up and down her body. “You’re an easy person to read. Your family care about you. Also, the way you touched that bench, I imagine you were thinking about Jake. He’s the only man you’ve been intimate with.”
Did he sound mad?
“I wouldn’t call it intimacy. We never did anything. I was thinking about the fact we didn’t touch. I never gave him pleasure at all or helped him with his orgasm.”
“Really?”
“We’ve done more together than I’ve ever done with another man in a long time.” She’d tried to have sex with boyfriends but nothing ever got her off. The men in her life tried to get her hot but making love reminded her too much of her past. She liked her sex hot, rough without any thought to the person giving her pleasure.
Frowning, she glanced at Ryan wondering what was going on. Whenever she spent time with him she forgot about her issues. Were they really issues? She’d been more intimate with Ryan than she’d ever been with any other boyfriend. Last night she’d been close with him without fear or worrying about her reaction to their closeness.
“Come back to me, baby.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her, staring into her eyes.
“I’m here.”
“You look worried. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He cupped her cheek, soothing her with his touch.
“I think, I think I’m in love with you.” She forced the words out, knowing her feelings were true the moment she spoke them. “Crap, now I’ve messed everything up.” Jesse tried to pull away. Tears sprang to her eyes but he wouldn’t let her go.
* * * *
Ryan held Jesse in place. She kept trying to pull away but he wouldn’t let her go. No, after what she just admitted he’d never let her get away again.
“You’ve not messed anything up. Stop trying to fight me. I’m still your Dom and I’ll punish you
for not listening to me.” She paused. Her blue eyes going wide as she looked up at him. “That’s more like it, baby.”
Love bloomed within his chest. She was perfect. He couldn’t believe how perfect she actually was for him. For many months he’d seen her sit in the bar, brushing men off except for Jake. At the time he hadn’t even realized she’d captured his attention. Looking back, he’d been waiting for her to arrive to get the chance to finally see her. Jesse Robinson had caught his heart and now he could never let her go.
“I love you too, baby.”
“You don’t mean that.” She tried to pull away once again.
“You’ve earned yourself five good spanks with my hand before we leave this room, Jesse.” He cupped her cheek, running a finger across her plump lips. “I love you. My feelings took me by surprise but I’m in love with you.”
“We’ve not known each other long enough,” she said.
“I don’t care. I’ve never cared about what the world thinks of me. It’s why I’ve been so successful. I go for what I want without any care as to who I hurt.” Walking her back until she hit the wall, he slammed his lips down on hers. Running his tongue along her lips, he waited for her to open up.
Jesse didn’t make him wait long. He took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside her sweet lips.
She cried out, holding onto his arms as she stroked his tongue along with hers.
“I love you,” he said, muttering the words against her lips.
“Really? How can you love someone like me?” she asked.
“If this is about your past I’m going to add more spanks to your ass,” he said, growling the last word out. Ryan would never let her think badly about herself. Her past held no possession of his feelings for her.
“No, nothing about that. This is about us, Ryan. You’re a Dominant. I’m not even a practicing submissive. I’ve never been anyone’s submissive before.” She held his face, tears forming in her eyes.
Seeing her in pain cut him deeply. “Get to your knees and present yourself,” he said, stepping back.