“Then you will have it, Brianne.”
His lips were on hers. His kiss started gentle, which surprised her. She had thought he would devour and dominate her. He nipped at her lower lip and ran his tongue along her bottom lip until she was practically begging him to dip his tongue inside her mouth. His mouth finally sealed with hers, and his tongue began a gentle exploration of her own. She felt his tongue run along her teeth, tickle the roof of her mouth, before sliding against her own. The sensuous foray sent desire coursing through her veins and settled low in her abdomen. She pressed closer to his body and answered his tongue with her own. Her head spun, and her pussy gushed honey as she breathed in his masculine scent. It was an olfactory drug, and she was a junkie. She took another hit of his scent and let it wash over her, pulling her further from her worries and insecurities.
She protested when he pulled back.
“You need a safe word, Brianne.”
Nate’s words brought her out of her reverie. Safe word?
Nate smiled at the look of surprise on her face.
“I don’t do anything without a safe word, Bri. Although, if I do my job right, you will never need to use it. You do know what a safe word is?”
Nate arched an eyebrow in question. Brianne nodded.
“Yes, I know what it is. I read about them in my books. I guess I will chose ‘red.’ That’s pretty standard, isn’t it?”
“That’s fine. It’s true, many people use ‘red.’ I will, from time to time, give you ‘yellow,’ also. You will use this when you need me to slow down or you need to catch your breath. I will let you know when you have this privilege.”
Privilege? Catch her breath?
Brianne could feel more honey trickle from her pussy, dampening her panties further at his dark, commanding tone. She felt very small and feminine as he stood looking at her. He was so tall and strong compared to her petite height. Strong and dominant.
“Go into the bedroom, remove your clothing, and kneel on the rug. I will join you in a few minutes.”
Brianne couldn’t help the reflex as her hands came up to cover her breasts. She was fully clothed, but the idea of stripping with the lights on was frightening. She had given birth, for heaven’s sake. She bit her lip when she saw Nate frown at her actions then give a heavy sigh.
“Your modesty and body image are something we will work on right away. In the meantime, you may leave on your bra and panties for a few extra minutes. Take note, Brianne, they won’t be on long.”
Before Nate could change his mind, Brianne flew to the bedroom. She didn’t think she imagined the chuckle she heard behind her.
* * * *
Brianne’s hands shook a little as she pulled her sundress over her head. She carefully folded it and placed it on the dark oak dresser before taking her place on the plush area rug, between the bed and an armchair. Despite the tendency to over-air-condition most homes during the hot Florida summer, the room wasn’t overly cool, and she was comfortable in just her bra and panties. She wished she had purchased new ones. The bra was nice enough. She had ample breasts and needed the support after nursing Kade. It was a smooth satin, demi-cup that made her feel a little sexy. The panties, however, did not. She had worn plain white cotton bikini panties. Their only concession to femininity was the lace trim at the top. I guess they won’t be on long anyway.
She tried to remember the books she had read and what they had said about kneeling. She rested her bottom on her feet and put her hands on her thighs. She was pretty sure she was supposed to look down at the floor. It seemed like forever that she waited kneeling on the rug, when she heard Nate come into the room. He didn’t address her but walked over to the closet. She peeked under her lashes and saw him pull what appeared to be a gym bag out of the closet. He dropped it next to the bed and then began pulling the comforter off the bed, tossing it onto the dresser. The top sheet he folded to the end of the bed. He then walked around her and sat in the armchair.
“Look at me, Brianne.” His tone was deep and commanding. This was an easy command to obey. She raised her eyes to his beautiful blue ones.
“I am very pleased with how you have prepared yourself for me and how nicely you waited.”
Brianne couldn’t help the warm glow in her belly that she had pleased him. She wanted to please him more.
“I think your reading has helped prepare you to a certain extent. However, each Master is different in their rules and requirements. I may not do something exactly the way you read about it. Every D/s relationship is about honesty, trust, communication, and negotiation. I will expect complete and total honesty from you, and you will get the same from me. We will communicate our needs and feelings and negotiate the parameters of our relationship. Your job is to trust me completely. Any questions?”
Brianne shook her head.
“It’s time to talk about rules. Rule number one is that when I ask you a direct question, I expect you to answer me. I want to hear your answer. Shaking your head or nodding is not considered an answer. So, let’s try again. Any questions?”
“No. Um, Sir.”
Nate smiled.
“That was a respectful answer, Bri. It pleases me that you want to show me respect. We are in a committed relationship, so it would please me if you addressed me with a title. I would like you to call me Master. Do you think you can do that?”
Brianne nodded and then realized her mistake.
“Yes, Sir. I mean, yes, Master.” Her tongue seemed a little tied. Luckily, Nate didn’t seem upset. He smiled and ran his finger down her cheek.
“It may take time for Master to come naturally to your lips. It is something that you will work on for me. In the meantime, the most important thing is addressing me with respect. Addressing me as Sir is not going to get you punished. Let’s talk about the other rules.”
Just the thought of calling Nate her Master had cream dripping from her pussy, and she could feel how her nipples had tightened. If he touched her, she would probably explode. She wasn’t sure she had ever been this turned on.
“In a D/s relationship, the slave gives herself to the Master. Your body now belongs to me. Along with it, your pleasure and your pain. When we are together like this, your thoughts, opinions, and wishes no longer count. You are here to serve me and my pleasure. Your only choice is if to use your safe word. What is your safe word, Brianne?”
“Red, Master.”
“Excellent, Brianne. Let’s continue. When we are together, I expect you to obey and submit to me. You will not question my commands. Hesitating to obey is the same as not obeying at all and will be punished exactly the same.”
Shit. That seems harsh.
“You will not speak without permission unless you are asked a direct question. If you need to speak, you will ask respectfully for that permission. I may or may not grant that permission. When we are alone, I expect your body to be open and offered to me for my pleasure and enjoyment. One of the ways you do this is by removing your clothes and having your legs open. You will do this now.”
Brianne gave Nate a blank look.
“You will do this now, Brianne. I dislike repeating myself. I want to be patient with you today and give you a gentle introduction into the lifestyle. Consequently, your hesitation to obey will be met with correction, not punishment.”
Nate’s tone finally broke through her confusion. He wanted her to take off the rest of her clothes, and apparently she had better do it quickly.
“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t understand at first what you were telling me.”
She reached back to unclip her bra.
“Ah, I see now, Brianne. If you do not understand a command given to you, you may say, ‘Clarification please, Master,’ and I will make my command more explicit.”
Brianne slid the bra down her arms and then tugged off her panties.
“Hand them to me, Brianne.”
She felt exposed and desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands. She had stretch marks
on her stomach and thighs from her pregnancy, and her breasts were no longer pert. She had to fight her instincts to keep her hands at her sides. Brianne watched Nate place her bra and panties on top of her dress then kneel next to her on the rug. She could smell the scent of his skin when he was this close, and when he reached out to touch her, she broke out in goose bumps and tingles. She saw Nate frown.
“Are you cold, Brianne? I can turn up the thermostat.”
“No! No, Master. I’m not cold. I swear.” Brianne blushed when Nate chuckled. He had to realize why she had goose bumps.
“I want to teach you a few things today. The first is the kneeling position that I prefer for you. Rest back on your heels just like that but with your knees spread and your hands laced together behind your back. Look down at the floor about two feet in front of you.”
Nate stood while Brianne quickly put herself into position. She held her breath, waiting for his approval.
“That’s very good. Just a few adjustments.”
She saw the toe of his shoe come into her line of vision as he tapped on the inside of her right knee a few times, then the same on the inside of her left. She slid her knees apart a few more inches. He walked behind her and pressed on the middle of her back slightly so her breasts were thrust forward in offering.
“That’s excellent, Brianne. You look very beautiful in this position. I can see I will have you in it often. You may raise your eyes and see how you have aroused me.”
She raised her eyes slowly and could easily see the bulge behind his zipper. She couldn’t help but wonder if his cock was as impressive as it appeared. She gulped at the thought of it in her mouth or pussy. Honey trickled down her thighs as her body prepared to take him inside. When were they going to have sex? Rick usually pounced on her and would have been done and asleep by now.
“Stand now. I’m going to inspect my new property.”
* * * *
Nate hid a smile as Brianne shakily got to her feet. She was a little awkward getting up from the kneeling position, but practice would make her graceful before long. She had done well so far. He could smell her arousal, and it hyped his libido even higher. His cock was hard and painful behind his zipper. She had delicate features with a small upturned nose and full, sensuous lips. She was so incredibly beautiful and sexy, and now she was all his. Her body was curvy and her skin a soft gold tone from the Florida sun. Her auburn hair was thick and long, and he plucked the clip holding her hair back so it fell in waves across her shoulders.
He was finally going to make love to Brianne, and his cock was anxious to get on with it. But like submissives, cocks often had to wait for their pleasure. Today would be one of those days. He wasn’t going to rush through their first training session. He would take his time and watch Bri’s reactions carefully. She didn’t know it yet, but she was going to come many times before the evening was over.
He lifted Brianne’s hands and placed them on the back of her head so that they were up and out of the way and her breasts were thrust slightly forward. He could feel her shiver as he ran his fingers down the silky skin inside her arms. He tapped his foot on the inside of each ankle, and her legs slid farther apart. He patted her ass in approval.
“Let’s discuss the rest of the rules, Brianne. As I said before, your body, pleasure, and pain belong to me. Therefore, you will not come without my permission. Even when we are not together, I expect you to abide by this rule. Your pleasure comes from me solely from now on, so touching yourself requires my express permission. If you come without my permission, this is grounds for punishment. Do you understand?”
Brianne nodded and then remembered. “Yes, Sir.”
Nate could see that this rule didn’t cause Brianne any consternation, although she had switched back to “Sir” from “Master.” It confirmed Nate’s suspicion that her asshole ex-husband hadn’t taken care of business at home, so to speak. Her nonchalant acceptance of not coming meant that she probably came very rarely with Rick the Dick. Times would be changing for his lovely slave. He still needed to teach her orgasm control but knew he needed to proceed there cautiously.
Chapter 4
She could feel moisture running down her thighs to her knees. She had never been this wet before. Hell, she was drenched. She had also never been this aroused. She wanted to fall to her knees and beg him to just get on with fucking her already!
His hands, rough from playing tennis and doing yard work but strong and precise from performing delicate surgery, ran along the planes of her face. He didn’t speak as his fingers slid from her jaw to her ear and then down her throat, roaming across her collarbone to her shoulders. She squirmed at the light touch and the electric sparks that snapped along her skin.
“Stay still, slave. I am exploring my property. Your only job is to stay still and submit.”
“Sorry, Master.” Her voice sounded breathless even to her. It was hard to stand still when he was running his hands over her like that. She had fantasized about this moment for so long.
He continued his exploration by trailing his fingers down along her rib cage, tickling her and drawing a giggle that she couldn’t hold back. Instead of being angry at her disobedience, Nate smiled.
“Ah, a little ticklish I see. This is important knowledge. If you don’t obey me, I can tie you up and tickle you as punishment.”
Nate laughed at her fearful expression.
“Not all punishment involves pain, Brianne. Sometimes punishment can involve denial, sometimes too much pleasure can be punishment. Punishment should be designed to fit the infraction.”
Brianne couldn’t imagine how pleasure could ever be punishment. She could see how denial could be a punishment as he was denying her sex right now. But she could see that he wouldn’t be hurried in any way. He was firmly in control.
His hands moved down farther, cupping her heavy breasts. His thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples, tightening them even more. She had to bite her lip to hold back her moan, and he noticed her predicament.
“Your pleasure belongs to me, slave. You will not hold back your sounds of pleasure or pain. Is that understood?” He pinched her nipples for emphasis.
“Yes, Master.” Brianne groaned as pleasure shot straight from her nipples to her clit. She squirmed as a gush of moisture ran down her legs. She felt the urge to press her thighs together to ease the ache in her cunt. She needed him inside her soon. He seemed to feel her urgency as he lowered his head and began to kiss her breathless while his hands roamed her torso. He plucked at her nipples and caressed the sensitive undersides. His hands slid down her rib cage and across her softly rounded belly to grasp her hips while his tongue moved in and out of her mouth. His tongue fucked her mouth while his hands slipped down to her ass and stroked the soft skin. She could feel the moans bubble up in her throat, but they were lost against his firm lips.
He pulled back to look into her eyes, and his fingers slid into her soaking pussy. She heard herself cry out as his fingers slid back and forth along her drenched channel and circled her swollen clit. She tried to move her hips so that he was touching her clit directly, but he removed his hand. She groaned in frustration.
“No, Brianne. You do not control this. I do. Your job is to submit. You will get only what I decide to give you.”
Brianne tried to hold still as his fingers began to caress her pussy again. She felt a finger slide inside her, and she moaned as it began to fuck her slowly while his thumb ever so lightly brushed her clit. Her legs began to shake, and she had to lock her knees to keep from collapsing at his feet.
“Oh, Master, please!” Brianne was shocked to hear herself beg yet couldn’t bring herself to stop or be ashamed. She needed desperately to come.
“Please, Master. Please may I come?”
She was breathing heavily now, and a fine sheet of sweat covered her skin.
“Soon, sweetheart. Very soon. ‘Please’ sounds so pretty from your lips. I promise it will be worth it. I am almost done inspec
ting my new property. Just one thing left.” His voice was low and soothing as if talking to a skittish horse.
He leaned over and picked up something that he had apparently thrown on the end of the bed when she was kneeling. The mystery didn’t last long as she felt the cold run down her crack. She jumped as she realized what he was going to do.
“Nate! I don’t think—” He ignored her infraction of calling him by his name.
“Hush, slave. You do not have permission to speak. Do you wish to use your safe word?” His hands stilled as he waited. Her cunt ached for his touch, and fire licked along her veins. She knew her answer.
“No, Master.” She hung her head and closed her eyes in anticipation of pain. She got pleasure instead. He added another finger in her pussy and continued the slow, steady fucking that was driving her quietly insane. She felt him move his fingers, and she caught her breath as he began the slow stroking of what must be her G-spot. Oh God, so good. Never this good.
She felt the bulge of his hard cock on her hip as he moved his other hand down her crack and his fingers caressed her tight rosette. He leaned down and began nibbling on her neck while his finger rubbed against her back hole, spreading the slippery lubricant. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she heard him say, “Breathe, Brianne.”
She felt his finger breach her as his thumb brushed her clit. She cried out from the sensation and would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her up. She couldn’t hold still as he worked his finger inside her and began to move it in and out, waking nerves she never knew she had. His other hand fucked her pussy and brushed her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body and curling her toes. Her mind short-circuited with all the sensation and she knew she couldn’t hold back another second when she heard his dark, commanding voice.
“Come for me. Come now.”
The pleasure seemed to explode from her center, and the waves rolled through her. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain rode her as she slumped against Nate. Her mind went blank for a moment as the pleasure became consuming. She could feel her pussy and back hole tighten on Nate’s fingers. At some point, her arms had come down and she was clutching his shoulders. She threw her head back as he gently bit her neck where it met her shoulder. She heard someone cry out and realized it was her.
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