by Sophia Vice
I tut her. “Rule seven. I can touch your body when and how I want, unless you safe word, in which case we will stop and discuss why you are uncomfortable. You can’t shield yourself from me. Get back where you were.”
She stares at me, her lips parted, and I can see real anxiety on her face. I suspected that she might not have experience with anal sex, but now I feel sure.
I’m glad. I want to be the first one to touch her there.
Reluctantly she slides forward again, parting her thighs so that her pussy meets my waiting hand under the water. “I’ve never done…that before,” she whispers, and I can hear a slight tremble in her voice.
“That’s okay baby,” I reassure her in gentle tones as I press my finger against her smaller entrance again. “We’ll take it slow. But this is important too. I need you to submit to me in every way, with your entire body. That includes this.” I tap my finger insistently against her, and she flushes even more. She’s the picture of desire, with her wet hair curling against her face and her eyes wide with both fear and arousal.
I press the very tip of my finger into her, and she whines, the sound soft and high-pitched. “Easy,” I murmur. “Relax for me.”
“I don’t…I don’t know if I like that.” She looks at me uneasily.
“We’ll take it slow. You’ll learn to enjoy it.” I press a kiss to her lips and remove my finger. “Now, you’re going to soak here until dinner is ready. Sound good?”
“I don’t know why you’re even asking me,” she grouses, sinking deeper into the tub as if to hide her flushed skin.
“Want to try that again, pet?” I tilt my head as if to say do you really want to test me again?
“I mean, sounds good. Thank you, sir,” she corrects herself, but her tone is still surly.
I guess I can’t work miracles in one night. She’s a work in progress.
“Better.” I chuckle, leaving her to bathe as I go to cook dinner.
As I start getting things out of the fridge, I feel my chest swell with satisfaction. This is my fantasy come to life. I have a sweet, sexy girl that will obey me and allow me to take care of her.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
That’s not true, a little voice whispers in the back of my mind. You still want her love.
9
Kyle
I lay in the tub, relaxing into the hot water as the aroma of cooking spices begins to fill the house. I inhale deeply. Whatever he’s cooking, it smells amazing.
He even cooks!
I guess getting a spanking is a fair price to pay if he’s going to be pampering me all the time. It’s pretty nice to be taken care of like this.
It isn’t really a price to pay if you enjoy it. The thought makes me frown. I’m still reeling from everything that has happened between us tonight. The punishment he gave me—both punishments—were almost more intense and painful than I could bear. I almost safe worded more than once the first time, but then that amazing thing happened again. My brain became untethered from my body…or maybe my body was freed from my brain. Either way, all of the stress began to leave my mind. His punishment gave me no room to worry or feel guilty about the state of my life. I just was.
It’s an addictive feeling.
Even more troubling is how the way he acts and talks affects me. Normally I bristle when someone tries to act domineering, but with him I just feel myself getting turned on despite my rational mind telling me that I am a modern woman who should submit to no one.
Yeah, my life is a mess, but that doesn’t mean he should order me around like some kid, does it? Can my pride and self-respect allow him to lay down these rules? Like I can’t think for myself?
I’m not so sure. But for now, I’ll go along with it, if only to have this feeling he gives me. I take a deep breath of air and submerge myself under the water. The water in my ears muffles all sound, and I relax fully, letting small air bubbles escape from my nose.
The bathwater buoys my body gently, and the sensation echoes my mental state.
I’m with him as an experiment for now, just for fun, but I can’t deny that he makes me feel weightless.
I’m dressed in his pajamas, which are hugely oversized on me. We’re seated at a beautiful teak table, and we’re eating perfectly cooked chicken breast with a side of salad. I nearly moan, it’s so good.
“Do you always eat this healthy?”
His dark eyes sweep up to mine as he takes a bite of his chicken. His lips close slowly around the fork, making me shiver. It’s criminal for a man to have lips like his.
He swallows. “Yes.”
I lean forward. “Really? You never cheat, you know, break down and buy some Kit-Kat bars or something?”
He chuckles, looking at me incredulously. “Kit-Kat bars?”
I’m aghast. “You haven’t heard of them?”
He takes a sip of wine. “No, I have. I just thought it was funny that of all vices, that was what you picked out.”
I chew the inside of my lip as I feel myself reddening from embarrassment. “They’re my favorite.”
“Hey, I don’t blame you. They’re chocolaty and crunchy. What’s not to like?” He chuckles, smiling easily at me.
When he smiles, it steals my breath away. He really is gorgeous, with his model-perfect looks and body. His dress shirt sleeves got wet from, well, touching me in the tub earlier, and now he’s wearing a cream sweater. It’s stretched taut over his muscles, and I almost wish that he was what was for dinner instead of this well-seasoned chicken.
“So you are tempted, then?” I ask, hoping to have found a flaw in his perfect self-control.
“What?” He echoes, and I realize that all of his focus is on my lips, where I just licked off a bit of errant red pepper.
“You are tempted, sometimes?” I repeat, and his eyes finally focus on my eyes instead of my lips.
“By you? I think you already know that I am.” He smiles like the cat that caught the canary, totally shameless.
I duck my head, flattered and embarrassed at the same time. “No,” I clarify, “you’re tempted to cheat on your healthy diet sometimes?”
He shrugs easily. “Sure. I’ll have a small bite of something sweet for a special occasion or for the holidays. For instance, I have some chocolate sauce in the fridge that I might like to taste sometime soon.” His eyes rove my body, and it takes me a moment to catch onto his meaning.
I shake my head at him. “Will we ever have a conversation where sex isn’t the subtext?”
He laughs. “Doubtful.”
After dinner I feel sated, relaxed, and… happy? A warmth radiates from inside of me outwards. I feel like I should be glowing. I’m clean, well-fed, and cared for.
It’s a novel feeling.
He takes me to the bedroom, and we slip between the sheets after brushing our teeth.
I feel a little awkward laying in his massive king-size bed, unsure as to whether I should snuggle with him or keep to myself. It turns out I don’t have to worry, because after he dims the lights he moves on top of me.
He kisses me gently, with a new tenderness, and I feel that glowing feeling inside of me grow. It only increases as he goes on to make love to me slowly, like I’m something he wants to savor. I come over and over again before he reaches completion.
There’s no spanking. No punishments. Just him worshipping my body.
When he first proposed having a relationship where he’s totally in control—I hadn’t pictured this. It’s enough to give me hope.
In the span of one night, he has me spinning all kinds of fantasies in my head. I want a future, I realize, with Adam Ricci. The control freak.
In the morning Adam wakes me with a kiss and a fruit salad plate. He makes me feel like I’m staying at a five-star hotel or something—with the extra perk of having a handsome as hell, shredded man waiting on me.
He musses my hair as I eat the fruit salad, and I breathe in his fresh scent. He obviously showered while I slept,
since his hair is still slightly wet.
“Can I drop you off at your apartment?” His deep grey eyes turn to me as he straightens his tie, and I feel my insides melting.
“Are you sure you have to go to work right this minute?” I ask suggestively, popping a piece of strawberry into my mouth.
He grins. “As much as I’d like to enjoy you more, I have an important meeting.” His grin is replaced by a look of stark hunger as his gaze peruses the top half of my naked body that isn’t covered by the duvet.
After one last look he goes to make coffee, leaving me to get dressed.
Once I’m ready to go Adam guides me outside to his garage, his hand resting on the small of my back. I love how he’s always touching me. It’s relaxing.
I’ve also noticed that the blissful, weightless feeling from last night has stuck with me. I don’t feel stressed out. If anything, I feel downright sunny.
Maybe my rose-colored glasses are just because of the excitement of new romance?
I look at Adam speculatively as we pull out of the drive in his car. He smiles at me, and my breath catches as sunlight filters through the windows and catches on his hair and strong cheekbones.
“What?” He glances at me as he drives, bemused.
“Nothing.” I look out the window. Get a hold of yourself.
After a few moments of silence we fall into easy conversation, and Adam tells me about his company. I already know a lot from Jason, but hearing him talk about it as CEO is different.
When he parks on the street outside of my apartment, Adam gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. I sigh as he pulls back.
“Now,” he says, and his voice suddenly seems deeper, his gaze harder, “I expect you to follow the rules today. You need to clean up your apartment, pay your bills, go to the grocery store and buy some healthy food, and do whatever else you need to do to take care of yourself. Are we clear?”
His tone sends wicked desire curling down my spine, even as I feel indignation rise up. Am I really going to let him talk to me like that?
“Sure,” I finally respond churlishly.
He doesn’t move, but I see his eyes darken. “Is that how you address me?”
I shudder. I’m tempted to sass him, but then I think about how much the punishment last night hurt. He wouldn’t spank me right here in the car, would he?
No way. He definitely wouldn’t, and even though I agreed to this relationship, I don’t think I can handle him speaking down to me and ordering me around like some teenager. I’m a full grown woman. I’m fine with him getting kinky in the bedroom, and I thought I could handle him bossing me around a little…but it rankles.
I roll my eyes at him. “I meant to say, yes, your highness,” I retort boldly.
Total silence.
You could hear a pin drop on the fancy-pants leather seats of his car.
I hold my breath as I monitor his face, which is dangerously expressionless. I didn’t misjudge, did I? He wouldn’t really spank me right here in public, would he?
Oh my god, I think, seeing him exhale slowly, he might really do it!
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later or something,” I mumble, feeling beyond uncomfortable as I reach for the door handle.
Snick. He’s locked my door. I try the handle anyway, and it doesn’t budge. My stomach drops to my toes as I turn towards him.
“You’re not going to let me out of the car?” I ask him incredulously.
He looks at me evenly, his dark grey eyes simmering with something that makes my core clench. “I will if you safeword,” he says in clipped tones as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
I look around us, checking if there is anyone nearby. We are parked in a smaller alleyway behind my building, and it’s early enough that I’m not too worried about people seeing.
But still.
The possibility is there. I feel my heartbeat accelerate.
“You’re…you’re not going to spank me here, are you?” My voice rises by several pitches.
“How I decide to punish you is up to me,” he replies smoothly, reaching into his briefcase.
What he pulls out confuses me. It’s a thin metallic chain with two clamps on each end.
Holy shit, I think, what is that?
“Take off your jacket.” The command is gravely.
I’m starting to pant in small, terrified, and, I admit it, excited breaths. I’m learning to respond to him so fast that my panties are already getting wet. How does he do that so easily?
With shaking hands, I slide off my jacket. “What are you doing? What is that?”
“You’ll see.” His smile is cruel and dark, and it sends more shivers of uncontrollable desire through me.
He leans over to me and slides a hand under my shirt, and my skin breaks into goosebumps at the contact.
“I was hopeful that we had made some progress after all of our talking last night,” he murmurs, his hand slipping inside of my bra to capture my breast, “but it seems like the reality of being under my control isn’t as easy as you thought.” He pinches my right nipple hard, and I gasp.
His other hand slips into the top of my shirt while he continues to massage and roll my nipple between his fingers. I’m nervous and taught as a bowstring as I feel something cool, the chain that was in his other hand, touch my nipple.
He regards me seriously, and it sends thrills of heated anxiety through me. “Deep breath,” he instructs.
“Oh! Fuck!” I cry out as the metal clamp that was in his hand suddenly pinches my tender nipple between its jaws.
I move to touch it, remove it, anything to end the sharp pinching feeling, but he grabs my wrist before I can move it. “No. Leave it. This is your punishment.”
I breathe hard, glassy-eyed as I look at him. He’s a total madman. Completely and totally crazy. Why am I letting him do these things to me?
He begins to repeat the process of making my left nipple hard, and I realize that the intense pain in my right clamped nipple has faded to a throb that seems to somehow be directly connected to my pussy. I’m suddenly needy and wanting inside. I wish I could ride him right here in the car.
How does he turn me into this… this animal?
My thoughts are interrupted as the other clamp comes down on my left nipple.
“Ah!” I bite into my lip at the sting, and even though I know better I start to move my hand towards my breast.
He captures both wrists in his powerful hands and holds them out in front of me. “If it hurts, breathe through it.” His grey eyes are not unkind, and I shiver.
“What else do you have in that briefcase?” I joke, and I’m rewarded by his breathy laugh. When he leans in close like this, I can smell the scent of musky pine that I associate with him.
He sobers after a moment, and his eyes burn into mine. They’re darkened with desire, and I know that he wants me here and now as much as I want him. My nipples pulse with slight pain, and it amplifies my need for him.
“Can we go into my apartment before you go to work?”
He shakes his head, the ghost of a smile curving his sensuous lips. “No. I would be late. Control,” he reminds me, giving my wrists a light squeeze, “remember?”
“Right.” My voice is hoarse with desire, and I clear it, my cheeks pinking in shyness.
I’m not used to his boldness. Not only that—I’m not used to feeling like I’m being chastised—as if I really have done something wrong. I didn’t know that it would turn me on as much as it does. I’m so far gone I’m tempted to unbutton his slacks and slide onto him while he sits in the driver’s seat—but I can see that he isn’t having it.
He wants to torture me.
I’ll just blow off some steam in the apartment, I think smugly, until I remember one of his rules:
No touching yourself.
Remembering that I’m not allowed to only makes me burn hotter with desire and shame.
Fuck. Can I last that long? The day suddenly seems like an eternity.
/> I stare at him, and something of my thoughts must communicate my inner storm of over-sexed feelings because he leans in to kiss me. The kiss isn’t sweet or chaste.
I feel his tongue against my lips, demanding entrance. When I open to him he cups the back of my neck, and I can feel every ounce of his restrained passion for me. The kiss is slow but masterful, and it makes me shiver.
When he stops I open my eyes, feeling like I’m not in the real world yet. He smiles at me, the warm pad of his thumb brushing over my cheek.
He presses another kiss to my lips, but this one is quick and gentle. “Do you want to meet me for lunch today?” He asks, pulling back.
“Do I have a choice… sir?” I remember to tack on the sir at the last minute, not wanting to give him more reasons to punish me.
“Of course.” He brushes some hair back from my face. “If you wanted to stay at your apartment, that would be fine too. I will see you tonight either way. It’s entirely up to you. Would you prefer to do your own thing?”
Well, he’s got me there. “I would prefer to have lunch with you,” I admit, chagrined.
He smiles. “I thought you might. I’ll pick you up at noon. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree softly.
I go to open the door, but he makes me pause with a hand on my arm. “You still need to do the things I told you to do today, baby. Clean your apartment, pay your bills, and take care of yourself. Do you understand?”
I nod, my eyes wide.
“Good. The clamps stay on. Don’t touch them. If you can’t handle it, text me your safeword and then you can take them off. Just because I’m not here doesn’t mean we’re not still playing.”