by Anya Summers
“All this just to have you show me the lifestyle?” she asked, her confusion evident. But she wasn’t skilled enough to hide the budding desire in her gaze, or the way she kept glancing at his mouth.
All in good time, babe.
He rose from his desk and stalked over to the door to his office. She wanted him to train her, fully instruct her in the lifestyle and how to be a proper submissive? Fine. Her training started now. “This is part of the lifestyle, babe. It’s how it works. I need more than a bedroom submissive. For the next two weeks, you will defer to me in all things. You want it? You got it.” He flicked the lock on his office door then prowled toward her. “Strip, and then get on your knees.”
She licked her lips. Her pupils dilated and he noticed her nipples were hard beneath her dress. “But I—”
He canted a brow with a direct, no nonsense glare. “Did I stutter, babe? You know what your response should be: Yes, Sir. Or we can forget the agreement, here and now.”
He watched the play of emotions over her expressive face, and knew the moment she conceded. Her body softened, releasing the pent-up tension.
“Yes, Master.”
Her softly uttered words were like a lightning strike to his system. The hard-on he’d been fighting since they entered his office strained against the confines of his jeans. She rose, putting her within arm’s reach. But he waited as she drew the frilly dress over her head. He bit back a groan at the pale blue, strapless lace bra cupping her tits and the itty-bitty strip of matching lace covering her mound.
Ram was already adjusting his schedule for the next two weeks. They would meet at the club every day at ten. That would give him until noon, when he would need to head back to his kids. They were both doing a camp in the mornings over the coming two weeks so it would work.
Then his thoughts fled as she freed her tits. Her areolas were a dusky brown, with thick, pointed nipples. He would put them in clamps tomorrow at the club. She shimmied out of her panties, leaving her gloriously nude.
Fuck.
It took every ounce of his control not to reach for her, to blast past any foreplay or training and go straight to him being balls-deep inside her cunt. Then she gracefully knelt at his feet before peering up at him expectantly.
His dick jerked in his pants, straining toward her like a dowsing rod pointing to water. Ram set the alarm on his phone, given their time constraints today, and shed his dress shirt, nearly ripping off a few buttons in his haste. The only thing slowing him down was that he wouldn’t have time to run home and change before he needed to pick up his kids.
Then he drew his zipper down and freed his cock, shoving his pants and boxer-briefs down to his thighs. Ram gripped the base of his shaft and held it in front of her gaze. He instructed, “I want you to suck my dick with just your mouth while you cup your tits and play with the nipples for me.”
She rose up slightly on her knees. The move positioned her mouth directly in front of his shaft. Her pink tongue darted out and licked off a drop of pre-cum from the crown. He hissed as she enveloped the head, laving him with her tongue. Then she cupped her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. He cupped her head and slowly thrust inside her mouth, watching his dick disappear between her cupid’s bow lips.
Sadie seemed to relish sucking his cock, hollowing her cheeks and deep throating him time and time again. With the sound of her garbled moans, her hands began to stray from her tits. Between his thrusts, Ram watched as she slid them between her legs.
As fucking hot as it was that she was so aroused she needed to touch herself, he was the only one who got to touch her pussy. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and hauled her up to her feet.
“No, you are not to touch your pussy without my consent. In fact, during the next two weeks, you are not allowed to touch your cunt. I’m the only one who gets that pleasure. Understood? And for disobeying a direct order, I’m going to spank your sweet ass until it’s red.”
“But—”
“You don’t have my permission to speak unless it’s to use your safeword.”
She nodded. He positioned her over his desk with her torso flush against the wood, giving him a perfect, clear path to her bare bottom. Placing a firm hand upon her lower back, holding her still, he whacked his palm against her butt cheek. She yelped, and her golden skin glowed a pretty shade of red from the swat.
He wasn’t going to stop until he had tanned her hide ruby red. It would make sitting a mite uncomfortable for the next day, but she would remember that disobedience would be punished. Ram enjoyed disciplining her. He watched for signs that he was being too harsh, but she didn’t protest.
His hand became numb as he made his swats increasingly harder.
Then Sadie surprised him at the next firm whack to her bare bottom. She moaned, tilting her bottom up like she was begging for more, and writhing her hips. She craved discipline like other women craved chocolate. Fuck, could she be a more perfect submissive? The crease between her globes glistened with her juices, displaying her need.
Ram felt like he was about to come out of his skin. He needed the taut clasp of her pussy squeezing his dick, and he needed it now. He ended the spanking.
“No, Sir. Please,” Sadie begged, panting.
“Hush. Not to worry, babe. I’m going to take care of you.” He positioned himself behind her, massaging the globes of her ass, enjoying her deep-throated moan. With the base gripped in his hand, he drew his shaft through her folds. Fuck, she was drenched with her desire.
Ram could no longer wait. His control snapped in half. With a roll of his hips, he surged inside her and groaned as her pussy clamped around his dick, squeezing him as she came.
“Oh god, yes, Ram. Sir.”
Gritting his teeth, he grasped her hips and did what he had been wanting to do all morning long. He fucked her. Hard. Shuttling his shaft in and out of her hot cunt, he pummeled her pussy. Ram wanted to leave an indelible mark on Sadie. In the future, once their time together was up, whenever she thought about her introduction to the lifestyle and submitting, he wanted it to be his image she remembered, recalling the way he had screwed her until she was a moaning, quivering mass of desire. That he was the one who’d made cream drip from her pussy, while she masturbated to the memory.
He grunted: a deep guttural groan. Sadie’s pussy felt like heaven surrounding his dick, the way she fluttered and clutched him tightly. God, he wanted her ass again too. But he didn’t have any lubricant. He coated his thumb with her juices and inserted it past the taut ring of her rosette. Sadie’s hips bucked at the forced entry. “Oh, Sir.”
He thrust his thumb into her ass in tandem with his cock in her cunt. Tomorrow, he would claim her ass again, as many times as possible in the available time.
“Sir, please,” she begged, panting and moaning uncontrollably.
“Not just yet. Hold on a little longer, babe. Fuck, you have the sweetest pussy.” He slammed his shaft in until he hit the lip of her womb, again and again, loving the way her cunt gripped him.
When she began babbling, pleading with him to let her come, Ram unleashed the last tethers on his control. He pounded her cunt, grunting at the force of his thrusts.
“Sir,” she whined.
“Come for me, Sadie,” he commanded, and slapped her ass as he slammed home.
Her hips jerked and her pussy spasmed around his cock. She keened, loudly. Her orgasm spurred his on. With his next thrust, he blew his load, his cock spurting streaming jets of semen into her quaking sheath. Ram thrust again and again, drawing out his climax until the final drop was spent. Still embedded in her sweet cunt, he leaned over her back, cupped her face and turned it toward him. He kissed her, putting all his praise, all his desire, all satisfaction into his embrace.
As the kiss progressed, he felt his shaft growing hard once more. He lifted his lips.
“How?” she panted.
“It’s all you, babe. And we have about twenty minutes to make the most of it,” he murmured
, wrapping his hands around hers, which were gripping the ledge of his desk.
And then he proceeded to show her how many times she could climax in those twenty minutes.
Chapter 16
Sadie entered Grace’s hospital room still unsteady from Ram and her multi-orgasmic morning. He was going to train her to be a proper submissive. That meant more cataclysmic orgasms with the potent, domineering man, more of the bondage and discipline her body craved at his hands. They were meeting at ten every morning for the rest of this week, although he was unavailable on the weekends because of his kids. They would resume the following week at the same time.
But that would be it. Then this sexy interlude with Ram would be over. Her heart clenched at the thought.
Why the thought upset her, she didn’t know. Nor was she ready to examine the whys behind it. There would be time for that later, when their time together ended. For now, she was going to enjoy the moment, enjoy him and his stellar lovemaking.
Grace looked over, spied Sadie, and her entire demeanor brightened. It was like she hadn’t expected Sadie to return. Sadie’s heart broke into pieces over it because she understood why. Most likely, in Grace’s mind, her family had disappeared like smoke evaporating in the air.
“How are you today, Grace? What should we read, huh?” Sadie said, much more confident today. Ram and his intoxicating lovemaking were doing that for her. He was helping her find her backbone that had been missing these last two years, waking her up from sleepwalking through her days, and making her feel.
Grace waved her over and pointed at one of the books on the chair. Today, they were going to get her out of the hospital gown, and into one of the nightgowns that Sadie had picked up for her.
Sadie walked over and said, “Look what I got you.” She held up the two bags stuffed with clothes that Grace might need.
Judging by the books Grace liked the most, Sadie had figured that the little girl liked bright colors. She pulled out a bright pick night gown with a sparkly depiction of a unicorn on the front.
Grace clapped her hands excitedly.
“You want to put this on?”
Grace nodded.
“Okay, let’s get one of the nurses in here to help me.” Sadie pushed the call button and told the nurse what she wanted to do for Grace.
Amara, the on-call nurse, came and helped Sadie change Grace out of the hospital gown and into the unicorn nightie. The transformation in Grace over something so small was profound. Joy radiated from her little body and, with her good arm, she traced the unicorn.
Sadie spent the afternoon with Grace. She wished she could stay longer, but the bedroom furniture was being delivered that night. The store had called because they’d had a cancellation and could move up the delivery date. That was fine by Sadie. She had the home inspection on Friday morning. It meant she was going to have to cancel her session with Ram on Friday, since she couldn’t be in two places at once. As much as she was disappointed by the thought, judging by Ram’s words that morning, he was only going to be a factor in her life of the short-term variety. Sadie hoped that, when it came to Grace, she would live with her long term.
When it came to Ram, she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted—other than his incredibly hot body and all that came with it.
When she finally lay in bed that night, replaying the day, Sadie became rather aroused thinking of Ram and how he had mastered her, from the spanking to screwing her brains out. Twice. Leaving her limp and sated, willing to do whatever it took to feel him once more.
Her hand trailed down her belly. Then her phone chimed on the nightstand.
She sighed and grabbed her phone, wondering who could be texting her at this hour.
Ram: You’re not touching my pussy, are you?
How did he know? She thought about ignoring the text. But the longer she stared at the words, the more heated she became.
Sadie: No. But I want to. Can’t stop thinking about today.
From what she had researched, Sadie knew that communication and honesty were key. And, truth be told, she didn’t want to lie to Ram.
Ram: Play with your clit for me.
What? Phone sex via text? Was he planning on torturing her?
Sadie: But???
Ram: Sadie. I mean it. Rub your clit, imagine it’s my fingers and tongue doing the honors.
Her breath backed up in her lungs because she could imagine that quite well. Should she? It wasn’t like anyone else would see.
Sadie: Yes, Sir.
She reached down between her legs, her fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her panties and delved between her labia to her little pleasure button. Sadie was already aroused from her memories of the day. She circled her clit with her fingers, imagining it was Ram.
Ram: Are you doing it?
Damn, it was hard to type a response and finger herself at the same time. But she managed.
Sadie: Yes.
Ram: Show me.
After turning on the bedside light, it took her a minute to position the camera at the right angle. But she took a shot of her fingers spreading her labia, giving him a bird’s eye view. Then she sent it.
Ram: Go to your front door.
Her front door? But why? Before she could respond, there was a sharp knock. Sadie bolted up in bed. Flushed. Aroused. Doing things she had never thought she would ever consider. At the second knock, she scrambled out of bed, grabbing her robe on her way. She flicked on the lights in the hall and then in the living room as she headed toward the front door.
After sliding her robe on and belting it, she glanced through the peep hole. Ram. He was here.
She unlocked her door and yanked it open. Ram stood on the other side, looking big, bad, and just a touch dangerous. Every single erogenous zone she possessed tingled. Breathlessly, she asked, “What are you doing here?”
He nudged his way inside, his chest bumping hers as he crowded her and shut the door behind him. “You. I’m doing you. I don’t have long before I need to pick my kids up.”
Anticipation hummed in her blood. Sadie didn’t fight him when he backed her up against the wall in her entryway. In fact, she went willingly into his arms. This was what she needed. Him. She slid her arms up around his neck. He hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and stole the breath from her body. His lips crushed hers, claiming her mouth in a torrid, passionate kiss that left her moaning. This was what she’d been lying in bed dreaming about before his text message: the way he kissed her, knew precisely how to kiss her to make the rest of the world disappear so that it was just the two of them.
His greedy mouth was hot and hungry, his tongue thrusting against hers. She slid her hands into his hair, holding his mouth prisoner against hers. She would agree to just about anything if he just kept kissing her like this, his hands palming her ass, using the wall at her back for support. Ram kissed her like she mattered to him, like he couldn’t imagine not touching her. One kiss turned into another, and more. It was everything a kiss should be. If Ram hadn’t been holding her, her knees would have buckled and she would have been on the floor.
His hands were efficient while his mouth ate at hers. His hands trailed up her sides and shoved her robe open and off her shoulders. She let the satin material fall to a heap on the floor. It left her in only a satin, pale pink tank top and matching lace panties.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. And I can’t wait any longer. Damn near wrecked my car when your picture came in,” Ram admitted. He tugged at the strip of lace and ripped her panties off, baring her mound to his touch. He yanked her tank top off, leaving her naked and against the wall in her apartment while he was still dressed.
“You’re wearing too many clothes… Sir.”
A wicked grin spread over his lips. “We should remedy that immediately.”
She helped him, tugging at his tee shirt. He aided her, reaching over his shoulder, his bicep flexing. Sadie didn’t know what it was about a finely-honed muscular bicep, watching the sinews and fl
esh ripple with movement, that made her hot as all get out. She wanted to run her tongue over the muscle and nibble on it.
Then he took her mouth in a drugging, she couldn’t remember her own name, let alone anything else, nor did she care as long as he kept kissing her type of kiss. She slid her hands into his hair and held on. His kiss made her ache in all the right ways. It left her hungry and needy for more. At the sound of his zipper lowering, she moaned into his mouth, thrilled he wasn’t going to torture her and make her wait.
Then he was pushing his fat cock inside her, stretching her and drawing another moan from her. Using the wall for support, Ram screwed her brains out. It was hurried and rough. No preamble or foreplay. Just down and dirty, up against the wall, fucking her brains right out. Oh god, she reveled in his intense lovemaking. In the hard, brutal thrusts as he pounded her with his cock.
The orgasm hit. Her hips bucked. The ecstasy flash-fried her system. And still, he didn’t stop. He was still hard and huge, pumping in long hard strokes. His mouth swallowed her moans and she wondered if a person could die from ecstasy.
Ram lifted his mouth from hers, a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
He followed his question with three hard, pummeling thrusts.
She gasped. “You, Sir. Just you.”
He turned downright feral at her response, kissing her hard, slanting his mouth over hers in a bruising kiss. She held on, meeting his jackhammered thrusts, oscillating her hips again and again.
Sadie’s hips bucked as she came apart. The climax made her blind to anything but the pleasure cascading in unending waves, battering her heart and soul. Ram ripped his mouth from hers. His cock jolted as he thrust, spilling his seed inside her quaking channel.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continued thrusting, drawing out their pleasure until every drop of semen had emptied from his shaft.
And then he just held her, wrapped around him like she was a part of him, connected at the deepest level two beings could be. She could feel it, could feel her heart cracking open and letting him in. Just like it had already let Grace in.