I Need You (Learning to Let Go)

by Hazel St James

  Sara protested loudly as he cradled her body in his arms, walking her into the bathroom. She had an evil grin on her face and was just about to say something smart, when he silenced her with a look. “Your ass is already sore, Sara. Let’s not make it worse. I’m quite well versed in other forms of torture, however, if you feel like you need to be sassy, little one.”

  Sara tried to stifle her grin as she tucked her head into her own chest, and answered, “Yes, Master.”

  Chris lowered her into the water, and she hissed when the very warm water touched her sore butt cheeks. Tenderly, Chris leaned back so that her neck was nestled against a towel on the rim of the bathtub. He tenderly brushed his knuckles across her cheek as he asked, “Do you know what that means, Sara, to call someone Master?”

  Confidently, she answered, “Yes, my sister and her boyfriend have a more lax Dominant/submissive relationship, but she did mention using the term Master recently. I think it fits, don’t you?”

  Chris’ face lit up in a broad and deep smile that reached his eyes. “God, yes. It fits, Sara. I was afraid that I would have to torture you into calling me that. You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

  “Chris Lake, for the first time in almost a year, I feel like the world has righted itself again. I didn’t know what was missing until just now. You are my epiphany. Thank you for coming back for me.”

  “The sun rises and sets with you, baby.” Chris let go of her face, and stood up. “Now, I’ll bring your cell phone in and a glass of water. If you suddenly feel like you are overwhelmed, or sad, or anything out of the ordinary, you call me.”

  Chris came back into the bathroom, typing something into her phone. He set it down on the tiled floor next to her and grabbed a glass of water from the faucet. “I’ll only be gone for a few. Any food you don’t particularly like, Sara?”

  “I’m not picky. But I would appreciate it if you would bring me back an ice water. Not a huge fan of tepid tap water, Chris.”

  Chris narrowed his eyes on her, but she could see that he was holding back a smile from his lips. Finally, he rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna be fun to train, my little submissive.”

  Sara laughed as she sunk back into the tub, resting her eyes. The front door to the hotel room closed, leaving Sara alone to soak away the delicious pain in her rear end. Just as her mind had started to clear and a blissful peace enveloped her, the cell phone on the floor was beeping. Sara looked over the edge of the tub at the screen, and could see a text message displayed. The name of the sender was listed as “Master.” The message was one word: Mine

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sara was absolutely content. There was no other way to describe her current emotional state, or lack there of. Chris was sitting next to her on the bed, answering some emails on his phone. He had taken his shirt off after supper, and plopped down onto the bed, with his back propped against some pillows. He patted the spot next to him, indicating that she was supposed to lie down too.

  After several attempts at putting her clothes back on, Sara had finally given up. It was going to take her a while to get used to being naked all the time in private. But it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, the way that he watched her body as she sauntered around the room was making her libido stand up and take notice.

  Now, she was lying face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillows. Chris would occasionally reach out and stroke her back and her butt, until she would moan or purr, and then he would remove his hand. Her insides were starting to ache as she waited for him to further his advances. Sighing loudly, she sunk into the bed even further, thinking that maybe he wasn’t interested right now, which really sucked because she was really interested. Really, really interested.

  “Something bothering you, little one?”

  Sara huffed as she bit out, “No.”

  Chris laughed before she heard his phone clicking as he set it down on the table next to him. “Try again, Sara.”

  Sara raised herself off the bed and turned to face him. She got comfortable lying on her side, and then she started absently tracing the floral patterns on the bedspread with her finger. She really didn’t know what else to say other than she was getting very hot and bothered, and didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted, or if she was allowed to ask for it.

  Chris smiled at her ever so sweetly when she looked up at his face. “I won’t repeat myself, little one.”

  Knowing that he was pushing her, she felt a twinge of anger with him. It had tainted her next words with venom. “I want to have sex, Chris. Hot and sweaty sex. But, you’re being a dick. So the moment has passed.”

  Within seconds, Chris was restraining her with his own body. He had braced his arms alongside her head on his elbows and was staring into her eyes with a dark look that didn’t bode well for her.

  “Has it?” he said as he ground a prominent erection over her bare pussy for a brief second, long enough that she could feel how aroused he was. The added pressure also added friction from the sheets on her sensitive rear end.

  Sara closed her eyes as she moaned, excited from the intimate contact. She tried to lift her hips up to meet his, but Chris simply kissed her on the nose, and rolled back over to his side of the bed, continuing to tap on the screen on his phone. “Our relationship is still new for me to punish you for being sassy. I have a few emails that I need to respond to, and I’m just about finished. If you have a question for me, you are always allowed to respectfully ask.”

  Sara closed her eyes, and answered, “I was getting rather turned on when you touched me like that, but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to…you know…”

  “No, I don’t know, Sara. You have to tell me what you mean.”

  His face lit up in a smile before his fingers skillfully tapped a message into his phone. Not happy about being ignored, Sara got up off the bed and went to pull her clothes back on. She felt neglected before, but her feelings had escalated to downright angry now.

  “Sara,” his voice was dark as night, making her rethink disobeying him. “Do you want to explain what you are doing?”

  “Right back at ya, Chris.”

  Exhaling like an obtuse teenager, Chris shook his head and then got off the bed. He didn’t come near her, instead he wound his way around to the other side of the room, avoiding close contact with her. He walked into the bathroom, coming back out holding a bath towel. He sat back down on the bed, folded the towel neatly and set it on the floor next to him.

  “Lesson one, Sara. You don’t question my judgment. I had some pressing emails that required my attention, but I was just finishing. I would never ignore you, unless I had a good reason. I said that we would be working on your training, and that is what I was doing. Since you have decided to pull out the brat card, I’m trumping it with some punishment that you will not enjoy. Present and kneel on the towel. You may leave your hands palm up on your lap.” He pulled his legs back up onto the bed, and stretched out again with his hands behind his head, leaning back. “Now, Sara.”

  His deep baritone voice when he barked the last words indicated that he had reached his limit. Not sure what kind of implements of pain he had picked up from in town, she decided that she wasn’t going to push her luck. Sara had only experienced hand spankings, but she had done a bit of research on BDSM last fall and knew that some Dominants could get pretty creative.

  Sara had only managed to pull her shorts back on, so she had quickly started shimming them down her legs. Once she was naked again, she not so gracefully kneeled on the towel next to the bed. After getting into the position that he ordered, she lowered her gaze to the floor.

  “Thank you, little one. I don’t expect you to explicitly trust me yet, but I assumed that we have a solid foundation started. I wasn’t ignoring you, I was bringing you to a slow fire burn. I want the first time that my cock is buried inside you again to light your insides up.”

  Sara couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that left her feeling somewhat light-headed. Or maybe it
was the rush of blood from her brain to her girly parts that accounted for the lack of brain waves. Whichever it was, the feeling morphed into a lucid intoxication, one that left her feeling incredibly hot and needy.

  The ache in between her legs had started to become uncomfortable as the moisture started to trickle onto her thigh. Sara wanted desperately to clench her thighs together for some relief, but she had zero intentions of moving and displeasing Chris again.

  After an unknown amount of time had passed, Sara was on the verge of screaming in frustration. Chris hadn’t made a move towards her, nor did he look at her. He had closed his eyes and was quietly sitting on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. Sara was sure that he wouldn’t be upset if she simply asked a question, especially if she asked in the meekest voice she could muster.

  “Master? May I ask a question?”

  Chris unhooked his hands from under his arms, and then re-crossed them in his lap. “I was hoping that you would.”

  Sara frowned as she stared at the floor. “I didn’t think I was allowed to question you.”

  Chris laughed as he patted his thighs, motioning for her to rise and straddle his legs. “Come up here, Sara.”

  It felt wonderful to stand up and stretch; the position on the floor was anything but comfortable for an extended period of time. But that was the point. Sara was well aware that it was punishment, and wasn’t looking forward to repeating it. Her back was sore, and her legs were stiff. She glanced at the clock and realized that she had been on the floor for at least a good half hour.

  After she had fumbled onto his lap, he helped her to get more comfortable, and was squeezing the muscles in her thighs rhythmically, massaging them gently.

  “You are encouraged to ask questions, especially since you are new to this. Now, what would you like to talk about?”

  “You’re right. I don’t really know what I am doing. Is there a cliff notes version of a Dominant/submissive relationship? I need it. I want to be everything that you expect me to be.”

  Soft fingers grasped her chin and lifted until she was looking directly into Chris’ sweet smiling face. “I expect you to be yourself. We will make up the rules for our relationship as we go. We don’t need to follow anyone else’s definitions. I expect you to speak respectfully, trust my judgment, and know that I’m always thinking about your best interest. For right now, those are the only rules you need to follow.”

  Sara leaned forward, resting her head against his hard chest. He lifted his arms to touch her back, but made a soft grunt. She sat up quickly, looking at the pained look on his face. “Sir, have you had a doctor examine your shoulder?” All the times that Chris had carried her in the last few hours blew through her mind, and she covered her mouth with her hand while she gasped, “Oh my god! You have been carrying me around! No wonder you are hurting. We’ll take my car to the emergency room so you don’t have to balance your bike. Let me get…”

  Sara started to lift off his lap, but Chris held her down with ease. She didn’t want him exerting himself, so she quickly sat back down. “No, Sara. I have already seen a doctor in Kentucky. It doesn’t always hurt, just certain motions bother me more than others. As soon as we get back to Colorado, I will start physical therapy.”

  Sara flinched as her brain processed what he just said. “You mean you’re going back to Colorado?”

  Chris looked at her pointedly and replied, “Yyyeeesss, Sara,” with an exaggerated pause, “We are going back to Colorado. I still have my apartment there, and Craig at the bar told me that you don’t have a job right now, and that you don’t have much family around here anymore.”

  “How do you know Craig? And my sister is here! I can’t leave her now! We’ve just started getting closer and I don’t think….”

  Chris silenced her lips with a long, passionate kiss that left her drained, and completely derailed her train of thought. “Don’t overthink things, Sara. You need a change of pace. If you don’t want to stay in Colorado permanently, then we can just go for a few months and come back. I would prefer to live in a bigger city than this, but whatever makes you happy. I was at the bar last night after Craig dropped you off at your sister’s apartment. He’s pretty chatty and he told me that your mother kicked you off the farm you grew up on, and that you live in a shit-hole trailer that should be pushed into the ground and buried.”

  “I need you to be happy with your life, and I want to be a part of it. Forever. I love you, Sara. I think I have since our first night together.”

  Sara couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down her cheeks, nor did she want to. As each tear fell, her body felt lighter and her mind was clearing. Happiness flooded her system, making it easy to say the words back to him. “I love you, too. With everything that I am.”

  Chris smiled as he grabbed her face with his hands, pulling her down so that she was laying on top of him. His lips were sweet and tender as he made love to her mouth. He rolled them both over so that he was on top and his body was pinning her into the mattress. Shifting his attention down her body, he quickly honed in on her aching breasts. Having his talented mouth nipping and licking the swells of her breasts was the most heavenly torture. Once he flicked the tight buds of her nipples with his tongue, she was panting heavily.

  Chris only chuckled as he continued to her navel, dipping his tongue inside her belly button and tickling her ribs with the calluses on his hands.

  His tongue massaged a trail down her body as he held her hips down and used his knees to spread her legs. A gust of breath tickled across her mound as his fingers spread her labia wide. Her back arched when his tongue landed directly on her throbbing clit. “Oohhh!” she cried while she wove her hands into his hair.

  Chris jumped off the bed as if he was burned, but he had the most devious smile on his face. While rummaging through the hardware store bags near the door, he told her, “I wouldn’t want you to worry about where to put your hands, little one.”

  He pulled a roll of athletic tape out of the bag, tossing it up in the air and catching it as he walked back towards the bed. In his other hand was a blunt-edged pair of scissors and a foil packet. “Hands above your head and cross your wrists together.”

  “Yes, Master,” she answered as she lifted her hands as instructed.

  Chris deftly unwrapped the tape and wound it carefully around her wrists. Once he was done, he tore the tape with his hands, and set the tape, scissors and condom on the table next to her head. “There really isn’t a good place to secure you here, so this will have to do. When we get back home, I will give you a proper introduction to restraints. I don’t think you are ready for that, yet.” He kissed her mouth quickly, before he shucked his jeans and boxer briefs.

  He crawled in between her legs again and started to mercilessly tease the petals of her sex with his tongue. It didn’t take long for her staccato whimpering to turn into an elongated moan.

  “Please, Sir. Please, make me come.”

  “My pleasure, Sara.”

  Sara could hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and she watched him unfurl the latex over his shaft. Chris guided his cock until it was barely brushing the swollen folds. Expertly he slid inside her slippery channel, slowly at first until he had bottomed out. Sara immediately began a monosyllable pant as he pumped in and out, making her body float with sensations.

  Chris’ face was curled up in angst as he continued to drive in and out. Sara could feel the telltale sensations signaling she was close to an orgasm. She tried to hold on as long as she could, until she knew that Chris was ready. For some reason, she wanted to explode with him at the same time, to feel the same feelings at the exact same moment; to know that they were completely in tune with each other.

  Chris opened his eyes, carefully watching her face as he angled her hips a different direction, letting his cock brush her insides at a different angle. As if on cue, she could feel his cock swelling as he ordered, “Come with me, Sara.”

  That was it for her. The
sensations that battered her nerve endings were way beyond anything that she could have imagined. Every cell in her body was being electrified as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Chris sounded like he was speaking in tongues as he muttered incoherent words through clenched teeth. The first wave had started to subside, when Chris laid his thumb over her overly sensitive clit, and commanded, “Again, Sara. You can do it.”

  At first she want to squirm away from his touch, but it quickly turned into another series of wonderful tingles that made her body feel lighter. Chris slowed his movements, as Sara tried to regain her senses, but she liked the euphoric feeling and didn’t want it to end. For a few minutes, she was going to enjoy the orgasmic stupor. She knew that Chris was here, and she was safe. The world had righted itself.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sara stood outside her almost empty home as Chris and Bryn’s boyfriend, Charlie loaded up the last of the furniture that she owned onto the rented trailer. They had decided that it would be best to just donate to charity the pieces that were in good enough shape and toss the questionable items.

  Chris had growled at her several times when they were sorting through all her things, telling her that she wouldn’t be living like this anymore. Not on his fucking watch. It was sweet that he was so protective, but it was a bit painful when she laughed at him the last time and he pulled her into the bedroom. After baring her ass, he paddled her a few times before calmly pulling her jean shorts back up and leaving the room.

  Once the last of the pieces were strapped down, Charlie had started to walk back to where Sara and Bryn were casually lounging in the shade. Chris headed the other direction, making Sara a bit nervous. She doubted that he was supposed to be doing any heavy lifting, but the bull-headed man wouldn’t listen, and she was afraid that he was in pain.

  Chris tweaked her nipple, hard, when she suggested that they ask for someone else to help load the furniture. Sara’s pain tolerance in the last few weeks had gone up considerably, but at the same time, he was well-versed now on what types of kind of pain she could and couldn’t handle.