Hannah blushed crimson at his bluntness, a bit mortified at having to actually discuss her aversion to giving a blow job. “Yes, Sir, I understand. I would like to give you this pleasure, but I’m afraid I’ll throw it back up on you. It’s just never been my thing. I’m sorry.”
Drew laughed. “All right, well, let’s chalk that up to a maybe. Perhaps I can get you to change your mind. I also want to define what entails excessive pain methods for you.”
Hannah nodded again, now going a bit pale as she wondered how far over her own personal boundaries she may actually have to go. In training, it had seemed so easy to safe word out. But in the here and now . . . “Okay. What do you want to know?”
Drew rose off the couch, took Hannah’s glass and started walking into the kitchen. “Let me get you another glass of water, and we can finish discussing.” Drew was back within a moment and handed her a refilled glass before settling back down on the couch.
“Okay, pain. Can I use clamps? Nipples and on your clit?”
Hannah nodded in response, gulping almost audibly. “Yes, as long as they aren’t weighted or too tight.”
“Okay, very good. What about cuffs? I know you agreed to be restrained, but are you opposed to metal, zip ties, ropes?”
Hannah couldn’t believe she was discussing this, even though Domme Maria had explained this would occur. And really, it was a good Dom who did discuss these things. “Cuffs are okay. I prefer not to use metal. I have to go back to the real world on Monday and don’t want to have to explain any marks. Rope is okay. Zip ties are possible, again, as long as they don’t leave any marks.”
“Okay, perfect. That’s enough for now. I’m not sure how much torture I can fit into a single weekend anyway,” Drew said with a wink.
Hannah’s eyes were wide as she nodded in acknowledgement, not sure if she was hiding her apprehension very well. She must not have been doing a good job, because Drew took one of her hands in his, holding it reassuringly.
“I will do nothing to hurt you.” He smiled wryly. “Well, at least nothing you don’t want me to do. I will listen to what you want, and I know what your limits are. Don’t be afraid. That’s the last thing I want you to feel about me. Understood?”
Her relief must have been palpable as she smiled because Drew leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, as if to seal his promise to her. He stood up then and looked down at her questioningly.
“Are you warmer now? And when was the last time you ate? Because I’m starving.”
Hannah nodded to indicate she was much warmer, and her stomach growled loudly as if it, too, was responding to Drew’s question. They both looked at her stomach and laughed.
“Okay, why don’t you get dressed while I make us something to eat in the kitchen? Some Doms prefer their subs stay naked at all times when present. I am not one of them. I prefer a woman in lingerie. Silky, lacy, sexy. When we are here, in this house, I want you dressed as such.”
Hannah stood and wrapped the blanket around her, more now for security than warmth. “Yes, Sir.”
She was so lucky to have been purchased by a Dominant who seemed to be gentle and caring. If the other man had purchased her instead, her evening probably would have taken a much different turn already. She hoped her first impression of him proved correct.
3
Hannah walked into the bedroom and pulled open the drawer of the wardrobe. She gasped at the beautiful colors and fabrics that were revealed. Mostly silks, but some lace, and all in beautiful jewel tones of sapphire, emerald, ruby and onyx. There were more undergarments in the drawer than she could wear in two weeks, let alone two days.
She had no idea what Drew’s preferences were, but black was always a classic. There was a gorgeous pair of silk boy shorts, cut high in the back and trimmed with lace. She pulled those on and found the matching bra. The material of the bra was the sheerest silk, again trimmed in lace that matched the panties. The demi-cups pushed her breasts up, almost spilling her nipples over the top of the lace. She felt incredibly sexy, sexier than she could have felt naked. There were garters and hose and beautiful, high-heeled shoes, but she decided to keep things simple.
Hannah walked into the kitchen and found Drew at the counter, his back to her, chopping something on a wooden block. He stilled and then turned as she entered. She stopped and waited for his next command.
He had removed his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his dress shirt, revealing dark, curly hair on his chest. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, and he had fastened a makeshift apron around his waist by tucking a dish towel into his belt. He still wore his dress slacks and shoes, but he looked completely at ease in the kitchen. A wicked smile spread across his face as his gaze traveled over the length of her body.
“Scarlett, you look amazing. If I didn’t know you were so hungry, I’d throw you up on that counter right now and have my way with you.”
Wiping his hands on the towel at his waist, he walked slowly around her and then stopped directly in front of her. He grasped her behind the neck and pulled her to his mouth for a kiss. Soft at first, he swept his tongue against her lips, urging her to open them, and then caressed the inside of her mouth, entwining his tongue with hers. She could taste the bit of lime that had flavored their water, but his kiss was anything but refreshing; it was searingly hot. As the kiss became more urgent, Drew pulled her up against his body, his hand no longer gentle on her neck but firmly on her backside, pressing her into his hardened length. Hannah moaned as she wrapped one hand around his waist, clutching onto his shirt back, while the other fisted in his hair, trying to deepen the kiss consuming her. Their chemistry was electric, like a bolt of lightening had struck them both. Drew broke away from her mouth and slowly trailed a line of wet kisses down her throat, stopping at the base of her neck, nipping lightly before she felt him pull away from her.
Hannah looked up at Drew with hooded eyes, curious why he stopped. Drew grasped her chin, lightly kissed her lips and then pointed to a stool at the counter. “Sit. I need to feed you, and then we can finish that kiss.” Hannah looked at the stool, looked at him and then did as he asked. Drew walked back to the counter and returned to cutting a tomato.
“Grilled chicken salad okay?” Drew looked over his shoulder at her.
She nodded yes, but kept silent. He stopped chopping and turned around again.
He looked at her with hard eyes and, his tone short, asked, “Don’t you mean, ‘Yes, Sir’?”
Hannah flushed red, nodded again and forced out a weak, “Yes, Sir.”
“I need you to respond to me verbally, Scarlett. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Hannah responded quickly, chastising herself for forgetting the most basic of command responses within an hour of being a submissive.
“Good. There will be no misunderstandings this way.” He finished chopping all the chicken and vegetables and swept them into a bowl. “Do you have a preference on salad dressing? I was going to use a balsamic, if that’s okay?”
“Balsamic is fine, Sir.”
Drew poured a small amount of dressing into the salad, grabbed a fork, pulled up a stool and sat in front of her. He was so close that her knees were inside of his spread legs. He punched the fork into the bowl, spearing a piece of chicken and some lettuce before bringing the fork up to her mouth.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked as she leaned back away from the fork.
Drew frowned in obvious frustration. “I’m going to feed you.”
“Why? I can feed myself.” Hannah knew she shouldn’t question a Dom, but it seemed silly to have someone feed her like a two-year-old.
“Because I want to. It gives me pleasure to take care of your needs.” Drew looked down and, after letting out a long breath, said in a sterner tone, g “And if you question me again, I will punish you. Do you understand?”
Hannah nodded and replied meekly, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now open up and eat.”
Drew raised t
he fork to her lips, and this time she complied, taking it into her mouth. He slowly slid the fork out, his eyes never leaving hers as he speared more of the salad and again held the fork to her mouth. His eyes still locked on hers, a warmth gathered low in Hannah’s belly as it became apparent that feeding her was a much more intimate act than she’d realized. While she chewed, he fed himself bites of the salad, using the same fork. They remained silent throughout, eyes always on each other.
Drew put the fork down after several more bites and brought a glass of ice water to her lips, then tilted it so the chilly water slid over her lips and down her throat. Every action he performed had an undertone of sexuality, of what was sure to come. He fed her several more bites until she shook her head to indicate she was done.
“Had enough?” Drew asked, raising his brow.
“Yes, Sir.”
“More water?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Drew raised the glass to her lips again. Ice cubes gathered against her lips, creating a damn, causing some of the cold water to spill over the glass, down her neck and onto her breasts. Hannah pulled away quickly, bringing her hands up to her chest to try and stop the spill.
“Stop.” Drew stood up quickly, causing Hannah to jump and look up at him timidly under her long lashes.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It was a natural reaction to try and stop the spill.”
He let out a slow exhale and then spoke in a firm tone. “Go in the bedroom, kneel beside the bed, and wait.”
Hannah looked up at him again apologetically and whispered, “Yes, Sir,” before walking quickly into the bedroom and kneeling in position as ordered. She was thoroughly embarrassed, and her body was flushed slightly as her heart beat quickly in her chest. Drew was beautiful, and so far, gentle, and did nothing but offer kindness, but she couldn’t seem to follow the simplest of orders to please him. She’d had training—she knew better.
It was that kiss. That hot, wet, ‘please throw me up on that counter and fuck me’ kiss that had her head rattled. After that kiss, and the way he’d stared longingly at her mouth with every bite he fed her, her body hummed with desire. Who could think straight feeling that way? Not her, that was evident. She needed to gather some control over these desires, or his frustration with her was sure to either lead to some type of punishment, or worse, disinterest.
Drew continued to pace in the kitchen after cleaning up the salad dishes. He knew a maid was available to perform the task, but he needed something to keep his mind busy as he got his emotions under control. Confusion swirled inside of him. He wanted to take Scarlett over his knee and turn her bottom a dark shade of pink, but he also knew she was a new submissive and didn’t want to scare her. Trying to control his needs, his desire to do the right thing, wasn’t something that came naturally to him.
What was it about this girl that made him so soft, so yielding against her disobedience?
He needed to punish her if he was to teach her to be a good sub and what his expectations were, but damn, the thought of doing anything that might frighten her or scare her away made him hesitate. And besides, weren’t these girls supposed to be already trained? Why did he feel so beholden to treat this girl with kid gloves? The last three weeks had been hell for him, and he had been looking forward to fucking his way back to being halfway sane again. Instead, she was making him crazier. He had barely been able to stop himself from throwing her up on the counter and driving himself into her during that kiss, and if he didn’t do something to regain some of his control, it would never happen.
“Fuck it.” Drew grabbed a large pitcher from the cabinet, filled it with ice and water and walked quickly into the bedroom.
Scarlett was kneeling in position at the corner of the bed, her head down. “Get up, Scarlett.”
Scarlett stood up quickly but kept her head down.
“Look at me.”
Scarlett complied as he placed the pitcher down on the bedside table next to her.
He stepped closer, grasped her chin lightly and bent down so his face was within inches of hers. “You will do what I ask, when I ask for it, however I ask for it. And you will not question me. Is that understood?”
Scarlett tried to nod, but he held her chin firmly as a reminder to answer him verbally. She refused to meet his gaze but replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now I want you to reach above your head and grasp the bedpost behind you.”
Drew didn’t move an inch as Scarlett obeyed, the position arching her back, pushing her breasts out, brushing her nipples up against him.
“This is about you learning to obey my commands. Whether you like it or not. Your job is to do what pleases me. Do you understand?”
She responded quietly, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Remember that.”
Drew let go of her chin, took a step away from her and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his broad, sculpted chest. He worked out almost daily to maintain a fit frame, and the result was a well-defined set of abdominals and a trim waistline. His arms flexed as he grasped the shirt and threw it in a chair across the room. Her eyes raked over his naked torso and darkened in what appeared to be desire. Seeing her reaction brought on a wave of his own desire that further hardened his cock.
Drew grabbed the pitcher and stopped a few inches before her. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “I can see how hot this is making you. Let me help cool you off.”
He raised the pitcher over her chest, tilted it and slowly let the cold water and ice spill over onto her chest. She gasped in shock at the cold water, sputtering as it splashed up, hit her mouth and ran down her body. She let go of the post in an attempt to wipe the water from her face, but Drew spoke in a commanding tone before she could.
“No, Scarlett. Do not let go of that post.” He continued to pour the entire pitcher of water over her chest, causing her already sheer bra to become even more transparent, her chest heaving as she drew in deep gasps in reaction to the cold.
He panted in desire, watching Scarlett cling to the bedpost as she groaned and twisted from the shock of the cold water and ice. He dropped the empty pitcher onto the carpeted floor and grasped her roughly at her sides, bent his head, and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. He brought one hand to the other breast, pinching the already hard nipple, before sliding the wet fabric of the bra under her breast, freeing it. His mouth was hot as it moved over her cold, wet nipple, sucking and nipping, while he peeled the fabric down below the other breast, uncovering it as well. Using both hands, he pushed her breasts together, sucking on both nipples. Scarlett still held onto the post with a firm grip, not letting go, moaning in pleasure as he continued to relish her breasts.
Drew moved his body up against her, wrapping his arm around her back, pulling her into his hard length. Scarlett reacted by rubbing up and down on him, pressing her core tighter to him.
He pushed her back suddenly and looked down. “No, Scarlett. No relief for you. This is all about what I want. When you please me and learn to obey me, maybe then I’ll see what I can do to offer you some relief.”
Hannah’s eyes widened in disbelief, even though she knew what he was doing. This was torture in its finest form. Her punishment. And she would and could play this game. She had to think about the money at the end of the weekend and what that money would ultimately do for her. She would obey, even if it meant she would be aching for release if he kept this up.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Turn around. I want you bent over and your hands back on that post.”
Hannah complied and immediately felt Drew against her backside. He ran his hands down her hair, then draped it down over one shoulder, leaving her back bare. He bent over her then, his lower body flush with hers. His soft lips peppered kisses down her back, stopping only when he got to her panties. He hooked his fingers into each side and pulled them down around her ankles, then had her step out of them. His breath caressed up her legs as he slowly worked his way back up her body, th
en placed a hand on her lower back, pushing it down flatter.
“Open your legs more, and hold the bedpost lower. And don’t let go.”
Hannah obeyed immediately. “Yes, Sir.”
Her entire backside was exposed in this position, but instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt wanton. She curved her back just a bit more as Drew continued his advance up her body, anxious to feel him between her legs now. He was running his tongue up the inside of her thigh, the stubble of his chin lightly scraping her as he got closer to her apex and the growing heat pooling there. She couldn’t contain the groan that escaped her as his tongue flicked against her clit in a swiping motion.
He let out a small growl, the vibration stimulating her further. She threw her head back, groaning in frustration, wishing he would fuck her already. Instead, he licked her again and then sucked just the tip of her clit, biting it gently before letting go. She was so close to exploding but didn’t want to disobey Drew or worse, disappoint him. She panted desperately, “Sir, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
Drew stood up, then leaned over her back, his lips at her ear. “Will you obey me now, little one? Do you feel now just how much pleasure I can bring you?”
Hannah whimpered, “Yes, Sir. God, yes. I’ll be better.”
Drew pulled away and took a couple steps back. His shoes hit the floor with a thunk, then his pants. She was panting with desire for him. She looked over her shoulder and watched as he stroked his hardened cock. His eyes fixed on hers as he stepped forward again, pushing himself flush against her body. He reached down between her legs and stroked her slick pussy with his cock. She pushed herself back against him and down on his cock.
“Tsk, tsk. Remember, Scarlett, this is about what I need right now.”
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