by Jesse Jordan
Still, no man has ever been able to handle me the way Stephen is, not even some of my instructors back in my training days with MI6. They were experts, but none of them had the pull on me that Stephen does.
And that scares me.
“Can we talk?” Stephen asks after we finish a silent, tense breakfast. “About yesterday?”
“There’s some more places that we can check out today, and I sent a message to Nikolai, he should have some information for me soon,” I reply, trying to be purely professional. It’s hard, my ass is still aching from the spanking, reminding me that this man across the table from me gave me an experience that I can try to put out of my mind for a while, but I can’t forget. I shift around in my chair, trying to find a comfortable sitting position but failing. Still, I’m not going to eat bent over with my ass in the air right now. “I was thinking that we can get an early start-”
“Not about the search,” Stephen interrupts me, cutting me off. “About… about me spanking you yesterday.”
“What about it?” I ask, looking over. “Stephen, the last time we fucked, I asked you to spank me, so you knew you had my permission. I’m not exactly happy about how it happened, but I’m not complaining about it. You did it good.”
Stephen shakes his head, looking down. “No, I didn’t. One of the things that I’ve come to understand about anything like that is that there has to be control on my part, or else I can hurt you.”
“You didn’t though. But go on,” I say, a warm feeling in my stomach. I’m not sure, but I believe I’m seeing a breakthrough.
“Yesterday, I wasn’t in control, Larissa. Those first spanks, I was hitting you as hard as I could from that position, and I wasn’t thinking about you or protecting you at all. I just wanted to hurt you because… because around you I’m having a very hard time keeping control. Yesterday, I was distracted by your body, and that isn’t your fault. You’re the most physically beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot.”
“Why?” I ask, and Stephen reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone and passing it over. I take a look at the picture he’s pulled up, a woman who, while maybe a bit thinner than me, has a sensual beauty all her own as she sits in the posed photo dressed in a party dress and some Gucci heels. “A former girlfriend?”
He shakes his head, taking the phone back and making it disappear. “No. My sister, Victoria. She was a professional model for almost twenty years. She retired when she was thirty two, and for the past four years she’s worked as a consultant in the industry. Larissa, what I’m saying is… as beautiful as Vic is, you make her look pedestrian. And keeping my control around you is hard because of that. Not just that, too. You’re smart, you’ve got brains for days and you stimulate me more than just sexually too.”
I smile, it’s the deepest compliment a man has ever given me, and I nod. “Thank you, Stephen. So you’re worried about your control?”
He nods. “Larissa, this whole case, I’ve been feeling on edge. The things that this bastard Pinchot may have done to Chastity Hendricks, you, this awakening that I feel inside me, all of it has me feeling like I’m driving a truck down a steep mountain road, and I’ve got no brakes at all. And for the first time in my life I don’t know what to do about it. I need help. I need guidance, and I need… please help me. Give me some advice, something to help me feel like I can regain control. Because if this continues, I’m going to fail this mission, and I’m going to shatter into a million pieces more importantly. I feel myself trembling on the edge of going down the same path that this Pinchot bastard is on, and I don’t know how to turn the fucking truck off of that road.”
It’s moving, it’s heartfelt, and I blink, touched by what he’s revealing to me, which takes more strength than he realizes. “I think,” I rasp, then clear my throat, regaining my own control, “I know how to help you.”
“How?” he asks, looking up at me with apologetic and desperate eyes. “Before Larissa, I thought that this would stop if I just didn’t fuck you. But last night, I realized that I’m too far gone.”
I nod, and get up, going around to stroke his face, tracing over the sharp cheekbones and his well sculpted eyebrow. “I can show you, Stephen. I cannot tell you. This villa isn’t perfect, but I have some tools here to help me. It starts with one thing, Stephen. I’ve said it before, but I’ll rephrase it. To learn control, you have to give up control. Can you do that, give me total control of you?”
He looks up into my eyes, swallowing deeply. “I… it’s hard. There’s nobody I trust that much… except you.”
A whisper goes through me, both elated and scared at what’s happening here, but I squash it, this isn’t the time. “Then today, you will serve me totally. You will obey my every order no matter what. And until midnight tonight, you are not Stephen. You are Boy. Do you understand, Boy?”
“Yes… Larissa?” Stephen says, and I shake head, slapping him lightly. He growls, and his hand lifts, but he stops himself before anything happens.
“I’m not your Mistress, I can see that in your eyes. But for today, you will address me as Lady L.”
Stephen swallows, his eyes flaring, but he nods. “Yes, Lady L. I will serve you today.”
I smile, he’s so not meant for this role, but he’s trying. “And one more thing. A promise. Today, you aren’t allowed to touch your cock at all, and I promise you I won’t either. You need to piss, you squat and piss like a girl, but you don’t touch your cock even for that. Now, Boy, go to your room, and take off all your clothes. You have a problem with nudity around me, and I’m going to teach you to control that cock of yours.”
Stephen retreats, and I go to my room, thankful that as a capo, I have my own private room in the villa. Actually, it was mistake with that system that led to Rodrigo and I finding out about our respective kinky sides, as he’d gone in thinking that it was an open bedroom only to find my private little stash of gear, and I’d gotten pissed off. Thankfully we got past that to becoming friends, but right now I’m focused on Stephen as I take off my clothes and put on my micro-mini black leather skirt, barely there bikini top to compensate for the Mykonos heat, and re-do my makeup, making myself darker, more mysterious, and more dominant. I check myself in the mirror and nod, pleased with my quick adjustment. I do grab Stephen’s ‘clothes’ for the rest of the day, going out into the dining room to find him standing naked, his body highlighted in the sun and making me almost falter for a second. This isn’t the body of a man meant to serve, this is the body of a man meant to be worshiped.
But this is, in a way. I clear my throat, causing him to turn, his eyes widening as he takes me in. His cock twitches, and I have to snicker. “Well, Boy likes what he sees. He better control it or else I’m going to lock that thing up in my chastity cage. You don’t want me to do that, you’re big enough that would hurt like a bitch.”
“Yes Lady L,” Stephen says. “I did as you ordered.”
“Then on your knees,” I order, and Stephen obeys, although a bit slowly, unsure of this. My pussy is already getting wet watching him, and I remind myself inside that I’m the one who’s been a dominant for a decade now, I can maintain my control as long as I need to. I hold out the small leather loincloth, handing it to him. “Your clothes for the rest of the day. Or as long as I let you wear clothes.”
Stephen puts the cloth on, staying on his knees the whole time. When he’s finished, he looks up at me, embarrassed by the still tenting front of the loincloth but still trying. “What now, Lady L?”
“We’ll start slow,” I reply, and for the next four hours, Stephen does… housework. It’s not much, but as I lay back, occasionally giving him little peeks at my pussy, he dusts, vacuums, and washes the dishes and laundry, finishing by hanging our clothes from yesterday up in the courtyard, his body covered in light sweat from the heat and his near constant state of arousal. In between chores he pours me an iced tea, brings me my computer and other things, pampering me totally with an attitude that I can’t call eager, b
ut he is controlled and professional, just like I want him to be. This first part is to get him used to being so unclothed with me, listening to my orders. With a normal full time slave I’d keep this up for much longer, Claudia drove Elena crazy back in Kalamata with her inept cleaning for weeks until she learned, but Stephen has only one day, so I move things along.
“Good,” I praise him as he comes back inside, his eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness inside again. “Now… I feel like a massage, Boy. Go to the bathroom, and get the orange massage oil, then meet me in my bedroom.”
I’m laying down when Stephen comes in, his eyes bugging out slightly when he sees me laying on the bed, the strings on my bikini top untied but my skirt still on. “Do a good job on the massage, and you’ll be treated nicely later. Do a shitty job or try to fuck me, and you’re going to be treated very, very harshly. Think you can do that, Boy?”
“Yes Lady L,” he says, coming over and kneeling on the bed. He uncaps the oil, and I can smell it, it’s just what I wanted. He’s skilled, warming the oil between his hands before starting with my feet, using enough pressure that I’m not tickled but not making it hurt. His thumbs dig into the soles of my feet with the right pressure, and I have to bite my lip to control myself as my pussy starts to leak onto the bed. I can smell myself, I know Stephen can too, but he doesn’t do anything except keep rubbing, working my muscles until they’re like butter under his strong fingers. Oh, for him to do this when I could just turn over and ask him to fuck me…
He skips over my ass, probably a good idea considering how horny we both are, and starts work on my back again, kneading and gently rubbing the oil into my skin. “You could make a career of this, Boy.”
“One day career only, Lady L,” he says, still a little bit of sass left in him still. It makes me smile, looking out of the side of my eyes to take him in.
“And if I tell you that you’re to serve me until I tell you not to, instead of midnight?” I ask, and he stops.
“You gave me your word, even if you didn’t promise. I will not serve a person who cannot keep their word,” he says with quiet intensity. “Midnight.”
I smile, nodding. “You’re learning already. Good. Keep going, Boy.”
His hands are magic, and my body is humming, demanding release when he finishes up my arms and sits back. “Please turn over, Lady L.”
“Not until you get my well bruised ass, which I know you’ve been looking at,” I order and tease simultaneously. “A nice, gentle rub down there, but you are not allowed to touch my asshole or my pussy. Understood?”
“Yes Lady L,” he says, shifting down. I can’t help but moan lightly when he starts rubbing my ass, softly stroking my hips until all the soreness is gone and there’s just warm, soft pleasure and his hands kneading me. He obeys perfectly, never drifting between my legs or near my asshole, even though both are more than ready to accept him. It’s been so long since I had something as thick as him in my ass, and the last time wasn’t real either….
“Stop,” I command, faltering on the edge of giving in, only my years of experience saving me from doing the one thing I cannot do today, give in to him. “Off the bed.”
Stephen pauses, and when he gets up I see that his cock is rock hard, his loincloth nearly unable to cover as it juts out. Stephen’s worried, but I reassure him as I tie my bikini top and get off the bed. “That I’m not going to punish you over, Boy. I ask you to obey, not play dead.”
“Thank you, Lady L,” Stephen whispers, and I hear it in his voice, he’s learning by the second. “How may I serve you now?”
I take a deep breath, calming myself. “Go to the living room and do a calisthenic workout for the next hour, in just your loincloth or naked, I don’t care which. I’m going to take a nap, and prepare this room for your next bit of training. Something that… well, the living room isn’t sufficient for.”
Stephen nods, going to the door before pausing. “Lady L?”
“Yes, Boy?” I ask, turning back over and reaching for my alarm clock. Thirty minutes, just thirty minutes to prepare myself.
“If I can say, you’ve been talking with your British accent more today. It’s very sexy.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. Incorrigible. Absolutely incorrigible. “I’ll see you in an hour.”
He leaves and I lay down, doing my best to try and control my thoughts and my heartbeat. He felt so good massaging me, my body is on fire and my pussy is soaked. I’m glad I’m not wearing panties today under my skirt, at first just to tease him but now because I’d have ruined anything I have.
I close my eyes but don’t fall asleep before my timer goes off. I didn’t really need the rest, I needed a break from Stephen and a chance to let him regain his self control as well. I prepare my bedroom for the final training, the part that now I dread a little even as I fix the cuffs on their lines. I just have the tricky top cuffs ready and my tools assembled when there’s a polite knock at my door, and I see Stephen, his skin glistening in sweat and his hair damp still standing outside, his hands behind his back. Thankfully, the hour of exercise has let his cock deflate, I don’t think I could have resisted the urge to fondle him if he had been hard. “Lady L, it’s been an hour.”
“And you’ve calmed down,” I note, smiling. “Go stand at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard.”
Stephen obeys, his eyes flickering doubtfully as he sees the cuffs dangling from the posts. “What is this?”
“Bondage is one of the deepest levels of trust that a sub can show their dominant,” I tell him, coming behind him and tapping his ankles apart. “You were spoiled, getting to practice with two of my best girls with me there. They trust me with their very lives, and you were luckily able to feel that. Now you get to feel some of what they feel.”
Stephen gulps but says nothing as I buckle his ankles in, then take the wrist cuffs and strap them on before going to the button by the head of my bed and retract them, splaying him out in an X position. “Comfortable?”
“Not really,” he admits, squirming his shoulders a little. “I did a lot of pushups for my workout.”
“Too bad,” I say mock harshly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You saw my toys on the dresser when I came in, right?”
“Yes Lady L,” Stephen says. “A crop, a whip, and something I didn’t recognize.”
“That’s my peg,” I threaten, keeping the real purpose secret for now. “You do know what pegging is, right?”
“No Lady L.”
I blink, shocked. So dominant, yet so innocent? Inconceivable, but I don't think he's lying. “Really? Well, if you behave, you may not have to find out. First though, questions. If you lie or you fuck up, you get my crop, got it? You fuck up too much, I change to the whip, and if you still don’t learn, I use my peg. Got it?”
“Yes Lady L. Do I have a safe word?” he asks, and I shake my head, instead pointing at the clock.
“There's your safe space, Boy. Yes I'm violating a big rule, but you're strong enough to take it, I think, aren't you?”
Stephen looks at the clock, nodding. It's nine thirty, and while he knows a hell of a lot can go very wrong in two and a half hours, he also understands the situation. He takes a deep breath, then looks at me. “I trust you, Lady L.”
I have to step away, blinking away the tears of gratitude at his words before he can see me and I pick up the crop. “Okay. First question. How did you feel serving me today?”
“Self conscious at first,” Stephen admits, “but as I continued, it became... relaxing.”
“Relaxing?” I ask, pleased immediately. “How so?”
“I didn't need to worry about the rest of the world. Everything simplified, I could trust in Lady L and not have to worry about anything except the next five minutes,” he says, and I whip my crop, smacking him lightly on the back. “Ow! What?”
“You don't focus on the next five minutes, you focus on the next five seconds,” I whisper in his ear, tracing my crop up and down his spine
. “So did you like doing my laundry?”
“I don't want to be a housekeeper... but it was nice,” Stephen admits. “I felt at peace.”
“And now?” I ask. “Do you feel at peace?”
He thinks, and I smack him again with my crop, making him yelp before he answers. “Yes!”
“Yes?” I ask, shocked. “Why?”
“Because.... because I trust you totally,” Stephen says. “I don't know why Lady L, but I trust you more than I trust anyone in the world.”
I step back, shaken myself this time as Stephen's words soak in. Finally, I remind myself of why I'm here, and I trace his shoulders with my crop. “And did you enjoy fucking me yesterday?”
“I always enjoy fucking you. Don't you enjoy it too?” he asks, and I smack him again, this time in the ass.
“You don't ask questions. I ask questions, your job is to do as I tell you. But I see you've made an assumption. Tell me, why do you think I enjoyed it?”
Stephen looks back at me, his eyes searching deep within me. “Because you came. Because of the way you came, the way you rode me.”
I nod, smirking a little. “You say that even though you know my profession. You think highly of yourself. Fact is Boy, you're cocky. I bet even today, even though I told you that you couldn't touch your cock, that you thought you'd still get to fuck me at some point.”
“No Lady L,” he says, and I smack him again, harder. “Yes, Lady L. During the massage I wanted to fuck you very badly.”
“And now? Does the pain help you?”
He thinks, then nods. “I can see the appeal.”
“Explain.”
“It's like... it's like a sprinkling of salt in caramel. The pain makes the pleasure more enhanced.”
“It can,” I agree, stepping closer. “What you need to learn about Boy is the idea that at a certain level, pain and pleasure and desire and agony all mix, pushing you higher than you've ever imagined. You want to know why I switch? That's why. Next question. Who is in charge in a dom and sub relationship? Not a fucking, a real relationship?”
