Addict (Cravings #1)

by Rachael Orman

  “Spanking with a belt?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Whip?”

  “No. I don’t think I could handle that.”

  “Okay. How about a crop?”

  “Yes. Oh yes,” she purred with a dreamy smile.

  “Bondage?”

  “Yes.” She smiled as she replied.

  “Clamps?”

  “Maybe?” Her voice wavered.

  “Clothespins a maybe as well?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m willing to try it.”

  “Gags?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Humiliation?”

  “No.”

  “Noted. Wax play?”

  “Maybe. I’ve wanted to try it, but it scares me.”

  “Nothing to be afraid of, Precious. How about piercing play?”

  “No. Absolutely not.”

  “Fisting?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Anal play?”

  “Um… Yes?”

  “We will explore it. Temperature play?”

  “Yes.”

  “Almost done. Violet Wand?”

  “I don’t know what that is, sir.”

  “Electrical play?”

  “No. Please, no.”

  “Sense play?”

  “Possibly.”

  “We will start small and go from there, based on your reactions.” As eager as I was to get my hands on her body, I had to know her limits. That alone would help me earn her trust and not surprise her. “First, though, tell me what made you come back?”

  “You, sir. The way you touched me like you knew me. Your hands knew my body even though they’ve never touched it. Your voice had me panting with just a few whispered words. I had to know if it was a fluke or if it was you.” Her voice was confident and strong.

  Yanking on her hair tie, I released her hair from the horrendous ponytail. I fisted my hand in the free-flowing locks, pulling her head back. “Don’t wear your hair pulled back unless I tell you to. Ever,” I purred into her ear.

  “Sorry, sir,” she moaned, breathing fast.

  “You’ll learn how to please me, Precious. Just as you’ll learn I’ll pleasure you unlike you’ve ever had before.” I knew I would be able to. The woman quickly fell into a submissive role when she’d never submitted before. She liked all of the things I liked to do to my subs. Yes, we would get a long quite well. Releasing her hair, I stepped back. “Stand. Head down. Shoulders back.”

  Slowly, she stood and followed my orders.

  “If you can’t take what I’m doing, you can say your safe word. The word you can say to make everything stop is edge. Do you understand? It tells me you are on the edge and can’t take any more. I will immediately stop when you say this word. Repeat the word to me.” I stared at her beautiful face from only inches away. The best idea I’d ever come up with had been to blindfold her. I could get as close as I wanted without worrying she’d see me. I didn’t want her to know who I was. I wanted to have this single thing as my own secret. My own jewel to enjoy. I didn’t want the questions that would come from her seeing me at the hotel, and my job, which always wore on every relationship I had. It had been too long since I had a submissive and something about this woman made it impossible for me to deny what I was any longer.

  “Edge.” Her soft, feminine voice made the word seem so much sexier than it should have.

  “Good. Don’t forget it.” Placing both my hands on her shoulders, I dragged them slowly down her arms until I gripped a wrist in each hand. “I am going to restrain you now.”

  When she didn’t respond, I nipped her ear, earning myself another moan from her.

  “You must respond when I ask you a question,” I demanded.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “Now, tell me, are you okay with restraints?”

  “Yes, sir.” She nodded her head in agreement as well.

  Pulling both wrists behind her back, I wrapped them with a silk ribbon from my pocket just like the one over her eyes. Once finished, I tugged on the knot to show her how loose the ribbon was. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the wall, I walked in front of her. “You see, there is a reason why I asked you not to be wearing clothes. Naked would’ve been best, but panties would’ve worked as well. Since you didn’t follow instructions, I’m going to have to do it for you, which doesn’t make me too happy.”

  “Sorry, sir.”

  Even though it was the first time we were together, she needed to learn the way of things right away. Dragging the tip of the scissors from her collar bone to the dip in her top, I gave her a hint of what was coming. “Your top is not going to be wearable home. I have one that you can wear instead.”

  “Okay.” Chewing on her bottom lip, she let her nerves show.

  Slowly, I slid the scissors down the center of her top, revealing inch by inch of her flawless skin. My cock jumped, desire soaring through me at the sight. A couple of quick snips and the fabric floated to the ground around her ankles. A see-through, white lace bra was all that kept her breasts from me. Licking my lips, I forced myself to put the scissors down and picked up a crop with a hard tip.

  “Stand very still. We’ll see if you can tell me what this is.” Deliberately sliding the tip along her spine, I smiled as goosebumps appeared on her skin.

  “That is a crop, sir.” Her voice took on a husky tone telling me she more than liked the crop as I had suspected.

  “Very good.” Trailing the hard leather over her shoulder, I stepped around her to follow the swell of her breasts. A quick, soft slap to the exposed skin of each earned me a soft moan. Alix arched her back, pressing her breasts toward me, begging for more with her luscious body. Ignoring her silent plea, I unleashed a dozen more soft, teasing pats with the crop upon her stomach, side and upper arms.

  “More, sir. Harder,” Alix moaned, again thrusting her breasts toward me.

  I had let the first time slide, but I couldn’t allow her to continue attempting to control the situation. Dropping the crop, I fisted a hand in her hair, grabbing a handful of her hip in the other, pulling her firmly against my body. My grip wasn’t careful or tender; it was harsh and hard — reprimanding. “Trust me to know what you need. You will not speak unless I ask you what you want. There is a reason for going slowly and you need to allow me to show you.”

  “Sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” She rotated her hips against my throbbing cock.

  “There will be no sex, either.” I knew she wasn’t ready for that experience and I wasn’t ready to let her take that step, not if I wanted to have her trained properly.

  “Why not, sir? I can tell you are more than ready, as am I.” Again she rotated her hips.

  Grinding my hips against the surge in pleasure, I released her before grabbing the ribbon around her wrists. With a little pressure, I directed her to where I wanted her. “Bend over, naughty girl.” Pressing a firm hand to her upper back, I made her press her chest to the bed while still standing. “You will get five spankings with my hand. You will count them loudly or I will add more. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir. I can take it, sir.” She pressed her forehead to the mattress, instead of turning it to the side like I expected.

  The dress pants she had on made her ass look especially nice when she was bent over the bed. Firmly rubbing my hand along each plump cheek, I gave her time to anticipate when the first one was coming. After a moment, I landed a palm solidly against her ass.

  Without hesitation, Alix shouted, “One, sir.”

  The next one came down on the opposite side and again she counted without a grunt, groan, moan or cry. She’d been spanked before, that much was instantly obvious. Sliding a hand up her spine, I pulled her head back by her hair, which earned me a moan. “Can you take more than my hand?”

  “Yes, sir. Please, sir.” Sucking her plump bottom lip into her mouth, she smiled.

  Releasing her hair, I retrieved the dropped crop and returned to her. Carefully, I slapped her back with i
t, letting her know what was coming. “Start at three.”

  “Yes, sir.” Again, her forehead was to the mattress and her fingers, still tied behind her back were completely relaxed.

  Not using too much strength, I landed a slap to one ass cheek with the hard tip of the crop. No reaction again, except the number. Putting a little more behind the next one, I landed the fourth one to the opposite cheek.

  “Mmm. Four, sir.” She turned her head to the side on the mattress, a large smile on her face.

  “Better, right?” I licked my lips as she did the same.

  “Much,” she murmured, the smile never leaving her face.

  Finally, I had a baseline on how much pain she could take without it bothering her. Not that the last one seemed to bother her, but it got a reaction none-the-less. The last blow was the hardest one and she counted for me with another moan and smile to go with it.

  “Did you enjoy that?” I asked, rubbing a hand over her ass lightly.

  “Yes, sir. I’ve had much worse spankings,” she said, confirming my thoughts.

  “Stand,” I ordered as I tugged on the ribbon around her wrists. Once she was standing I instructed her to lie on the bed while I went to the light switch. As soon as she was situated, I flipped off the lights and went to the opposite side of the bed. Climbing on, I stayed on my knees. “Now comes the aftercare. Every time you come to me, we will have time set aside for me to care for you and make sure everything is okay. All right?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice smiled even in the dark.

  “You may remove the blindfold if you’d like. I doubt you are used to being without your sight for so long.” I knew it was risky, but it was dark enough she wouldn’t be able to see my face. Sitting with my back against the headboard, I pulled her over onto me, her head resting on my chest.

  “Would you remove it for me, sir? You are the one that put it on.” Her palm slid up my chest, wrapping around the side of my neck as she tilted her head up as if she were looking at my face.

  I’d never met a woman so naturally submissive. She picked up and exhibited every mannerism a trained submissive would. Reaching behind her head, I pulled the ribbon off for her.

  As soon as the blindfold was off her, her lips were on mine. She straddled my waist, pressing into me. “Please, sir, fuck me. I need it. Everything you’ve done to me has only turned me on to the point that it is painful. I need release, sir.”

  When I felt her shift her weight so she could swoop in for another kiss, I grabbed her hair, keeping her from being able to complete her action. Running my nose up her neck, breathing her scent in, I slowly shook my head. “Not happening, naughty girl. I will let this single offense go without further punishment. This is called topping from the bottom. You are trying to make me do what you want and it will not work, Precious. You ask if there is something you want, you do not take without permission. I’m sorry you are so turned on it is painful, but you need to learn discipline. If you ever want me to help you with that problem, you need to prove to me you are worth it. Prove you can be a good submissive who follows directions. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. After a moment of silence, she swallowed audibly. “Sir, I can only promise to try.”

  “Why is that?” I asked, releasing her hair to let my hand glide down her back to rest on her hip.

  “It’s too embarrassing to talk about, sir. It’s a problem for me.” Her bottom lip quivered and she attempted to withdraw from me, shifting off my lap.

  “I’m not going to push right now, but I do want to know. I want to know everything about you. The more I know, the stronger our relationship will be.” I ran a hand over her hair, pulling her head back to my chest. “The more of a relationship we will build. That is, if you want to. If you want to come back and learn more, experience more. It’s completely up to you.”

  “I do. I want to come back. I want to learn more about you as well, sir.” She nuzzled her head into me, wrapping her arm around my waist.

  “Knowing me isn’t whats important. You are what is important. However, I do understand that you are curious, so each time we are together you can ask me two questions. I will answer them as best I can. My job and my name are the only two things I will not answer, at least right now. If we come to something else I don’t feel you need to know, I will address it at that time.” I didn’t have to let her know me, but I knew it would make it easier for her to trust me if she knew more about me.

  “Do I get two questions tonight?” she asked quickly, rising and looking in my direction.

  I was going to have to leave because my eyes were adjusting to the darkness thanks to the slim line of light from under both doors. I could see faint outlines within the dark, which meant that she would be able to see as well, possibly even more after the darkness behind the blindfold. Not wanting to rush out on her, I agreed she could ask her two questions.

  “Are you married?” was her first question. “Or have you been married in the past?”

  “Is that going to be both of your questions for the night?” I reminded her of the limit. I hadn’t been married before, but I was going to make her work for every bit of information.

  “No,” she snapped quickly then breathed deeply. “Just are you currently married?”

  “No.”

  She sat quietly for a moment before asking her second question. “Why can’t I know your name?”

  Chapter 7

  Alix

  With each question he asked about what I was and wasn’t willing to do, I breathed harder. My body temperature rose as the need for release escalated to heights I’d never felt before. When my addition had been at it’s peak, I’d experimented with many positions in bed trying to find the one that felt the best, but nothing had come even close to what he made me feel. Maybe it had to do with the BDSM aspect, maybe it was simply him.

  I found it easy to call him “sir” when I spoke to him. It was the tone of his voice, the manner in which he touched me. He wasn’t a fumbling, lost idiot. Each touch, each caress was purposeful, thought out. However, when it came to his so-called spankings, I could tell he was holding back. I wanted him to let loose on me; I wanted to feel the harsh flick of the leather against my skin when he used the crop or hear the crack of skin meeting skin from a spanking. Why wasn’t I nervous around this man who had cut off my shirt? Because he’d done everything possible to make me feel reassured and safe. Not one touch was in a groping or sexual way. Even when I’d been restrained and at my most vulnerable, he’d been calculated, calm and controlled. He could’ve tied my hands tightly and I wouldn’t have complained, but he didn’t. He made sure that I knew that I could easily get out of the restraint if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I liked handing over the control to see what he could do with it.

  In the end, though, I was greatly disappointed that he’d said no to sex, but that didn’t stop me from going home to find release on my own. I’d tried to force the issue, but again, ever so calmly he’d told me it wasn’t going to happen. I’d anticipated more punishment because I’d known I was breaking the rules by trying to get him to break his own restraint. None came, sadly.

  I feared that he would restrict my release, tell me I couldn’t help myself, but he hadn’t and I wasn’t going to bring it up. I didn’t think even with his order I’d be strong enough to not do it, especially after all the yummy experiences that I had just been through.

  When he said I could have two questions, I nearly jumped off the bed to do a happy dance. I didn’t think it was fair for this man to want to know so much about me, but not be willing to give something of himself in return. First things first, though— I had to know if why he didn’t want me to see him was because he was hiding something major, like a little wifey at home. After he said no, I debated with myself on how to phrase or even to ask the question that was on the tip of my tongue.

  Finally, I knew I just had to say it. I had to at least ask. Gathering my nerves, I quickly s
pilled the question. “Why can’t I know your name?”

  “It’s just a name. It’s a common name at that. It doesn’t define me. It doesn’t tell you anything about me, really. It is just a name.” He didn’t hesitate with his answer, as if he’d known that I was going to ask it all along.

  “Then how will I know what to call you besides ‘sir’?” How would I talk about him to anyone if I didn’t have a name to give him without calling him “sir”? That would only make conversations awkward. Then again, maybe that was the point of not telling me his name.

  “You can call me Master or Sir. If you absolutely must, you can call me Master J. And that was a third question, but I will allow it as it is something you should know.”

  I could see the faintest outline of his body in the dark room. I’d felt how strong and hard his body was when I’d pressed against him. When my head had rested upon his chest, I’d felt the buttons of a dress shirt; that, along with the glimpse of his shiny shoes, told me he was dressed in business attire. Not that any of that would really make him stand out in a crowd if I were to run into him again. However, his voice, with the British accent and hard tone, most certainly would.

  “Lie down,” he said and I did as he instructed, curious to see where things were headed. I had thought our time was coming to a close, but would be more than happy to stay for more. A soft chuckle caressed my senses before he told me to roll onto my stomach. “Lower your pants to just below your cheeks.”

  Without a word, I quickly did so.

  “I’m going to turn the lights up. Do you think you can control yourself and keep your eyes closed or do you need me to blindfold you?” As he spoke, I felt the bed shift as he stood.

  “I will keep them closed, sir.” I already had them closed so all I had to do was resist the temptation to sneak a peek.

  His footsteps drifted away, only to return.

  There was a dim light behind my eyelids, but I kept them closed as I felt his hands glide over my skin.

  “Just checking to make sure you are okay after taking a few taps from the crop,” he informed me. “You may stand and fix your pants. There is a spare shirt in the room you entered through, along with a note from me. Thank you for coming tonight.”