"You know I don't have a real grasp on the things you enjoy, Chase." Was she really going to do this with him? It wasn't what she wanted; she wanted that sweet man who loved her body so tenderly back again.
"You'll learn as I teach you, so that's not really an issue. If you aren't comfortable with something, you can just ask me to stop. I'm not going to get into details about safe words and such until I know your limits better. I'm not big on the sir and master titles either. Respect is something you show in actions, not in words, so you can continue to call me Chase."
She hadn't even considered calling him anything other than his given name, and wondered if she would have been able to do it if he’d demanded it. "Okay." She didn't like this coolness at all and wished he'd just take her in his arms again. None of this seemed right.
"I will be training you as a submissive, so I will use punishment, but I promise it won't be unbearable."
The punishment thing terrified her. "I think you'd better explain." After seeing what Amanda went through, she wasn't willing to trust even him without knowing more.
He knew automatically where her mind had gone. "Do you really think I would hurt you the way Amanda was?"
"No, but I also know you're acting strange and I'm not comfortable with you at the moment." Being honest with him seemed only right.
Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. "I just want to make sure we understand each other, I'm sorry if I seem abrupt." Softening his countenance, he smiled. "You have my word that I would never push you further than you can accept, okay?"
She nodded, but wasn't sure having him punish her was something she wanted to consider. She didn’t know what she could do that would disappoint him enough to encourage that. She didn't know what to say, and again she questioned her sanity for wanting to share any part of him he was willing to give. It really was pathetic, she decided.
"Are you sure this is what you really want?" He didn't feel much like a dominant at the moment. Having her in his bedroom was much more along the lines of what he sought.
Run, her mind screamed in warning. This wasn't what she'd come for tonight, so why was she nodding? "I want to learn more about your world." She wasn't ready at all. Allowing him to use her as a sex toy seemed so callous. This all felt so impersonal, and she suddenly doubted she could make it through even one night with him as her master.
He stood. He could do this, he reminded himself. This was a role he'd played many times before. It didn't matter if he wanted more. He could give her what she needed and take what she willingly gave.
She followed him to the door leading to the basement, and felt a little nauseated at the thought of what she was going to allow tonight. The man she’d fantasized about was a complete stranger compared to this no-nonsense man leading her into a world of sexual deviance.
"You can change over there." He pointed to a small curtained area in the corner of the room, determined to keep his emotions in check. His body would find pleasure, but he'd be damned if he let his heart get any more involved.
Taking his direction, she walked behind the screen and stood several seconds before beginning to undress. She could still change her mind, she told herself, even as her fingers released her bra and allowed it to slide silently to the floor. Crossing her arms over her breasts when she was completely nude, she took several more seconds to mentally argue about this foolish endeavor.
When she walked out from behind the curtain, his breath caught in his throat at the loveliness of the vision before him. She trembled as she made her way to him. He had never wanted a woman more in his life. He could read how nervous she was, and made the decision that no matter what happened he would make sure she enjoyed herself tonight. If this was all he could have, then he would leave her with memories she would think of long after he was gone.
"My beautiful Jessie girl." Giving his first real smile of the evening, he allowed his eyes to roam over her trembling form. Making her comfortable in her own skin was the first lesson he would teach her. "Walk across the room for me," he demanded softly. As she began walking, he issued several orders. "Pull your shoulders back, keep your head up, and be proud of the beautiful body you're displaying."
After a few minutes of walking back and forth, the embarrassment left her. Placing her hands on her hips, she stopped and glanced at him. "Do you like making me walk?"
Chuckling at her response, he nodded. "I love watching you move, Jessie. It turns me on."
She couldn't argue with that compliment. She began walking again. Knowing he was watching her was somewhat of a turn-on, even if she wanted to cover herself. She had never felt this comfortable nude, even in the shower stalls at the gym.
"Walk to me, Jessie girl." He held out his arms, and smiled as she pressed against him. He allowed his arms to hold her tightly as he stroked her hair. "You look beautiful fully undressed," he whispered.
The compliment stroked her ego, even if she disagreed, but she was glad he found her worthy. The feel of his arms around her was incredible, and she snuggled against him more tightly. Pressing her lips against his chest where his shirt was opened, she inhaled the scent of him deeply, pleased.
He led her through kneels next, and enjoyed the site of her exquisite form as she surrendered to his training. She was very graceful, and after several tries, each kneel looked as if she'd practiced many times before. She was pleased to see he was aroused at the site of her own willingness to please him.
"You're almost a natural at this Jessie," he said, smiling encouragingly. The thoughts of the last week vanished as he relaxed into the role he'd been born to play. Taking her hand, he led her over to the cross. "I've dreamed of seeing you splayed up here, willing to do whatever I asked."
She'd had her own dreams about him since first tethering him to the cross at his club, and smiled. "I have a fondness for this as well."
Grinning wickedly, he attached her wrists and ankles to the cuffs that were embedded in the wood with a secure latch, then stood back to admire her body. "That first night we met, I wanted to do things like this to you." He trailed his hand from her collarbone to her breast, lifted the slight weight, and ran his finger across the coral peak, enjoying how it immediately tightened.
He had thought about her that way even then? A pleased smile found her face, making her forget everything but the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. Knowing this beautiful man wanted her was more than she could have ever wished for. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the delicious feeling of his hand fondling her.
Stepping away, he walked over to his toy chest and pulled out clamps that were connected to a thin silver chain. Moving in front of her, he fondled her breasts for several seconds until her nipples were stiff enough to accept the small little toy. These didn't add much pressure, he thought, and the sensation should be one she'd enjoy. Her soft gasp of pleasure as he attached them proved his thoughts correct.
Tugging lightly on the chain connected to her nipples, he smiled as her neck arched back and her eyes closed. Trailing his hand down through the small downy curls, he tugged slightly. "I'm going to remove these curls the next time you're here." Sliding his finger against the hard nub at her core, he continued caressing her until she was moaning softly. He attached the last clamp to her clit, and a gasp left her lips.
"Chase," she called out at the almost blinding pleasure that seeped through her body. It was almost too much, but not quite enough.
"Do you want me to remove it, Jessie girl?" He smiled, reading the confusion in her eyes. He doubted the clamp was painful enough to make her uncomfortable, but it was a sensation that took getting used to.
She shook her head no, and bit her lip, still shocked at the need the device sent raging through her core. When he tugged gently, she almost came undone. "Oh, God!"
He chuckled softly, enjoying her response, and stood back to watch her. She discovered quickly that even the slightest movement of her body pulled on the clamps since they were all attached. "Ready for mor
e?"
How was she supposed to answer that? She wondered. The clamps had her very aware of her own body and that was definitely something she wasn't used to. "Maybe?"
He chuckled again at her answer, thinking what a joy she was to train. Walking over to his box of pleasures, he pulled out a mini-flogger. He would try a full-sized one on her at a later time, but for now he was enjoying the clamps. Moving in front of her body, he allowed the small hand-sized leather straps to gently fall over her abdomen.
Her movement increased the pressure pulling on the clamps again, and she moaned softly. Wanting this to be pure pleasure for her tonight, he began lightly flogging her with the small flogger until she was crying out. The clamps pulling at her nipples and sex, combined with the texture of the leather on her skin seemed to be something she truly enjoyed. After long moments of teasing her this way, he tossed the flogger aside and carefully undid the clamps one by one.
She was breathless by the time they were all removed, and the slight throbbing of her nipples and clit again had her completely focused on her body. When he released her from the cuffs, she wanted to demand he make love to her. She forced herself to wait for him to make that move.
Knowing what she needed was part of being a good dominant, but she had to earn what she wanted. "Pleasure me, Jessie girl," he demanded softly, encouraging her to find her knees with a slight pressure on her shoulder from his hand.
The fact that she didn't know crap about pleasing a man that way didn't matter at the moment. She wanted to please him. Unzipping his pants, she slid them awkwardly down his legs, and his underwear followed. Faced with his impressive shaft, she wrapped her hand around the width, and squeezed before taking him slowly into her mouth.
She'd thought tasting a man this way would not be as sexy as they made it in books, but she discovered immediately that she loved it. Going on her own instincts, she stroked him as she took him deeper within the confines of her mouth. The rhythm was almost natural as she relaxed her throat, allowing him to move even deeper.
"Damn, Jessie girl," he said, shaking his head. He tangled his hands in her long silken tresses, trying his best not to force his cock down her throat. She was unbelievable; he thought as he forgot for a moment and pulled her against him, forcing his impressive length down her throat. Her small gag reminded him that this was new to her and he immediately relaxed the hands fisted in her hair, letting her find her own pace again.
Rolling her tongue over his engorged head seemed to make him tense, and she assumed it was in pleasure, so she continued doing it each time she released him from her mouth. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the delight of pleasing him.
She definitely wasn't ready to have him take her mouth the way he truly wanted, although she was doing one hell of a job at the moment. Pulling away, he took a few deep breaths. "I think we'll practice letting me fill your mouth another time, Jessie girl. For now, I want you on that table with your gorgeous little legs spread!"
The command he gave should have embarrassed her, but she was so turned on from pleasing him, that she didn't even think as she followed his command. Lying on the table, she tried to calm her racing heart. When he demanded she spread her thighs, any hope of that happening failed.
He didn't wait for her to comply. His hands moved between her thighs and parted them quickly before moving under her ass to lift her as his tongue found her core. He feasted on the sensual treat until he felt her tense. "Keep those legs spread!"
Kicking off his shoes, he reached for his wallet, pulling a condom out. Rolling it down his length, he moved between her parted thighs, raising her by the hips and pulling her to the edge before driving home in one forceful thrust.
She didn't have time to think as he drove into her like a man starved for sex. Clinging to him, she could barely breathe as he rode her hard and quick. Each stroke had her barreling toward paradise and her body clenched and released, begging for him to take her over the edge. "Please, Chase," she cried out, needing him with a desire that couldn't be put into words.
"Come now, Jessie!" He shouted the words and continued the pounding rhythm until she tensed around his cock, holding him like a vice as her body flooded with her passion. He came just as quickly, and for a brief second, pinpoints of light took over his vision. "Damn." Having her this way was obviously something his body had wanted because he'd never had a release like that in all his adult years.
She attempted to catch her breath, amazed that she’d enjoyed the raw sensuality he'd unleashed tonight. When she thought about a dream lover, it had never been in a situation like this, even after all the BDSM books. But she knew her fantasies would be centered on scenarios like this from now on.
His world came back into focus, and the beautiful woman underneath him made his heart ache as he remembered how fully she'd submitted to him tonight. This was someone he could cherish. He'd never truly understood what that word meant until this very moment. All the sexual gratification he'd experienced with countless other submissive's paled in comparison to the exquisite emotional bond he had with this one small slip of woman.
Lifting her hand to stroke his cheek, she smiled languidly, still enjoying the aftermath of being loved so well. Still embedded deeply, she realized that being connected with him this way was more than just a physical fulfillment. Maybe her own inexperience was clouding the truth, but she couldn't imagine two people sharing such an incredible union without the heart being involved as well.
Remembering why she was here, he slid from her flesh, and tried to contain his emotions. Picking up his discarded clothes, he dressed quickly, not glancing back until the task was completed. "You pleased me well tonight, Jessie girl." The words came out harshly as he fought to hide the emotions he longed to share with her.
The reality of his words sank home, and she slid from the table, feeling ashamed at what they'd just done. Obviously, she was the only one who had felt emotionally connected as they’d made love tonight. Chiding herself mentally for allowing herself to call what they did making love, she amended the term to ‘screwed’. Which was what she was at the moment: one-hundred percent screwed. Wanting to be as callous as he had been with his words, she retorted, "Glad I could be of service."
He watched as she stomped back toward the dressing curtain, completely perplexed by the anger in her words. He'd given her what she obviously needed, so why did she seem ready to kick him in the nuts instead of pleased by the compliment he’d given her? When she returned, fully dressed, he was still trying to understand what he'd done wrong tonight. There was no way she hadn't enjoyed it: her body’s response had been vivid proof of that. He certainly wasn't prepared for the words she threw at him next.
"I'm sure this is how you enjoy getting your rocks off, Chase, but I can't do this. I thought I could, but I'm not this person." Never in her life had she been this emotional, not even when her ex had confessed he was a closet homosexual. "You might be great in bed, but if that's all you have to offer, then I'm just not interested.” After her much needed outburst, she stormed from the room, glad that for once in her life she’d spoken her mind.
His mouth hung open for a few seconds, and he stood rooted to the spot in stunned silence. What the hell was she talking about? She was the one who was looking for someone to fulfill her sexual cravings; he wanted more. The woman obviously had no damn idea what she wanted. He marched after her, finally realizing she was leaving before they had a chance to discuss what happened tonight.
She didn't slow down her pace as she made her way back to the car. What the hell had she been thinking? She derided herself. She wasn't the type of woman who could have casual sex with a man and be all right with it. And what they'd done was even more than that. What kind of sick, twisted mentality made a man want to dominate a woman and who was she that she'd actually enjoyed the perverse pleasure he'd shown her tonight? Opening her door angrily, she had one idea in mind: Get the hell out of here and never return again.
He grabbed her arm as
she was about to get in the car, without thinking of anything other than not allowing her to leave this way. "Jessie, we need to talk about what happened here tonight." He kept his voice calm, knowing that if he couldn't control his emotions, no rational conversation would be taking place.
Attempting to pull her arm out of his firm grasp, and failing, she felt her anger intensify. "No, what I need is to get the hell away from you, Chase." This wasn't her world, and he wasn't the man she wished he could be. She fought back tears and tugged on her arm again, wanting to put as much space between them as humanly possible.
He wasn't relenting. She was not in any type of emotional state to drive home safely. If she didn't want to discuss what had happened like a rational adult, he was at least driving her home. Pulling her away from the door, he closed it and took the keys she was holding in her other hand. "If you don't want to talk, then get in my car. I'm taking you home.”
"Screw you, Chase. Give me my damn keys and let me leave." She was beyond rational thinking at the moment, and just wanted to get away from him so she could think. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she angrily swiped them away with the back of her hand.
What the hell was going on here? There was no doubt in his mind that she was not thinking clearly and he sure as hell wasn't giving her keys to a car at the moment. "If you'll stop acting like a child for a moment and calm down, I'll get you home safely."
"You are such a domineering prick," she all but screamed, wanting her keys back and wishing she had the nerve to slap his face for being so unfeeling.
Floored at the anger in his words, he released her arm. "Obviously I'm missing something here, because I thought we enjoyed each other tonight." Wasn't that what she'd wanted? He was confused.
Rolling her eyes, she stalked over to his car, shaking her head. How could any man be so dense? "Just take me home since you've obviously confiscated my car for the night." She didn't want to talk to him. She wanted to lock herself in her safe little world and forget he ever existed.
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