Ready To Obey

by Melinda Barron

  She couldn’t see him, but she could swear by his exasperated sigh that he was shaking his head.

  “Very well, pain it is.” She watched as he crossed the bed and picked up the flogger.

  “No, no, I want pleasure,” she said.

  He dangled the flogger in front of her face.

  “Oh darling, Maisie, you will find pleasure in this, I guarantee it.”

  The strands were inches away from her face, and when he pressed them against her lips she groaned. “Kiss them the way they are going to kiss you.”

  “No,” she said, the words muffled by the velvet strands.

  “Now, shall we begin?” he asked. “I’m really looking forward to seeing your reaction, and then sticking my dick inside your sweet, tight pussy.”

  Chapter 13

  Maisie waited for the pain, the hard feel of the flogger against her bottom. She expected the sort of pain that made Vanessa scream the other evening.

  Instead she felt a tickle, as if he were tracing the strands over her bottom like they were strands of silk. It made her lift up on her toes and wiggle her behind.

  It’s coming, it’s coming, she said to herself. Get ready for it.

  But it didn’t happen. He continued to tease her with them, back and forth across her buttocks and then up and down her thighs.

  “Spread your legs,” he said.

  “Why?” she asked.

  He slapped her bottom, not with the flogger but with his hand.

  “Do as I tell you.”

  “Tell me why,” she said.

  He slapped her other cheek. “Do as I say.” His voice was soft, another thing she didn’t expect. If he wanted to make her obey him, being gentle with her was not the way to go. Or was it? She was more inclined to do what he wanted when he was nice to her, even though she was in the stocks.

  “Maisie, I’m waiting,” he said.

  She moved her feet apart.

  “Wider.”

  She did as he asked.

  “Wider.”

  Once more she followed his command.

  “Good girl,” he said. Once again, he caressed her bum with the flogger strands.

  Desire started to build inside her; her nipples tightened and her quim started to pulse in need. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her.

  “No,” she whispered.

  The teasing increased, and the tip of something hard pressed into her bum, the strands moving across her already heated flesh.

  “Just get it over with,” she said.

  “What do you want me to do?” he asked.

  “If you’re going to whip me, just do it!”

  “Who said I was going to whip you?” he asked. He sounded truly confused, sort of, that is. She knew he wasn’t. He was trying to keep her off guard, so she wouldn’t know what to expect next.

  Maisie hated to admit that she was excited, even though it was mixed with fear.

  “Please let me go,” she said as he continued to torture her with the flogger. Maisie moved around, moaning as her desire built. She knew that any moment now he was going to hit her with the flogger, and she hated the fact that she wasn’t more frightened than she was right now.

  “You need to stop moving around so much,” he said. “You’re going to put marks on your neck and wrists, and you could hurt yourself. I don’t want you hurt. I want you to feel pleasure.”

  “You want control over me,” she said.

  “That is true,” Mr. Cummings said. “However, you seem to think it’s so I can hurt you. Have I hurt you yet?”

  “You spanked me,” she said.

  “Naughty girls deserve spankings,” he said. “Have you been naughty?”

  “Not that I know of,” Maisie said. She kept the questions she’d asked Sylvia about Vanessa to herself.

  “Then why are you expecting a spanking?” he asked.

  Maisie shivered as he stroked his fingers up and down her back. He still held the flogger in one hand and it moved around as he stroked her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked.

  “You know it does,” she said. “Soon it will turn to pain, though.”

  “What makes you say that?” He stopped stroking her. “And you never explained why you were expecting a spanking.”

  He started to caress her again, and she whimpered.

  “Some torture is pain, and some is being teased,” he said. “Now, please, Maisie, answer my questions.”

  “Downstairs, the ladies in the stocks were being hit with crops and pieces of leather,” she said.

  “True, but do you think this was their first time?”

  “Of course not,” she said.

  “You have to learn to crawl before you can walk,” he said. “That’s what we do at the school. Ladies come in who want to learn how to live an alternative lifestyle, and we teach them how to do the things they want to learn.”

  She wanted to tell him she didn’t want to learn anything, but she knew that was not true. Worse even to her was the fact that he knew it, too. He could see the desire building inside her from his touch.

  Did she want to be spanked? She didn’t know the answer to that right now—no, she knew the answer, and she was afraid of it.

  Mr. Cummings was at her side now. He placed the flogger across her back, two ends hanging down. She imagined he had to bend a little to cup her breast. Heavens above it felt so good as he teased her already stiff nipple. He moved his hand to the other one.

  “Please,” she said.

  “You’ve said that several times before,” he said. “But you haven’t told me what you’re begging me for. I want you to be specific, Maisie. I want you to say what you want. Do you want me to suck your nipples? Caress your bottom? Put my prick in you?”

  “Yes,” she said. She was ashamed to admit it, afraid of what her yes would bring. She needed direction, information. And he wasn’t giving her that. She wondered if this was what happened to the so-called students who came to his school.

  “I’m not going to whip you, Maisie,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  If she’d been shivering in need before, those words made her body quake with desire. He was still playing with her breasts, his fingers expertly playing with her.

  “Can’t, I…” She what? Words were not forming in her mouth, at least words that she didn’t normally use.

  “First it’s please and now it’s can’t?” He pinched a nipple. “Are you incapable of making a complete sentence?”

  He trailed his fingers from her breasts to her stomach, drawing circles as he moved lower. Maisie wanted to tell him that she wanted him between her legs, but she couldn’t. Part of it was fear of being with someone besides Elvin, but a bigger part was the fear she would enjoy it—too much. While she and Elvin had been happy with the physical side of their marriage, she had never tingled like she was doing right now.

  He cupped her bare mound and Maisie inhaled sharply.

  “Beg me,” he said.

  “No,” she said.

  His fingers parted her slit.

  “Beg me,” he said.

  “No,” she repeated. Her knees were weak, and she knew the only thing keeping her on her feet was the stocks that held her in place. It hurt her neck and arms, but the pure bliss flowing through her as he fingered her wet folds overcame the pain.

  He found her clit and pinched it.

  “Oh my God!” Maisie screamed. An orgasm ripped through her and the room spun. When it stopped she realized he was holding her up with one arm as he inserted his thumb in her quim. He pressed against her walls and Maisie felt as if she would cry.

  “Beg me.” His words were like a caress.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  He continued to gently play with her; he moved his thumb in and out, the sound of it adding to her longing.

  “Please,” she said, and then realized that she hadn’t, as he’d indicated, made a complete sentence.
“Please, Aldis, I want you inside me. It’s been so long.”

  “Please, Mr. Cummings,” he said. “In this sense I am in charge. Say it properly and I will release you.

  “Please, Mr. Cummings, I want you inside me.”

  “Very good, sweet Maisie,” he said. “When I release you, you will drop to the floor and crawl to the bed. I will be right behind you. When you get there climb up and lay on your back, with your legs spread so I can watch your face while I fuck you.”

  The normal Maisie wanted to scream that she wouldn’t crawl anywhere. The excited Maisie said, “As you wish.”

  “As I command,” he said. “Tell me you’re ready to obey.”

  “I’m ready,” she said. Once again her mouth betrayed her. His fingers were still teasing her, preparing her for a much larger part of his body.

  “Oh Maisie, you will soon learn that I want you to say the actual words, not little short sentences. You need to have control of your mind and your body. Now, say what you know I want to hear.”

  Maisie closed her eyes. “I am ready to obey. I will follow your directions.”

  He pulled his thumb out of her quim and she wiggled her hips. She felt empty without him. The weight of the stocks immediately left, and he held her as she straightened. Then he let her go and she crumpled to the floor. She felt like a bowl of mush, shaking at his feet.

  “You’re being very still for someone who said they were ready to obey,” he said. “Crawl to the bed like I told you.”

  Her arms and legs shook like jelly as she started to move. Mr. Cummings walked beside her, moving the flogger strands up and down her back as she made her way to the bed. When she was there he leaned over and slapped her bottom.

  “Up,” he said.

  She crawled up before she turned and flopped down on her back. She lifted a shaky hand to her forehead. Mr. Cummings moved the flogger strands against her thighs.

  “Open for me,” he said.

  Maisie obeyed immediately. When nothing touched her body she turned to where he was undressing. She already knew he had an incredible cock, long and thick. But when he was totally nude she bit back a gasp. He was much handsomer than she’d thought. His chest and arms were muscular.

  He was ready to take her, and her body was ready for him. But her mind still whirled at the thought of being with him. He didn’t give her the chance to object, though, because he quickly climbed on top of her. His long prick poked at her belly.

  And then, surprisingly, he did offer her the chance to object.

  “Are you sure about this, Maisie?” he asked. His voice was soft, and inviting. “I want there to be no misunderstanding. Let your mind rule.”

  She couldn’t help but giggle. “You mean after you made my body quake? Yes, Mr. Cummings, I’m sure.”

  Instead of responding he kissed her, his tongue playing with her lips until she let him inside. As his tongue invaded her mouth he lifted off her body and his prick slid into her wetness.

  His mouth captured her scream of pleasure. Without being told, Maisie wrapped her legs around his hips and took him in deeper. He continued to kiss her as he thrust, back and forth. She relaxed as he rode her, his hardness hitting her in just the right spot as he moved in and out.

  And then the unthinkable happened. She spent. Again. From having a dick inside her. Their bodies were locked together as they fucked. Maisie felt as if she were not in her body anymore, as if she were watching from above as they rocked together.

  When Mr. Cummings filled her, she held him close. When he finally collapsed she stayed at his side, staring up at the ceiling.

  “Are you all right, Maisie?” he asked after a moment.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Your voice is shaking,” he replied.

  “It’s been so long,” she said.

  “Yes, well you can’t say that anymore, can you?” Then he covered her body with his again and kissed her, and Maisie thought she never wanted to leave this bed for the rest of her life.

  Her body ached, not from pain, but from extreme pleasure, the type Maisie never even knew existed. She’d had two orgasms—two. It didn’t seem possible. Now as Mr. Cummings snored next to her, Maisie’s mind raced. She needed to let things go, to take events as they happened and not try to second guess what he had planned.

  In other words, she needed to stop over thinking. But she’d never been very good at that. Even Elvin had accused her of being cold and analytical at times. Once he had told her that the reason she found it so hard to spend was because she didn’t let go of herself.

  The fact she was tossing and turning right now proved Elvin right. Mr. Cummings slept the sleep of the dead right next to her, and Maisie couldn’t lay still. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. The room seemed to close in on her, the walls moving and the ceiling dropping down.

  Maisie tumbled off the bed and tried to get hold of her emotions. She shook just like she had before when Mr. Cummings had been playing with her. She had to go outside. She needed fresh air. She hadn’t heard the ding of a clock in quite some time, and she couldn’t remember how many bongs she’d heard before, so she had no clue how late it was. They’d been downstairs at eight. There was no telling how long they’d been playing and, well, and fucking.

  Something told her it was at least midnight; or one. Would there still be people downstairs? Would they be distracted by their orgy? Could she slip by them into the gardens? She hoped so. If someone caught her she would simply tell them that Mr. Cummings had asked her to go in search of food. If it were Mr. Leslie, or Sylvia, they might ask why she hadn’t summoned Lisa, but she would think of an answer to that if the need arose.

  It took her several moments to find something easy to put on, since she couldn’t very well go down there naked. She found a caftan, much like the one Sylvia had worn, in the wardrobe. She slipped it on, then eased out of the door as quietly as possible. There were still lamps lit in the corridor, but thankfully there was no one wandering around.

  She found no one on the stairs, either, and there was no sound of sex coming from the public room where they’d all been earlier. This was easier than she thought it would be. It wasn’t hard to find the back door, which was unlocked. That stopped her short. It meant someone was still awake.

  For a moment she rethought her decision to be down here. It could get her into trouble. But she decided she didn’t care. She needed the fresh air. The door didn’t creak as it opened, and the moment the cool, fresh air hit her face she felt calmer.

  She stood outside the door and listened for voices, or someone moving. There was nothing. Feeling confident that no one was out here she started to walk, savoring the fact that it was a clear night, with no clouds. The stars lit up the gardens and she walked first one path, and then another. The paths were covered with loose dirt, and she knew she would have to take care of that before she went back inside, so as not to leave a trace.

  As she walked she knew she needed to let things unfold as they would. She had no idea what Mr. Cummings was thinking, but she had her plan. Her belongings were in the carriage and she would leave when this was all over.

  That is, if they had found the item they were searching for. That was the main goal. It seemed they had lost track of that with the physical side of things that had come into play today.

  Perhaps she should go back and wake up Mr. Cummings. They could talk about things. It would be easier than her setting up different scenarios, all of them ending in disaster for her.

  She started back toward the house, but stopped in her tracks when voices reached her ears. For the second time in her life, Maisie dropped to her knees in a garden and listened.

  At first all she heard were wisps of words; then she made out three of them. The first two did not surprise her, but the third one made her voice catch in her throat. She flattened herself in the dirt, and then cried out as a body rolled on top of her.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Cummings was
angry. He was also heavy and she struggled under him.

  “Get off me,” she whispered. “Wait, don’t do that, listen, listen, listen,”

  “To you?” His weight was gone immediately and he jerked her up. “Are you trying to run away? Did what happened tonight frighten you, is that it?”

  “Is something wrong?” Lord Geoffrey appeared before them. Maisie looked around.

  “Vanessa was here a moment ago. I heard her voice.” Maisie would keep the fact she’d heard the third voice to herself. For now.

  “I was taking a walk,” he said.

  “At one in the morning?” Maisie asked, praying she didn’t sound angry, but knowing that she did.

  “Is that your concern?” Lord Geoffrey asked her. “I thought the submissive partner bowed down to the dominant. Are you going to allow her to treat her betters that way?”

  “I heard you talking to her!” Maisie tried to advance on him but Mr. Cummings held her back. “Admit it!”

  “Enough!” Mr. Leslie appeared out of nowhere. Sylvia was right behind him. “You are keeping the household awake. What is happening?”

  “I’ll tell you what is happening, this woman is accusing me of, well, I’m not even sure. She seems to think she heard me talking to Vanessa. I was taking the night air because I couldn’t sleep. I demand that there be consequences for her yelling at me and causing me embarrassment.”

  “I’ll show you embarrassment,” Maisie said. She thrust her hand toward him as if it were the claw of an animal. “You’re a liar.”

  Sylvia gasped, and Lord Geoffrey looked as if he would have a heart seizure. “I demand she be punished,” he said.

  “I thought you were not into this sort of lifestyle,” Mr. Cummings said. For a moment, Maisie appreciated the fact that he seemed to be standing up for her. That was until he opened his mouth again.

  “But I agree,” he said. “She did not have permission to leave the room, and she needs to face the penalty.”

  “I heard him talking to Vanessa!” she yelled.

  “Then where did she go?” Lord Geoffrey asked.

  Maisie glared at him. “I thought you were leaving. Why are you still here if not to meet with her? She has the—”