by Dakota Dawn
A moan escaped her lips as he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on the biggest four-poster bed she’d ever seen. To her amazement, he whispered loving, soothing words into her ear as he massaged her arms and shoulders until they were pain-free and limp as wet noodles. Now she understood the cherished part of being a sub. It felt damn good. None of her prior limited sexual experiences could hold a candle to this.
In a post-climactic haze, she felt herself being unwrapped then placed between soft bedding. He quickly turned out the lights and slid in next to her wrapping his large body around hers. His heat seeped into her muscles. It was pure bliss being held by him. Burrowing deeper into his embrace, she drifted off to sleep while he stroked her hair and whispered words of praise in her ear.
Chapter Three
Dara woke to her nipples being suckled and her legs being spread. At first she was lost in confusion, and then the day before came rushing back to her, and she knew who it was—Garner. The Garner who’d given her the best sexual experience and orgasm of her life. Noting how dark the windows were, she realized sub training was starting early today. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his scent. His thick cock probed her opening and slid in. Being only semi-wet, he had to slowly work his way into her body.
“This time is only for me. It teaches you that your body belongs totally to your Master. You will give it freely, even if you receive nothing in return.”
His words were gruff, but she gained great pleasure from his suckling mouth and thrusting cock. Groaning loudly, he quickened his pace, then buried himself deeply into her wet heat and came hard. Dropping his weight down on her, he kissed her neck as he rested, totally covering her with his hard body.
All too soon for her, he raised up on his elbows and kissed her lips lightly before pulling out of her and climbing off the bed.
“You did very well this morning, my little sub. Go into the bathroom and soak in the water I have ready for you while I cook us some breakfast.” His black eyes raked over her body. “Remember, you are not to put any clothes on. I expect you to be accessible to me at all times.” With one more smoldering look, he turned and headed for the closet.
Dara dragged herself out of the soft bed and went into the bathroom. Her eyes widened at the huge tub of steaming water. Sinking into the water, she realized it was scented and that it immediately started working on her slightly sore muscles. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and settled comfortably into the tub, letting the warm water envelop her. Thinking about the things that had happened to her so far, Dara decided Garner was a delicious mystery. Harsh, dominating master of her body one moment—tender, caring lover the next. There was a chance her mind was warped, but she loved both sides of him.
Fearing she was turning into a prune, Dara opened her eyes and looked at her fingertips. Yep she was doomed to having wrinkly fingers for at least a while. Glancing around, she noted the granite countertops, the double sinks, and large, open shower. It was nicely designed. She could find no flaws in it. This was by far the best bathroom she’d ever taken a bath in. Hers was nice, but not this nice.
Smelling bacon, she grabbed the shampoo and started cleaning herself up. Doms didn’t like to wait. Her extremely crazy need to make Garner happy had her hurrying.
When she was done, she stepped out of the tub and towel-dried off. Seeing a blow-dryer on the counter, she quickly dried her hair, then walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Garner was buttering toast when she walked in. Her stomach flip-flopped. He was so handsome standing there in only a pair of unbuttoned jeans. Muscles rippling with each movement he made. He was the sweetest eye candy. She wanted to lick him all over. Turning, he smiled at her, and she had to force herself not to drop to the floor and beg him to take her.
Moving to a small table for two, he pulled out her chair and motioned her over. “Come sit. You need to eat to keep your strength up.” She walked over, and he slid the chair in for her. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, “You look lovely sitting naked at my table.”
A shiver raced up her spine. And the longing to stay here grew a little larger. That longing monster within her needed to be caged. She knew she couldn’t stay, but damn it, she wanted to with every fiber of her being.
* * * *
Midnight eyes raked down her naked length and stopped at her socked feet. At breakfast he’d noticed how cold her feet were, so he’d gotten her a pair of his socks. They were way too big, but they looked cute on her.
Stroking her nipples, Garner kept his attention on her more so than the funny Christmas movie they were watching. Her laughter was music to his ears. He loved this part of her training, getting her used to sitting around doing normal things while being naked. He also loved holding her in his arms. She felt right in his embrace. A frown marred his brow. He was going to have a hard time letting her go. The way her body responded to his drove him wild. He couldn’t even imagine himself with another woman now that he’d had her tight, sweet little body. Each minute that passed, she unknowingly tightened her hold on his heart.
Dara stretched then settled back into his arms. “I love that movie. It makes me laugh every time I see it. I’m glad you wanted to watch a movie.”
Garner smiled and glanced up to see the credits running across the screen. He hadn’t even noticed that the movie was over. “I like that movie, too. Later this evening, Mixed Martial Art fighting is going to be on. I hope you don’t hate it because I love it.”
“Are you kidding? I could watch MMA all day. All those big, sweaty men competing in a sport of strength and wits. Who wouldn’t love that?” she responded with an excited flair.
The doorbell suddenly rang out, stopping their conversation.
Surprised and forgetting her nakedness, she said, “I didn’t see a doorbell last night.”
Chuckling, Garner responded, “It blends in with the cabin.” Placing a kiss on the top of her head, he said, “Sit tight, it’s only one of my friends.”
Looking down at her body, the realization that she was naked sank in. Dara tried to bolt out of his arms so she could leave the room.
He tightened his hold. “It’s only a friend of mine. He’s bringing some food for tomorrow. I want you to sit here on the couch while I talk to him.”
Struggling, she tried to get free of his hold. “No. I will not sit here naked letting a stranger ogle me.”
Loosening his hold, Garner’s voice turned commanding. “Dara. Kneel now.”
“No,” her voice was shaky, but firm.
“You leave me no choice.” Standing with her in his arms, he walked over to the fireplace and brought her down onto a plush rug, pinning her with his body. She screeched as he flipped back the corner of the rug and snatched up a collar with a small padlock.
“I want to go upstairs. Don’t you dare put that on me.”
“You are not in control. You have to learn to obey, my little wildcat.”
Screaming in frustration, she struggled beneath him.
Not fazed, he had her collared and chained to the floor in a flash.
She tried to stand up, but the chain wasn’t long enough. It forced her to sit. Breathing heavily, she stared daggers through him. “You’re…you’re mean.” Her shocked brain couldn’t form intelligent conversation, only raw emotion.
“Get off your cute little ass and kneel properly with your hands on your thighs. For now, I will allow you to kneel with your legs closed.” Releasing a sigh, he watched her do as he’d commanded. “I know it feels like I’m being mean right now, but in time, you will realize I’m only teaching you to do as you are told. If you’ll learn that lesson, you will make a fine sub. Now, I have to let my friend in. Because of your behavior, he has been kept waiting out in the cold.” Turning, Garner headed for the door. He hated seeing her in such a state but knew he had to push his soft-hearted feelings for her into a quiet place in his heart. Needing her to flourish and bloom into a passionate, caring sub meant more to him than he ever wanted Bryan to kno
w about. Damn Bryan for putting him in this position. You should never tempt a hungry lion. Hell, he hadn’t even known he was still hungry until she’d walked into his life. After years of searching for his other half, he’d finally quit looking. And now here she was chained to his floor, and he couldn’t keep her. Poaching his friend’s woman was not going to happen.
Opening the door, Garner took a few bags from his friend’s hands. “Come in, Pete. Thanks for bringing the food by. Sorry about the wait. I was tying up some loose ends.”
Walking into the living room, Pete’s eyes alighted on Dara. A smile crossed his face. “No problem. Loose ends sometimes need attention. Immediate attention.” Turning his gaze back to Garner, he asked, “Party still on tomorrow night?”
“Yes. Seven o’clock,” Garner answered then led Pete to the kitchen. Not wanting to damage Dara’s pride any further, he kept Pete in the kitchen. They had a drink and talked for a good thirty minutes.
Needing to deal with Dara, Garner signaled that he needed to handle his sub. Being a Dom himself, Pete understood. Standing, both men walked through the living room and headed for the door.
“See you tomorrow, Pete. Thanks again for coming by,” Garner said before closing the door and heading back to Dara. Back to the dark-haired wildcat that was scratching and purring her way deeper and deeper into his heart.
Standing over her, he looked down at her.
She glared up at him.
“I’m sorry to see you haven’t been sitting here thinking about what you did wrong. Now I’m forced into punishing you. A good sub always does exactly what her Master tells her to do. You fought me for no reason. Did my friend hurt you?”
Dara swallowed hard and lowered her eyes.
“Answer the question. Did my friend hurt you?”
“No, Sir.” Her voice trembled.
“I would never put you in harm’s way. Pete is a good friend of mine, and he is also a damn good Dom. He is used to seeing naked women in submissive poses. You have to trust your Dom. Do you trust me?”
Guilty eyes looked up at him then quickly darted down. “Yes, Sir.”
Leaning down, Garner removed her collar. “Get up. We are going to my playroom for your punishment. If you keep this up, I’m going to have to change its name to the punishment room.”
Garner led her to the room and guided her over to a sturdy, padded table. “Get on and sit with your butt at the edge.”
Dara did as he instructed. “I’m sorry. I should have trusted you.”
“I know you are sorry, but that’s not going to stop what’s going to happen next. I want you to learn from your experience.” His voice held regret, but he was determined to teach her to be a great sub. She had it in her, and with time, she’d thrive under Bryan’s attention. Scowling, he wished she was his.
Sliding out two padded boards that were normally concealed just an inch below the top of the table, he stared deeply into her eyes. “Put your feet on the boards, close to the straps.” He nodded when she followed his orders. Leaving her legs bent, he strapped her ankles down to the cushioned boards, then strapped her thighs open. Checking his work, he made sure her restraints weren’t too tight and that her legs had good blood flow. The table was wide, and the boards were placed close to the legs of the table, leaving a strapped-down sub’s legs splayed wide. The friend of his who had made it for him said it was a lot like the table a gynecologist used except it was wider, more cushioned, and you could hide the slide out “tie-your-sub-down” boards. This was one of his favorite playroom devices. Getting back on track, he ordered, “Lie down.”
At his command, she nervously, but quickly, laid back.
“Good girl. You moved quickly. You are getting better.” Taking her arms, he strapped them to the table above her head. Noting that she could bend her elbows for comfort, he nodded his satisfaction.
Standing back, he stared at her naked beauty. Her small firm breasts jutted upward, and her shapely hips and legs were made for lovin’. Damn, she was fine. Once again, he wished she was his to keep. He needed to stop dreaming and start training. Shaking his head, he got back to the task at hand.
Climbing onto the table, he straddled her body then nuzzled her neck, taking her scent deep into his lungs. Kissing and licking her neck, he found all her sensitive spots and tortured her unmercifully, minute after grueling minute. When her body started trembling in need, he kissed his way to her pink nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he lapped and sucked lightly at it for a few minutes then moved over to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. He loved her sweet nipples, and he knew she loved having them sucked.
“Please,” Dara breathily begged him.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I need you so bad.” She squirmed beneath him, frustrated at her lack of freedom.
Garner sucked each nipple more firmly until she cried out in fervid desire. Kissing each peak, he climbed off the table. Moving between her legs, he sat on a stool and stared at her dripping cunt. Nostrils flared, he breathed in the scent of her arousal. He wanted to give her what she was pleading for, wanted to bury himself balls-deep between her soft thighs. Shaking himself mentally, he knew he couldn’t give in to her. Not until her lesson was over. Only then would he be able to extinguish the fire that raged through their bodies.
“I’m begging you, please take me.” The feel of his heated gaze on her spread pussy was driving her mad with lust, just as he’d planned.
“I don’t think so. Your punishment has already begun, but is not nearly over.” Standing, he ran his hands along her legs then bent to kiss her swollen nubbin.
She jerked and tried to grind her clit into his mouth.
Pulling back slightly, he blew a hot puff of air across her extended clit, then moved away to stare intently at her. As soon as her breathing calmed, he leaned forward and took her clit into his mouth.
“Yes, yes. Harder, please suck me harder.” Dara’s voice was thick with passion.
For the next hour he brought her close, then refused to push her over the edge into nirvana’s sweet embrace. Her curvy body trembled, hunched, and bucked under his hands and mouth. The temptation to end her punishment was great, but he refused to give in before her lesson was over.
Garner noted her startled reaction when he suddenly stood up and backed away from her spread pussy. “You must learn there are always consequences for every action. When you are good, you get rewarded. When you are disobedient, you will be punished. Doms know lots of ways to reward or punish. Trusting your Dom is vital. Trusting him builds a strong bond between you. I want you to think about that while you are being punished.”
* * * *
Dara watched in horror as he left the room, leaving her strapped down with an aching pussy. They had been having such a good time before she’d refused to do as he’d commanded.
Needing him, she yelled, “Snow!”
Desire blazing in her eyes, she watched him stroll back into the room.
“Why did you use your safe word?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I’m sorry. I promise I learned my lesson. Please make me come. I need you.” Dara didn’t like the begging tone of her voice, but damn it, she needed relief.
Moving between her legs, he stared at her. “You used your safe word to end your punishment. That was a bad thing to do. Now I have to add to your punishment.”
Dara cried out when his large hand came down with a whack to her inner thighs one after the other. The medium pressured hits jiggled her flesh, sending hot desire stabbing through her hips and straight to the sensitive pearl between her legs. She was panting in raw need by the time he stopped.
“Don’t ever misuse your safe word again.” Without another word, he turned and left the room.
As time passed by, her body stayed hot and needy. He had her so aroused that each minute that passed was almost painful. The way she was tethered, she could feel every current in the room. The table, come to find out, was conveniently
placed so that a bound sub’s pussy and nipples could feel the air from the vents above. In the overly-heated state he’d left her in and the regular blasts of air to her exposed swollen, moist folds, she didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of cooling down. Her mind was constantly on sex. The wild kind of sex that only Garner could give.
Closing her eyes, she thought about what he’d said. He was right. Trust was important. She could never submit to a Master she didn’t trust. She didn’t want to search for a Dom. Garner was the man she wanted. He felt right. What if he didn’t want her? What if he already had a sub? To him, she was just here to be trained. Her heart sank at that thought. Nobody had ever stirred her heart and body the way Garner did. She needed him. The womanly flesh between her legs throbbed in agreement as her heart cried out for his love and mastery.
A noise at the door caught her attention. Garner.
Her pussy started throbbing harder at the sight of him. She’d been in a steady state of arousal long before he’d even left the room. Then she’d been left splayed wide for those damned air currents to torment her. Dara was so hot she was sure you could cook an egg on her. Now that was hot. She hoped he fucked her soon.
Trying to be a good sub, she didn’t beg or complain when he walked over to her. She shuddered when he trailed his hand up her body and lightly pinched her nipple.
“I see you’re ripe for the taking. Will you disobey your Master again?”
“No, Sir. I trust you now, Sir.” Expressive green eyes begged for his touch.
His fingers released her nipple, and he slowly trailed his hand down her body ending at her foot. Moving between her spread legs, he shed his jeans.
Dara licked her lips at the sight of his hard cock jutting out proudly.
“I see you appreciate the view.” Placing the tip of his cock at her wet entrance, he stilled until she met his eyes. “I hope you learned a lesson. Your punishment is my punishment. I’ve painfully waited the last two hours for this. Your pain is your Master’s pain.”
