by Ann Grech
“You completely undo me, pretty girl. Fuck me, I’ve never done that. I feel like a fucking teenager without any control around you.”
Running her fingertips down his face, he looked down at her and she kissed him gently. “Is that so bad?”
“No,” he replied quietly. “Not at all. I can’t let you push me away anymore. I want you too much. I’ve been in hell this week not seeing you every day, not holding you. I want to be with you. I want to get naked with you, make love to you, and protect you.”
“I’ve been miserable, too. I sent you away because I was hurting, but I didn’t even really let you explain.” Placing his fingers gently on her lips to quieten her, Timmy leaned down and kissed her, slipping his fingers out of the way as she opened to him and their tongues caressed each other.
Pulling back from the softest lips he’d ever kissed, Timmy continued, “I’ll explain everything and we’ll talk about what I am and what I’d like to explore with you, but not tonight. You need sleep and I need to clean you up. Wait here, I’ll be back.” Chloe smiled and nodded, reaching up to kiss him again. “Uh, uh. I already want you again. If we do that, there won’t be any cleaning up goin’ on.”
The hard rod of Timmy’s cock rested in the valley of Chloe’s ass as he held her tight to him while she slept. He’d been hard all night and hadn’t slept because of it. He’d thought about jacking off in the bathroom to get rid of his boner, but every time he’d pulled away from Chloe, no matter how slowly or gently he’d moved, she’d stir. She’d tighten her grip on his arm and hold him in place until he relaxed into her again. So now, as dawn was finally breaking, his sweet, sultry Chloe was starting to wake up. The morning sun was peeking in through the edge of the blind on Timmy’s bedroom window. In the dappled light, he followed the curve of her breast, her beaded nipple just begged for his mouth. She was as naked as him; she’d flung her cami in the same direction as her panties last night after he’d soaked it in his cum.
“Mmmm, you always wake up with a boner like that?”
“I’ve been hard all night.”
“Does that happen often? That might be a medical thing.” She was trying unsuccessfully to stifle her grin.
“Only when you’re in my bed.”
“And you didn’t take care of yourself? So thoughtful of you to leave it all for me to help you with.”
“We should talk first, pretty girl.”
“You actually have any blood left in your brain to be able to think straight when you have that around?” she asked, turning her head toward him.
“Not really.” He grinned¸ before running his fingertips over her soft skin, unable to resist the lure of her nipple any longer.
“Good. Teach me, then. I want to make you feel what I did last night. That was…fucking amazing.”
“Watch your language, pretty girl. Swearing in my house gets you spanked.”
“It does?” she asked surprised. She’d had the same reaction after he’d threatened her with a spanking at the studio. Timmy watched the shock and desire play out on her face as it pulsed around her body.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
“I…I don’t know. How can you tell?”
“Your pupils dilated and your pulse spiked. You sucked in a breath and licked your lips. They’re all signs of desire.”
“And you picked up on that?”
“I know what to look for. That’s why I moved my hand here.” He squeezed her hip, his fingers resting on her femoral artery. “What do you think? Think you’d like to have my hand against your ass? Or my flogger?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but in a good way. The spanking will bring blood to the surface of your skin and stimulate nerves connected to your pussy so you’ll feel everything more.” Chloe’s eyes fluttered closed and she moaned softly as she instinctively pressed herself against him, like a cat nuzzling its owner. Timmy’s cock hardened almost to the point of pain, the only thing stopping him getting to that point was the trepidation in her eyes when she opened them. Before she could give herself to him completely, Chloe would need reassurance. “You remember the safe word I gave you?”
“Yeah. Red.”
“We’d use the stoplight system again. Green if you’re okay, yellow if I’m pushing you and red if you want me to stop.” Chloe nodded. “Do you know what a Dominant is?”
“You?”
“And a submissive?”
“I’m guessing me.”
“Yeah, but there’s a bit more to each role than what you’ve seen so far. I like a bit of pain, sensual pain, not torture. I will tie you up and spank you, use whatever toys on you that I choose until you’re begging me to stop making you come, and I’ll fuck you, however and whenever I want. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock and you’ll love it when I let you. Until we get to know each other better, we’ll talk about what you’d like to try and until I learn all your tells, I’ll ask you what color you are. And you can always tell me what color you’re at too, even if I’ve directed you not to speak.”
“So, I just spread my legs whenever you’re horny?”
“It’s not quite as crude as that, but believe me, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Chloe grinned at him, before purring low in her throat when what Timmy said sunk in. Seeing her getting turned on was a killer distraction and he needed to have this conversation with her. Continuing, Timmy added, “We won’t always be together in scenes. We’ll still be an ordinary couple outside of the bedroom. I don’t want a slave. I don’t expect you to clean up after me or kneel at my feet. Well, one day I’d like to think you’d believe I’m worthy enough to be the master you’d kneel before when we’re in scene, but that will be your choice. While you’re learning, I’ll tell you what I expect from you. There’ll be incentives for you to meet my expectations.”
“And if I fail?”
“Depends on the circumstances. I don’t normally have any rules that I expect you to abide by, except that you’ll submit to me in the bedroom. Outside of that, I’ll simply be your boyfriend,” Timmy shrugged. Since Chloe was considering what he was saying, Timmy decided to push a bit further. “But in your case, I might add a couple of rules. I expect you to have your cell on you so you’re contactable, and when you’re not with me, you’ll take Mo with you...and if you pull a stunt like you did last weekend, I’ll cane your ass.”
“I’m sorry about last weekend.”
“If you can forgive me for the way I acted, we’ll call it even. Whaddya say?”
“Deal.” Chloe smiled, linking her fingers with his. “With everything. I’m in. I want to be with you. But I’ve got two, well three, questions.”
“Shoot.”
“What did you mean by ‘we won’t always be together in scenes?’ Are you planning on asking me to have sex with someone else? Because I’m… I’m not comfortable with that.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Timmy growled. “I’ll only go down this path with you if we’re exclusive. What I meant was that we’ll still have sex outside of scenes. It might be sex without any kink, sometimes we’ll go with the flow and other times, I’ll structure our scene more.” Timmy waited until Chloe nodded and smiled at him, before he asked her, “What’s your second question, pretty girl?”
“Will you make me bleed or scar me?”
“That’s called edge play and, no, I won’t do that. I won’t lie, I’ve done it before. But it wasn’t because I wanted or needed it. The submissive I was playing with did though. I didn’t enjoy it, didn’t get off on it so I won’t do it in a relationship. And from the way your shoulders just relaxed, I’m guessing you don’t want that either.”
“God no, I hate the sight of blood. I might pass out if you tried to cut me or something like that.”
“I will tattoo you though pretty girl. I want my art on your skin.”
“Absolutely.” She smiled.
“And the third question?”
“Are you going to teac
h me how to suck this glorious cock of yours yet?” At Chloe’s question and from the wiggle in her behind where she pressed against his semi-hard cock, Timmy’s erection came back in full force.
“That’s called topping from the bottom and it’s a no no. You did the same thing last weekend. No punishment this time, because you didn’t know any better, but next time will earn you a spanking.” Chloe stiffened against him and Timmy ran his hand down her side, calming her again. Sighing, he confessed, “You didn’t do anything wrong last weekend. You said that you were a woman and I wrongly assumed it meant you were experienced. I completely lost control, something I’ve never done before. I didn’t think about protection. I just needed to be inside you. When I realized it was your first time, I was so angry with myself for treating you that way. It shouldn’t have been the way your first time went down, you deserved so much better than that and I failed you. Yes, you topped from the bottom but you didn’t even know that what you were doing was a problem in my world. It was my fault for not staying in control and not protecting you from me.”
“Why are you like this? Dominant, I mean.”
Timmy hadn’t been asked that question in a long time. Some of his previous partners had asked but he’d never felt compelled to give them the full story. His replies were always superficial, but he couldn’t bring himself to do the same with Chloe even if he’d wanted to. “I grew up in a household where my parents were barely there. I was raised by a string of nannies. My father would keep them around until he got bored screwing them, or my mother found him with them. Then she’d fire them. My mom wasn’t a saint either though. She went through drivers as often as my father got us new nannies. The tabloids are saying their marriage is still strong, so it must be true. I think E! Entertainment said they had their 40th anniversary a couple of months ago.”
“You don’t know if your parents are still together? And E! Entertainment?”
“My parents are Carmen and Hugh D’Aristotle.”
“The Carmen and Hugh D’Aristotle? As in Hollywood royalty?”
“One and the same,” he sneered.
“You don’t get along with them?”
“I haven’t spoken to them since Beau died. They disowned him and didn’t even show up to his funeral. They disinherited me when I told them how he’d died.”
“Why? That’s crazy. Why would someone do that?”
“Apparently, it’s bad for publicity to have a gangbanging son. A second one who leads a questionable sex life, inks people for a living and led his younger brother astray would definitely dent their golden reputation.”
“Dumbasses,” Chloe muttered.
Grinning, Timmy kissed her and continued. “Growing up, I had ultimate control. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. No one told me how to live as long as I stayed off the front page. I had endless amounts of cash and nothing better to do than party it up. One night when I was seventeen, I went to a new club that had opened up. Everyone knew I was underage, but my last name got me into places I never should have been. I watched a guy fuck a chick on one of the sofas in the VIP area. He spanked her ass a few times in one of those bad 1990s-style porno moves and I was so turned on I had to go and jack off in the men’s room. Turns out it was the public part of a leather club. Those two members got kicked out and I overheard security talking about how ridiculous it was that they couldn’t even abide by the one rule set in the place – no fucking in the public part of the club. I was outraged that I hadn’t been invited out back. Me being the arrogant sonofabitch I was, demanded that I be given membership. My attitude quickly got me a meeting with Master Steven who had me over his knee giving me a spanking of my own after I gave him lip. You can imagine how it went down: a seventeen-year-old boy going on twenty-five facing off against a grown man dressed only in leather pants, boots and studded leather cuffs.”
“I can. You would have been all growly at him.” Chloe giggled.
Timmy shook his head, unable to stifle his grin. “I was fucking furious, threatening him with lawsuits and public shaming for both letting me in and the spanking. He laughed and told me that I wouldn’t do any of that if I wanted to be trained as a dominant. He saw something in me that I didn’t even know was a thing. He took me out back and walked me around the place. He knew I was underage too but chose to ignore it because apparently, I needed my head pulled outta my ass. Imagine that?” Timmy smirked and Chloe laughed again, playfully slapping him.
“I really like your ass without your head in it. So why Master Steven and not someone else if he’d treated you like that?”
“He didn’t treat me like royalty the same way that everyone else did. It was kinda nice being treated like a normal guy. He frowned on my behavior and told me to be there in a few nights time if I wanted to learn.”
“Did you go?”
“I lasted for half the training then got bored when I realized that Master Steven had no intention of setting me up with any easy girls. He’d trained me on certain aspects of submission and began basic lessons on domination with me. I thought I knew it all so I stopped going. I went out and did my own thing. I was lucky. I didn’t push any girls too far, didn’t hurt anyone. I’d made friends with one guy at the club and he used to give me tips on what new things he’d tried. We’d share stories of our latest conquests. Turns out that Master Steven was keeping an eye on me through my friend. He knew who I was picking up because I became a regular in the public club. Master Steven would have security alert him whenever I was there.”
“Why?”
“He’d check the security cameras or speak with the guys on the doors to find out who I was leaving with. He’d speak with the girls afterwards to make sure they were okay and hadn’t dropped.” Seeing Chloe’s blank expression, Timmy explained, “Sub drop is like coming down from a high. A submissive can suffer emotional and physical symptoms from the drop in their endorphin levels. Sometimes it feels like fatigue, other times just aches and pains. Worst case is depression and feeling lost and it can go on for days, so it’s really important for a dominant to care for their submissive.”
When Chloe nodded, wide-eyed, Timmy continued. “Master Steven knew I was experimenting. Apparently, the girl I’d picked up wasn’t a sub. Of course, I should have known that when she told me she didn’t want to try anything kinky, and the fact that she thought the place was just a nightclub should have clued me in too. But me being a know-it-all, I talked her into trying bondage. Turned out that she worked for one of the news networks. She threatened to expose the club, say that it was encouraging sexual abuse and non-consensual kink. It would have shut them down and landed me in jail. My parents paid out a ton of cash to make the lawsuit go away but they refused to do anything about the criminal charges she was threatening. Master Steven talked her and her father out of going to the police if I completed my training with him. I still don’t know how he managed to persuade them.”
“What did you do to her?”
“I cuffed her to the bed for a few hours thinking I’d ramp up her excitement. I was clueless. Actually, I was lucky. I didn’t hurt her physically but she was pretty freaked out. Apparently, her father was in the community too, so he recognized the signs and took care of her. And he didn’t freak when Master Steven suggested I finish my training. I took things seriously from then on and the rest is history.”
“So are you bi?”
“Why do you ask that?” Timmy asked, grinning at her.
“Because you said Master Steven trained you.”
“Sex wasn’t a part of my training at all. Master Steven is gay and I started off as a seventeen-year-old straight boy. He never would have taken advantage of his position. For me, learning about domination and submission was all about understanding a submissive’s needs and wants and how to read signals. We watched videos of scenes together, both good and bad ones and dissected them. I spoke to club Dominants and submissives to get their perspectives. That’s how I knew some of the girls at the clubs were subs. My training was
all about learning how to use the tools of my trade, both in the bedroom and at work.”
“What do you mean?”
“He taught me how to tattoo as well. When he did my first, I knew that’s what I wanted to do.”
“Do you and Master Steven still speak?”
“All the time. Neither of us play much in clubs anymore, but you never know where you’ll meet. So, about your training…” Timmy murmured, leaving the rest unsaid as he brushed his thumb over Chloe’s nipple.
“Wait. If you’re my master, do I have to call you something different?”
“Good girl.” He smiled. “You call me Timmy. We don’t need titles between us.”
“Show me how to make you happy. Please.” Chloe moaned as Timmy sucked on her neck and pinched her nipple.
“Pretty girl, you lying here in my arms makes me happy. You make me happy. You wanting to do this is icing. You’re the cake, not the sex. You’re the whole fucking buffet.” Chloe turned her head and Timmy kissed her hard, plucking her nipples and walking his fingers down her tummy to her mound. He slicked up his fingers from her core and unerringly found her clit. Rubbing it gently and alternating it with pinches, Timmy’s arousal fed off Chloe’s, his cock thickening and hardening again after their talk. Chloe’s legs parted more and Timmy took advantage, plunging his fingers into her core, his thumb continuing his stimulation of her clit. Timmy bit down on the pulse point on Chloe’s throat and her breath hitched.
“You love that, don’t you, that bite of pain as I finger fuck you. You want my cock, don’t you? You want to lick and suck me down to the back of your throat. You want my cum on your tongue, don’t you?”
“Aargh.” Chloe moaned as her pussy spasmed around his fingers.
“That’s it, Chlo. Let go, pretty girl. Come on my fingers so you can get your reward, so you can eat my cock.” Chloe whimpered and Timmy pressed down on her clit harder and pumped his fingers faster until she tensed in his arms. “Now, pretty girl. Come now,” Timmy ordered. Chloe shuddered and Timmy kissed her, capturing her loud cries as her pussy contracted and pulsed around his fingers.
