by Liz Andrews
“I know you have questions.”
She took a bite of strawberry and nodded. “The thing is, I have so many questions, I don’t know where to begin.”
He wanted to ask her some questions as well, but he knew those could wait until trust was built between them. Something that wouldn’t happen overnight. Still, he didn’t have much time either. He needed to work quickly to prove to her the rightness of their being together.
“Start with the question that you want the answer to the most.”
“Why did you send me to bed last night? After I told you my decision, I mean.”
He suppressed the smile, knowing she wouldn’t take it well. Instead he tried to be as honest as he could without disturbing the delicate balance between them. “It was late, and you’d just made a thought-provoking decision. I knew that in the morning we’d both have rested and could talk.”
“Okay, I guess I understand that. So what’s next?”
“I think we need to discuss the rules.”
“Rules?”
“Yes. There are certain things I want when we’re together. Rules I expect you to follow.”
He watched with interest as her expression turned mulish. “Such as?”
“When we eat together, I want you to be completely nude.”
She blinked. “Even when other people are around?”
“No, just when we’re alone. But I don’t want to have to remind you either. If we’re eating, you should be naked.”
She took a deep breath, licked her lips, and then pushed back her chair. With a slow deliberateness, she began to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, exposing her honey-toned skin to his gaze. When it was completely unbuttoned, she shrugged it off, laid it on the chair, and began to sit back down. He was impressed that she didn’t try to cover herself, but he still had an issue to deal with.
“Uh-uh. I want your bare ass on the chair.”
With her nude, he could see the flush cover her whole body as she moved the shirt and then sat down. “What else?” Her question was husky, and he wondered if she was wet, turned on by the domination. He’d find out soon enough.
“I’ll let you know as we go along. Some rules will be for just a certain period of time. But others will be rules I expect to be followed the entire time we’re together. I don’t expect I will have to tell you twice. If I do, there will be punishment. I also don’t expect to be questioned.” He held up his hand as she opened her mouth. “No, I’m not saying you can’t ask questions. What I’m saying is I don’t want you to ask me why I want you to do a certain thing. The answer will always be the same. Because it’s what I want.”
“What if it’s not what I want?”
“That leads to our next issue. You need to let me know what your hard limits are. Things that, no matter what, you will never ever do. I will never violate your hard limits. On the other hand, there are things you might think now are limits, but you may find are not. So you need to list those separately. These are the things I’ll test you on.”
He could see the distress on her face. “But if I don’t know, how can I make that decision?”
“You are what I like to think of as a natural submissive. You want to obey, even if sometimes you’re not really sure why. Doing the things I require of you is what will make you happy. So you need to be thoughtful in deciding what is truly a hard limit. That’s not to say you can’t change your mind. But it’s going to be something we discuss.”
“This isn’t how I thought things were going to be.”
“I know. You thought I was going to bend you over the table perhaps and fuck you silly. Kind of like the night of the Christmas party. You could get off a little if I pulled your hair and spanked your ass. And you’d be able to pretend it was all about the sex. But that’s not what this is going to be.”
She opened her mouth, closed it, and then swallowed hard. “You think you know a lot about me. But what if you’re mistaken?”
“Then you can prove me wrong. Look, what this is, what I am, it’s all about Domination and submission. I want to discover what pleases you, and hopefully you’ll learn the things I like as well. But it’s more than just sex games. We can build something, if you’re willing.” He didn’t want to push too much, but he couldn’t help giving her a hint of what he eventually was looking to achieve.
Indecision warred on her face. “So there will be no sex involved.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Oh no, there will be sex. But there will be so much more.”
“Like what?”
“Scoot your chair back.” She shifted her eyes for a moment, and he wondered if she would begin questioning him already, even after his warning. But she pushed back her chair. “Good girl. Now spread your thighs and hook your feet around the legs of the chair.”
As she followed his directions, Victor could see the evidence of her desire glistening on the trimmed hairs of her pussy. “I want you to show me how you like to touch yourself. But no coming.”
As wet as she was, he thought for sure she’d press her hand between her legs. Instead she surprised him by running her hands over her face, along her neck, and then down her arms. It was as if she was learning the feel of herself. And was amazingly erotic.
Eyes closed, she cupped her breasts, tracing the dark areolae. Her nipples were hard little diamond points, and he so badly wanted to taste them. But if he was going to make her delay her gratification, he could make some sacrifices as well.
“Tell me what you like.” Her eyelids flew open when he spoke, and her hands froze on her breasts. “Don’t stop. Just talk to me at the same time.”
“Um, I’m very tactile. I like the feel of my skin beneath my fingertips.” Her voice was breathy as she spoke, betraying the extent of her arousal. “I especially like to touch my nipples.”
“How?”
“Squeeze them, pull them. Sometimes I run my nails over them.”
“You like the pain.”
She didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes, I do.”
“Show me.”
She grasped her hard little nubs, twisting and pulling at them. Her hips shifted at the rough caresses. He was sure she was coating the chair at this point with her juices.
“Stop.” Tanya gasped at his harsh command and froze in place. He noticed she didn’t release her nipples, although she was no longer manipulating them. “Tell me how you feel.”
“Frustrated.”
“But this is what I want. What if I told you I wanted you to get dressed right now?”
“I…I’d be disappointed.”
“Yes, but you’d do as I say, correct?”
She nodded her head with a jerk.
“No, say it.”
“Yes, I’d do as you say.”
“Good girl. Release your nipples.”
She did as he said, but seemed to deflate before him as if she was sure he was going to go through with his hypothetical scenario. But his goal wasn’t to do what she expected. Just the opposite in fact.
He handed her a bunch of grapes, and she took them from him, a frown furrowing her brow. “I want you to take these and one by one put them in your pussy, counting them for me.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I told you I would not be questioned. Now do it.” He didn’t mention the fact she was going to suffer a punishment later for her little act of rebellion.
Tanya did her best to still her trembling fingers as she plucked the first grape from the bunch. Although shocked by Victor’s request, she couldn’t deny the reactions of her body. She was turned on as well. Knowing he was watching her every move was titillating, but the bigger motivation was doing what he wanted. He’d proved his point in a way no words ever would. She was only now beginning to realize how much she wanted to please him.
With the grape in hand, she scooted her bottom forward on the chair and slid it along her pussy lips. “One,” she counted as she pressed the fruit inside. It was an odd sensation going in but was
otherwise negligible. Of course, she had only started.
“Good girl, keep going.” He’d pushed his chair away from the table and moved it closer to hers until they were almost side by side.
She couldn’t suppress the conflicting emotions she felt at his praise. When did the words “good girl” become something she craved to hear? This wasn’t like her at all. She didn’t need someone else to validate her. But she loved hearing he was proud of her. It was all so confusing.
“Two, three.” Two more grapes joined the first, quickly followed by two more. “Four, five.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Six.” She was starting to feel the fullness of the fruit inside her. He’d told her not to stop, but how long did he plan to put her to the test?
“Worried?”
Tanya lifted her gaze to his and blinked. She’d been so intent on her task, she had blocked out everything except his voice. “Why do you ask?”
“First of all, I don’t expect my questions to be answered with another question. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Second, I can read the concern all over your face. You’re worried about the situation at hand. But you need to remember something. You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She swallowed hard, knowing this discussion was its own test. “You’re asking me to trust you.”
“Yes, I am. This is a simple exercise. We need to build trust between us, and you need to know you can have confidence in me.”
“Trust is hard for me. I can’t…don’t want to get disappointed.”
“One of these days you’ll explain to me why it’s so hard.” Tanya stiffened, but Victor reached out to stroke her hair, and she found herself unerringly melting into his caress. “Don’t worry, I won’t push you. Not yet.”
Tanya knew she ought to call a halt to this farce right now. Admit she couldn’t be the submissive he thought she was. But still she hesitated. This was only for a week, not the rest of their lives. She might not be able to hold on to Victor in the long term, but she could enjoy their time together while it lasted. And selfish as it might seem, she wasn’t willing to give that up just yet.
Plucking another grape from the vine, she pressed it inside. “Seven.”
“Hmm, I bet you’re starting to feel those, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see how much. Start playing with your clit.”
Tanya reached between her legs and, with her middle finger, started to rub back and forth over the sensitive bud. She was extremely aware of him watching her every movement. Although his voice had been commanding and seemingly cold, his gaze blazed forth, almost scorching her with the intensity. Her gaze moved lower, and she could see the evidence of his arousal pressing against the material of his pants. Yet he hadn’t made a move to touch himself.
She, on the other hand, was circling the little bundle of nerves. This was a very fine line she was riding, because she knew this much attention to her clit would soon put her over the edge. And he’d been explicit that she was not allowed to come.
Everything was becoming overwhelming. As if her masturbating wasn’t enough, the fullness in her pussy had her muscles throbbing. Although she had wanted to keep watching him, the sensations were too much. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed as she homed in on the feelings radiating from her tender clit. A ragged moan escaped her, and she could feel her thighs start to tense. She was so close.
“Victor, I need to come, please…” Her hand kept moving as she begged, certain he wouldn’t deny her. She was wrong, however.
“No, I said no coming and I meant it. If you can’t continue without coming, you need to ask for what you need.”
Bitter frustration filled her. What she needed was to climax, but he was denying her that option. “May I stop?” It galled her to ask when she knew a few hard strokes would put her over the edge.
“Yes, you may.”
Tanya pulled her hand away from between her legs and lay half sprawled in the chair, eyes still closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal. The grapes she’d inserted felt twice as large as they had going in. Her swollen pussy was tender to the touch. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.
“Good. I want you to come over here and suck me. And you better be sure not to let even one grape fall.”
The words “are you kidding” once again hovered on her lips, but she pushed them away. She opened her eyes and turned toward him. He stood and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down so they pooled at his feet. His erection was long and hard, jutting away from his body. The tip was glistening with precum, and she licked her lips in sudden anticipation. The prize of being allowed to suck his cock had her salivating. She really was becoming a little bitch in heat.
So much so that she wasn’t willing to sit lollygagging any longer. She braced one hand on the table and one on the side of the chair and pushed herself into a standing position. The entire time she was hyperaware of the grapes nestled in her pussy. Victor said nothing, just stood and stared at her.
Tanya gingerly took one step forward, praying she could complete the task of keeping the grapes held within her. Because more than anything right now, she wanted to please him. To make him proud of her.
With one more tentative step, she stood in front of him. Squeezing her muscles tight, she slowly lowered herself onto her knees. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, her thumb sliding across the slit and spreading the precum all over the bulbous knob.
She leaned forward and licked the crown of Victor’s cock, tasting him for the first time. He was hard steel covered in satiny smoothness, with a slightly salty taste. Humming in appreciation, she had to suppress a smile when he gave an accompanying moan as well. She sucked the head of his cock inside, gently swirling her tongue all around. At the same time, she reached up to massage his balls, rolling them around in her hand. His cock jerked in response to her dual ministrations.
“Mmm, very nice. But I told you to suck me.”
With her gaze raised to watch his face, she released her hold on his balls and slowly opened her mouth wide, engulfing his cock. Pressing her tongue to the underside of his shaft, she took him inch by inch into her throat. His previous moan turned to a groan of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Victor’s voice was raspy with desire. “My sweet little bitch. Take me, all the way down your throat.”
He held her head tight in his hands as he pumped his hips forward. At first she started to panic at the sudden thrust, but then she forced herself to relax and take him all in. She loved the feel of his strong, firm hands holding her in place. All his platitudes about cherishing her and making her his suddenly were believable as he pulled her closer.
“Oh God, what a good little cocksucker you are.”
Her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to pull him in even deeper, wanting to give him all the pleasure possible. She sucked him as fully as she could, until she was struggling to breathe. Just as she worried she would embarrass herself and have to pull away, he released his tight hold on her head and pulled back until his cock slid out across her lips before he pushed in again.
This time he didn’t go quite as deep, but he began thrusting harder and faster. She could hear his increased breathing as he fucked her face, his large, warm hands cradling her head. He was getting close, and although she usually hated to swallow, she suddenly craved his seed.
She felt him tense; his hands gripped her hair hard and pulled to the point of pain. His cock jerked, and she began to swallow as he shot down her throat. He pulled back until just the crown was in her mouth, and she sucked hard, milking the cum from the tip. Finally he released her head and stepped back. She whimpered at the loss of him.
She tried to stand but felt as if she was going to fall over. Taking her hands in his, Victor pulled her to her feet. “Good girl. Now you get your reward.” Pushing her back until her butt made contact
with the table, he lifted her until she was seated, and then gently pressed until she was lying on her back. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
Without hesitation, she spread her legs wide and felt as he stroked his finger along her pussy lips. She’d done just as he asked and held the grapes within her, but now he was finally going to remove them. He worked a finger inside her, and she could feel him fish one of the grapes free.
“One.” She chuckled as he counted the first grape, but gasped in astonishment as he popped the fruit into her mouth. Never having tasted herself, she was surprised. The flavor wasn’t good or bad, just different. Of course, the first time was a shocker, since she hadn’t expected it.
“Two.” She figured he’d feed her the second grape as well, but brought it to his own lips instead. He took a bite, and she watched as he chewed, seeming to savor the taste. “Hmm, very nice, don’t you agree?”
Unsure of what to say, she just nodded her head with a jerk.
Each subsequent grape was found and alternately fed to her or him until there was only one grape left. Instead of giving it to her, Victor held the fruit in his teeth and leaned down to share it with her. His lips covered hers as they consumed the final grape. When he broke away, he grabbed her hands and pulled her upright. She was sure he was now going to fuck her, but once again she was disappointed.
“Time for you to get cleaned up. Go take a shower. I’ve contacted the shop downstairs, and they’re going to send up something for you to wear home.”
She was frozen, her sexual frustration palpable. She wanted to beg him to change his mind. But she knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t. Instead she nodded her head and, on rubbery, unsteady legs, strode as dignified as possible into the bedroom and then directly into the bathroom. Once there, she turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. Then and only then did she break down and cry, her emotions completely taking over. This was what she’d agreed to, but she was beginning to have doubts.
