by Sam Crescent
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
They stayed together on the boulder until the sun went down and Dean drove her home later that night. She watched him disappear before walking into the house. The afternoon had been good for him to get the pain and misery off his chest. She hated to think of him hurting. No one deserved to go through the pain.
* * * *
“I’m never going to get this,” Peter yelled.
Laura sat in the picnic area. Young children played on the swings and other families sat at benches eating food.
“Yell any louder and they’ll call the cops to have you removed,” she told him and took another bite of her sandwich.
“I don’t understand it. It’s like it’s not sinking in,” He replied with a sigh and dropped his body down onto the grass. Laura moved her lunch out of the way for him to sit.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
“Do what?” she asked.
“Remember this crap. I mean, why do we have to do it in the first place?”
Laura laughed and then finished off her sandwich. “First off, you didn’t have to take history. In college you pick your own courses, remember? And second, how can you not get history? It’s not like an equation you have to learn or any crap like that. History is about fact and events taken place in the past. I don’t get why you don’t understand it,” she said.
Peter watched as she took her second sandwich out of the box and began eating it. Her lunch break wasn’t long and he'd taken it upon himself to accompany her on the break.
“I’m not a brainy person like you.”
“When the new semester starts, I suggest you change subjects,” she offered.
They ate their lunch in silence and walked the short distance back to the library. Laura left him to the back room while she went to sort through the books.
Peter watched her go. He wished he could find more of an excuse to be with her. History was the lamest of excuses he’d come up with. How could he tell her history was one of the classes he excelled in? Cursing his life, he opened the book he’d read several times and began reading through it once again.
With any other girl he’d be right in there and asking her for a date. With Laura it wasn’t simple. She was smart and beautiful and he knew she thought of him as an asshole. At closing time he waited outside for her.
“Can I walk you home?” he asked. Every other time she declined his offer.
“Yes.”
His heart jumped with joy. Maybe there was hope for him yet. Together they walked through the small town.
“Can I ask why you accepted?” His curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“I usually have another date somewhere and tonight I’m free," she responded. "I’ve nowhere else I need to be.”
Peter wondered where she usually went, but thought better of asking. He didn’t want to upset her while he was ahead.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked.
“I’m good, thanks. I want to get home.”
“Why haven’t you got your own place?” The moment he’d turned eighteen he’d been out of his parents place. He didn’t want them pressuring him to be just like them.
“I don’t know.”
They came to a stop outside her house.
“This is me,” she said. Laura gave him a smile and walked up the small steps.
“I’ll see you at the library,” he called up after her.
She turned and smiled at him. “Bright and early.”
Peter waited until she went inside before going home. He lived above one of the shops in town. The rent was cheap considering the apartment was in the best of shape.
He opened a beer and sat in his chair. He didn't think Laura saw him as a potential boyfriend and this stalking would have to come to an end. He couldn’t keep watching her from afar either. Shaking his head, he thought he sounded like a creep even to himself, let alone what Laura might think. He’d ask her out soon. Maybe.
Chapter Eight
Over the next few days Laura shared the mornings between working at the library and helping Peter and her nights with Dean, but nothing sinister or sexual. She cooked him dinner and he’d read through her work or they'd watch a movie. He’d finally given her the grand tour of his house on one of the nights. They talked about work and while she wrote on the computer in his study, he either hovered over her or wrote some himself.
“Come on. When are you going to tell me about your writing?” she asked one night as she packed away her folder. In the past few weeks alone, he’d taught her so much already and even she’d seen an improvement in her writing.
“Funny you should mention that. I was about to give you a copy of one of my books,” he said.
Laura paused and glanced up at him. “Are you joking?”
“Nope, I think you can handle them. That is, if you still want to read them?”
“Are you insane? Of course I do.”
She watched him walk over to one of his shelves. His fingers began playing along the spines of the many books. Her excitement grew. He pulled out one of the thickest books and moved over to her.
“This is the first book I ever wrote,” he told her and handed the title to her.
“Surrendering to Her Master,” she read the name out loud.
“Wait, how old are you again?” he asked, gripping the book.
Laura wouldn’t let go.
“I’m twenty years old and stop being a tease,” she said. Laura couldn’t believe she was holding one of his titles.
“This is what started your writing?” she asked.
“The first of many titles to come.”
“This is amazing,” she said.
“Good, because some of this stuff is meant for women and I’m trusting you with it,” he warned her.
“Is it dirty?” She asked and chuckled when she saw him staring at her. The cover showed a woman bound into full submission.
“Read it and don’t blame me,” he answered.
“I’d better hide it. My mum’s a bit of a prude,” she admitted.
Dean drove her home that night. She felt as if his book was burning a hole through her bag. She waved good-bye when he dropped her off, then grabbed her supper out of the fridge and walked upstairs.
Laura got ready for bed and settled down for the evening, eating her dinner and opening up the book. She saw that his dedication was to his wife. Laura pierced a tomato and began reading. From the first page on she couldn’t put it down. Dean’s writing was powerful and mesmerizing. She could see the characters clear in her mind. The heroine had brown hair and brown eyes with a full figure. As she read the words she pictured herself as the female and Dean as the master. She gasped and glanced at her vanity mirror. Her cheeks were red from the flush. The sex scene she’d just read was more intense than anything she’d ever imagined, let alone experiencing. Laura reread the chapter.
“You need to serve me, Lisa,” Dominic told her. Lisa knelt on the cool floor. Her pussy wept with desire. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her tits rose and fell with each indrawn breath.
“I only ever want to serve you, Master.”
“That’s a good girl. You disobeyed me today. When you agreed to be mine you promised I’d share every release you wanted. Today you climaxed without my help. What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. The sweet release had been a joy for her to behold. Never before had she climaxed by her own hand. She'd always had to endure the need of pain or force. This time she’d chosen to climax and she’d brought herself to release.
“I want you to understand, Lisa. I’m not punishing you because you found release. I’m very proud you have managed after all this time to find fulfilment by no other means than your hand.”
Lisa felt a wave of pleasure coarse through her from his words.
“I’m going to punish you because I wanted to be th
ere to watch as you brought yourself sexual gratification by your own hands. You didn’t let me watch your freedom, Lisa, and now you’ll have to pay the price.”
Far from being scared, Lisa anticipated the punishment. In her mind she’d reached a beautiful release and knew she would be able to do it again and again. Any punishment she met would be well-deserved. She’d both pleased and disappointed her Master.
“I’m going to give you ten lashings with my belt. You’re not to come. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good. Get on the bed and on your knees.”
Lisa kept her gaze firmly on the ground as she moved to the bed. She climbed to the center and kept her ass up and her head down.
She heard him unbuckle his belt with the faintest sound of the tinkle of metal. Her excitement increased. The cream of her pussy began leaking out and spreading over the tops of her thighs. This day had become a victory of huge proportions. The bed dipped and moments later his hands ran over the curve of her ass.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said. His fingers ran through her dripping slit and passed over her cunt to press the tips against her puckered anus. “I think you’ll be ready for me to fuck this ass soon.”
She moaned. The thought of him taking her up the ass turned her on more than she’d have liked.
“I want you to count for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
The leather of the belt came down striking her left ass cheek. She cried out.
“One.”
“One, what?”
“One, Master.”
He struck her again and again until the punishment was complete.
“I’m going to treat you now. I want to feel your cunt ripple as you come and you won’t refuse me.”
Master gripped her hips and turned her onto her back. Lisa stared up at the man who owned her heart. He’d given her so much in the short time they’d been together. The trust she felt with him she could never experience with another person.
He forced her to watch as his naked cock slid between her pussy lips, her cream flooding and coating his thick member.
Lisa held on as he penetrated her body, her heart and soul. Her entire being was surrounded by the man above her and in her arms.
Laura closed the book. Her heart pounding and her pussy wet and dripping. Did Dean crave submission? She didn’t have a clue and she wouldn’t judge him. Just because he wrote about it didn’t mean he was into it.
She took her empty plate downstairs and thought about getting her own place. When she got an apartment of her own, she wouldn’t be forced to hide her books. She’d be free to come and go as she chose.
The book lay under her covers and she read into the early hours of the morning. The book was addictive. As she lay in bed, she touched herself, just a tentative touch. She’d played with herself many times, but this time felt different, as if she was seeking something more than a release. After a time she stopped. She couldn’t find what she was searching for.
Only time would give her the answer.
* * * *
Dean smiled as he recalled Laura’s dirty look. She hated being treated like a child. She wasn’t one and he knew it, but he couldn’t help but tease her over her age. He wondered if she was enjoying his book, the first story he’d written and the one where he’d begun to explore the BDSM elements. Carla hadn’t been interested in rough sex. She liked long, slow love-making.
Would Laura see him differently? Would she think, like other readers, that he was into all that stuff? He would like to explore certain aspects of the lifestyle, more out of curiosity than a need to live to a strict rule.
He closed his computer and walked up to his bedroom. Laura had become a very important part of his life in the last few weeks. Since he’d opened up to her about the death of his wife and child he’d felt a deeper connection. Laura hadn’t experienced loss, but she understood pain. She didn’t expect anything from him and for that he was thankful. He cared about Laura and he found her attractive. Every time he thought about her, he tried to remember the fact he was twenty years older than she. She was young and had her whole life ahead of her. She didn’t need a man like him in her life. By the time she turned forty, he would be sixty years old. No, he wouldn’t try to argue his point. Laura Cox was a wonderful woman who would one day make a man proud to call her his wife. Even though it would hurt like hell when that day came, he wouldn’t stop her.
He grabbed the story he’d been working on. He was stuck on how to finish it. He didn’t want to tell her he’d spent some days working twenty-four hours straight to complete his story. It wasn’t a full-length novel, but the start of something much bigger. He couldn’t think of the names to call his lead characters and the title eluded him also. The story had started to mean so much more to him, as if the story was his own personal journey. He settled down and started reading the story from the beginning. The deadline was fast approaching and he didn’t have much time.
Chapter Nine
Dear Diary,
I think I’m a submissive. Dean gave me this book the other night and I’ve never been so turned on before in my life. Surrendering to her Master is the title. The story is about a woman, Lisa, who has a less than desirable past. She was forced into selling her body for money. One night when she’s about to end her life a man comes to her. He forces her to call him Master. Nothing else. He takes her to his mansion and brings her back to life. He shows her that no matter how hard her life has been, someone could still love her for who she was.
The Master is in love with her. Lisa can’t reach climax and the time they spend together is about Lisa accepting who she is as a woman and learning to not only love the opposite sex, but to also love herself.
I felt as if the book was speaking to me on a deeper level. The things the Master did to her, I want Dean to be the man to take control, to order me to submit to his love-making. Does this make me a little strange? I don’t know. I’m not repulsed by the idea. I’m more intrigued. How would it feel to have his hand slap across my ass? To punish me for being naughty? The endless list of possibilities has filled me with so much temptation.
Sometimes I find myself staring at him and wondering what he’d do if he knew how I felt about him. Would he be repulsed by my bland features and large size? When I think of him, I forget about the world I live in. My parents don’t matter and the position at the library doesn’t matter. Helping Peter doesn’t matter. Dean can make me forget everything else. It's just he and I.
There are times I see the sadness in his face and know in my heart he misses his wife. No way would I ever be able to replace her. By reading more of his work I understand the value she’d been in his life. I could never be like her.
* * * *
Dean was in his study on the phone as Laura glanced through his collection of music trying to find something of interest. She heard the phone go down and she checked to make sure he’d finished the call before putting some music on. A selection made, she adjusted the stereo so she could feel the sounds rolling through her. After working at the library and being hunched over the computer for the last hour, she was ready for some movement and her mind was working a hundred miles per minute. The relaxation of dancing would bring her back to neutral. The first sounds spilled from the speakers and she loved the tune instantly. It had a real beat where she could throw her head around and dance to her heart's content.
In no time at all, Dean had found her.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dean called over the loud music.
“I’m working out the tension. I need music. This helps me to clear my head, gets rid of all those bad vibes and have some fun,” she said as her arms swung up in the air and her hips swayed from side to side.
“This isn’t music. It’s an awful noise,” he replied and covered his ears.
Laura burst out laughing. “It can’t be that awful. It’s from your collection.” She moved over to the stereo and turned the vol
ume up.
“Besides, you need to relax and calm down. Come and dance with me,” she said as she went back to the center of the sitting room. She’d moved the coffee table out of the way and made sure there was plenty of room.
Dean refused and made to walk away. She wasn’t letting him get away that easily. Laura grabbed him before he could leave and tugged him into the center of the room.
“Come on. Let go,” she said and holding his hands, began moving to a beat.
His hands were lax in her grip and she refused to let him go. Dean needed to have fun. He spent far too much time feeling guilty. She understood why he hurt and she couldn’t imagine going through the pain and heartache. The only way for him to move on was to accept what had happened and to understand he had no control over the situation. A few more minutes and she wouldn’t give up.
Dean gripped her hands and together they danced. The music was loud enough to cut off all thought and they simply immersed themselves in the fun of the moment. He twirled Laura and wrapped his arms around her before spinning her out and bringing her back into the curve of his body. She laughed and followed his lead. Dean was a wonderful dancer.
The music drew to a close and they tripped. Dean fell on top of her on the sofa. Laura couldn’t stop laughing as she gasped for breath. He’d winded her, but she liked the feel of him against her. He was laughing as well and she’d give anything to hear his deep throaty laugh.
