“So, I see you are wearing the cuffs. Good. That is ideal for what I have planned today.”
Finally turning his head he saw that Olivia was walking away toward the corridor to the play rooms.
“What she’s got planned today”? Does that mean she is going to restrain me some way?
“Trev…”
He surged to his feet before she completed his full name, glaring at her. She beckoned condescendingly. Slamming his glass down on the counter, he followed her into the corridor ignoring the knowing glances of fellow Doms, like Warren as he spoke to his sub, who happened to be Marilyn, and nodded in his direction. The little shit! Well, he usually had Trey’s cast-offs, so he wasn’t worried about him.
As Olivia walked ahead of him Trey forgot Warren. This was an ideal position to view Olivia’s backside. And a luscious one it was, too. He had never noticed before how rounded, yet firm, it was, wiggling beneath the tight black satin pants she wore. For a middle-aged woman she was certainly in shape. His eyes wandered down her long, long legs to her ankles in the strappy black heels she was wearing.
The sound of a throat clearing caught his attention, and he looked up. She had turned and was standing at the end of the corridor. “Like what you see?”
He sauntered forward. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
She reached out and pulled his shirt to bring his face closer to hers. Trey was surprised by her strength. “Listen up then. Take your look, ‘cos that’s the only way you get any part of me.”
Raising an eyebrow he made an exaggerated sigh. “Really? I get the feeling you wouldn’t mind a fuck.” He actually made that up, so he was rather stunned when she flushed and stepped back from him.
“Get in.”
Trey paused for a second, still taking in her unexpected reaction to his teasing words, before entering the room. Then the last few moments went straight out of his head when he saw the St. Andrew’s Cross on the far side of the room, and he cursed inwardly.
Her voice sounded in his ear. “You’ve had a taste of stripping and being inspected. Now you need to know what it is like to be flogged, but you only need to remove your shirt.”
He stepped away. “No way!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not restraining you.”
As he gestured at the BDSM furniture, her laughter rang out across the room. He gritted his teeth, angry with her.
“You will hold onto the bars of the Cross. You are tall enough to reach them, I think. And you will keep your hands there without the use of any restraints. This is part of your lesson in control.”
Trey frowned, not sure where she was going with this. Was this about bondage or flogging?
Olivia sighed. “Maybe I should have said ‘a lesson in trust’. A sub might have to place their trust in their Dom, but equally there are times the Dom trusts the sub. This is one of them. Show me I can trust you to do as I say.”
Knowing this was going to be difficult, he groaned. In fact, it was downright Machiavellian!
He sauntered very casually over to the Cross pretending he didn’t care, dropping his shirt carelessly to the floor as he went. This was for his benefit as much as hers. It went against the grain to act as a sub. She might trust him to keep his wrists on the diagonal bars of the equipment, but he wasn’t sure he could comply as he still wasn’t certain of her intentions once he was there.
"Legs apart." Olivia's demand was irritating. Actually, if he was truthful her command wasn’t as unnerving as the fact that by facing toward the Cross he felt vulnerable. He hadn't had this feeling for a long time. His stomach churned, and he had to grip the bars tightly to stop his natural urge to turn and face his adversary.
Trying to glance at what she was doing over his shoulder didn’t work either.
“Face the Cross, Trey.”
He was about to turn away and say “fuck it” and walk out, but Olivia was clearly aware of his intention. Before he had a chance to move she said, “Don’t do it, Trey. Do you want to fail?”
Dammit! How does she know me so well?
“All right, but get on with it!” He turned back and focused on listening to the sounds behind him. After a long moment when she obviously waited to see if he would stay put, he heard her walk to the cupboard, he guessed, where the equipment was stored. Each room had a supply of implements from impact tools to restraints to items for cleaning up afterwards. He wondered what she would use, straining hard to listen for any sounds that might give a clue, like the jingle of chains if she were to use restraints or a flap of flogger tails.
Nothing.
Then the click of her heels, unnaturally loud as she walked across the wooden floor toward him. Trey's heart beat quicker.
Stop it, you idiot. You are not afraid of anything she can do. She may be a strong woman but...
That thought was left unsaid as he heard a sound he was used to, that of a flogger being swung. Part of him relished the sound—the part of him that was a Dom. Only he wasn't being one now.
A whoosh of air preceded the tails of the instrument hitting his jeans-clad backside. He instinctively braced himself, and another part of him wondered if all subs listened for similar sounds.
The impact hardly registered. Instead it seemed to smooth over the side of his hip. He frowned. When a second hit to his other side was more of a swipe, like a brushstroke, he relaxed. Was Olivia afraid of him, of his reaction? The third was the same.
“God, Livvy. That is absolutely pathetic. Call yourself a Domme?” He sniggered sarcastically at her attempts.
His mocking laughter turned into a gurgle as he felt something soft flutter over his back, tickling him.
“What’s that?”
“Hmm. Don’t you know what I am doing?” He twisted his head around, remembering at the last minute to keep his hands where they were. All he could feel was a very light sensation across his body, up to his shoulders, back down the middle of his back.
“Ahhhh.” He squirmed away from her.
Olivia giggled. “Never thought you were the wriggling kind, Trey.”
She took pity on him and brought the item up his side. He could now see it was the flogger. He had thought it was a feather and frowned not realizing before now that something so lethal could be so soft.
“You think I wasn’t being forceful enough, but I don’t think you see the sensual potential in using a flogger. You just think it is something to use as hard as possible.”
He responded immediately, prickled by her assertion, but knowing inwardly that she spoke the truth. “Not so!”
Olivia’s response was harsh, and he winced. “You could never use an instrument like this without wanting to hit. As your hand gripped the handle you would tense and lash out.”
That needled him. “I’ll take that challenge.”
Watching out of the corner of his eye he saw her step back studying him intently as if trying to decide how serious he was. And he truly was. He knew deep in his heart she was right, and he had to prove she wasn’t—to himself, if no-one else.
She contemplated this for a few moments, then made a decision. “Very well, you get dressed and I’ll call for a sub, so you can show me.”
“No.” His firm answer arrested her in the motion of moving away from him to place the flogger on the table.
“Changed your mind? Can’t do it after all?” Her face was full of sarcasm.
He turned to lean back against the Cross. “I meant no to the sub. I challenge you to be the one on the receiving end.”
She was astonished at this suggestion. Her mouth opened, but then she closed it quickly, her teeth snapping shut. “You have to be kidding.”
“But Livvy, excuse me, Mistress Olivia, how will you know I have been gentle?” He grinned, knowing he had her.
Crossing her arms she tried to work out his purpose. “I can simply ask the sub.”
Trey sensed her indecision and pushed his advantage. “Yes, but being a submissive they may just agree to avoid getting lashed harder o
r to get your approval. Try it yourself. Go on. Be brave.”
The hesitation was obvious in her body language, and that was somewhat surprising. He expected her to walk off in a huff at his suggestion or go back to what she had been doing with the flogger before.
“All right. But we do it on my terms.”
He smirked. I win that one! “And they are?”
Olivia had turned away, so he couldn’t see her expression, but her voice sounded firm. “I wear the self-releasing cuffs.”
Trey nodded. That made sense since this was about him losing control and no one trusting him, Olivia included.
But she hadn’t finished. “Also I remain fully clothed.”
With this demand he raised his eyebrows and silently called her a coward.
“And you are limited to five strokes.”
“Oh, come on, Livvy!” Olivia was not looking in his direction. He had to push her harder and said, “Twenty strokes.” He knew perfectly well she would balk.
Her chin came up swiftly. “Ten!”
“Done.” His smile was one of satisfaction.
Olivia stared at him, clearly wondering if she had been duped into this, but stuck by her word and retrieved the self-releasing cuffs from the cupboard, placing them on her wrists. These had a catch at the side which enabled the wearer to pull open if necessary allowing them to get out in an instant.
Attaching herself to the ring on one side of the Cross, and then the other, without waiting for him she then stood ready. “So. Prove yourself. Show me you won’t hit Marilyn, or any other sub, like that again.”
Having dressed again and back in his clothes he felt in control once more, particularly with Olivia restrained. He picked up the flogger she had discarded, almost sighing at the feel of it in his hand, not conscious before how much he missed it. Gripping the handle tightly, he suddenly had a violent urge, wanting to lash out.
Trey nearly dropped the implement. He was stunned by his reaction. Had he turned out like his mother after all? He had originally gotten into BDSM as a way of gaining confidence and finding his own strength. Being able to dominate another person, particularly women, was his revenge. Swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat, he loosened his tight muscles and relaxed his hold on the flogger, twirling his wrist loosely, letting the straps flap around, as he reminded himself that the subs he picked were those who wanted to be hit.
“Are you getting on with it?”
Smiling at the impatient tone in Olivia’s voice, he went up to her. “Tut tut, my love. An attitude like that deserves a punishment, don’t you think?”
“Treyyyy!” She was warning him, but he was enjoying this too much.
That realization suddenly hit him in the solar plexus, and he felt winded. This was the first time in a long while that he had enjoyed playing a scene with a sub, even if Livvy wasn’t a sub.
“What is it? What’s wrong? I’m releasing myself.” Her head was twisted around trying to see him.
He quickly straightened. “Stay right where you are. I just need you to tell me your safe word.” He needed her to know he remembered the basic rules.
She answered straight away. “Windmill.”
Trey was bemused. It seemed to him she already had a safe word. “Why windmill?”
Olivia shrugged. “I had good sex in one once.”
He chuckled until she settled, and then calmed as he raised the implement. He was back in his element. But he didn’t swipe at her as she was probably expecting judging by the way she tightened her butt. He could have told her to stop tensing, but instead he let the straps run up her left thigh and was amused when she lifted her knee to avoid it. He knew it would tickle, just like she’d done to him. As her legs hadn’t been restrained, Trey had a surefire method to stop her evading him, and he swiftly pulled back the flogger and lashed her right thigh forcing her to lower the first leg.
It wasn’t as hard as he was used to doing, but it was enough to make her squeal and squirm away.
“Now, now. A Domme of your standing should know better. Stay still with both feet on the ground. Or did you want to say your safe word?” He wasn’t worried about that. Olivia would be the first person to cry it.
“No.”
“Good.” He patted her butt with the handle using it as a rod or paddle and enjoyed the light thwack. Trey thought he heard a sound from Olivia, but he wasn’t sure what. As an experiment he nudged the end of the handle between her thighs pressing upward until she rose onto the toes of her heels. Hearing a faint moan, he raised an eyebrow. Stepping back in astonishment he considered the pert buttocks in front of him and lifted the flogger slashing at her, left then right. Left, then right.
Pausing for a moment he let her relax and waited to see if she would say anything as he hadn’t been particularly soft that time.
She was quiet and appeared to be waiting for him to continue. He couldn’t work out this side of Olivia. She came over all strong and dominant, and then as soon as she was restrained she seemed to turn to mush.
About to continue to the left again, a sudden notion made him swipe upward between her thighs, feeling the ends hit her pussy.
Olivia let out an, “Eek.” He frowned. Was that good or bad? Suddenly he was questioning his ability. But when was the last time he cared whether his sub was experiencing enjoyment, even if Olivia wasn’t a sub?
Her subsequent quick, panting breaths told him she had liked it. At least he thought she had. When he raised the flogger for another swipe to the left and she pushed her out her backside to meet him it confirmed his suspicions.
Finishing the remaining three stripes he moved forward to plaster himself against her back as he released her cuffs. Noticing the tremble in her limbs he whispered in her ear, “I think you enjoyed being the sub for a change.”
She struggled, but he held her still. Olivia acquiesced, and shrugged. “It’s good to try out something new.”
Trey frowned. There was something in her voice that didn’t ring true. “Or maybe it isn’t so new.” He turned her round to face him as a notion struck him. “Were you a sub before you became a Domme?”
Olivia tensed, and he felt her pulling away from him, emotionally as well as physically. “That’s so long ago, it’s a different century.” Her answer was gruff, forced. “Literally. You should try it sometime. It’s good to know both perspectives.” She gave him a pointed look.
He felt her loss as she moved away from him to replace the cuffs in the cupboard. This was a turn up for the books. A most interesting one.
Chapter Five
Trey’s cock was in Olivia’s mouth. She was kneeling in front of him in the training room. But she wasn’t being submissive. Oh no, siree!
Actually, when sucking cock, she preferred this position. It was much more comfortable than going down from above. She just got backache that way, although it would have been nice to have a cushion to kneel on, but she didn’t want to show any weakness.
This was a deliberate plan to get her own back on Trey for his comment at the end of the last session that she was submissive. She’d been startled by her reaction to being restrained and flogged. Always aware that she had a strong submissive streak, she had hidden it for years, but hadn’t known she would enjoy impact play that much despite having to let Trey be in control. If things had gone differently all those years ago and Rodney hadn’t been more submissive than she was, their roles may well be reversed now.
I’ll show Trey submission—and turn it on its head.
She had nearly burst out laughing when he had arrived for the latest session and she ordered him to undress and stand in the middle of the room.
He groaned. “Not again.” His look of frustration was amusing, but when she had knelt before him taking his cock in her mouth, it changed to one of shock. She had to look away or she would have choked. She hoped Sean had been watching on the monitors that every room had in place for safety. He would enjoy this.
When Trey grinned at what he thought
was her sudden acquiescence she nearly rolled her eyes. Getting back to the matter in hand, she moved to the tip of his suddenly bobbing cock. Yep, he’s excited by the thought of my submission. Or what he thinks is me giving in.
A stifled moan left Trey’s lips, and his hands clenched at his sides as she gripped his shaft to hold him still while working her tongue around his darkening mushroom-shaped head.
Her plan was to move away from sensation play and work on his control—by controlling him. And she was certainly in charge, only he had yet to become aware of this. He’ll learn very soon.
Trey reached out to grab her head as she knew he would, his fingers trying to gain purchase in her hair, the ring of a cuff banging against her head, but as her hair was tied back smoothly as usual, he couldn’t.
Olivia dropped his cock and moved away. “Stay still and keep your hands to yourself.” Her voice was deliberately stern.
“Whaaat?”
She looked up at him, trying to show her disapproval in her eyes. “This is another lesson in control. Do as I say, or you will get a punishment.”
He glared down at her, partly showing annoyance, partly bewilderment, but he did as she requested, although his cock had dropped a little.
Meanwhile, Olivia returned to sucking, licking, and generally teasing him, her fingers rolling his balls while her other hand held him still to lick up his heavy shaft, which hardened again. He might be enjoying this, but so was she! It was fun to arouse him and then shift tactics just as he was starting to come.
“Livvy! Shit!” Trey’s exclamation was followed by more groaning as he started to tense. Suddenly he gripped her head again, fingers digging in as best they could as he thrust into her mouth.
An immediate desire to gag caused Olivia to push Trey forcibly away. She sat back on her heels. “Uh uh. Bad boy. That’s three punishments.”
“Dammit!”
“Four.”
Trey ran a hand through his hair and started to pace, glaring at her. “Why four?”
Shaking her head at his petulant attitude, she explained counting on her fingers. “One for disobeying me when I told you to remain still.” He nodded slightly as if to concede that one. “Two for thrusting in and making me gag.” His rolled his eyes at that one, and she nearly giggled. “Three for disrespect by not calling me by my title, and four for swearing.”
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