by Chloe Cox
Well, time for her to learn.
“Now, I’m only telling you this because you’re new,” he said, keeping his voice easy. She’d learn hard in a minute. “But I suspect that you just broke a rule intentionally.”
“Yeah?” She was grinning now. The minx. He made a mental note.
“Yup. Lotsa Doms hate that, you know. Can be considered very manipulative. Topping from the bottom. And in this case I suspect it was. I’m open to most things, so long as we all know where we stand. But what happens next kinda depends on whether you’re honest about it.”
“What depends?”
“Whether you get funishment, or punishment.”
Now her eyes widened even more, her pupils dilated, and he heard her gasp—and she didn’t exhale. Scared and aroused. Good combination for personal discovery. He got up off the bed and looked down at her. Time for the voice.
“Get up,” he ordered.
She sat up so fast she seemed to almost forget that she was naked. But she obeyed instinctively, responding to his tone. Another good sign.
“Don’t cover yourself around me.”
She dropped her hands to her sides. Her breasts trembled as the rest of her body just barely shook.
“Get up and walk over to the bench.” He pointed at it. He could tell she hadn’t made sense of anything in his bedroom the previous night, which was to be expected. Now he could see her take in the sight of a spanking bench in real time. “It’s exactly what you think it is, Lena. Don’t make me tell you again.”
She hesitated a little, her uncertainty coming through her gait as she walked to the bench. She reached out and touched it briefly before looking back at him.
“Put your knees in the stirrups and bend over the bench.”
He saw her throat move as she swallowed, and he bet that if he put a finger to her neck her pulse would be racing. So far, so good. No safewords. True submissive.
“Now, Lena.”
She snapped into motion, getting her knees into the stirrups with more dignity than most. She only hesitated again when it came time to bend over. He’d seen that expression before—disbelief, like she was expecting something else to happen. If she had serious misgivings about submission, now was when it would come out. But he didn’t think she did. Chance was sure she was about to discover something amazing about herself.
“Lena,” he said severely, “When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed. We just went over this.”
He put one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her down onto the bench. He heard a small sound escape her lips, but she only put up token resistance.
“Grab the handles you see in front of you.”
She did.
Now he took a moment to enjoy the view. Every inch of Lena’s body was beautiful, as far as he was concerned, fit and soft and not too thin, but her ass was, frankly, a work of art. He ran his hand from the back of her knee up the back of her thigh and watched her shiver, then let his fingers dance around her pink folds peeking through. She was so wet it was like she was glazed, the morning light reflecting off of her damp thighs like an invitation. He turned the crank that adjusted the position of the stirrups and spread her legs a little bit.
But first things first.
He kept a firm grip on the back of her neck, knowing it sent a primal message of control.
“Lena, did you break my rules on purpose?”
A small sound. A chirp? He laughed.
“I can’t hear you, Lena.”
“Yes, I broke your rules on purpose. Sir.”
His cock jumped at that. Sir. He liked the way she said it.
“Why?” he demanded.
“I wanted to see what would happen.”
Thwack. He spanked her across the meatiest part of her ass and watched her jump in surprise. He kept his hand securely on the back of her neck and held her down through that first instinct to struggle. And that made her flush even more.
She liked force. He’d get to ravish her eventually.
He looked forward to it.
“That was a mild blow for punishment, for your reference. They get harder. You could have asked for more details. Why did you provoke me?”
When she spoke this time, the breathiness was back in her voice.
“I thought it would be fun.”
Chance smiled. A girl after his own heart, for sure. And if he were not mistaken—and he wasn’t—that spanking itself had turned her on. He ran his hand over the globes of her ass and down to her very wet, very slick folds.
Way the hell turned on.
“That’s honest,” he said. “Good girl. Five blows for the original infraction—you’re getting off light, you hear me? Next time it’s gonna really hurt.”
“Yes, sir.”
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. He varied up the rhythm and the intensity, watching Lena closely to see how she’d respond. Her physical response was undeniable, but he’d only be certain about her psychological response after she talked to him.
Thwack.
She moaned and writhed at the same time, as much as she could. He’d seen this combination before—arousal, slight pain, humiliation, all of it drawing out the endorphins that led to release—but never in quite so lovely a presentation.
He let his hand rest gently on her bottom, and caressed the skin. She wouldn’t have a mark on her.
She was panting, though.
“Lena,” he said. “You may get up.”
He’d removed his hand. Lena didn’t move.
“Lena,” he said, not bothering to hide his amusement, “Do you want to get up?”
“…No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
He put his hand on her back and stroked her. He could see her begin to relax.
“Confused?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
She truly did want to please.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, sweetheart. That’s a rule, too.”
“It was…a rush. But now…I don’t…” She turned her head to look at him, her eyes heavy, her lips swollen. God. So it wasn’t shame, then. “I don’t have words for it yet.”
Chance stroked her, feeling the heat underneath his palm grow. He swept his hand down her back, over the perfect curve and between her legs. He palmed her and asked, “Do you want this?”
Her breathing was ragged and she looked up at him, almost begging.
Almost.
“Yes,” she said.
“And this?” he said, pushing his middle finger deep inside her. She gasped—bent over like this, she was wide open.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Chance, please.”
“Please what?” he said, his tone hard.
Lena swallowed.
“Please fuck me.”
chapter 9
Chance’s dick was throbbing, but he had total self-control in this kind of situation. He wouldn’t do anything to endanger a sub who maybe didn’t know her own limits, especially not this one. He needed to be sure. Nothing about this situation conformed to the usual training dynamic. But he was the only one she felt she could trust. He felt like he had to reinvent the wheel.
“You have to find the words, Lena,” he said.
“You want me to beg?”
“Convince me you know what you’re asking for, and why.”
Goddamn, this would be easier on him if he hadn’t looked. Dark red, swollen, wet.
“Shit!” she said. He laughed. Good to know they were both frustrated. “I’ve always fantasized about this, but this was…I don’t know. It was like breaking through something, going higher,” she said. “Better than high. I need it. I need to know.”
“You hoped I’d spank you when you acted out.”
“Yes!”
“Then it’s not a punishment. I could leave you like this. Engorged, aching. Leave you like this with no relief.”
“Oh, please, Chance,” she said.
“Convince me!” he barked.
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br /> She was silent a moment. Perhaps really giving it some thought. Her thighs were quivering and he stroked her there, calming her while she did her best. He could see she was trying. He would support her.
“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “You said it could be manipulative. I was…that was manipulative. Disrespectful. A terrible thing to do.”
She turned her head, looked over her shoulder at him.
“I really am sorry,” she said, and the look of sadness on her face tugged at him. “I should have just asked you, I just didn’t…I guess it’s not easy for me to do that yet. I won’t do this again, I promise.”
Chance brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. He felt immense pride in her. Hell, he’d been proud of her just for having the guts to come ask him to train her, but somehow it hadn’t clicked until now what an essentially brave person she was. She had the courage that was a prerequisite of integrity—you needed courage to look at your own actions and be honest with yourself about them. Not one in ten people had it.
“Apology accepted. Next time, you really will be punished. This time, I want to reinforce how important it is to be honest and aware. You get that?”
He walked around behind her and cranked the stirrups a bit wider.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Yes.”
She actually lifted her ass toward him. He smiled, and shook his head at the sight in front of him. Perfect. He wanted to reward her for her honesty, for the effort that went into it, for making progress.
But first…
“Now I want you to beg,” he said.
He saw her head drop down in anguish, and her body strained for him. He gripped her hips to let her know where he was, and pushed the head of his painfully swollen cock just inside her.
“Oh God,” she said. “Chance, please.”
“Not good enough.”
Thank God she couldn’t see his face. Every primitive urge in his male body was telling him to plunge into the unbelievably ready female in front of him. He had perfect control of himself when it came to women, but damn, his face would be intense right about now. He could feel a vein in his forehead throbbing.
“Chance, please fuck me. Please. I need you—”
He surged forward and buried himself to the base in Lena. He felt the wet warmth of her wash over him, and felt her muscles contract around him immediately, and everything was right.
“Oh God,” she cried, and she angled up to him, moving back and forth on her knees while he held her hips and pounded into her. She was so hot, so wet, so soft—and already so close to coming.
Something about taking a woman from behind always brought out the wildman in him, and he leaned forward to grab the back of her neck, driving his cock into her with enough force to make her cry out with each thrust.
“Oh God,” she screamed. “Fuck, yes…”
And that was the last word he heard. She screamed as she came around him hard, so hard he yelled into her back, held her down, and thrust until the tension rushed to his center, squeezing his balls like a vise, and exploded out in dizzying currents of pleasure.
He collapsed onto her back, both of them too spent to move, stuck together with sweat. Chance could feel his pulse throughout his entire body, throbbing away like a dull echo of that orgasm.
Jesus.
This woman…there was nothing like this woman.
Chance forced himself up even though he felt somewhat drained, which was also a novel experience for him, at least on this scale. But he needed to take care of Lena, so up he went.
She whined as he carefully pulled out of her, giving him another reason to smile.
“Stay right where you are, and I’ll be right back,” he said, placing a quick kiss on the back of her neck. She murmured something, her body draped over the bench like she was ready to take a quick nap. He wished he could let her do exactly that, but there were some unresolved issues. First and foremost, Paul Cigna.
Chance already knew what his call would be. That guy set off a number of alarm bells and he was not going to stop. But Lena needed to come to that realization, too.
Still, it was a lot to put on her on day one. Then again, nothing about this had been typical so far. They just had to roll with it.
First he got another warm cloth and cleaned the both of them up, taking great care with Lena’s tender flesh.
“You sore?” he asked her.
“Dunno.”
He grinned. Still in outer space.
After he’d gently rubbed some oil into her thighs and buttocks, he slipped one arm under her torso and lifted her, slowly, from the bench, catching her as she rose up and scooping her into his arms.
“I can walk, Chance,” she said. “I was just being lazy.”
“Nope,” he said. “I’m gonna hold on to you ‘til I’m sure you’re recovered. And because after I fuck you, I like to hold you.”
She didn’t say anything to that, but he felt her eyes on him. After a moment, she leaned her head into his chest, and he felt her body relax into it.
“I’m ok with that,” she said.
He carried her to his favorite chair, a beat-up, giant green velvet-covered monstrosity that was the most comfortable place in the world, and very carefully situated her on his lap. She was a natural snuggler.
Chance slid his hand to her chest to feel her heartbeat. It was slowing down, and her breathing only jumped when he touched her. Good.
“Your brain working properly yet, sweetheart?” he asked, enjoying the scent of her hair.
“I think so.”
“Good. There are a few things we should talk about.”
She groaned, and he couldn’t hide his laughter with her head right on his chest.
“Like, a…talk, talk?” she said. She tried to sound casual, but she wasn’t. That, too, was interesting. She was able to compartmentalize her ability to trust, and to become vulnerable: she was good with him for BDSM activities, but not so good with the idea of emotional commitments.
More than that, though, she was just so damn sensitive. He could feel the anxiety start to build within her just from not knowing what was coming. He hated to see that happen under any circumstances.
“No,” he said, “though freaking out about that means we’ll be coming back to it. We have to talk about the Paul Cigna situation.”
“Who’s Paul Cigna?”
“You remember the jerkwad in the blue fedora?”
She stiffened. “How could I forget? What a dumb signature piece. It’s the only way I’ll ever think of him.”
“He came by my gym yesterday with some questions about you,” he said, keeping his voice calm and casual. “About us, in fact.”
Lena pushed herself off his chest and looked at him with some awful combination of fear and anger and general freaked-outedness.
“Are you serious?” she said.
“Whoa, Lena,” he said, and pulled her back against him. “Yeah, I’m serious, but try not to get too stressed. Do me a favor and trust me on this. Just let me do my thing.”
She had become a big ball of tension in just a few seconds. She’d have to constantly feel under assault to have that kind of reaction. Chance was going to apply physical comfort before he discussed the issue with her, but now he realized she probably wouldn’t begin to unwind until she felt in control of the situation. Or at least until it was under someone’s control.
“Ok, Lena,” he said softly. He was stroking her arm and her back, slowly and rhythmically, the kind of thing she couldn’t help but respond to. “We’ll deal with it. He didn’t get anything, and he’s not going to. I won’t allow it. But while he’s still looking, I’d like you to stay here.”
There was a silence. Finally, she said, “With you?”
Chance frowned. He heard that note of wariness in her voice, like maybe he was turning this into something that didn’t feel quite as safe to her. Lena expected things to turn on her at any given moment. She wasn’t kidding when she had said this whole
pictures thing had messed with her head, but he was starting to think it might run a little deeper.
“You’d have your own room, with a lock. And with a writing desk. You can have your pick of any of the ones that are still free, just until you feel like you can go back to your place without worrying about that idiot jumping out of the bushes.”
Those assurances seemed to work. He could feel the tension ebb out of her body, and she pulled her head off his chest long enough to give him a naughty smile.
“But not too far from your bed, right?”
“The entire world is my bed as far as you’re concerned, remember?”
She bit her lip, color rushing into her cheeks. “I do.”
chapter 10
Lena let the cold water rush over her, hoping it might clear her mind. She wasn’t having much luck with it so far.
It wasn’t even afternoon yet, but she was feeling…she didn’t know the word for it. Not exhausted—though, man, that would be an issue soon; was the man an Olympic athlete?—but perhaps emotionally strained. She had been in emotional lockdown mode since the pictures broke, and, if she were being honest, since well before that. She’d picked a career that was full of rejection, and her personal life hadn’t been much easier, even as a kid. Learning how to ignore certain feelings had been a necessary survival mechanism for her.
Now she had to not only feel everything all the time, she had to be aware of them and of what they meant. And she had to tell Chance all about it.
She understood the reasons for it, intellectually. But emotionally she was feeling like she’d gone from being a couch potato to running a marathon.
She was going to be a bit sore.
And that’s what she tried to tell herself this was, as she stood in Chance’s oversized shower, trying to wash away her worries. Just overtraining for someone with out-of-shape emotional muscles. And for someone who’d had sex more times in the past twenty-four hours than she’d thought possible. Something about their physical connection made it seem…normal. Inevitable. Irresistible. And it wasn’t just the physical connection, either—the fact that they got along so well, that seemed to have similar sense of humor, that they just got each other, it was all having an effect on her judgment.
