by Laney Rogers
“Good girl, that’s right, push back a little more,” he instructed.
The area burned as he inched his way slowly inside her, but the sensation was mixed with arousal as her sensitive nerves sprang to life again with the intrusion.
Soon, he had filled her entirely, and Guy reached over her, taking her lush breasts in his hands, caressing her nipples until they became taut and hard.
He gently pulled out of her, then filled her again, and again, and again, whispering to her about how wonderful and brave she was as he continued to slowly and carefully thrust in and out of her tight hole.
Guy increased the speed of his thrusts, and Gina clung onto the arm supports of the spanking bench, her arousal overcoming her apprehension. His hands left her breasts, and Gina cried out as two of his fingers suddenly plunged into her vagina. Her pussy clenched around them immediately.
She felt impaled on him and completely vulnerable to his control, as if losing herself in the heat of the moment where all other thoughts and feelings melted away and where the need to come overwhelmed her, body and soul. Her whole body tensed as she was driven to the edge of the precipice.
“I want you to come for me now, baby,” he murmured, and holding nothing back, he took her throbbing clit between finger and thumb and squeezed as he drove his hard cock into her ass.
Gina screamed, her climax washing over her in huge spasms that brought her up onto her toes. Her hips thrashed under him, and she cried out again as his fingers continued to thrust into her cunt and his shaft pumped in and out of her ass.
With a roar, Guy came, his body going rigid and his penis jerking inside her.
After the last thrust of his manhood, they both became still as she lay spent under his large body.
He pulled out of her slowly and carefully, stroking her back as he did so, and all of a sudden, she felt abandoned and lost without him inside her.
She listened as Guy removed the condom. Moments later, he was taking the sash from her eyes, unfastening the restraints from her wrists and ankles and helping her from the spanking bench.
Her legs didn’t seem to want to hold her up, and in one fluid gesture, Guy scooped her into his arms. He held her tight against him as he negotiated his way up the stairs, through the hall, and up to his bedroom.
Gina clung to him, her head buried in his shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength seep into her exhausted body.
He put her in his bed, tucked her under a huge dark blue comforter, and told her to stay put while he got them both some water.
Guy was only gone about thirty seconds, but in that time, Gina’s emotions seemed to go haywire, and by the time he walked back in the room, tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks.
Horrified, she tried to hide her face, while she pulled herself together, but Guy was too quick for her.
In no time at all, he was in the bed and pulling her into his arms. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart, everything’s okay. Sometimes coming down from an experience like that can mess around with your emotions.”
He gathered her up and arranged her body on top of his so she could let the warmth and security of his whole body emanate into hers.
After a couple of minutes, she started to feel much better and lifted herself up off his chest, ready to move away from him.
A sharp slap on her bottom remedied that idea.
“I’ll let you know when you can move, sub,” he growled.
Gina slowly lowered herself back down on top of him, but she was smiling while she did it. Just knowing that he wanted her there made everything, at that moment, seem right in the world.
Guy hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but he grinned in the darkness with his new sub lying on his body. She wriggled around trying to get comfortable, her breasts pressing into his chest as she did so. She was someone who liked to snuggle, and that was definitely okay with him.
It was a long time since he had felt so content, both in his body and his mind, and he put his arms around her, holding her close to him while she laid her head on his chest, as if listening to the beat of his heart under her cheek.
He let her rest for a while, then lifted one hand to stroke her hair. “How do you feel now?” he asked, knowing it must sound like a rumble to her ear, which was still pressed on his chest.
“Much better, Sir,” she responded, sounding like her normal self.
“Then you may climb off me and sit and have some water,” he replied.
Gina drank thirstily, then settled next to him, the comforter pulled right up to her chin.
After making sure she had drunk enough, Guy took both bottles and put them on his nightstand. He pulled her over to him, putting a hard, muscular arm around her so her head tucked into his shoulder.
His voice was low and soft in the quiet room, “I’m very proud of you, Gina. Thank you for the trust you gave me tonight.”
“Well…thank you for…” She struggled for the right words, and he chuckled, squeezing her affectionately.
“Are you trying to find the right way to thank me for taking you in the ass?”
Gina froze for a second, then began to laugh. “Yeah, there really is no elegant way to put that kind of thanks into words, is there?”
“You trusted me enough to put your whole body in my hands to do with as I pleased, and as a Dom, it doesn’t get to feel much better than that.”
“Have you always known you were a Dom, Sir?”
“From the age of about seventeen, yes,” he replied. “I knew I wanted to dominate, but the first few times I tried, the girls I was with ran screaming for the hills, after telling me I was a perverted asshole, of course,” he added with a rueful laugh.
“Then I realized that a club was what I needed. I managed to scrounge an invitation to the one that I plan to take you to soon. It’s probably where Andy and Becky will have their collaring, and it’s only a few miles outside Newmarket.
“I learned about the lifestyle in a safe environment, with trustworthy people. It makes all the difference. And now, I’m one of the DMs there whenever I have the time.”
“DM?” she asked.
“Dungeon monitor. We take care of any problems and give advice if it’s needed.”
“My experience has been so limited and unsuccessful. When I did pluck up the courage to tell my now ex-boyfriend that I wanted to try a D/s relationship, he took it upon himself to start acting like a total asshole—treating me like an unpaid servant and being aggressive and nasty in the bedroom.
“He didn’t have the slightest idea what he was doing, and when it all went wrong, he told me it was because I was a sexual pervert who needed therapy.
“One of the reasons I decided to come over here so soon after getting the notification about the house was to get away from everything for a bit. I thought maybe I’d made a big mistake. God, John made me feel like I was such a failure.”
Guy kissed the top of her head. “Well, hopefully, the last few days has put paid to that notion, Gina.” He felt her head burrow a little deeper into his shoulder. “Are you blushing again, sweetheart?”
“No, not at all,” she replied, her cheeks turning red as if the images from the last few days were running through her mind.
Guy laughed and turned her on her side, pulling her against his chest. He held her in what was becoming his favorite position: one hand resting on her bare bottom, the other cupping her breast, his fingers rubbing over her nipple, turning it instantly hard.
“Is there anything else you’d like to ask me, woman, because I really need to get some sleep. I’ve got an early start in the morning, which means you have too.”
“Just one more thing, Sir.”
She exaggerated the word, and he smacked her bottom, causing her to gasp at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Were you an only child, growing up?” she asked.
Guy frowned at the question. “Yes, I was. Why do you ask?”
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��Well, from what I understand, only children tend to get what they want all the time. They also tend to be bossy and demanding…I guess the description just fit, that’s all.”
For a second, Guy didn’t move. Then he burst out laughing and grabbed his sassy sub, turning her onto her front and spanking her lush round bottom ‘til she yelped in surrender.
After he had turned his sub’s ass nice and warm, he rubbed the sting away, gently running his hands over the pinkness. Then, he arranged her body against his and held her tightly to him, listening to the sound of her breathing, in the darkness. As he lay there, he realized how protective he had become in just the last couple of days.
It was months, even years now, since he’d felt this content and even longer since he’d allowed a woman to share his bed for more than a night at a time.
He gently rubbed her breast, loving the feel of her soft, creamy skin, and wondered what was going to happen when it came time for her to fly back. At some point, they would have to discuss what had developed between them.
He decided, then and there, that it would be when he got back from London. He would see whether she felt the same as he did, and then they could talk about what would come next.
Gina knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep yet, so she lay quietly, tucked up against her Dom, her mind full of thoughts and feelings about what had happened since she had landed on British soil.
She smiled to herself as she lay there; she had never been put to bed so frequently in her life. The first couple of times had helped get rid of the jet lag, but now, even though Guy needed sleep, she was wide awake.
There was a digital clock on the bedside table, and Gina watched the numbers change, loving the feel of Guy’s body so close to hers. His breathing had evened out quickly, and it was a comforting sound behind her. She lay there for a long time, thinking before sleep finally claimed her.
Chapter Ten
All too soon, the alarm went off, and Gina forced her eyes open when her brain registered the noise.
Just for a second, she didn’t know where she was. Then images of the night before ran through her mind, and she snuggled back under the covers to relish all of them at her leisure.
Unfortunately, Guy had other ideas. He pressed himself against her, and she felt the huge erection in the small of her back. Before she had time to think, he had her on her back and was holding her wrists above her head, in a hard grip.
“Good morning, sub. Spread your legs for me right now.”
It was a command, and she did as he asked without hesitation, her heart speeding up and her body coming alive instantly.
Without any warning, his cock drove deep into her, and she cried out at the intrusion, all that particular area still tender and sensitive from the night before.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled.
She obeyed, her whole core springing to life at the sheer force of his thrusts.
He let out an animalistic noise as her pussy clenched around his shaft. His hand held onto her wrists in a strong grip, and his body pinned her to the bed, making her feel even more restrained than when she had been tied up.
The feeling of helplessness only served to create a need in her to come quickly, and she felt her body reacting to his dominance. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened, and when he bent his head and took one hard bud in his mouth, sucking and pulling on it, sensations of pure lust shot through her.
In no time at all, her breath started to come in short pants, and she brought her hips up to meet his with every thrust, her body needing to merge completely with his.
When he changed position slightly, she cried out, his cock finding her g-spot and instantly sending her over the edge. She came hard and fast, her head shaking from side to side, wanting to cling to him but unable to, because of his grip on her.
“Come again,” he growled, plunging deeper, harder.
She had no choice but to obey him. Her body was entirely at his mercy, and she willingly took all he wanted to give her.
Finally, he released her wrists and she buried her fingers in his wide shoulders, her body attached firmly to his. The noise he made when he came was purely guttural, and he pumped every last drop of his cum into her cunt before finally letting his body rest on top of her.
When his cock left her pussy, she felt empty even though she could still feel the last spasms of her orgasm vibrating through her.
They lay facing each other, and Guy smiled. “I love you naked, your body flushed pink, and your hair tousled…just how a submissive should look in the morning.”
She smiled. “Good morning to you, too, Sir.”
Guy chuckled and smacked her lightly on the bottom. “Go and get in the shower, and I’ll put the coffee on. I’ll see you down in the kitchen in fifteen minutes.”
Gina got out of bed and made her way into the en-suite bathroom. She took one look at herself and flinched. Skin flushed, eye makeup smudged, and she didn’t even want to get into the state her hair was in. Pulled through a hedge backward sprang to mind. It was a saying her mother used, and it fit her perfectly at this moment.
She heard Guy padding around the room and then the sound of the door closing. In no time at all, she had used the facilities and was standing under a hot shower, soaping her body from head to toe, inhaling sharply at the tenderness of her bottom, both inside and out.
A few minutes later, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and combed through her freshly washed hair. She put on her leggings, minus the panties, which seemed to have gone missing, and pulled on her boots, bra and sweater.
Guy was waiting for her in the kitchen.
He handed her a steaming cup of coffee and a plate with toast and jam.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, her stomach growling.
Guy grinned and pointed to a bar stool, up at the kitchen counter. “You eat while I go and pack, and then we can be on our way.”
* * * *
Gina could see her breath in the frosty, early morning air. It was just after six am when Guy opened the car door for her and she slipped inside.
“Won’t Andy mind me knocking on the door this early, Sir?” she asked.
Guy produced a key from his pocket. “You can use this. Just make sure you keep it safe. It’s the only spare Andy has.”
He took in her puzzled expression. “You’re wondering why I have a spare key? Sometimes, I look after the place if Andy’s away. You know, open up or lock up at the end of the evening. We’ve been friends for a long time. He’s one of the few people I really trust, and vice versa.”
Gina took the key from his hand and put it safely in her bag.
The drive didn’t take long at all, especially at such an early hour. Guy parked right outside the big wooden doors and switched off the engine. He reached over and pulled her toward him.
“Be good while I’m gone, okay? I’ll call you tonight from my dad’s place. It’s where I usually stay when I’m in London.”
Gina nodded. “I’ll miss you, Sir.” The words came out as a whisper, and when he heard them, Guy held her face in his hands and kissed her very thoroughly.
His tongue pushed its way into her soft mouth, and she responded wonderfully, opening up to him, returning his kiss with such enthusiasm. It was all he could do not to pull her out of the car, bend her over the hood, and take her right there in the early morning daylight.
When they finally separated, he got out of the car and came round to her side. She was already getting out, and together, they walked to the doors of the inn.
Guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. “This is for you to use while you’re here. My number’s in there. If you need me for anything, you are to call, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. She thought to tell him that she already had a cell, but it was like he read her mind.
“Be sure to turn your cell off. International roaming is very expensive.”
There was nothing more to say. He
knew he had to get going, but every part of him wanted nothing more than to stay right here with her. Jesus Christ, get a grip, he thought.
He grinned, kissed her one more time, spanked her ass, and then got back into his car.
Not more than twenty seconds later, his cell phone rang. He answered immediately. “Gina, is something wrong?”
He heard her giggle. “No, I just thought I’d see how long it would take you to answer.”
“You know, I have time to turn around and come back just so I can bend you over my lap and pound on that lush, round ass of yours.”
There was silence on the other end, and Guy’s cock went rock hard knowing that Gina was imagining just the same picture as he was.
“Get inside, out of the cold, sub. That’s an order.”
“Okay, Sir, I’m on my way now. I’ll see you soon,” she replied softly.
“I’m picking you up from David’s place, at nine o’clock,” he reminded her.
“Yep, I know. Now are you going to let me get off this phone or what?” she said in mock exasperation.
“Oh, little submissive, you are so going to get it when I see you on Wednesday.”
She heard the click of him hanging up and grinned as she let herself quietly into the inn.
* * * *
By twelve thirty, Gina had got right back into the swing of waitressing and was enjoying herself immensely. The inn seemed to be busy at lunchtime, most of the patrons being local and pretty much all of whom were very intrigued by the new American waitress.
Andy endured several lighthearted jibes about making his guests work for their bed and board, and as Gina took people’s orders and cleared tables, she began to understand the closeness and type of community spirit the village had.
By the end of her shift, she had received two propositions from elderly farmers and an invitation to the cinema, which seemed to be what the English called the movies, from a young man who worked with Ivy at the village store. However, it was not a store, it was a shop, Ivy had been keen to instruct her.
Ivy had also asked Gina about a hundred questions about herself, her family, and the part of the States she came from, until Becky had finally come to her rescue, saying she needed Gina in the kitchen.
