by Zoey Parker
My eyes went wide, but with trembling hands, I undid the buttons of my jeans. It seemed to take an eternity to get the fly undone, all the while he watched me. I shimmied the pants down my legs. I was about to step out of them, when he stopped me.
“No. Leave them there.”
I felt a little awkward, but I did as he said. My hands went back to my hips and my thumbs slipped beneath the hem of my panties. Heat flushed my face, trailing down my neck to my breasts. Thank God I still had my shirt on.
Or maybe I want it off, too…
With herculean effort, I shucked off my panties, aware of the wet spot on them. Then I shuffled over to him. I swallowed heavily, then carefully leaned myself over his lap. When I was situated, I waited for what was to come.
It felt like forever before anything happened, but finally, I felt his large hand against my bare skin. He caressed the curve of my ass softly, so gentle it surprised me. I almost looked over my shoulder to ask him about it when the slap came.
My eyes went wide and a tiny gasp escaped my lips.
There was a sharp rash of pain that left almost as quickly as it came, leaving behind only a memory of heat against my cheek. But the pleasure it left behind lingered. My core grew wetter still, to my surprise.
A second slap followed quickly, and the same thing happened. Pain, heat, wetness. I shivered involuntarily.
His hand caressed where he’d slapped me and then he leaned over me. I felt his breath along my back as he whispered, “I told you that you might enjoy the punishment.”
And I did. It was strange and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to see the… harder punishments, but these quick slaps on my naked rear were sending signals of pleasure to my brain and my core that I didn’t know what to do with, to the point where I was almost disappointed when he told me we were done.
“Now get up and put your pants back on. Your bath’s getting cold.”
I was trembling as I stood. I was so disoriented, so inebriated that I stumbled a little and Jules had to catch me. His touch was electric and his grin sent thrills through my already-wired system.
“Oh, I’m going to have such fun with you, Allison.” He leaned in close and for a glorious moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. Then he pulled away and said over his shoulder, “You’re going to enjoy it so much that you’re never going to leave.”
When this all started, I probably would have laughed at his insinuation. Now? I was wondering how it was possible that I’d waited this long to try any of this. And how was I ever going to go back to living without it?
“Come, Allison. Now.”
I hurried after him quickly, led by the promise of a bath – and the possibilities of more pleasure than those few, simple slaps had offered me.
Sex with Jules was going to change my life.
Chapter Ten
Jules
She responded better than I could have hoped.
When I’d begun explaining the lifestyle of a Dom/sub relationship and the rules that came with it, I was nervous, worried even. There were certain expectations and it was difficult to guess as to whether or not someone would be okay with them. Or, worse, thought they were okay only to figure out in the midst of things that they weren’t.
That was a dangerous place to be, because people tended to freak out. They got angry, did unpredictable things.
And then there were some people who dealt well with the orders, but not the punishments that came with not following orders. These were people who liked to dabble and to play around, but couldn’t be bothered to take things seriously.
I hated those people more than just about any other kind.
If I was taking you into this world with me, I wanted you to take it fucking seriously. Instead, I wound up with a bunch of spoiled brats that didn’t want to put in the legwork. Well, I wasn’t going to waste my time on someone like that.
I’d worried that Allison might fall into the first category. She was so willing, so malleable that her interest might end up problematic if it turned into more than she could take.
But she took her punishment so well. Almost… eagerly.
Punishment wasn’t by any means my favorite part of play. I didn’t need to hurt someone to get myself off, though I appreciated the complex relationship between pain and pleasure. There were Doms out there, I knew, that enjoyed punishing their subs. Doms who enjoyed it more than the sex and the control and everything else. They also had a tendency to take things too far. Punishments became frequent, as they were the Dom’s favorite part, and they easily turned abusive.
I didn’t need that in my life or in my subs life. I wanted her to be happy, healthy. Abusing my power over her like that… it wasn’t good for anyone.
But punishment was an important part of the lifestyle. It reminded the sub that there were rules and consequences for breaking those rules. It reminded her that I had power over her, but I’d told Allison this before and I meant it.
She had the control. If the punishments were too much, I wanted her to tell me.
I led her up the stairs and to the bathroom that I’d already prepped. If she’d been a good little girl, I would have taken her directly here, but it didn’t seem like either of us was too upset about our little detour. She was flushed and I could imagine the way her heart was thumping beneath her lovely, plump breasts.
Glancing behind me, I checked to make sure she was following obediently as we climbed the stairs.
She was. Her head was tilted forward, chin down, so that her eyes were cast toward the floor. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders and breasts, shiny and clean with just enough volume that it looked thick. Thick like rope to wind around my hands…
Her hands were held behind her back, sending images through my head of positions I needed to try with her. But I wouldn’t expect her gaze downcast. Instead, I’d have her hair pulled back, maybe a blindfold across her eyes as I tempted her with equal mixtures of pain and pleasure.
I didn’t need her to hurt, but I wanted her to feel. It was one of the most important parts of this whole lifestyle. If you didn’t feel, what the hell were you doing?
We reached the bathroom and I opened the door. I entered first, because I was the Dom. She followed behind me silently. When we were both in the room, I noticed her sneak a peek at it. Her sweet mouth opened slightly as a gasp escaped her.
“Oh, my!” she whispered and I almost laughed at her.
‘Oh, my?’ Who even says that?
But I didn’t call her out on that. Instead, I gave her a moment to glance around at the large bathroom. After a moment, she looked at the tub, then back at me.
“It’s so beautiful.”
I smiled. “I told you; I take care of my subs. Now strip.”
I saw a shudder run through her quickly, her whole body swallowed by it. Her trembling hand went to the hem of her blouse, but I held up a hand to stop her. “Wait.” Her doe eyes looked up at me, startled, and her movements paused. I settled into a bench that was placed along the side wall of the bathroom, more for decoration than anything else, but I’d use it now.
When I’d gotten myself comfortable, with both a good view of her and the tub, where I’d have her in a minute, I motioned toward her with my hand. “Start again. And go slow. I want time to take in every part of you.”
Her cheeks reddened even further, a blush that I enjoyed bringing out in her already, as she began to once more reach for the hem of her shirt. Her skin was pale against the blue fabric, though it had taken on a honeyed tone in the candlelight. With trembling hands, she began to lift up the edge of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up higher, exposing inch by inch of smooth, pale flesh. She had a perfect, tiny waist that was the middle to a perfect hourglass. My eyes raked over that new flesh, drinking in her beauty.
She had a small bellybutton that I quickly became fascinated with. It dipped with the curve of her stomach, elongated by the long, elegant shape of her body.
I’m going to play with that, I t
hought to myself.
My cock was hard, straining at the zipper of my leather pants. It had been growing since I first told her to pull down her pants and she exposed her smooth backside to me. I had the privilege to catch a glance at her pussy and saw that it was coated in tiny brown hairs. She was neat and trim, but it was clear that the shaving stopped at her legs.
Now, as I watched her pull that hem up higher and higher, exposing her ribcage and finally the curved underswell of her breasts – still encased in a damn bra – I found myself so hard that it was painful.
God, I wanted her.
She pulled the shirt carefully until it slipped finally over the curves of her swollen tits. The bra was black and lacy and almost indecent on her. It captured her breasts, held them captive, and I wanted to free them. But I was also fascinated by the way they were held. Tight and uncompromising. I was torn between wanting her completely naked and wanting that bra to be smaller, tighter, until her cleavage spilled out over the top and I got an eyeful of those dusky pink nipples that I knew were hidden just beneath the black fabric. I wanted her in nothing – but I wanted her restrained, too.
Desires always warring with each other, I thought, letting my eyes dip between her tits, tracing the line where they met. Don’t worry, there’s time. I can try her out in both.
My cock twitched in response.
Finally, she pulled her shirt over her head. Her hair swept over her shoulders then, falling in slightly fluffed waves over her pale skin. Strands made curling designs over those lovely tits.
She was about to drop her shirt on the floor, but I stopped her again. “No. Fold it neatly and place it on the edge of the sink.”
She bit her lip, her big eyes wide, and nodded. She folded it up as I instructed and set it aside. Swallowing, she continued undoing herself. Her trembling fingers went to her jeans, undoing them for the second time that night.
I watched her with a molten gaze that I hoped she felt right down to her core.
She popped the button, then undid the zipper. Slowly, she pulled the black jeans down over her hips, exposing the smooth flesh beneath. Her hips were wide and full, just right for grabbing the perfect handful. She bent over to push the pants the rest of the way down and I admitted that I thoroughly enjoyed the hanging view of her cleavage.
Perfect, curved, and firm. I knew that pounding into her was going to make those tits bounce and I couldn’t wait to see it.
She got her jeans off, stepping first one foot then the next out of them, pausing only to kick off her shoes first. When they were off, she looked up at me. “Should I fold these, too? Sir?”
I smiled at her, my eyes watching her shapely legs and staring intently at her still panty-clad crotch. Part of me hoped that I made her a little nervous with the watching. The rest of me hoped that she was as turned on by it as I was.
“Yes, pet.”
She smiled at me, a little timid, but with pleasure in her eyes. It made her feel good to guess what I wanted and I knew better than her that this little moment was only the start. Soon, she’d live for that feeling.
The pants got folded, too, and set atop her shirt. Then, finally, she returned to her underwear. The bra and panties clearly weren’t a set, but they were clean and nice enough. Still, I made a note to buy her nicer clothes. Get her something that looked nice and matched—
What are you talking about? You’re acting like she’s a permanent fixture…
And there was a part of me that wanted her to be, but I knew better. This was a business arrangement. She needed money; I needed to break out of the vanilla shell I’d created for my sub’s protection.
That was all this was. Even if, in the moment, I wanted it to be more.
She reached around to unhook her bra. It loosened, letting her breasts hang freely. She hesitated only a second, then pulled the straps off her shoulders then down her arms. As soon as I caught sight of those dusty pink nipples, hard and crinkled around the edges, I let out a low growl of appreciation.
“I like them. Keep going.”
She flushed, the crimson color traveling down her neck and to the tops of her breasts. It only enhanced her pretty skin. She set the bra atop her pants, then went to the last little article of clothing left. Her panties.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she tugged them down. I watched like a hawk as she exposed her neat pussy, the dark hairs hiding her lips. But they couldn’t hide her wetness. No, that had slicked them and left small, damp clumps there are the apex of her thighs.
Good. This is doing for her what it’s doing for me.
She slid the panties slowly down her legs and then, finally, she was bare before me. It was almost as good as releasing my own cock from its confines. That would come in its own time. Allison had begun to fold up her panties to place atop her bra, when I stopped her.
“No. Those stay with me.” I held out my hand for them.
She stared at my outstretched hand for a moment longer than I liked, but I chalked it up to shock and let it pass. I was more interested in getting her into the damn bath than punishing her again. Besides, she was new. I needed to ease her into the rules.
Finally, Allison put the panties into my outstretched hand. I smiled widely and grasped the thing scrap of fabric before bringing it to my nose. It smelled of her arousal, which only heightened mine.
I left her standing there naked for a long moment before I finally said, “Get in the tub. Ease in. Tell me if it’s too cool.”
She turned to the tub and I saw that her ass was still red from the light spanking she’d received. I smiled a little at that. I hadn’t wanted to mark her – hadn’t needed to; that would come later – but I took some pride in the red spots.
Tipping her toes in first, she tested the water then decided it was fine. She eased her body in slowly, the water swallowing up her long legs before she finally eased her reddened behind in. When she was sitting down completely, her breasts were mostly covered and the rest of her was submerged completely.
I patted my own back for skipping the bubbles, because I could still see her pale skin beneath the water.
“I want you to bathe,” I told her, indicating the soaps and shampoos along the edges of the tub. “Clean everywhere thoroughly – then I want you to shave.”
At this, she glanced up at me. “Shave, sir?”
I nodded. “Your legs. Your arms. But most importantly, I want you to shave that sweet little pussy of yours. I want it bare, because it’s mine. You understand that, right? That your pussy, your body, everything belongs to me. I can do with it however I want – for as long as you want.”
She stared at me for a long moment, then asked, “May I have a razor, sir?”
I smiled at her. “Of course.” I got it for her, because I liked her in the damn water. I set it on the edge of the tub, then ordered her to continue. “You can use whichever you like. Those are soaps, those are for your hair. I recommend the vanilla.”
She sniffed at the different options before smiling at me a little and picking the vanilla one. “You’re right, sir. The vanilla.”
I watched as she washed herself. She lathered the soap a little, then spread it across her limbs. She lifted her long legs out of the water to smooth the suds over them, then trailed up to her hips. She washed between her legs and along her backside, shifting carefully in the water to do so. Then she massaged her breasts carefully, alternating between glancing at me for approval and looking away in embarrassment.
All the while, I watched, clutching her damp panties.
Allison rinsed herself off, then washed her hair. She lathered and rinsed, then conditioned it. I watched her petite hands do the work and found myself wishing that I could instead. The urge to do something for her was abrupt and strong. Although it wasn’t wholly against my nature – I meant it when I said a Dom wanted to take care of his sub – it was a little unusual that it was so intense.
She used the porcelain pitcher I’d laid out for her to rinse out her hai
r. The suds covered up some of the water’s surface, but not to the point where I couldn’t see the smooth features of her body beneath.
Glancing at me beneath wet eyelashes, she grabbed the razor and began to shave. My cock twitched at the scene unfolding before me and we hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. She’d clearly shaved before meeting me earlier that day, but I appreciated that she was doing it all over again for me.
Still, when she started to go faster, I ordered, “Slow down. I want you to be careful. Take your time; we’re in no hurry.”
I heard her suck in a breath and acknowledged to myself that my hard-on disagreed about being in a hurry. Still, I easily ignored it.
Her movements slowed, the razor sensuously moving over her supple, smooth flesh. Her skin shimmered in the candlelight, reflecting off the water and the oil mixed in.
