by Ami Snow
“I hope you like tuna and avocado rolls,” Worthington said as he carried a plate of sushi rolls to the dining room table. The table had two candles in the middle and a bottle of white wine.
It was a wonderfully, romantic atmosphere. Sophie’s whole body tingled with anticipation. Jeffrey never went to these lengths for her. Yes, he would make reservations at great restaurants and he would do other thoughtful things that she was extremely grateful for. But the effort that Worthington had apparently put into setting up this meal made her warm and bubbly inside. She couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned for the rest of the night.
“You were beautiful today,”” Worthington said from across the table. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
The compliment made Sophie blush. She lowered her eyes and picked up a sushi roll with a pair of chopsticks. She put it in her mouth and slowly chewed it. The soft, succulent flesh of the tuna tasted delicious. She licked her lips, then took a sip of white wine. Its coolness refreshed her mouth.
“Do you think I was lying to you?” She asked. And then she continued a bit too enthusiastically, “Was I really that good?”
Worthington wiped his mouth and smiled. He could see that he’d flattered her but he felt that she deserved it. He’d been genuinely impressed with how well she’d taken to the role of submissive. It usually took girls several sessions with him before they became comfortable being so helpless, so completely under his command. He was very happy that things had gone more smoothly with Sophie.
“You were good,” he said cocking his head to the side and staring at her seductively. “But you still have lots to learn.”
Sophie smiled when she heard him say that. She looked forward to the challenge of proving how obedient she could be.
After they finished eating, Worthington took her by the hand and led her outside to his patio. The night sky hovered above them beautifully. The moon was full and the stars were out. The air smelled fresh and clean.
“Sit down on this chair, I’ll be right back,” Worthington said.
“Do you have something planned for us?” She asked, excitedly.
Worthington looked down at her and pushed his fingers through her hair. He smiled, then cupped her chin his hand.
“Of course I have something planned for us. I think I might have a whole life planned for us,” he said. “But we’ll have to wait and see.”
Sophie lowered her eyes. Suddenly a feeling of worry and nervousness passed through her body. The image of her husband’s face flashed in her mind. She’d already lied to him before coming out here and now she was taking the deception a step further. He would be heartbroken, completely crestfallen, if he ever found out about what had she’d done. And she knew that the sexual games of domination and submission were only getting started.
Worthington sensed that something was wrong and stared at her with concern.
“Did I say something to upset you? He asked.”
She sighed and brushed a tangle of hair from her eye, then stared up at him. It was like she was searching for answers in his face before speaking.
Finally she couldn’t contain herself any longer, “I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve spent here together. But I don’t know something just feels…I don’t know…I’m not sure I should be doing this. I’m a married woman.”
“Sophie, if at any time you would like to be driven back to the city I will have my driver take you immediately.”
Sophie didn’t say anything. Instead she sighed and continued staring at him. She felt bad for complaining. She was more than enjoying herself. She was living out a fantasy with a wonderful man who could show her things that she never would have dared to dream about. But she couldn’t shake that gnawing sense that she was doing something wrong. She also couldn’t bring herself to resist Worthington’s power and dominance.
“No, no,” Sophie said shaking her head, “that’s not what I want at all. Believe me I want to stay here with. I really do. You just have to give me time to work through my feelings.”
She paused and stared at him. She reached her hands out towards him. He clasped them in his hands.
“Can you do that for me?” She asked. “Can you give me time to figure things out?"
“Of course, but I hope you’re still willing to play tonight.”
“Will it be as intense as this afternoon?”
Worthington leaned his head back and laughed. “No don’t worry, he said. I know getting tied up for the first time was a big experience for you. I’ll be sure to make things easier for you tonight.”
“That sounds great,” she said smiling excitedly.
“Close your eyes and I’ll be right back,” Worthington said.
He repeated the command and she did as told. She heard him going back into the house.
A few minutes later he was behind her, whispering in her ear.
“Keep your eyes closed. I’m going to put a blindfold over you. Then I’m going to tie your arms behind your back. Do you think that you can handle that?”
“Yes,” she said.
“That’s not how I want you to answer me from now on. Do you understand me?”
She shook her head yes. She still had her eyes clamped shut. “From now on, I want you to refer to me as Master Worthington, Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master Worthington.”
“That’s better. Do you promise to obey all of my commands?”
“Yes, Master Worthington.”
“Much better.”
Worthington placed a piece of black fabric over her eyes and tied it behind her head.
“Put your arms behind your back,” he said.
“Yes, Master Worthington,” Sophie said. She put her arms behind her back and waited for Worthington to bind them.
As he wrapped the fabric around her wrists and tightened it, she felt a surge of electricity pass through her body. The memory of how she had been bound so helplessly hours before came flooding back to her. She could feel her pussy getting wet, very wet. She would have loved to finger herself and bring herself to the point of orgasm but she would have to wait patiently until Worthington took her to that place where she would no longer be able to control herself.
When he finished tying her wrists together, he came back around to the front of her and kissed her on the lips.
“Stand up,” he said.
She did as commanded. He took her hand and led her back into the house. Her whole body trembled with excitement.
Moments later Worthington led her into a bedroom.
“Get down on your knees,” he said.
She did as he commanded. She could feel the softness of the carpet beneath her knees. She felt his strong, powerful hand on her shoulder. She felt helpless. But she also felt safe and protected. It was a feeling unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
She waited for the next command. She could hear taking off his clothes—first his shirt, then his pants. Then he pulled the straps of her dress from her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra. As the skirt fell down past her breasts, she felt totally exposed and even more vulnerable.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. His touch electrified her. She hungered for his cock. She wanted it in her mouth and then in her wet pussy. She could feel the moist lips of her pussy swelling. She needed him inside of her, filling her up, pumping her with his strong cock like no man had ever done before.
Seconds later she felt the head of his cock brushing across her lips.
“Do you like that?” He asked. “Do you like how my cock feels on your lips?"
“Yes,” she said smiling.
“What did you say? Worthington said angrily, pulling his cock away from her mouth. “Have you already forgotten how I told you to address me?”
Sophie shook her head nervously. She’d gotten caught up in the moment.
“I apologize, Master Worthington,” she said. “It won’t happen again.”
Worthington sm
iled triumphantly as he stared down at her.
“You’re right it won’t happen again. You know why?” He asked.
“No, Master Worthington, I don’t. Please forgive me, Master Worthington. I’m very sorry.”
“I’m going to give you a bit of punishment so you remember to obey.”
“Yes, Master Worthington,” Sophie said.
She was happy that she’d forgotten to address him properly. She was eager to receive whatever punishment he deemed appropriate.
“Stand up,” he told her.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him.
“Now, I’ll get to see how well you handle punishment. I want you lay across my lap.
Sophie held out her arms. Worthington got her in position on his knees. He smiled lustily as he rubbed his hands on her smooth skin. He rubbed them up and down her thighs, stopping right at the beginning of her butt cheeks, then worked his way back down again.
Sophie shivered with excitement. No man had ever take control of her so completely. No man had ever touched her with such confidence.
He began rubbing his hand on her round butt cheeks. He smiled as he felt her trembling beneath her touch.
SMACK. He brought his hand down hard on her buttocks. Sophie jumped when she felt the unexpected contact.
SMACK SMACK SMACK. He brought his hand down three more times in quick succession.
Sophie’s ass burned from the hard smacks. But she didn’t want him to stop, not until she couldn’t take it anymore, not until he’d turned her ass completely red.
SMACK SMACK SMACK. Each time Worthington brought his hand down with more force.
“You like when I smack your ass like that? Do you?”
“Yes, Master Worthington. Please, smack me harder. Please!”
Worthington gladly obliged, stinging her ass with the palm of his hand. He smiled with delight. He greatly enjoyed the spectacle of her obedience and submission. Her beautiful ass was bright red. He thought about continuing but he didn’t to hurt her or to rush things. He knew that there would be plenty more times for them to play that summer. And he knew that these types of affairs were always more fun when you took your time.
He rubbed his hand gently back and forth over reddened flesh. Sophie was still trembling beneath his touch.
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said.
“But Master Worthington couldn’t you give me a few more smacks. I’ve been a very bad girl and I need to be punished.”
Worthington grinned and shook he head. Once again he was impressed. Most women who were new to these types of relationships would have been more than happy to call it a night. But not Sophie. She was primed and ready for more.
“I had a feeling when I first saw you that things would work out between us,” he said.
SMACK SMACK. Sophie squealed, then screamed out in pain.
“You remember when you came to my office that first time and you could barely make eye contact with me?”
Before Sophie could answer his hand stung her ass several more times. She was in pain. But it was a delicious feeling—a feeling she wanted to savor for as long as possible.
Worthington moved her off his lap and put her onto the bed.
He untied her wrists and then removed the blindfold. Sophie squinted a few times as her eyes readjusted to the light. Worthington was standing over her looking directly into her eyes.
She smiled then extended her arms towards him. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily. Their tongues darted passionately in and out of each other’s mouths. It was the most sensual kiss Sophie had experienced in years. She couldn’t remember Jeffery ever kissing her so deeply.
Their two naked bodies pressed into each other on the bed. They kissed, sucked, and nibbled. And eventually they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
They stayed in the Hampton’s for the next few days. With each moment they spent together, Sophie felt that she was falling deeper and deeper under Worthington’s control. When it finally came time to head back to the city, she had no idea how she would deal with her husband.
But she wasn’t concerned with that. The time she’d spent with Worthington had turned her into a new woman. She knew that going forward she would do whatever he said. He would be her Master. Master Worthington.
THE END
The Secretary’s Secret Desires
BDSM ROMANCE
By: Amanda Bolton
The Secretary’s Secret Desires
Chapter One –
A disconcerting ambiance distended from the kitchen of the Cabot household, the unnerving silence interposed by the gentle plops of the leaky faucet. Piper pushed her ear up against the swinging door, the sound of her mother's jarring, listless cries seeping through the cherry wood. The pouf skirt of her watermelon-printed sundress swished against her ruffled knee-highs as she lifted the macaroni-adorned vase and dessert treat, the tray wobbling in her small, porky fingers. She grinned proudly, examining the plate of soggy brownie squares imbedded with candied chocolate pieces she had strenuously concocted in her easy-bake oven. She fluffed the petals of the single daisy she had rooted from the front yard, quickly snatching the folded, crayola-scribbled construction paper from the coffee table. She burst through the kitchen door, her dimples deepening.
Lily Fairchild was seated on the kitchen counter with her legs stretched out against the tile, slacked against the windowsill. She smoked the remnants of her cigarette, crushing the stub in an upturned jar cover, overflowing with smoked roaches. Piper's bottom lip quivered as she stared wistfully at her mother's wretched, tragic demeanor, bereft of her once stunning features after years of resorting to the plagues of alcohol and drug abuse.
Piper had once stumbled upon a dusty photo album buried in a shoebox within her mother's closet, Lily's captured moments manifested as a bubbly, young woman with coiling, springy blonde hair and laughing, voltaic, blue eyes. Piper kept the album hidden within the entanglements of the beanbag limbs in her toy chest, spending countless hours in the middle of the night, repeatedly poring through Lily's brief chapter of genuine happiness. Piper often consulted the album for consolation during her mother's frequent “episodes” - as Nana would call it – reminding herself Lily was once a different person at a simpler time.
Lily finally noticed her daughter standing across from her, the loose strap of her unwashed, duster housedress sliding down her gristly, leathery arm. A sneer unfurled on her graying, chapped lips. She smacked the end of her cigarette carton, blankly blinking at her young daughter, the luster lost in her swollen, bloodshot eyes.
“What do you want now?” barked Lily, pushing another lit cigarette between her lips. She blew a thread of smoke out the cracked window, her drooping, jowled chin quavering.
“I made you brownies, Mama!” exclaimed Piper, giddily dawdling over, lifting the tray towards the blatantly disgusted expression etched across her mother's face. Piper continued, disregarding Lily's seething look, “I made it myself, too – Nana says I'm a big girl now. Here, Mama, look! I made you a card –”
“I don't want your damn brownies or your stupid fucking card,” Lily hissed, turning back to analyze the still-empty driveway through the open kitchen window.
Piper's face fell, her cheeks burning. Her mother's stinging words resounded through the tunnels of her ears. She lay the tray upon the oval, laced table linen of the dining table. She retrieved the homemade card from the tray and offered it shakily to her mother. The cover of the card had taken her hours to perfect. It was a blocky drawing of her mother, Nana, and herself, their circular hands linked as they posed in front of a vibrantly drawn castle, garnished with splashes of purple and golden glitter.
“Do you like it, Mama? Please don't cry. Nana said Daddy's not coming home but I'm still here, and Nana's still here, so cheer up, Ma –”
Piper gasped, cowering as Lily snatched the card from her grasp and shredded it to pieces, a glob of drool dribbling out the sides of her ter
rifying snarl.
“Mama, please, don't!” cried Piper, desperately gathering the cruel confetti scattering across the floor. “Mama, no, what're you –”
Piper clung on to Lily's leg, bawling tears streaking down her cheeks. Lily grunted, her leg squirming out of the young girl's frantic hold, proceeding to hoist the tray off the table. She picked up the brownie squares individually and hurled them towards the door, the cherry wood caked with splats of chocolate mush.
“It's your – fucking – fault,” breathed Lily, her eyes rounding deliriously as she attempted to pry the glued macaroni bits off the vase, “– your father left – and now you're gonna throw it in my face? You manipulative, sneaky little bitch!”
Piper cried as her mother punted the tray towards the wall, the metal object crashing to the floor in a discordant clang. The kitchen door swung open, Nana Cabot barging in, her glinting, wrinkly-lidded eyes licked with fury, magnified by the thick lenses of her round, gold-rimmed frames. Although a petite, stout woman with peroxide-dipped, cropped curls and a matching tracksuit, she exuded an unwavering air of intimidation, enough to silence the room almost instantly.
Nana lifted Piper off the ground by her elbow. She scanned the damage as Piper wrapped her arms around her grandmother's waist, sniveling into the fuzzy pink of her tracksuit. Nana scooped up her granddaughter and seated her on a wooden chair. She whirled around to face Lily, peering up at her daughter-in-law, prodding a finger forcefully against her chest.
“How dare you blame my son's indiscretions on your own daughter? And when she's trying so hard, have you no heart –”
“NO!” shrieked Lily, pounding her fist against her chest, “As a matter of fact, I don't! Your son fucked off with it –”
“Language!” warned Nana, furrowing her peppered brows, “Get outta here, Lily – time for you to cool off.”
Lily stormed out of the kitchen, her ghoulish, maddened screams reverberating up the staircase. Piper sniffed, her lips spreading in a watery smile as Nana bent over, reaching towards the oven. She produced a plate with a slice of her famous pie, stuffed with blueberry filling and topped with a perfectly-baked, lattice crust. Piper happily shoved a forkful of pie into her mouth, gleefully chewing away the negativity of the preceding events. She wrapped her arms around Nana's waist, the flowery scent of her freesia perfume drifting into Piper's nostrils...
