by Maggie Ryan
"Yes, that would be a definite plus, Sir," she whispered, the place between her thighs moistening as the events of the day, the romantic proposal she had almost ruined but was saved at the last moment, played again in her head. "I do believe that would do me a lot of good. Mom and Dad can have the house to themselves at last. They'll be so happy knowing you are taking such good care of their baby… of me." Looking towards her mother, the women both smiled, knowing that everyone was thrilled that Barbara had found her true niche.
Chuckling, Garrett bent down and kissed her, pulling her closer, his arm draped across her shoulders. "You, young lady, are a little minx. I just hope you remember those words, little mermaid of mine."
Sighing, happier than she had ever been, Ariel laid her head on his shoulder, one hand in his, the other lifting and turning again and again so she could admire the ring she would never, ever take off.
Chapter 7
Garrett carried another box to his car, shoving it in beside the several he had already loaded. Seeing Ariel skipping down the steps with another, he shook his head. "Honey, that's got to be it."
"But I've got so many more," she said, ducking under his arm to attempt to slip her box into the backseat. Giving it a hard shove, she had to admit that nothing else bigger than a matchbox would fit. "Well, I suppose these will have to do. We can come back for the others later."
Garrett shut the door and snagged her arm, pulling her to him. "You know, all I care about is having you with me. I don't care about any of this stuff."
"You'd care when I started using your razor and shaving cream, or wearing your boxers," Ariel countered, lifting onto her toes to kiss his cheek. "It just looks like a lot, it's not that much really."
"You'd better remember what happens to naughty girls who lie, young lady," Garrett teased, reaching down to pop her butt. "I really don't think you want to add another demerit to those you'll be paying for in just a bit."
Ariel swallowed hard, the very word demerit instantly causing her panties to moisten and her heart to race. "Um, okay, maybe it's bit more than I thought," she admitted, looking in the backseat and seeing absolutely no space. "I didn't know I had so much stuff."
"Honey, it's okay, we just can't get it all tonight. It's time we get going; I know your folks have got to be tired."
"Okay," Ariel agreed, slipping out of his arms and turning back towards the house. "Just let me grab my suitcase," she began but then squealed when she was lifted off her feet.
"Nope, not another single item," Garrett said, opening the front door of the car and dropping her inside.
"But—"
"Unless that's spelled with two t's, letting me know that you understand where I'll be focusing my attention, I suggest you don't say another word. You just sit there like a good girl and think about the demerits you've already earned today. I'll tell your folks goodbye, and let them know we'll be back tomorrow to get the rest of your stuff, understand?" When he saw her mouth open and then snap closed, her head bobbing furiously, he grinned. "Good girl, I'll be back in a moment."
Ariel watched as he calmly turned, shut her door, then walked up the stairs. Seeing his long legs easily taking the steps two at a time, his ass filling out his jeans quite nicely, she smiled and shivered. How was she supposed to think about demerits when all she could think about was getting that man naked and celebrating their engagement properly? Giggling, she looked down, once again admiring her ring. Giving a small shriek as the driver's door opened, she turned as Garrett slid into the car.
"Are you thinking?" he asked with a grin, slipping the key into the ignition. Her flush and guilty look was his answer. As he took the circular drive out onto the street, he warned, "I highly suggest you stop admiring your ring and start thinking about your demerits. If not, well, I guarantee the next color you'll be admiring is the color of your ass, though I'm not sure even I can make it sparkle."
Shivering at his promise, Ariel put her hands under her thighs, removing the temptation of her newest piece of jewelry. Turning her mind to her task, she desperately tried not only to remember, but to pray she'd have the right answer by the time she was standing, naked and vulnerable, in front of the man she had just promised to wed.
*****
"You've got twenty minutes to get ready." Garrett stood up from the table where he and Ariel had just finished dinner. "I expect you to be in position, and prepared to clear away your demerits, by the time I join you." He carried their plates to the sink as she slid from her chair. "Go on and shower, I'll have the door unlocked by the time you get out."
"Yes, Sir," Ariel said softly, pausing to put her arms around his waist and give him a hug. She smiled into his chest as his arms folded around her, hugging her in return before placing a kiss on top of her head. When his hand dropped to slap sharply against her ass, she squealed, and released him to scurry from the kitchen.
Showering quickly, she dried her hair and was trying to decide if she should put it up or leave it down, when she heard "five minutes" being called up the stairs. Decision made out of necessity, she left her hair flowing down her back and ran into the bedroom.
Though she had only officially moved in with him within the last two hours, she had a drawer that had slowly been filling with items for months. Pushing aside the many pretty bra and panty sets that had found their way to Garrett's house, she selected a pair of plain white panties, quickly slipping them on. Going to the closet, she wasted a few seconds as she inhaled the scent of Garrett's belongings; a scent that had the ability to have her fresh panties already becoming a bit damp. Ignoring the rail which held some of her clothing, she removed one of his dress shirts from its hanger and pulled it on, buttoning it all the way. She instantly felt comforted, as though he were holding her close to him. Slipping her hands across the starched fabric, she smiled, feeling the tails of the shirt brush against the backs of her knees. Closing the closet door, she flipped off the light and ran down the hall, opening a door at the end and climbing a narrow flight of stairs.
Before she reached for the doorknob, Ariel took several deep breaths. Once she passed the portal of the door, she was to be in the proper frame of mind. While Garrett adored her spunk and playfulness, there were times when she was to remember that sometimes that same tendency to find mischief had consequences. From his talk of demerits, and his sending her to prepare herself, she knew that tonight was one of those times.
Opening the door, she stepped inside, allowing the moonlight from the windows to guide her across the room. At her destination, she turned to face the corner, bending forward to press her nose into the wall, her stance widening until her feet were shoulder width apart. Placing her hands across her back, she cupped her elbows and settled in to wait.
Garrett didn't make her wait for long. It seemed like only a minute had passed before she heard the door opening and then closing again. She listened as he moved around the room, knowing that it was useless to try to guess what exactly he had planned. In this room, she was no longer his fiancée—she was his submissive, and he was her very demanding Dom.
"Shirt up," Garrett instructed, and watched as her small hands moved to pull the tail of his shirt to her waist, holding it in place. The sight of her panty-clad bottom made him smile in anticipation. There was nothing better than his woman, standing in the corner, her petite form swamped by his shirt, her chastely covered bottom beginning to quiver just the slightest as her mind raced, wondering exactly what would be demanded of those rounded globes. Garrett almost chuckled as his mind amended that last thought. Seeing her bare bottom after he had finished administering the lesson she needed, glowing red and emitting its own heat as she submitted her body to him, was definitely a vision that eclipsed the one he was presently enjoying. Gathering the items he needed, he began.
"Come."
Ariel took another deep breath, and turned from the wall. With her eyes lowered, she moved across the room, stopping about a foot from him. Remaining still and quiet, she waited as he walked
a circle around her, his footsteps silent on the heavily padded floor of their playroom. Except tonight, it wasn't a playroom; it was her punishment room. She began to tremble at his silence, thoughts churning in her mind as she replayed the day's events. A small gasp was her first utterance when she felt his finger moving down her left arm, the touch so light, and yet she was aware of the heat of his fingertip as it moved to her ring finger, gently tapping against the diamond. From just that simple touch, she knew he was communicating that no matter how much she endured at his hands, every touch, every stroke was given out of love. She knew she would do her best not to fail—to submit to all he desired.
His finger moved to continue its journey down the small of her back, to dip inside the waistband of her panties. The heat seemed to increase as he swept his finger across the beginning swell of her buttocks, and she felt another rush of moisture fill her sex, and blushed as she realized her punishment panties were most likely going to be completely drenched before he removed them.
Garrett toyed with her for another few moments, as both of his hands cupped her buttocks as if weighing their merit. Squeezing them lightly, he was awarded another small gasp, his cock stiffening within the confines of his jeans. Still silent, he released the delectable globes and moved around to face her. His hands encircled her waist, his fingers teasing as they trailed up her ribs until they moved to briefly cup her breasts, easily holding them in his palms. The gasp turned into a soft moan as his large thumbs brushed across nipples that were already taut beneath the shirt. "Naughty," he whispered, as she arched just the slightest, as if begging for a harder touch. Releasing her breasts, his fingers moved to the button just beneath her throat, slowly undoing it, as well as the next several, until he could fold back the fabric to expose the breasts he has just held. As the air wafted across them, her nipples grew even more puckered, the raspberry colored buds protruding from the darker, rose colored areolas. He grinned as he saw her begin to arch again, but obviously remembering his earlier word, she stilled.
"Shall we test your ability to obey?" he said, his voice low. Though it was a question, he understood that Ariel knew was a rhetorical one, needing no answer. It was his decision alone as to what he desired. It was her duty to accept whatever that decision entailed. Slowly unbuttoning the rest of the shirt, he pulled the fabric apart, moving behind her to tie the halves into a knot at the small of her back. He could easily have removed it completely, but something about having her clothed—and yet bared—made it all the more erotic. Pulling a band from his pocket, he gathered her hair with his hands, quickly pulling it into a ponytail at the crown of her head. "No need to tangle it when I tend to your back." He watched her swallow hard, showing her understanding.
"Hands," he said, and when she offered them, he placed fur lined cuffs around her wrists and then snapped the two together. Stepping away, he moved to the wall and pushed one of several buttons on a control panel, lowering the chain from its resting place against a sturdy beam that ran across the ceiling. Walking back to her, he took her arms, lifting them above her head and attaching them to a large, metal ring. The sound of her soft moan caused his cock to twitch again, but it would be a long time before it received any relief.
Her breasts swelled and her nipples throbbed as she licked her lips. It continued to amaze her that these games, these punishments, the sharing of their kink, had her so aroused that she was now dripping into her panties. She felt his hands at her ankles, guiding them apart before placing cuffs around them, anchoring both to rings he revealed as he moved aside a section of the padded floor. Though she knew her body could still twist once he truly began, she was going absolutely nowhere until her Dom released her. As his hands drifted up each leg, fingertips skimming along skin that rose into goose pebbles at his touch, Ariel heard him chuckle.
"Naughty, naughty," he whispered, before bending forward to press his face close to her crotch, loudly inhaling her unique scent. He was thrilled at her obvious arousal, his tongue darting out to give one long, slow sweep across the gusset of her panties. Loving the sound of her inhaled breath, and the slight thrust of her hips as if seeking his tongue, he stood, and lifted her chin so that their eyes met. "Quite soaked already, I see," he said, stating what was obvious to her as well. "You may drip, Ariel, but you may not cum, do you understand?"
"Ye-yes, Sir," she whispered, this question one that required her verbal response.
"See that you obey, little girl, or perhaps I'll leave your cunt empty and weeping."
Ariel trembled, the coarse words of his threat nothing new. He often drove her to the edge time and time again, loving the sound of her begging but denying her release. If she wished to feel the ecstasy of pleasure after enduring the exquisite ecstasy of pain, she would have to consciously fight her body's need for release.
"Yes, Sir," she said again, mentally preparing herself for a long session where only he would decide the conclusion.
Moving to a large wardrobe against a wall, Garrett opened the door and removed his first choice of implements. Ariel felt some tension release from her as she recognized the soft flogger in his hand. She would most definitely feel its sting, but the bite was one she thoroughly enjoyed.
"What are your words?" he asked as walked towards her.
"'Mercy' if I need a short break, and 'Red' if I need you to stop," Ariel answered, knowing that he wasn't concerned about 'Green' or 'Yellow' also used in their play.
"Good girl," Garrett said with a smile. "You may cry for mercy, but 'Red' is a word I don't expect to hear unless you are beyond what I know you can take." It was a reminder that she was being punished, that though she could use her safeword, she needed to trust her Dom, and his knowledge of her body as well as her heart.
"Yes, Sir," she said for the third time. When the handle of the flogger was presented to her lips, she opened her mouth and accepted it. Feeling its weight between her teeth, she felt her body shudder in anticipation. She watched as he stood back, slowly rolling up the cuffs of the shirt he had changed into. It was almost a uniform of sorts, her in one of his shirts and virginal white briefs, and he in an identical white shirt and jeans. There was just something about watching his deliberate movements as he bared his forearms that touched a need deep inside her. Another gush of moisture filled her panties.
"Release," he said. She opened her mouth for him to remove the flogger. Garrett slowly drew the leather strips between his fingers, separating each one from its neighbor, making sure every individual strand would be free to leave its own mark on her pale skin. "Ready?" he asked, giving her a smile that made her heart stutter.
"Yes, Sir," she replied for the final time.
The first blow landed against the side of her left breast, the strands wrapping around it to lick at the valley between each hillock. The blows continued, each soft caress also carrying the slight bite of pain. Garrett continued without speaking, moving to various positions to flog both breasts, listening to her sounds—which ranged from soft moans, to occasional quick gasps at a stroke that had a heavier bite than the previous. He didn't believe in hurrying.
Once they stepped into this room, once the door was closed to shut out the world, the only thing he concentrated on was Ariel. The flogger continued to kiss her skin until she began to twist away, her breasts crisscrossed with pale lines of pink. Her nipples stood at attention, hard points so tightly puckered that they were throbbing. Garrett had expertly used the flogger to color both the tops of her breasts as well as the sensitive undersides, but had made certain not to allow the strands to land across the twin buds.
Ariel's previous experience under his hands had taught her that it wasn't out of his fear of causing her nipples pain—it simply meant that her Dom had yet to give her nipples the attention they appeared to be begging him to deliver.
Stepping to her again, he held the flogger to her lips, where she instantly kissed the implement that had so beautifully sensitized her skin. She stood in her restraints, her body shuddering as she
watched him return from the wardrobe once more. Her eyes widened as she saw that he held the pink clamshell in his hand, and she wondered what on earth had caused him to bring it to this room.
Well aware of her confusion, Garrett stood in front of her, his free hand reaching out to stroke against the slight wheals against her skin. The moan she gave when he bent forward to draw a nipple into his mouth had his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. Once the nipple had been moistened, throbbing with its own need, he lifted the shell. The sight of her eyes, growing wide in understanding, thrilled him as he manipulated the shell, his fingers pinching it open and closed a few times before moving it towards her nipple.
"It was quite naughty of you to toss away my gift, wasn't it, my love?" he asked, the shell now a fraction of an inch away from her turgid tip. "I specifically remember telling you no."
"Ye-yes, Sir," she managed to whisper, knowing that his instruction had come at the exact moment she had released the shell, but understanding that it didn't really matter.
She gave a soft shriek as he opened the shell and then allowed it to close, her nipple trapped within the decorated toy.
As he slowly released it, they both looked at her breast, the pink lines caused by her flogging pale in comparison to the almost neon pink of the clamshell now hanging from her nipple.
"Oh, God," Ariel gasped, the inconsequential weight of the toy seeming to grow by the second.
Garrett left the shell in place as he moved to suckle at her right breast, his tongue soothing the wheals before his lips closed around the nipple. Ariel couldn't stop either the moans, or her body from trembling in pleasure mixed with pain. She felt her clit beginning to pulse, her desire quickly escalating to the point that she would have to seriously fight against a spontaneous explosion. When her nipple popped from his mouth, he grinned, reaching the short distance required to take hold of the shell again.
