“Stop. Go out to the cabinet in the sitting room. Bring back the butt plug and the hairbrush.”
Kyra slid of the bed and headed for the cabinet he’d opened on her first day. She wasn’t surprised that he knew exactly what was in it, even though as far as she was aware, he hadn’t seen the inside of it for several months. The man had a mind like a steel trap. She picked up the plug and the flat wooden brush, her hands shaking. He’d never used a hairbrush on her, but she’d felt the wicked sting of the long wooden paddle. This was much smaller. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
When she came back into the bedroom, Harmon was still in the same position by the side of the bed, but he’d taken off his linen jacket and shirt and was clad only in his usual jeans. She stood there for a moment, taking him in—the broad shoulders narrowing into a slim waist and tight ass, the powerful delts and biceps he’d built up in his workouts with Marcus. His body turned her on as much as his domination.
She came closer to hand him the implements. He took the hairbrush, leaving the butt plug in her hand. She glanced up at him, confused.
His eyes were cold. “Get back on the bed. Raise your knees and spread your legs wide. I want to watch you slide that plug up your ass.”
“No!” She uttered the word without thinking, then clapped a hand over her mouth.
Harmon didn’t hesitate. He sank down on the bed, grabbed her and pulled her over his lap in one swift motion. Before she could draw a breath, the hairbrush cracked down on her bare bottom, half a dozen sharp swats, all in the same place.
“Aaaah!” There was no question in her mind now. The hairbrush hurt like hell. Even worse than the long paddle. Maybe because the force of each whack was concentrated on a much smaller spot.
He let her go just as quickly. “Do as you’re told. On your back, with your knees up, spread wide.”
Stunned at the vicious heat blistering her bottom, Kyra crawled back to the center of the bed. As she raised her knees to her chest, she lowered her head, grateful that he wouldn’t see the shame in her eyes.
But he knew her too well by now, knew just what buttons to push for maximum effect.
“Look at me, Kyra. I want you to look me in the eyes while I watch. You’re going to show me everything you did while you fantasized last night. After all, I am your master. I was out of town yesterday, hard at work, and I missed all the fun. You wouldn’t want to deny me seeing how you chose to pleasure your body while I was gone, would you?”
Guilt washed over her. He’d always made her come during their sessions, usually bringing her to orgasm multiple times before allowing himself release. And she hadn’t even been able to follow one simple rule. She’d have been too ashamed to admit to him while he was away that she wanted to masturbate, too overcome with embarrassment to even consider mentioning it. Until now, she thought she was ready to accept whatever punishment he would dole out. But she never expected this—being told to act so shamelessly while he stood there and watched. She’d rather be spanked and spanked hard than be made to slide that plug up her own ass in front of him.
“Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t expect you to follow the rules if they don’t suit you? Don’t assume that you’ll still be submissive to me if I’m not right in front of you? You do not get to pick and choose when you’ll be my sub and when you won’t. Now do as you’re told without another word—or we’re through.”
His voice was so hard. Kyra cringed. She did want to please him. And she didn’t want to leave. He was right. Being his sub didn’t give her the option of only following the rules when she wanted to, only obeying the commands she liked.
Hesitantly, she spoke. “Please, sir, may I have permission to get the lube from the cabinet?”
She saw him hesitate, wanting to say no. But after waiting a moment, he gave a single nod of his head. Kyra rolled over and got out of bed, hurrying into the sitting room to get a tube of anal lubrication she’d seen in the cabinet there. When she came back, Harmon had moved to the foot of the bed and piled several pillows in the center.
“Lie here, face up, and put your hips on the pillows so your ass is nice and high.”
Awkwardly, she did as she was told.
“Now spread your legs and raise your knees to your chest like you did before. And start over—showing me everything you did while you tell me all about it. How it felt, what you were thinking. And you’d better do a good job.”
His last words flipped a switch in her head. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to obey his every command, to be a slut who would do such shameless things just to please him. Kyra started to describe the scene she’d been thinking about.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning. My mind kept going back to our last session in the lab, the night before you left. I ran my hand down between my legs and that felt so good, I decided to get out my vibrator. I turned it on.”
The vibrator buzzed to life in her hand and she went on. “I spread my legs apart and put it right on my clit. Like you do sometimes. Like this.”
She ran it lightly back and forth and shivered as her tiny nub hardened. “Then I spread myself apart with the fingers of one hand… like this… so I could get it right up against me. I was getting hotter and I started thinking about how you fucked my ass with that dildo.”
She squeezed her thighs together, holding the vibrator in place on her clit, and reached for the butt plug. Opening the tube of lubricant, she put some in the palm of her hand, working it up and down to coat the plug. This one was soft silicone, longer and thinner, warmer to the touch than the metal one Harmon had used on her in the past.
She spread her legs apart again, and held the vibrator in place with one hand while running the tip of the plug around the rim of her ass.
“You did this,” she said, slowly sliding the tip into her tight bottom hole. “You pulled it back out and put it in me again, over and over, each time sticking it in a little further.” Her hands followed her words and soon she was panting heavily. “All the while… you had one of your special pads fastened over my clit. It was pulsing… getting me so hot I started raising my ass… like this… to take in more of that dildo.”
Her voice was ragged, the words coming in little bursts. She saw Harmon take off his pants, saw him stroking himself as he watched and listened. She slid the plug in a little further and gasped when the widest part of it entered her.
“Oooh… it’s all the way up in my ass now, just like it was that night.” Her hand moved. “I can feel my bottom tightening around the part where it narrows down again, holding it in place inside me. The vibrations on my clit are getting stronger. The rhythm has changed now. Two short pulses, then a long hard one. You’re fucking my ass with the dildo, timing the thrusts with the beat.”
She closed her eyes then, caught up in the sensations, reliving the memory. “That’s when you started spanking my ass.”
Kyra’s eyes flew open and she screamed as she felt the crack of the hairbrush.
“Like this?” Harmon asked, drawing back his arm and letting fly with another harsh whack.
She was face up on the pillows, her knees to her chest and her bottom completely exposed. Instinctively, her hands flew down in a futile attempt to protect herself.
“Don’t even think about it.” His voice was rough. “Grab that vibrator with one hand and use the other hand to spread yourself apart so you can hold it right against your clit.”
Kyra moaned. The moan turned into a wail when he hit her again. With her legs up and apart, her bottom cheeks didn’t have any cushioning from his blows. Every whack seared her flesh like a branding iron.
He spanked her hard and fast, finally stopping to yank the vibrator out of her hand. “You’ve already come without me, remember? You don’t get rewarded by being allowed to come again.”
He got up over her then, straddling her body as he brought his cock to her mouth. “Now it’s my turn. Suck it. Suck my dick.”
Kyra open
ed her mouth. He rammed his cock down her throat and she struggled to take it in. Harmon fucked her mouth with the same raw fury he’d used to spank her ass. This was no game. This was no virtual world fantasy. It was all him. Demanding. Relentless. Powerful.
She felt his body tense and heard his harsh cry as he shot his come down her throat. Kyra closed her eyes, unwilling for him to see the hot tears welling up. She felt him get off the bed, heard him pull up his zipper. Then his hands grabbed her head, turning it toward him.
“I thought we were building something together, Kyra. I thought this was all about us, that you were happy and content to get your sexual satisfaction only from your dom. I didn’t realize that anybody—or in this case any thing—would do just as well for you.” He picked up the vibrator. Then, as an afterthought, he reached down and slowly pulled the plug out of her ass. “I’ll take the toys with me—since you can’t be trusted with them.”
He turned and walked out of the room without another word, leaving Kyra to sob her heart out, feeling empty and ashamed.
* * *
Harmon walked out of the room, shaking inside. He headed for the gym, determined to sweat off the remnants of his anger. He’d taken no real pleasure in that orgasm. It had been all about getting even. He tried for nearly an hour to get into a workout, but he kept seeing Kyra’s tear-streaked face, the misery in her eyes.
Finally he left the gym and headed for his private office. Without really thinking, he sat down behind the desk and found himself scrolling through his list of contacts, looking for someone he could turn to, someone to answer the questions he hadn’t even formed.
Dr. Matthews popped up, the last psychologist he consulted. Matthews was old, probably close to retirement age. But the guy had been surprisingly hip. Maybe because by now he’d seen and heard it all. Jake glanced at his watch as the phone rang, relieved to see that it was only ten p.m. Hopefully Matthews wouldn’t consider it too late for a call from a patient he’d seen only a handful of times.
He introduced himself.
“Jake. My man. What’s up?” Matthews’ voice was warm.
“I hope you don’t mind my calling, but I’ve got a problem and I don’t know where to turn.”
“That’s why I get the big bucks. Talk to me.”
Somehow it was easier to spill things out on the phone than it ever was when he was sitting in front of the guy. He told Matthews everything. Wanting someone he could actually have a relationship with, finding a hot chick with an incredible brain who was into domination. He laid it all out, talked about how he’d always been drawn to that as well, but had never found anyone who gave him the thrill he sought. Then he met Kyra.
Harmon described a little about her circumstances and his decision to bring her into his life. “I even did some in-depth research into the D/s lifestyle before approaching her.”
Matthews chuckled. “Of course you did. I would have expected nothing less from you.”
“I set things up, offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse. She moved in here and went to work for me. During the day, she’s been fantastic—a real asset to my business. After hours, things were going great too. It all clicked for me, for the first time in my life. Tonight I got home from a business trip and went straight to her room. I even bought her a present. I guess I had my hopes up. I fell into my own trap—set up a fantasy where she’d throw herself into my arms and we’d have a really hot night.”
“And it didn’t happen.”
“Hell, no. In fact, it was a disaster. She did something she shouldn’t have while I was gone, never mind what, and it pissed me off. I was furious. I deliberately humiliated her and punished her harder than I ever have. Then I walked out and left her in tears. She was the one who broke the rules. But I’m sitting here feeling like a total shit.”
“I’m going to tell it to you straight. You probably were a total shit.”
Harmon was speechless. No one ever talked to him like that.
“You’ve been brutally honest with me and I’m going to do the same with you, Jake. In my line of work, over the years I’ve learned some things about the D/s lifestyle from people who live it full time. In many ways, it’s no different than any other relationship. Being a dom doesn’t mean you get to take out all your anger and frustration on your sub/partner. She’s where she is because by now she truly cares about you. That’s why she accepts and even welcomes your discipline. The key word here is discipline. If you look up synonyms for it, you’ll find words like training. Correction. Control. Teaching.”
Matthews went on. “You said you bought her a present. You reached out to her, allowed yourself to be vulnerable. But it didn’t turn out the way you hoped it would. My guess is, below the anger, you felt hurt.”
Harmon wanted to argue, tell Matthews he was wrong. But instead he found himself saying, “Yeah, maybe I was hurt by what she did.”
“You made a mistake and punished her when you were angry,” Matthews said. “It wasn’t out of love or concern for her, to help her become a better person. It was to make her hurt, because you were hurting. That’s not domination. That’s not discipline. That’s retribution. And punishing someone as retribution, even in a D/s relationship, is wrong… because it doesn’t come from love or caring. It’s selfish.”
Matthews went on without a pause. “What every guy wants in a relationship, whether D/s or vanilla, is a woman who shows us that we come first in her life—sometimes even before her own needs and desires. As a dom, you’re going to be drawn to strong women. There’s no thrill in dominating a woman who just rolls over and does everything she’s told.”
“That’s for sure. I’ve had a few of those women, doing whatever they thought I wanted, hoping to score a rich boyfriend. Kyra’s not like that. You’re right. She’s got a mind of her own.”
“That makes her submissiveness to you a gift—a gift given freely, from her heart. And you have a huge responsibility to honor that gift. That’s why after a punishment spanking, you make sure to treat her gently. You show her all is forgiven and you still care about her. The slate is clean now and you’re willing to start over because she’s really trying to do her best to please you. Nobody’s perfect, Jake. She’s going to fuck up. Sometimes on purpose, just to show you she’s not a doormat. That underneath she’s still the strong, independent woman you fell in love with.”
Jake broke in. “I’m not in love with her. She’s just someone I spend time with when I’m not working… and someone I work with.”
“Of course not. Sorry. My mistake.” But Matthews didn’t sound sorry. In fact, he sounded mildly amused. “As you know, therapists don’t normally give advice. So I’m going to tell you this as a man, Jake, not as your therapist. A man who’s been in a wonderful relationship for over thirty years—and I’ve had to work my ass off every day to keep it that way. A relationship only succeeds if both partners keep on working at it. This woman is special. She’s helping you become a better human being in ways I never could. The fact that you, Jake Harmon, reached out to another person tonight for advice proves it.
“You have some work to do now, Jake, if you want this relationship to continue,” Matthews declared. “Go to her. Tell her you were wrong to do what you did. Tell her you’re sorry… and ask her to forgive you.”
“Thanks, doc. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
Jake said goodbye to the doctor and hung up. He sat unmoving for a long time. Then he picked up his phone to send her a message. A text was waiting. It must have come in while he was busy in the gym.
I’m so sorry. Please forgive me and give me another chance.
He stormed out into the hall. Without even knocking, he yanked open the door and strode into her room. Kyra was huddled on the bed, eyes closed, her face streaked with tears. Harmon realized she must have waited anxiously for him to respond to her message and finally given in to exhaustion and disappointment, crying herself to sleep.
“Matthews is right,” he muttered out loud. �
�I am a total shit.”
He knelt by the bed and took her gently in his arms.
“Kyra. I’m the one who should be sorry, babe. I hope you’ll forgive me.” Kyra opened her eyes and stared up at him. Before she could respond, he went on.
“I shouldn’t have punished you like that. I wasn’t only angry. I was hurt. I felt like I didn’t matter to you.” She started to say something then, but he put his finger to her lips, knowing he’d never have the nerve to bare his soul like this again if he stopped now.
“All my life, I’ve had trouble relating to people. I locked up my feelings inside, and my inventions, my creations, became my whole world. Since I’ve been with you, I’ve felt for the first time that I’m connected with another person. When I came in here, saw that vibrator and knew you’d used it to bring yourself to orgasm, it felt like I was just another machine to you, another mechanical device. If Jake isn’t available, well, there’s always something else that can satisfy you.”
She threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, Jake. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? It was all about you. I got so aroused thinking about the things you’ve done to me, the things we’ve done together. Making myself come while fantasizing about you was a way to have you with me last night even though you were far away.”
He kissed her then, softly. And she kissed him back.
She pulled away and looked up at him with a mischievous smile on her face. “Permission to speak, sir?”
He looked down at her, wondering what brought the grin to her face. “Granted.”
“I understand now that what I did was wrong. Next time, if you’re out of town, and I get so horny thinking about you that I can’t stand it, may I call you? Then with your approval I’ll play with myself while we’re on the phone. I’ll describe what I’m doing all along the way.”
“No. That won’t work for me.” He saw the sudden flash of hurt in her eyes and hurried on, with a stern expression on his face. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll call you next time I’m away, when I get horny… and you’ll do every nasty thing I tell you to do in front of the webcam I’m going to install in your bedroom. While I watch. And you won’t come until I say you can—or you’re getting a spanking over my knee as soon as I get home.”
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