She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to think of anything but the digit invading her body. Again her mind screamed at her to give in, but she just couldn't do it. "I'm sure, S-sir." Despite her words her voice quavered and her body trembled.
His finger pushed deeper inside her and he bit back a groan at how tight she was. The thought of taking her that way had his cock rock hard and he slowly inched his finger in and out.
Tears rolled down Leah's cheeks at the strange sensation. She didn't like the way it felt and her muscles automatically clenched in an effort to expel the intruder, not realizing that by doing so she was only making things worse. When she felt a second finger pushing in alongside the first she began to wiggle her butt, trying to pull away. The stretching sensation was painful and she wasn't sure how much more she could bear.
With his free hand Rhett grabbed her hip and held her still, preventing her efforts to get away as he finger-fucked her ass. He increased the tempo until her cries of distress filled the room. "Apologize now, or I'm going to fuck this gorgeous ass," he told her, his fingers ramming in and out of her like a piston.
The thought of his huge rod stretching her and pumping into her was enough. Her ass was already painful enough to make her think she would have difficulty sitting for quite some time; she couldn't begin to imagine how much more it would hurt to have his cock inside her. "I'm s-sorry, Sir," she whispered, tears streaming down her face to fall to the floor as her body trembled. Her stubbornness was over, she wanted it to end.
He pushed his fingers as deep inside of her as they could go, and held them there. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you." Twisting his fingers prompted a yelp that made him glad things weren't going to go any further. She wasn't ready for it, and he made a mental note to prepare her body so he could one day take her as he wanted to without causing her so much pain.
"I was a b-bad girl, Sir, and I'm s-sorry." Her face burned in humiliation, hating that he had beaten her.
Gently he slid his fingers from her and sighed heavily. Things had gone further than he had planned, and he was glad it was over. He helped her off the spanking bench, lifting her into his arms when her legs collapsed under her.
The session was over he decided, carrying her out of the dungeon and all the way up to his bedroom, where he used his foot to shove open the door since his hands were full. She was still sobbing when they got there, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, and he felt a moment's remorse, thinking he had pushed her too far.
When he reached the bed he carefully laid her down, and then made his way into the bathroom to run a bath for her. He didn't want to leave her alone while the water was running and hovered in the doorway, his eyes going from the bath to the bed.
He would have to remember not to push her so hard again, he though seeing her curled up in a fetal position on his bed, tears still running down her cheeks, though her sobs had subsided.
When the water was ready he lifted her into his arms again, like she was a child, and carried her through into the bathroom. Tenderly he lowered her into the warm water. She winced at the pain in her ass, but managed to sit up and he stripped quickly so he could join her in the oversized tub.
Tenderly he bathed her, while she sat completely still, her beautiful eyes staring ahead without really seeing.
He knew she was still in shock from earlier and he felt more than a little guilt because of it. He had never had things go so far so fast before and didn't really understand why she hadn't submitted sooner.
After he had washed her hair, he lifted her weak arms and bathed them one at a time. The color was coming back to her cheeks as he carefully washed her legs and helped her stand so he could wash her sore backside.
Needing her to respond to him, to know that he hadn't taken things to the point where she would have nothing more to do with him, he lathered his hands and washed the smooth heat of her sex. He was relieved when her body flooded his fingers, letting him know that she still wanted him physically, despite her emotional state.
Instinctively her body responded to his touch, pushing back against his fingers, her eyes closing in pleasure. For long minutes she'd been overwhelmed by the extent of the Dom persona he'd revealed to her.
She could have stopped him at any time, her weary mind told her; it had only gone as far as it had because she allowed it to. She didn't understand why she had done so; it didn't make sense to her.
As he slid his fingers from her core she whimpered in disappointment. She didn't want him to stop touching her. She wanted him to show her that he still wanted her, that her defiance hadn't changed the way he felt about her. "Please, Sir," she cried softly as he helped her sit again and washed away the remaining soap.
"What does my sweet Leah need?" He caressed her hair, brushing it away from her face, knowing he would give her anything she asked of him right then.
"Make love to me, Sir." She hated the thought of him not liking her. It made her feel empty; she needed the reassurance of his touch.
Standing he stepped out of the bath and then reached down to lift Leah into his arms. He lowered her to her feet and grabbed a towel, which he used to carefully dry every inch of body. Once she was dry he toweled himself off and then took her hand; if his girl wanted to make love then he would show her just how gentle he could be.
Laying Leah on the bed he pulled on a condom then joined her, placing small kisses all over her face. She was so damn precious, he thought to himself as unaccustomed emotions rose up inside him. Things were becoming more personal than he was used to and it surprised him, why Leah affected him so, when none of his other submissives had, he didn't know.
Gently his hands caressed her shoulders, and then moved down to her breasts before trailing down to her firm legs. He lowered his mouth to a breast and suckled deeply as his fingers slowly stroked her tender folds.
He wanted to show her a softer side of him, afraid that he had overstepped the boundaries with his invasion of her body. She had come to him in all her innocence and he had unleashed too much, too fast.
Moving between her parted thighs he joined their bodies. This time it was about her, not him, he reminded himself and he kept his rhythm slow and measured, wanting to draw out every ounce of passion she possessed. Her soft whimpers of need urged him on but he forced himself to control his own needs, to focus on what was best for her.
Her legs moved around his waist, her heels pressing into his ass, trying to pull him deeper into her. He was making love to her with a slow pace that was driving her insane with desire. She didn't understand the strange emotion in his eyes but it was the warmest look she'd ever been given by a man.
Her hips rose and fell with each tender thrust. She felt lost in his eyes and wanted to tell him she loved him, but it was impossible to fall in love so quickly, wasn't it? She couldn't bring herself to say it with words, afraid he would laugh at her naïve emotions, so she showed him with her body everything she was feeling.
She came undone around him and clenched him tightly with her silken glove. Only when she had achieved her own pleasure did he increase his rhythm to find his own release. He stayed buried to the hilt inside her, his arms wrapped around her, until his cock softened. Pulling himself from her he rolled onto his back, keeping her in his arm.
"Sleep, baby," he told her softly, his hands caressing her hair.
It was only a couple of minutes before her breathing slowed and gentle snores reached his ears, telling her she was asleep. He remained awake though, puzzling over his feelings for the young woman in his arms as he stroked her hair. It was some time before sleep finally caught up with him as well.
When he sent her home the next morning he felt bereft for the first time in his adult life. Watching her drive off forced him to realize that he cared more for Leah than he ever had for any other woman who had entered his life.
Things were definitely going to get complicated, he thought, shaking his head.
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eah walked into her dorm room, glad that she had the day off. Her emotions were in free fall as she thought about the previous night and she paced the room, trying to understand everything that had happened, and the way she had reacted to it. Rhett had beaten her, literally beaten her, not only that he had violated her, she should be angry at that, but she wasn't.
She could have stopped what was happening at any time, she knew that, but in some strange way she had enjoyed the pain and the humiliation. That made her wonder what kind of person she was.
As if her own confusion wasn't enough to keep her pacing, she didn't know what to make of Rhett's behavior. His treatment of her down in his dungeon bordered on abuse, but when it was over he had bathed her with all the gentleness someone might use with a child, and after that he had made love to her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Her head ached with all the thoughts and feelings whirling around her mind. They combined to overwhelm her and when Janie entered the dorm room a while later she found her huddled in the middle of the kitchen floor, her arms around her knees and tears streaming down her face.
"Hon, what's wrong?" Dropping to her knees Janie pulled her best friend to her. "Did something happen with Rhett? Did he hurt you?" Stupid question, she thought the moment she uttered it, that was what he did; Leah shouldn't have been crying though.
Leah tried to speak through her tears but she couldn't get the words out, they stuck in her throat. Instead she held on tight to her friend, needing the comfort of her presence.
Sensing Leah was too emotionally distraught to talk, Janie did her best to soothe her. She rocked her gently, as she would have done an upset child, and stroked her hair, waiting for her to calm enough to speak. She was pissed, it was clear that Rhett was too intense for her friend; she just wondered what he had done to upset her so badly. She resolved to have a few words with him just as soon as she had an opportunity; no-one upset her friend like that.
After what seemed like hours, though in reality it was just a few minutes, Leah's tears subsided. Once they had stopped completely Janie let her go and made her way into the bathroom, returning with a roll of tissue. "Here, hon." She had never seen her friend so emotional over anything and the sight of her, eyes red from her tears, huddled on the floor in a state of misery, only increased her anger at Rhett.
The doorbell rang just then and Janie told Leah to stay put as she answered it. She came back with a giftwrapped box and a small card. "You want me to throw this in the trash?" She knew instinctively it was from Rhett, and wasn't sure if her friend wanted a gift from him at that moment.
"No, Janie, let me have it." She wasn't really mad at Rhett, despite everything that had happened, she was just more confused than she could remember being. Taking the package she tore off the wrapping to reveal a large jewelry box from Tiffany's.
Opening the box Leah gasped at the beautiful diamond choker and earrings set it contained. Unable to take her eyes off the jewelry it was a short while before she could bring herself to read the card that had come with it, 'You shine brighter than the most precious gems to me, sweet girl. Truly, RH.' The tears fell slowly down her cheeks again.
"Honey, you've got to tell me what happened so I can help you." She wasn't used to being the caregiver, that was normally Leah's thing, but seeing her friend in such a state was breaking her heart.
"I'm fine, Janie, things just got a little intense last night and I refused to give in."
"You defied him?" Janie was sure that hadn't gone over well with Mr. I-am-in-control-of-everything. At Leah's nod, she laughed. "I would have loved to have seen his face." She couldn't remember any submissive ever saying no to Rhett. He had an overwhelming intensity about him that most subs knew instinctively not to argue with. "How bad did it get?" Friend of her master or not, she would kick his ass if things had got out of hand.
Leah explained the whole sequence of events to a stunned Janie, and then waited for her reaction.
"Wow, just wow." Janie wasn't sure how to take what she was told. From her own experiences she knew that Rhett had behaved the way any dominant would have when their submissive was pushing buttons, as Leah clearly had. The only difference was, the sub in the scenario was her best friend, and completely naïve about the lifestyle. "Do you still want to explore this?" She had to ask the question, it was clear that Leah had been pushed to her limit, and perhaps even beyond it, by what had happened between her and Rhett.
"I, I think I love him, Janie." She lowered her eyes, knowing her friend was going to freak out over her confession.
"Oh, honey, no, we talked about this." Janie stood and began pacing. "You're experiencing a whole shitload of emotions right now, but that's not really love." She hoped like hell she was right, because if her heart was involved then Leah was in for a lot more pain that just a sore ass. Rhett didn't do long-term relationships.
"I know what I feel, Janie." She knew it was stupid, she'd only known the guy for a few days, but she couldn't help how she felt.
"I knew this wasn't right for you, honey; you need to call this off." Janie knew that wasn't what her friend wanted to hear, but it was better for things to end then, rather than have them drag on until she was totally crushed.
"No!" The thought of never seeing Rhett again was agonizing. She realized it made no sense for her to want the man after what he had done, but she just couldn't bear the thought of walking away. "I'm not leaving him!"
"You've got it bad, honey." Janie shook her head, feeling as though it was all her fault and she had to fix it somehow. It was clear from what she'd said, and her entire demeanor, that Leah wasn't going to walk away, so she'd have to go to the source. All she could do was hope her friend would someday thank her for the intervention. "Okay, honey." She let out a deep sigh, sooner was better than later, she thought. "I'm going to go pick up some breakfast, will you be alright until I get back?"
"I'll be fine; seriously, I just had a little meltdown." She gave a somewhat wan smile, not wanting her friend to worry.
"I won't be long." She hoped Rhett wasn't too busy at the office, though even if he was she was sure he'd make an exception to see her.
Leaving the dorms she headed downtown to where Rhett's office was located; he worked mostly from the larger of the two law firms he owned, though his business extended well beyond legal affairs.
Rhett was surprised when his secretary told him Janie was there. His first thought was that something had happened to Leah and he quickly gave instructions for his calls to be held, the upcoming meeting to be rescheduled, and for Janie to be sent back immediately.
"Is she okay?" he asked franticly as Janie entered his office, shutting the door behind her.
"That depends on your version of okay," Janie said, glaring at him as she took a seat in front of the huge desk. "What the hell were you thinking last night?"
"Watch your tone, Janie." She might not belong to him, but he still expected respect, especially from his best friend's submissive. "Tell me what's wrong with Leah."
The temperature in the office felt as though it had dropped ten degrees; Janie had to resist the urge to shiver as she remembered who she was talking to. David would have her ass if he found out what she was doing. "I just spent the last hour watching my best friend cry her eyes out over you, Sir, so forgive me if I'm a little upset." As angry as she was, that was the closest she could come to apologizing.
He didn't think Leah would still be in serious pain; the spanking he’d given her was harsh, but nothing she shouldn't have recovered from. "I didn't think I was that rough with her last night," he said, speaking more to himself than to Janie.
"No offense, Sir, but it's not her ass I'm worried about, it's her heart." Shaking her head she wondered if all men were as blind. "She thinks she's in love with you; if you don't stop seeing her you're going convince her that you feel the same, and that there is a future for the two of you.
"If you do that she will only get hurt worse when she realizes that isn't the
case."
He was floored by her words, the thought that Leah believed she was in love with him was startling. They'd only known each other for a few days. He was prepared to admit that he had strong feelings for Leah, even if he only admitted that to himself, but love her, he smiled and shook his head, he didn't really believe in love. Still, the thought of keeping her did appeal to him.
"This isn't something to smile about, Rhett. Leah isn't worldly enough to understand that love and passion aren't the same thing. I thought she would get it, but she hasn't.
"I'm sure this strokes your ego, but unless you really get off on emotionally screwing with people you need to put an end to this." She knew she was taking a risk, talking to him so directly, but she wasn't about to stand back and say nothing when her friend was being hurt.
"I'm glad she has a friend like you, Janie." Rhett wasn't angry with her; on the contrary, he was pleased that she had his girl's best interests at heart. "I will talk to Leah when she comes over tonight."
Janie nodded, relieved that he was being reasonable. "Thank you for understanding, she's a really special person and I can't stand by and allow her to get hurt any more than she's likely to be." She hoped that ending things quickly would allow Leah to recover and move on with her life. Janie was sure that once she was away from Rhett, Leah would realize that she wasn't really in love with him. "I need to get going, I'm supposed to be getting breakfast."
Rhett nodded. "Please don't say anything to Leah about coming to see me. I think it would embarrass her, and could hurt your friendship."
"As long as you are going to handle the situation, I don't see there's any need for me to let her know." She thanked him for his time and then left, hoping that she'd done the right thing for her friend.
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