It was an odd feeling, being next to naked and aroused as he moved through the villa. His lovely domina was still ensconced on the couch making notes. He wanted desperately to settle into the tub with her and share a glass of wine. To hold her in his lap and watch her beautiful breasts float, but she’d been very clear. Slaves didn’t sip wine and socialize.
He turned off the faucet and tested the water one last time, glancing around to be sure everything was ready. “Domina,” he called, “Whenever you are ready.”
She stopped at her suitcase on the way into the bathing area, and pulled one of the thinner pieces of rope out of a side pocket. It dangled loosely from her fingertips as she approached.
“Feet shoulder width apart, Rusty. Fingers laced together behind your neck.”
A shudder went through him as he turned and stood, hoping his growing cock wasn’t too noticeable. Her fingers were gentle, lifting his balls and looping the thin cord underneath them, bringing the ends up and tying a half knot on the top side of his flag pole of a cock. Within seconds she had looped it around and tied it again. A few more wraps and a final square knot at the top, and his balls were firmly secured. It was tight, but not too tight, as if her hands were encircling his balls with a light squeeze.
Eliza gave his package a final pat and stepped into the tub. Her curls were twisted loosely up on top of her head, and after growing accustomed to the temperature she looked up at Frank. “There’s soap and a washcloth on the counter. Come help me bathe.”
He washed her carefully, slowly running the cloth over her pale skin, and gave her his hand as she stepped out. It felt like a page out of an erotic novel, toweling her dry with an over-sized towel. He even helped her dress, slipping her feet into black pumps and closing the latch on a strand of white pearls. He left her dabbing on mascara and lipstick and hurried to dress. “Make sure those balls stay nice and snug in that wrapping I gave them!” she chided.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, gingerly stepping into his underwear, already worried what might happen if it came unraveled. It might even earn him a whipping. Oh, hell, yes, he hoped it was a whipping!
They dined in the fancy resort restaurant and danced alongside other couples in the bar afterward. Eliza deliberately took her time, wanting the evening to last, not rushing dinner, and definitely not rushing the dancing, She wanted to give that little cord as much time as possible to loosen up and fall off. She was fairly confident it would. It always had with Jim. Although it was entirely possible Jim helped that conclusion along.
Frank’s arms surrounded her and kept her close as they slow danced. She chuckled and pointed out that his assumption had been right. Every song in the jukebox was a perfect couples' song. She clasped his hand and lay her head in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent she’d always associate with him, taking her back to the day they met, talking awkwardly at the downtown Marriott.
“Who would have known two months ago that we’d be nestled together like this, feeling like we have known each other for years?”
“Truly, you rescued me from a night of confusion. I read the pamphlet on how the meet and greet was supposed to be different from speed dating, but it wasn’t really very clear. They should have done a better job of matching the daters with potential dates. Done a little questionnaire or something.”
Eliza squeezed him close and laughed. “Trust my scientist to want to take a scientific approach. There are web sites online that do that, but it was so daunting.” She slapped his ass hard. “And don’t you be thinking about trying any of those right now. Even for scientific purposes.”
“But how will I know which approach is better?” he joked. “Unless I try both systems and compare results?”
That earned him another spank, and next thing he knew they were headed back to the room for a bout of ‘behavior modification’. And it was as mind-blowing as he had hoped. She stripped him as soon as they stepped onto the foyer, of everything except the ball string, which somehow had managed to stay in place. She angrily wrapped one loose end of the string around her finger and led him like a pet on a leash, directly into the bedroom.
“Is my pet ready to make amends with his tongue?” she asked as she kicked out of her heels and pulled her dress up over her head.”
“Yes, oh yes, please!” The thought of tasting her, pleasing her would be the perfect way to show her what he was feeling inside but kept drawing back from uttering out loud.
“All right then, Rusty. Let’s get you ready then. Reach down, and grab those ankles.”
His breath caught in his throat, but it was easy to stand for her, spread for her, feel her teasing fingers, spreading his tight pucker, spreading lube and preparing his passage for whichever latex plug she chose.
Her hands were gentle, her words encouraging as she worked his body, making every muscle tighten with desire. So that when she finally lay back and invited him close to her warmth and slick desire he almost wanted to cry with the strength of the emotions he felt for her. “Oh, God, Eliza, I love you,” he breathed as he lifted her hips and pulled her up to his mouth.
Her reply was a sharp tug on his balls. Damn, he had forgotten she had the end of that string in her fist. “Show me, pet. Make me cum with that tongue, and then I want to ride that thick cock of yours.”
Frank was still exhausted at 8 the following morning. Eliza had kept him awake most of the night, but his internal clock was reliable enough to get him up at his usual time. He slipped from the covers without waking her and set about orchestrating his surprise breakfast in bed for the woman he was proud to call ‘mistress’.
Zdenka was in the breakfast area when he arrived and had the elevated breakfast tray that he had inquired about, plus a rolling tray ready to deliver breakfast for two to their fantasy suite.
“Do you think you might have a little vase or a champagne flute I could put a flower in?”
Zdenka had nodded, impressed at the effort Frank was putting in. “A flute would be perfect for one of those daylilies outside by the walkway.” She handed him a pair of scissors and motioned for him to head outside. “Go cut one, or maybe two. I will fill your coffee pot and find your vase.”
Frank was grinning from ear to ear as he rolled the breakfast cart back to the room. The flowers were a nice touch and the little gift of books he had brought and not found time to give her balanced out the other side of the tray. Plates were piled high with enough food for 4, and best of all she was going to be able to prop herself up in bed and eat at her leisure.
The door to their room opened almost silently, and Frank pushed the surprisingly pretty cart into position right outside her door. There were sounds coming from inside, blankets rustling like someone was rising from the bed.
“Why didn’t you wake me, Frank? We are going to miss breakfast. Get your clothes on.”
With more bang and less flourish than he intended, Frank bumped the door fully open and presented the overloaded breakfast cart with a little Ta-da! gesture. “You don’t have to rush down for breakfast, my lady. Breakfast has come to you!” He shook out a cloth napkin and draped it over his right arm and gave a little bow.
For a moment she sat there on the edge of the bed, poised to rise, taking in the tableau of the gentleman and the meal and then with a sigh she scooted back towards the headboard and tucked the sheet up under her armpits. “Just to be clear, Rusty. This is not what we discussed.”
“Yes, ma’am, I am aware.” He levered the tray over, fitting it across her lap, waiting a moment while she took in the special touches. “I am aware there may be… consequences, but I had a special gift, have had it since last Friday, but hadn’t found the right time to give it to you.”
Eliza palmed the small package, weighing it with her hand. “Feels like a book,” she said, pulling on the ribbon.
He was pouring coffee, stirring in the cream and sugar for her. “With a little something extra in the bow,” he said. “Something I could use a little help from right about now.”
He set her mug down beside her plate as the mood ring slid free of the ribbon and clattered down beside the flatware.
“A ring? Isn’t it a little soon?” she teased, her mood lightening as he blushed. “Never mind. I’m teasing.” In a flash she was adjusting the size, working it down onto her finger. “We used to love these things, Jenny and I. Had to get one every time we went to the boardwalk. She always used to say mine was broken since the stone always stayed black.” She held up her hand, wiggling her digits. “See?”
He peered closer, and sure enough, it was pitch black. “What does that mean?”
Her laughter filled the room as she started sipping her coffee. “You were the one who was supposed to bring a card with it. I always figured that black meant my hands were always warm. When we get home you can look it up on the internet.” She took a minute to salt the scrambled eggs and nibble a corner of a bacon slice before digging into the fruit.
Now that she was settled, Frank turned back to the cart to fix himself a plate. He was feeling pleased with himself, knowing she had the books spread out on the bed beside her, her fingertips brushing over the covers as she read the titles out loud. He remembered reading the blurbs on each one, picturing her as well as himself in the title roles. Frank felt his cock start to stir.
“Oh, no breakfasting in bed together today, Rusty. Inside this room, you serve. Now if we had gotten dressed and gone to the cafeteria, then we could have sat all morning and chatted. But here, it’s best you kneel here beside the bed until I need seconds.”
Disappointment hit him hard, but he didn’t question it. Already he regretted changing her plans and wished he had spoken to her about it first. He slowly knelt down at the foot of the bed, and caught the small paperback she tossed in his general direction.
“Let’s see what kind of an eye you have for erotica, my sexy. Start at the beginning, and let me hear that smooth voice of yours read all about Lady Carmen and the House of Discipline.”
Shivers broke out over his skin at the thought of it. He held the book carefully in his hands and opened to the first chapter. At first, he was a little bit hesitant, but after a few pages his cock was rock hard, and the graphic descriptions made the desire audible in his voice. Eliza finished her eggs and buttered her toast, slathering on jelly. He grew more comfortable the longer he read, and soon Eliza was relaxing against the pillows sipping the last of her coffee.
Following that last sip, Eliza lifted the tray and rose up from the bed. She dragged the sheet with her over to the breakfast cart, stopping to spoon some eggs and place two pieces of toast onto a plate.
“This is for you, pet.” She held the meal out to him. “I need a few minutes, and when I get back I want you and all the toys on the bed, ready to serve.
Frank took the plate she offered and nodded. “I will be ready, Domina.”
Chapter 18
Eliza knew instinctively this was not how Frank had expected breakfast in bed to go. She noticed the slight crease between his eyebrows and a rigidity to his spine that denoted his disappointment and displeasure. Good, she thought. It was high time he learned that not every situation would turn out the way he wished, and it was time she got to see how he coped with following her desires over his when it really went against his plans. How did he accept her authority when it wasn’t something he’d beg for? It appeared that he did so with just the slightest scowl, but no argument or resistance.
Once he got going, he read with inflection, even softening his voice when he read the mistress’s words. Sitting in bed all day would not have been a problem, listening to him recount the abduction and training of a male submissive. He was aroused by it, that much was evident in his muscle tone and the shine in his eyes. Even his voice took on an extra sexy timbre.
The story was just starting to get good as she spread jelly on her last triangle of toast, and a stray thought popped into her head. She envisioned him draped over her knee for a paddling, his own legs slightly parted, the warmth and stickiness of his cock pressing down onto her thighs. Suddenly a new plan was forming and making her insides tingle. The appeal of the image made her eager to get started. She washed down the toast with the last sip of coffee, lifting the tray off her lap as she rose from the bed. He needed just a little more discipline, enough reprimand to remind him who was boss.
Frank looked up in surprise and found Eliza was suddenly standing over him, beside the breakfast cart and spooning some food onto a plate. His elbows were still braced on the bed, book forgotten in his hands. He slowly set it down when she handed him the plate where he still knelt. “This is for you, pet.” Her gaze pinned him in place while she laid out instructions.
She might not have needed to be so harsh, but her words were tempered by the vision she presented, half wrapped in a white bed sheet with the curve of her ass peeking out in back. She let him have a good look as she made her way into the en suite.
Eliza only needed a few minutes to run a brush through her hair and pull a chocolate-colored nightie over her head. The cool, soft fabric clung to her curves and the lace drew attention to her cleavage. It seemed a bit peculiar to be getting dressed for bed now that she was getting up, but being clothed when her submissive was not amplified her power. She was dressing for a scene, she reminded herself.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was different when she returned. It hummed with anticipation.
She ignored Rusty, going straight to the nightstand to ring the front desk. “Hi, good morning, this is Eliza Hamilton in room 122, would it be possible to change our check out to 1 o’clock? It would? Thank you so much!”
She set the phone in its cradle and turned to Frank. The dishes had all been cleared and the cart removed from the room. Her professor sat on the bed with an anxious look on his face. Eliza was pleased to see he was naked and mused that he looked a bit like the statue of ‘the thinker', except she could almost feel the warmth rising his sun-kissed skin. It stood out in stark contrast to the linen sheets. Two steps took her close enough to lay a hand in his hair, tilting his head back so she could lean down for a kiss.
‘Mmmm” he sighed.
Eliza pointed to the toys strewn about on the bed. “Find your cuffs, and get them on.” She could hear the sounds of him obeying as she checked her handbag and pulled out a worn wooden ping pong paddle. “And look what I just happened to find at the flea market yesterday!” She held it aloft. The green rubber matte was faded and past its prime. “Not much good for ping pong, but perfect for us.”
Frank gave a non-committal grunt and continued to slide a leather strap through a buckle.
She traced a pattern over the rough surface. “Have you ever been paddled OTK?” she asked.
Frank swallowed hard, fascinated. “If that means what I think it does, then not since I was about seven.”
She laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning for him to approach. The lace hem slid up to reveal more thigh as she moved. “Even still, you should know this is one of my favorite positions. It may not be the easiest thing to do here, without a wing chair or another sturdy piece of furniture, but it’s a position you should get used to.”
“I should get used to?” the words trailed off, then he shook his head and his eyes focused on her knees. He pulled himself slowly down across her lap, bracing himself on the floor, feeling her smooth legs underneath him. The mocha satin of her lingerie rode up her thighs, caressing his hip as she arranged him to her satisfaction.
Frank felt so awkward, barely balanced in such a precarious position, totally dependent on Eliza’s thighs for support. To thrust up against her would have felt so good, so erotic, but she was still shifting her feet, trying to find a way to balance his weight and position his ass. She finally gave up, setting him back on his knees.
“This won’t work. Let’s try it like a second breakfast,” Eliza joked. She caught his hand and pulled him up onto the bed with her. She scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard once more, and motioned to her la
p. “Come take the position your lovely breakfast tray had not too long ago.”
It was erotic, the way he slowly crawled over her lap and lowered himself down. He lay carefully across her, arranging himself. Eliza pressed a hand between his thighs and urged them to part slightly. He complied eagerly, obliging immediately. Her right hand reached lower, finding his ball sac, still totally denuded of hair. His cock remained pressed between them, as her left hand took position on the small of his back.
“Head down, Rusty, and hands behind your back.”
She could see him remembering he had cuffs on and watched as realization dawned about why he had donned them. “Reach that short piece of rope for me, would you? The one by your knee.”
Frank stretched and snagged it, dragging it over the sheets and into her hand without dislodging himself from where she’d carefully positioned him. It wasn’t a very long cord, but it was sturdy, and she took her time wrapping it through the D-rings and pulling it tight. The more loops she made, the more leverage she had to draw it tighter.
“How’s that, Frank? Not too tight?”
His hands flexed open and closed a few times before he declared, “No, ma’am.”
He looked delicious, spread out over her lap. She was even more hungry for this than she had been for the bacon and eggs earlier. She let her gaze roll over him, taking in the broad shoulders, the tension in the muscles of his arms, and the tight clenching of his pert buttocks. She tried to memorize the tableau, and add to it the sensation of his sensitive cock pressing against her.
Her hand cupped one ass cheek. “You look so sexy like this.” She caressed him slowly, feeling the strength in his bum. He tried to look back over his shoulder, seeing her beautiful face and the excitement in her eyes, but unable to view what her hands were about.
She caught him staring. “You better close those eyes, Boy-o. It’s not too late to find a blindfold.”
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