by Maggie Nash
She shook her head, chewing her lip as the skin on her thighs tingled in response to his touch.
“You can answer me.”
Yeah, if my mouth would let me. “Um…no, not too tight.”
“Excellent.”
A few minutes later and she was ready to scream, and not in a good way. Conal was yet to say another word, and as much as she tried to send images of what she wanted him to do to her to him telepathically, he didn’t seem to take the hint. What in God’s name was he doing? She knew he was still there, she could hear his quiet breathing. The urge to ask him was so strong, but since she’d decided to give this submission thing a try she knew it wouldn’t be such a great idea. Not unless she wanted to be punished, and he wanted her to trust him after all. A vision of his hotness spanking her bare backside sent a wave of heat through her body. Okay, maybe she did want to be punished. Just a little.
“Um, may I ask a question, Sir?”
His voice showed just the slightest hint of amusement. “You may, since you asked permission.”
“Would you like to know my decision, Sir?”
“You haven’t learnt patience yet, have you, Enya,” he said.
“Is that a rhetorical question, Sir?”
He laughed. “Are you trying to earn a record number of punishments before we have even started?”
Crap. It occurred to her that his idea of punishment might depend on what she liked. If she was too eager, he might do something different. Like stop her from having those orgasms she was desperate for. “I’m sorry, Sir. I spoke out of turn.”
“Funny, your words are the right ones, but I’m not convinced you believe them yourself.”
She was so busted. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it.
In a heartbeat the satin mask was whisked off her eyes. She blinked a few times as her eyes became accustomed to the bright lights in the room. Conal stood in front of her, the look on his face definitely not jovial as he tilted her chin upwards. She had no choice but to look into his commanding gaze.
“Look at me and tell me what you want. I don’t want any hesitation this time. Just tell me who you are… Erica, or Enya?”
Crunch time. Her heart pounded as her eyes never lost contact with his. A quick breath in and out settled her down enough to answer him without wavering for a second.
“Enya.”
He didn’t smile, but she thought she caught a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he let her go.
“Sleep well, Enya. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow’s activities.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. That was a lot easier than she thought it would be, thank God. She opened them wondering what would happen next only to find the light off and the door closed.
Well hell!
Chapter Four
Erica woke the next morning to once again find Conal standing at the end of her bed, staring at her. God, he was even sexier with an unshaven face. She spied a chair in the corner and realised he must have stayed in the room with her all night. Her face heated when she remembered not only where she was, but the fact that she was naked and tied up with a dildo stuffed inside her.
And he was here all night watching over me.
She almost said something smart, but judging by the serious look on his face she figured this was not the time to forget the rules. The rules he’d assured her would be enforced with consequences for transgressions for the remainder of the weekend. The butterflies in her stomach did a little dance as he stepped closer to unbuckle the leather belt from her waist. It looked like he wasn’t going to waste any time getting on with it.
Warm breath caressed her belly as he worked. “Now that you’re awake, it’s time to start your training.”
He quickly removed the harness, followed by the dildo and placed them with a clank in a metal bucket on the floor. As he moved back, he slid a finger inside her, quickly adding another two, twisting side to side, slicking her juices over her exposed skin.
“Good to know you enjoyed your sleep,” he said while he added a fourth finger, pressing deeply and filling her completely.
Oh God. She bit her lip at the slight sting of being stretched and her body was on fire. But boy was she wet, and holy cow—her whole body tingled.
“This pussy is mine to do with as I please,” he said as he rubbed her clit with the thumb of his other hand.
Her breathing hitched as the sensations intensified, drawing her closer to the fastest orgasm in history, but then he did it to her again. He stopped.
She moaned, closing her eyes and biting on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. That turned into a bad decision, however, when a sharp slap across her mons had her tasting blood. Ouch! Her eyes snapped open as her muscles twitched, sending tingles straight to her core. This was so weird. It hurt, but it turned her on.
He touched her again, moving his fingers inside, sliding easily now that she was dripping with arousal. “Whose pussy is this? Answer me, Enya.”
Speak? He expects me to speak when I can’t even remember my own name? “Um…”
He removed his hands and she felt the sting of another smack. This one a bit sharper than the last. She sucked in a breath as a small tear trickled down her cheek.
“Come on, it’s not that difficult. I told you the answer already. Give it to me.”
She never expected it to be this intense so quickly, but since that tingle thing all over her body had made her so hot, she’d better get her act together before it stopped.
“Yours, Sir.”
“And?”
“It’s yours to do with as you please, Sir.”
He smiled at her, and her heart stopped. “Well done. We’re now ready to move on.”
He removed the spreader bar and straps from her legs and gently straightened them, placing them side by side. “Wiggle your toes for a few minutes to get the circulation moving.”
She did as he’d asked while he undid the wrist restraints and one by one rubbed her arms. “Lie here for a few minutes. I don’t want you to faint when you get up.”
She opened her mouth to talk, but he placed a finger over her lips. “No talking now, Enya. Remember you can nod or shake your head, or if you want this all to end, your safe word will still be enforced.” He removed his finger as the girl from yesterday entered the room. “Ione will help get you ready for this morning’s session.”
He turned and left before she could even think of disobeying him. Sheesh. Way to keep a girl off balance. One minute he’s finger fucking her to the edge of heaven, the next he’s leaving her alone with a strange woman and wound up like a spring.
“So. Ione. Nice name. Is it Irish?”
The statuesque brunette shook her head, and looked behind her. “Shh…you mustn’t speak.”
“Sorry,” Erica whispered. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
Ione turned back to her and held out her hand. “I’ll help you up. Sit on the side of the bed for a few minutes to get your bearings.”
God, she sounds just like me when I get a patient out of bed. That was a good thing too because her head spun the minute she was upright.
“Take a few deep breaths,” Ione said, while placing her hands on Erica’s shoulders, steadying her.
As soon as the room had stopped spinning she stood up. With Ione’s help she used the toilet. It occurred to her that she’d made quite a bit of progress since it didn’t bother her at all. After taking care of that business she was led to a stool in front of a wall-mounted hand shower. The water felt wonderful as Ione quickly sprayed a stream all over her body. She drew the line, however, at letting the other woman rub her body with a soapy cloth, and made her feelings known by snatching it from Ione’s hands.
“Do you wish to use your safe word?”
Oh crap. So letting strange women shower you was also part of this submission training thing. Who knew? “No, sorry. Just a reflex, I guess.” She handed the cloth back and closed her eyes. “Knock your
self out.” Maybe if she didn’t watch she could imagine it was Conal doing the bathing.
Oh shit! The water turned cold and she jumped, almost slipping off the stool. She opened her eyes and tried to figure out if this was some sort of punishment, or if Ione just had a sick sense of humour. One glance at Ione’s face, though, and she knew she would get nothing there. Not one sign of emotion in that Ice Queen’s expression to give her any clue as to what was going on. Before she had a chance to complain she was hoisted to her feet and wrapped in a large soft towel. Ione dried her off in a few swift and slightly rough movements then threw the towel on the floor, gesturing to her to dry her feet.
After having her hair brushed out she was led out of the room and down the hallway. She shivered, crossing her arms in front of her. This whole thing was so surreal. Here she was walking around a strange house—naked! Talk about being outside your comfort zone.
“There are some new rules for you to remember,” Ione told her as they continued the walk downstairs. “Keep your head lowered unless Sir is speaking to you. When you enter a room you must kneel, hands joined behind your back and your legs shoulder width apart. Failure to follow these rules will result in punishment.” They reached the end of a corridor and stood in front of a large panelled door. “Before we enter, I need to remind you not to speak unless directed to. Nod if you understand.”
Erica nodded as Ione turned the handle and let her in. She felt a small shove at her back pushing her farther into the room, and turned back in time to see Ione leave. She was on her own. Or so she thought.
“Did you learn the new rules?”
She turned back to face the sexy Irishman who belonged to the voice. Rules? Okay, no talking. What were the new ones? Oh yes. She took a few more steps inside the room and dropped to her knees. It took her a few minutes to adjust herself on the cushion she assumed was for this purpose. She straightened up, checking to see if her legs were the correct distance apart and finally clasped her hands behind her. At the last moment she remembered to look down. Cool. She could do this.
Conal walked over to where she knelt and circled her, tapping her back firmly with the handle of a flogger, which caused her to straighten her back even more. “Your first lesson is to control your posture. Press your arms backwards and show me your breasts.”
The hot flush spread across her body from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. Not only that, but there was a tingle thing happening around her legs.
She closed her eyes, moaning softly as he flicked her nipples one by one with the leather handle of the implement. “You have gorgeous tits, Enya.”
It should be a sin to have such a sexy voice. Just listening to that Irish lilt was getting her off big time. It was a huge effort to obey the rules and keep in position without speaking. Her breathing changed into a fast and short symphony of hyperventilation that was likely to have her on the floor in a few minutes if she didn’t get herself under control.
He gripped her hair, pulling her head backwards, sending her breathing into hyper-drive. “Slow down your breathing before you faint.”
The sternness of his voice brought her back to reality. Her job was to do what he asked and trust that he knew what he was doing. She took in a long breath and blew it out slowly, steadying herself as he let go of her hair. It was a relief to realise he was in charge, and she didn’t have to make a decision except to follow directions. The hard part would be letting go enough to trust him, but she did so want to please him. The scary thing was that she had no idea why. Yet when he smiled at her and told her she’d done well, her heart did a little happy dance.
“Keep your back straight,” he said, just as he flicked the soft leather tails across one of her breasts. She flinched and found herself bracing to keep upright when he struck her other breast. He leaned in and whispered close to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers across her skin. “Take it, Enya. Focus on your posture.”
She did as he’d told her, concentrating on keeping her body in place while he continued a barrage of light flogging across her breasts, buttocks and pussy. He struck with no particular pattern, giving her no clue as to where the straps would fall next. After a while she forgot the aching muscles of her thighs and buttocks as every part he touched heated up and moisture seeped down the inside of her thighs. Her eyelids grew heavy and closed while she savoured the sensation growing inside her. Was it possible to have a screaming orgasm from a few light taps from a flogger? Hopefully she was about to find out.
He pushed her firmly between her shoulder blades, drawing her mind back to the task at hand. She reached out as she struggled to stop herself falling on her face.
“Pay attention, Enya. I want you to lean forward and rest on your forearms,” he said as he moved his warm hands over her buttocks, rubbing the sensitised skin before sliding them over the insides of her thighs. “Open your legs wider for me, little sub. Show me everything you’ve got.”
Once again she blushed at his words, incredibly aroused at the notion of being controlled and open. It was difficult not to cry out as the sensations coursed through her pussy. They certainly didn’t teach you how many nerve endings were in that particular area of a woman’s anatomy in nursing school.
He latched onto her clit, alternatively sucking and nipping on the sensitised nub. She definitely hadn’t been expecting that, and would have jumped if not for his strong hands holding her thighs firmly. He continued the torture, lapping up the moisture from inside and licking from top to bottom and back again.
She struggled to keep the pose. Her legs shook and she flexed her calf muscles in an effort to keep still. No way did she want him stopping just yet, but of course he chose that moment to stand up.
She jumped at the slap of his bare hand across her buttocks. It stung slightly, leaving behind a tingly heat.
“You taste sweet and spicy, just like I thought you would, my little sub.”
Her face heated at his praise, and she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. It felt good to please him.
Heat radiated from his body as he circled her again before stopping near her face. She opened her eyes as one of his feet shuffled closer to her. His leg was so close she could see the dark hairs on his tanned skin. Apparently he didn’t wear socks with his loafers. Finally she understood what all the fuss with Don Johnson had been about.
She waited for him to say something, trying not to notice the painful stiffness in her body from sustaining this posture for what seemed like hours. When he did speak it was to surprise her.
“You will stay here and practise for a while longer. I will allow you to stand and move about to release your muscles but only for three minutes. After that you must resume your posture training as I showed you.” He rubbed his hand over her heated buttocks before slapping twice, once on each side.
She tried very hard not to flinch at the sudden pain, but despite her efforts, her body betrayed her and moved away from him.
He touched her again, this time gently. “You’ve earned another punishment, Enya, but I will save it up for another time. It’s time to start your practice session. You may stand for your stretch.”
She raised her head to find he was holding his hand out to help her up. She placed hers in his and he effortlessly pulled her upright. She marvelled at the strength in those arms and for a moment the thought of what damage he could do had her heart thumping against her chest. She breathed in deeply, and looked up at his face. He stared back, an eyebrow lifted. He was waiting for something from her, and even though she was lost in his chocolate brown eyes, she knew she was supposed to do something. However, for the life of her she couldn’t remember what it was.
“Enya?” His voice was stern, no hint of the previous humour.
“Yes, Sir?” She knew she would be in trouble, but her mind had turned to mush.
“Where are your manners?”
Manners? Oh crap. “I’m sorry, Sir. I should have said thank you, Sir.”
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��I can see you might need a few more punishments to help you remember, my fiery one. It is for your own benefit that your Master teaches you manners. It is for your Master to provide you with what you need, and for you to be thankful for his care. Is that so hard to remember?”
It should be simple, if it wasn’t for all these erotic overtones that were playing havoc with her libido. “No, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir.” She hoped not.
He laughed. “I am sure it will, but I live in hope that you will improve during your time here.”
She had to agree with him there. The punishments were building up and she had no idea how he was going to provide them. Her whole body quivered at the thought and she smiled. Maybe she wouldn’t kill Nicole after all.
“I can see you are looking forward to your fate but don’t be too excited, girl. A punishment is not meant to be pleasurable, only to facilitate desirable behaviour. You will not be smiling when they are complete.”
Oh crap. Her smile vanished at the thought of pain.
“That’s better. Now I will leave you to practise. Someone will be along soon to help you,” he said as he headed for the door. “Try to behave, Enya. I will hear if you don’t and you already have a list of indiscretions.”
“I’ll do my best, Sir,” she said.
“I’m sure you will.” She heard him chuckle as he left.
She walked over and listened through the wall to check if he was still out there. Hearing nothing she did as he’d instructed by shaking out her arms and legs, and performing a few stretches. Funny, but in all her yoga classes she’d never once thought she’d be there standing stark naked and performing her routine, most likely for an audience, she thought, spying a security camera hanging from the ceiling. It said a lot about how her headspace had changed, that she didn’t even mind. Just as she thought she should probably get back to her practice, someone else came into the room. She expected it would be Ione who would be helping her, but instead it was a big blond giant, and he didn’t look happy.
