by Tamsin Baker
“I’m just happy, Patrick, and it feels so good to laugh.”
Almost home, almost home. “Well, I’m sure I can make you feel better.”
Her hand stilled and he looked over at her quickly, she was worried about something.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Simone slid her hand up to his crotch and stroked the flesh that was rapidly hardening. “Actually, I’m sore. Like really sore. Could you teach me some things I could do to pleasure you?”
Visions of Simone on her knees swam into Patrick’s vision and he groaned as blood flooded his groin. “Oh, I can think of a thing or two I can teach you that will give your sore bits a rest.”
“How about you drive me home and you teach me in the car?”
Though Patrick’s heart rate sped up at the idea, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown. “I like to be comfortable, Simone, and you should be too.”
She giggled and began to unbuckle his leather belt. “Oh, please, Patrick. I’ve always been such a good girl and never fooled around with anyone. Please?”
Well, how was he going to say no to that? He nodded and released a groan as she released his belt and unzipped him, his eager cock pulsing with pleasure as it sprang from its confines.
“Hang on.”
He pulled over and stopped outside a park. They were within minutes of her home, but he didn’t really want to be caught by one of her house mates.
He turned and saw Simone taking her seat belt off, her eager mouth already parted in anticipation for his cock.
“Oh fuck, you are too beautiful.”
She giggled once again and wrapped her hand around the base. Hot, intense pressure made his balls ache.
“Put your lips around the head and suck. Cover your teeth if you can and move your hand on me.”
Simone nodded and descended as he slid his hand into her silky brown hair.
Her soft lips wrapped around the crest of his cock and sucked hard. “Oh fuck!”
Patrick threw his head back against the car seat and gripped the steering wheel in one hand so that he wouldn’t force her to take him deeper. She wasn’t an experienced woman and she wasn’t a Sub who got pleasure out of being used, she needed to learn to like this.
“Simone, that feels incredible. Move your hand up and down.”
She did as he told her, moving her sweet little hand up and down on his shaft while she flicked her tongue over the head and into the slit.
“Ah, God! Baby, you keep doing that and I’m going to come in no time at all.”
She hummed happily, the vibrations sending pleasure right down into his balls.
“Good girl, now just move your hand ... ah faster,” Patrick felt his eyes cross a little as the pleasure became intense. He couldn’t move away, couldn’t stop what was about to happen, and he didn’t really want to. Simone needed the confidence to please him and he wanted her to know how happy he was with her.
“Fuck, baby, can you move your mouth up and down a little?”
As she did as he requested he couldn’t stop the way his hands tangled in her hair and began to guide her.
“I’m going to come Simone, if you don’t want to swallow me ...” He broke off on another moan as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth. Using both the suction of her mouth and the tight grip of her fist to push him straight over the edge.
“Ah, baby girl!”
Patrick relaxed his grip on her hair and let it come. His balls pulled up nearer his body and his cock pulsed, seed spurting out of him in waves of bliss.
Simone moaned and swallowed rapidly, pulling back slightly, but maintaining contact until he was drained.
When she lifted her head, her eyes were bright and alive, a small smile playing on her swollen lips. “You taste a bit weird.”
He laughed, his personality split. His Dom wanted to spank her ass for such a comment, but the boyfriend side needed to thank her for giving him such a gift. He was determined to never take for granted anything she gave him.
Instead, he cupped her cheek and pulled her forward for a kiss, tasting his saltiness on her lips and smiling as he pulled back. “You’re right, I do.”
Simone grinned at him this time and rubbed their noses together, the gesture intimate and loving. “Thank you.”
Again, he was split. His Dom expected her thanks, yet he also knew he had no way of repaying her gift tonight.
“No baby, thank you. That was amazing.”
She sighed as she sat back in her chair and rebuckled her seat belt. “You don’t have to lie, Patrick, I promise I’ll get better.”
Patrick stared at his beautiful young lover, dumbfounded. Was she seriously calling him a liar?
He threw the car into gear and arrived at her home within a minute, his heart beating steadily against his ribs. He turned to her slowly.
“Simone, I don’t lie. You were amazing and I don’t want you putting yourself down, do you understand me?”
She nodded and dropped her head down.
“Sorry.” She grabbed her bag and began to open the door. “So I’ll see you sometime this week?”
Ah, now this was going to be a problem. He had decided something during the afternoon that he hadn’t shared with her yet.
“Well, actually, this week may be a problem. Could we catch up on Friday night?”
Simone flinched as though he’d slapped her and he reached out to grab her hand. She fought him a little, but he held onto it.
“I’m sorry, I should be totally honest.”
She relaxed a little, though the pain in her eyes was still there. Patrick took a deep breath and ploughed ahead. She may be the inexperienced one, but he felt as fresh as a newborn baby in this relationship.
“I want to develop more of our relationship and it’s hard with the intensity of my attraction to you. If we take the physical stuff out of it then we can talk every day, if you’d like that?”
He deliberately phrased it like a question, hoping that she would be more inclined to agree. Either way, he wasn’t seeing her again ‘til Friday.
Her eyes shimmered a little and she nodded. “Yes, I’d love that.”
She leaned forward and kissed him gently and Patrick held himself back. She couldn’t make love again even if he could rouse his body for the fourth time in twenty four hours.
“Good night then.” Simone whispered against his lips and slipped from the car.
Patrick waited until she had stepped inside and locked the door. He put his head back against the head rest and closed his eyes. He was in way over his head.
Chapter Four
Every day they talked and texted. Simone looked forward to her phone call every night and wished they could see each other more. It seemed to her as if Patrick really did want a true relationship. And he had been right in one thing—the distance was helping to develop more than just the amazing sex they’d had.
They talked about their parents, their childhoods, their favorite colors and their dreams. It was wonderful, and Simone feared that she was more in love with him than ever.
It seemed forever until Friday arrived—club night—and once again Simone found herself inside Patrick’s BDSM club.
She had dressed as he suggested, but worn gorgeous new red panties and a bra underneath her somber back outfit.
He had picked her up and while they drove over to the club, they had discussed his need for a scene.
“Babe, how would you feel about me doing a scene with a long-time friend?”
Her panic had been immediate as her heart jumped up into her throat. “Male or female?”
Patrick reached over and gripped her hand in his. “Male, and he’s straight. He has a Mistress, but she hasn’t been trained in some of the things I do, so we often do scenes together.”
Simone carefully considered her options as she looked down at her hands clenched in her lap. Patrick was a Dom, he needed this. She couldn’t give him the more extreme stuff, so how could she stop him from this
if it was what he wanted?
Plus, she would be there. It wasn’t about sex, though it made her crazy with jealousy that she couldn’t be all he needed. A straight man wasn’t so bad, it would be more like two friends playing a strange game of football, or something like that.
“Okay, I can handle that.”
So now here she sat. On the floor watching Patrick, her Master, at work. That word still sounded so strange, even inside her own head. She was glad he had chosen a male sub to do a scene with tonight because she couldn’t handle him being with any other females yet. The play was not sexual to Patrick, but it was quite obvious that many of the submissives got a lot of sexual pleasure from the pain and power play.
“You’ll never keep him you know.” A spiteful voice sounded behind Simone and she flinched. Were they talking to her?
She turned reluctantly away from the sight of Patrick and the St. Andrews Cross and watched as an older woman approached. She was heavily made up and her breasts weren’t real. Even so, she oozed sex appeal.
“Are you talking to me?”
The woman glared down at her and nodded. “Of course I was. You’re the only one around here that doesn’t fit in.”
The hairs on the back of Simone’s neck stood up and she clenched the fists tighter in her lap.
“I don’t think anyone asked your opinion.” Simone heard herself say. Where had that come from?
The woman laughed and knelt down in front of Simone. “Look at you. You can’t even sit correctly.”
Simone straightened up immediately, remembering what Patrick had told her about her posture.
“You won’t keep Patrick, I’m telling you now. No one ever has. He comes back here every week because he needs true submission, trust and love, and you don’t have it in you to give it to him.”
Simone pushed herself to her feet and the older woman quickly followed, scowling down at her. She was almost six foot in the heels she wore and Simone found herself perversely planning on going shoe shopping as soon as possible.
“You’re just jealous because he wants me and not you.”
The woman gave her the dirtiest look Simone had ever seen and turned to leave, but put in one last shot before going. “You mark my words little girl, you aren’t enough. And you know it.”
Simone turned her back on the woman and concentrated on the scene in front of her. Patrick was slowing down now and the man looked completely out of his own head. It was an amazing thing to watch, but also quite strange.
Was the woman right about her? Could she give Patrick everything he needed? She could be his girlfriend, she had no qualms with that. She could keep his home clean, entertain his friends, talk to him every night and always keep him interested on an intellectual level. Or she would try her best anyway. She was no slouch in the brains department and she was young. Surely that counted for something? But what about the submission?
The sex they’d had the other night had been amazing, but the pain had been odd and the fact that she had been tied up had scared her a little; and that was with Patrick taking it very easy on her. Simone narrowed her eyes as she took a closer look at the man Patrick was helping down from the cross. He was covered in red welts and moaning like he was barely conscious.
Patrick helped the Sub onto a chair, wrapped him in a towel, and bent down to whisper to him. The Sub’s face was slowly coming back to normal and Patrick’s face was alight with the most beautiful smile. Simone’s heart sank. She didn’t need this, wasn’t even sure if she truly liked it. Could she give Patrick the submission he needed? There was only one way to find out.
She slipped to the bathroom and took her time. She would have to push for more, ask him to share this side of himself with her. Surely it couldn’t be too hard?
Simone stared at herself in the mirror. “You can do this.”
She shook herself a little and went looking for Patrick.
He was at the bar getting a couple of bottles of water. His face brightened as soon as she approached. “Where did you get to?”
She smiled and pressed up against his side.
“Just the bathroom.”
She leant forward and whispered into his ear. “Can we go home and play together now?”
Patrick twisted around and looked at her, is eyes searching as he nodded slowly.
“Yes, let’s go.”
He grabbed the water and they headed out of the black rooms with the colorful red doors.
Simone was grinning by the time they got in the car and were heading home. She loved how much he wanted her. Why else would he leave the club so quickly?
“So, what’s going through that beautiful head of yours, baby girl?”
Simone smiled and turned to look at her lover.
“I’ll explain when we get home. You’re really amazing to watch, you know that?”
Patrick’s cheeks flushed pink and Simone laughed. Her big bad Dom was blushing? Incredible.
“I’m glad you think so, baby.”
Patrick picked up her hand that lay idly in her lap and pulled it up to his mouth for a kiss.
“I’ve missed you this week.”
Flutters of excitement coursed through Simone’s belly and chest, lighting her up from the inside. “Good, because I missed you too.”
She reached forward and turned the music up on the radio. They sat together happily listening to 80s rock for only two songs and they were home.
“Let’s go.” Simone jumped out of the car and heard Patrick’s chuckle behind her.
He stepped ahead and unlocked the door, the familiar calm environment soothing Simone.
“So, tell me why you rushed me home Simone.”
Simone stepped close and inhaled the faint musky scent of Patrick’s skin, sweat and leathers.
“Will you show me your play room?” Patrick had told her during the week about his play room, his dungeon. She was both terrified and excited to see it.
Patrick’s blue eyes widened, and he grabbed her by the ass and hauled her close. Simone gasped and wrapped her fingers around his huge biceps to give her an anchor.
“You know I want to, but I think it’s too soon.”
Simone moaned and pressed herself closer.
“Please Patrick. I want you to show me what it’s really like. The pain and the pleasure.”
Patrick shook his head. “You aren’t ready for it, Simone.”
Simone heard his words and knew they were probably true, yet she could see the excitement in his eyes.
“Please, sir. I trust you.”
That did the trick because Patrick groaned and grabbed her by the hand. He tugged and she followed him down the hallway, where he opened one of the doors she had assumed was a bedroom.
He flicked a light switch and a soft glow filled the room. Simone took a deep breath and stepped in, gasping aloud when she saw what the room contained.
It looked like a room straight out of the club. A bench, a cross, cages full of “toys.”
Simone suppressed her shudder and turned toward her “Master.” She could do this, she was certain of it. There was no way the woman at the club was right.
Patrick flexed his shoulders. “You’re one hundred per cent sure about this?”
Absolutely not! Simone nodded, “Yes, I trust you.”
“You remember your safe words?”
Simone nodded again, her heart hammering in her chest. “Yes. Yellow and red.”
Patrick nodded and pointed to the spanking bench.
“Remove your clothes, but keep your underwear on. Bend over the spanking bench and grab your ankles.”
Simone inhaled sharply, fear slicing through her. She was waiting for the excitement to follow, but there wasn’t much of that.
It didn’t matter. This was more for Patrick than herself. He gave her so much of what she needed, and she wanted to be able to give him the same.
Simone stripped off her top, skirt, and boots. She shivered as she looked at the spanking bench. That thi
ng looked scary as hell and would make her completely vulnerable to anything Patrick wanted to do to her. She supposed that was the point.
A hard tap on her bum made her yelp and jump. “I don’t like waiting, pet.”
Simone hurried over to the bench and bent forward to grab her ankles, her face flushing with mortification. This was just embarrassing.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Patrick squatted down and used silk scarves to tie her wrists to her ankles.
“How does that feel? Not too tight?”
Simone shook her head and Patrick smiled at her. “Use words Simone, you aren’t gagged. Not yet anyway.”
Simone’s belly heaved at the idea of being gagged. Why wouldn’t he want her to talk? How horrible could this really be? “No ... they feel fine.”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to try to remain calm. This wasn’t fun and she wasn’t sure she could stay in this position for very long. She already wanted to get up, get away from this.
“My job is to find out where you boundaries are, pet, but you must let me know also. Talk to me.”
Simone shivered as Patrick laid a calming hand on her lower back. What would he say if he knew that she was hating this? Would he stop, or worse, would he be disappointed in her?
She cleared her throat. “What are you going to do with me, sir?”
Patrick stroked down her spine and then up again. It was lovely, soothing, and Simone relaxed a little under it. “I’m going to see if you like a little pain with your pleasure.”
He walked away and Simone forced herself to take another breath. She trusted Patrick, she had to.
“You have the most gorgeous ass, Simone and I want to see it nice and pink from my paddle. We’re going to count to ten, all right?”
Simone nodded and got a sharp smack to her ass in reprimand. It stung like crazy but she forced the words out. “Yes, sorry. Yes. Sir.”
There was a whistling sound, followed by a smack to her ass by the paddle. It stung and made her feel humiliated. Her face flushed with blood and she bit her lip.
He swung it again and she whimpered. She couldn’t do this, oh my God, how was she going to keep him if she couldn’t even do this?
Simone tensed for the next one, holding her breath, her muscles shaking with the need to escape.
