“I’m doing this so you don’t act like a brat again. If you want to ask a question, I expect you to show respect while you’re doing it. Do you understand?” The calmness in his voice that soothed my fear of allowing this to happen.
“Yes.” His hand gripped my ass firmly, and I tensed at the strength he showed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I understand.” I didn’t like him in this mode. It made me feel like a naughty child, instead of the fully grown woman I was. That hand lifted and came down with a force that brought tears to my eyes, and I didn’t have time to think.
I thought I could handle this. It was nothing more than a spanking after all, but after several sharp smacks to my ass I wasn’t sure I could. My hips struggled to move away, but his free hand rested over my back, keeping me in place until I cried out as one final blow really stung.
Tears graced my cheeks and I sobbed even after he stopped, and his hands gently massaged the heated flesh. I knew I never wanted to disappoint him that way again, and in that same thought, I felt that I’d deserved what he’d done. It was all a little confusing. When his hand moved between my legs, caressing me until I was squirming for another reason, my thoughts were even more jumbled.
“I’m very proud of you, sweet girl. Even after being punished your pussy weeps for me. Would you like to come?” A finger inched inside, pressing against the wall of my sex. He rotated it, then curved and the spot he touched had me hanging on the edge of a bliss so incredible I cried out.
“Yes.” I didn’t understand my mindset. He’d just spanked me like a naughty child, and now he was giving me the exact pleasure he’d denied that brought on the action. That magical finger plunged in and out, rubbing over my clit with each exit.
“Then ask me.” He pushed deeply and stilled leaving me frustrated again at the need for more.
Could I ask him for that? My hips rotated of their own accord, proving that my body wanted release and begging me to stop denying that need. “Please, can I come?” The voice that asked him for permission was hardly recognizable as my own. It was filled with longing and almost sounded whiny.
“Of course you can.” He inched another finger inside, stretching me deliciously before riding me until I came so hard it was almost painful. My pussy gripped and released his fingers as it longed for more than just that fulfillment. Then he slid them free, and one found my ass again, slowly taking me that way. The sensation was nothing but pleasure and I knew better than to doubt his abilities again.
My limbs were nothing but jelly from the force of my release, and I didn’t tense as he added another finger to my back entrance, stretching me. I knew he was preparing my body to eventually take him that way. I wasn’t naïve, but having his hands on me, even that way, made me feel cared for. When he finally pulled free I felt bereft.
“Walk with me and let’s clean up.” With ease he lifted me from his lap and I stood. I followed him back to the bathroom, still in my own thoughts as he washed his hands. My mind came back into the present when he washed me thoroughly. Even though I’d just had the greatest orgasm of my life, he easily brought my body back to life again. I moaned softly.
“You are such a sensual creature, sweet girl, I can’t wait to see how many ways I can make you come.” He tossed the rag in the laundry bin, and swatted my ass lightly. “Let’s give you that tour before I take you back to bed and start experimenting.”
I wasn’t against the idea of him trying out his ideas, my pussy throbbed again as I followed him back into the living room. He pulled my jeans off the floor handing them to me, and then lifted my panties. “These things aren’t allowed on that beautiful ass again, understand?”
He didn’t want me wearing panties? Okay. Well, I wasn’t about to argue with him. Or maybe I should? If every argument ended up with the sensations he’d given afterward, that might have some merit. “I understand.” My ass was still a little sore, so doing what he asked seemed like the smarter idea.
After I slid on my jeans and flats, he took my hand and we walked out of his penthouse suite. Words weren’t spoken as he stepped in the elevator, but I noticed a small tick in his jaw. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t like you in jeans, either. We’ll have to fix your wardrobe. I want you accessible to me all the time.” I was a little shocked when he cupped me through my jeans, and I wished I wasn’t wearing the material either at the moment. “This won’t do at all.” He dropped his hand as the elevator reached the ground floor and I think I was as disappointed as he was.
The only thing that took my focus away from his touch was entering the huge library. I loved books, and this room was filled to the hilt with a collection I couldn’t wait to delve into.
“I expect you to visit here at least an hour a day. Later, I’ll write a list of books you need to read. We’ll also work on your fitness schedule. You’ll need to be in good shape to keep up with me.”
Thankfully we were alone in the room, because I’d have been embarrassed to have him talk about my extra pounds with people around. I lowered my head, embarrassed and he quickly walked over lifting my chin.
“Stop. I know what you’re thinking, Gina, and you need to let go of that mindset. Even though you’re perfect the way you are, it’s my job to make sure not only your body is in perfect physical health, but your mind, as well. For the things I plan to do to you, I need to have control of both.”
He winked at me before letting go of my chin, and walking away to one of the long rows of books. I guess I expected him to pull out a book about being a proper submissive, even though I doubted this library boasted such books. What he came back with, shocked me. Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy. I knew the author, even though I’d never read him.
“I donated several books, and I think you’ll enjoy him. You might even find your mindset has much in common with Anna’s.” His long fingers traced the title, leaving me mesmerized. “When you’ve read this one, I’d like you to write down your thoughts so we can discuss them.” He placed the book in my hands, and I held it affectionately to my chest. If it was something he liked, I wanted to know more.
Smiling affectionately at my action, I presumed, he place his hand at the small of my back, leading me out of the room. “I have a computer room upstairs, so you shouldn’t need the media room, but it’s down the hall. There’s a key card you can use to get entrance. We’ll head down to the basement to show you the gym next.”
Instead of taking the elevator, he chose the stairs, entering his card to give us access. The gym was immaculate and I could see myself getting overwhelmed with all the machinery here. I’d never visited one before. He walked over to the front desk and I followed like a lost puppy dog, waiting patiently as he spoke with the staff member.
“I’d like to hire a trainer for my guest. Does David have any openings for the morning workout?” They spoke and I took the opportunity to study my surroundings. I was more than pleased at the Jacuzzi and pool I saw through the glass enclosed doors at the back of the room. Luca’s world was so completely different than the one I came from.
He grasped my elbow and smiled broadly. “You’ll be working with David on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday at ten in the morning. He’s a tough trainer, but you’ll find him fair.”
“Thank you?” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel about working with someone, but he obviously wanted this.
“You may not feel the same the first few weeks, but later you’ll appreciate the gift. He can start you on a routine. That’s out of the way, only a few more things left before I get you back upstairs.”
I had no idea where he was taking me as we walked back upstairs and out the front door. The next hours were spent getting my hair cut and styled, and buying new clothes that were outrageously expensive and made me feel guilty for what he was spending. I discovered quickly not to question his expenditures, because he wouldn’t discuss it.
By the time we finally returned to his place, I was exhausted. He ordered
in dinner, so we ate Chinese, then sat in the living room curled up on the couch watching movies. I guess I didn’t expect things to be so normal with Luca, after the way the day began, but I was learning he could be like the average person. When he chose it. Of course doing all these things without my clothes on was a new experience. The minute we’d walked through the door, that privilege was lost.
The normal perception lasted until we walked back to his bedroom to sleep. I’d enjoyed the movie and just being with him, but now my nerves were frazzled again as we prepared for bed. Of course I wanted him to touch me again, even after the mundane tasks we’d completed today that thought wasn’t far from my mind. What I wasn’t sure I was ready for was to, using his words, fuck him.
He undressed leaving nothing on, climbing into bed as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I stood at the opposite side, nervously twirling my newly styled locks. “It’s hard to sleep standing up.” He pulled the covers back on my side, and that devastatingly handsome grin found his face again. “Use the restroom then come back to me.”
I didn’t have the urge to go, but I needed that time to get my emotions under control. After brushing my teeth, doing my business, then washing my hands, I came back into his room with a little more confidence. Feeling like an idiot for being so worried, I climbed in and pulled the covers up to my chin, happy to be covered up again. Luca chuckled softly at my actions.
He reached over my head and I heard the soft rattle of a chain so I turned to see what he was doing. Attached to the chain was a padded cuff, like the ones you’d see in a hospital setting. I’d done some volunteer work in a nursing home so I knew what that was. My eyes widened as he took my wrist gently in his hand, and secured the Velcro strap.
“If you need an emergency visit to the ladies’ room, it’s easy to remove, but otherwise, you keep this on.” His lips lowered to my forehead and he kissed me tenderly, then turned off the lamp by the bed. “Sweet dreams.”
In the darkness it felt like the restraint was even more restraining, although the length of chain allowed me pretty much free movement. Just knowing it was there made me very aware that I belonged to him though. I fidgeted in the bed, trying to get comfortable as I allowed the day to play through my thoughts. He felt a million miles away with our bodies not touching.
“Come here.” He pulled me over to rest on his chest, adjusting my chained wrist so it sat on top of the covers. “Sleep, sweet girl. You’re going to need your rest for tomorrow.” His hand caressed my hair, and oddly enough it lulled me into relaxation so I could do as he asked. Listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart, feeling his hand, knowing I wasn’t alone. I fell into a world of dreams not haunting by the demons of my past.
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chapter four
Discovery
I woke up the next morning, my wrist restraint removed, and watching Luca as he sat a tray down on the small table on my side of the bed. “You talk in your sleep.” He grinned and poured a cup of coffee from the carafe. “Cream and sugar?”
Still half-asleep, I nodded and sat up in the bed, not even paying attention that the blanket rested around my waist until his eyes feel taking in my breasts. “I’ll give you a pardon on the words. For now.” His attention turned back to the coffee and he doctored it up then lifted the mug carefully to my lips.
I took a small sip, feeling pampered and a little embarrassed as he babied me. “Thank you.” I reached up to grab the cup, but he shook his head no.
“You’re welcome. No hands. Put them behind your back.” The excitement pooled in my stomach at his words, and I can’t say why the thought of him caring for me this way turned me on. Following his order, I clasped my hands behind my back, and he lifted the cup again. The drink tasted decadent, but I’m sure that had to do with how it was being received.
He carefully fed me small bites of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon and I smiled the entire time. What he did wasn’t expected and it truly warmed my heart. I finished my breakfast, even though I was full before the plate was empty, because it pleased me to be served by his hand.
“Go grab a shower, and meet me back in here when you’re done. I have things planned for you.” His smile was reassuring and my libido jumped through the roof. Without wasting a minute, I slid out of bed and followed his instructions. I wasn’t a morning person, but knowing that he wanted to play changed my mindset. There was no fear in what he planned for me, which should have been a huge deal except I wasn’t really awake enough to start worrying yet.
When I made it back to the room, my opinion changed slightly. Luca had stripped off the comforter, and resting on the four corners of the bed were leather ankle and wrist cuffs attached by small chains. On the bedside table were an array of toys that I’d only seen in dirty magazines online. I bit my lip and stopped a few scant inches away from the scene.
“It’s time to discover what you like, sweet girl. There’s nothing to fear here, you have my word.” He held out his hand to me, and I walked forward before my mind could stop me from thinking more about what he had planned. He was asking for my trust, and I truly wanted to give it to him, even if some of the objects frightened me when I considered how they could be used.
He helped me into the bed and I rested on my back, staring at the ceiling as he bound me spread eagle on that plush surface. “Nothing here will hurt you, Gina, but I want you to have safe words in case you need to slow down something I’m doing.” He’d explained what those words meant in our conversations online but went over them again.
“If something I do makes you uncomfortable and you need to slow down, just say yellow. I don’t want to hit any triggers, but if you hate what’s happening, tell me red. Everything ends when you say that word and we’ll talk about why it bothered you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” I don’t know what made me call him that, but it seemed to please him, if the smile on his face was any indication. I put that in my mental file because I wanted to make Luca happy.
Sliding on a glove that appeared to be made of rabbit fur, he rubbed it slowly over my body, starting at my ankles, missing my sex, and continuing upward between my breasts, then over my shoulders. “Do you like this?”
The sensation was soothing and I sighed softly. “Yes, Sir.” His smile deepened as he continued the action and I marveled at how a single word pleased him.
The fur played over my breasts and my nipples tightened. I think I can safely say I enjoyed the rabbit pelt, to the point I was disappointed when he placed it down to pick up another object. This one looked imposing. A long metal rod, with a wheel of pins on the end. I tensed.
“Trust me.” He ran the small wheel up my leg and I discovered it wasn’t painful at all, it actually tickled making me tense for another reason. “It’s called a wartenberg wheel.” His sexy blue eyes took on a devious glint as he brought it against the sole of my foot and I laughed. “Not ticklish, are we?”
He truly was a sadist, I discovered as he continued the torture on my feet until I was squirming and laughing so hard I could barely contain myself. Mercifully he stopped, chuckling deeply before picking up another toy. “The things I could do to you.” The object was shaped like a small bullet, and he flipped a switch at the bottom, making it vibrate.
I moaned as he pressed it against my clit, sending a delightful sensation through my pussy that had me biting my lip to halt the sound. “I’d say this one might be a favorite.” Parting the lips of my sex with one hand, he gently massaged that hard nub until I was ready to come. “Oh, no, sweet girl. You’re not allowed to get off that easily.” He pulled it away and I wanted to beg for more.
When he Dangled a small set of clamps over my face, I wondered what he planned on doing with those and didn’t have long to wait as he attached them to my nipples. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure was strange and when he tugged gently on the chain connecting them, I gasped.
“Too much?”
“No, Sir.” I found I enjoyed the se
nsation, even though it shocked me.
“Good. We’ll leave them on for now. I have another little clamp, and you need to let me know if it’s something you don’t enjoy.” His fingers clasped my clit. I took a quick intake of breath at the feeling, and then I felt a different kind of pressure as he secured the rubber covered clamp there. The intense sensation settled down quickly. I knew it was there, but it wasn’t painful. “Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” My pussy throbbed from the added stimulation and my core drenched. Definitely not something that I wouldn’t want to try again.
“Such a sweet girl. Your plump little clit holds that well.”
My face heated at his words, but my focus moved to the thin little stick that looked like it had a miniature leather paddle on the end. Confused by what its use was, it didn’t take long to figure it out as he lightly swatted the clamp on my clit. It felt like tiny pin pricks of sensation. I was torn between loving and hating it.
After several small slaps with it, I discovered the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. He removed the clamp and the blood flow there was not very pleasurable. I groaned. “We’ll have to make that feel better.” He smiled wickedly and grasped yet another toy. A thin, long, vibrator.
As he rubbed it over my clit, the ache disappeared immediately and I cried out as it slid inside a few inches. He carefully inched the toy in and out, building my pleasure and the need for fulfillment. I closed my eyes, wanting to lose myself in the ecstasy, but the minute I did he pulled free. “I want to see those beautiful eyes. Don’t close them again.”
He inched the toy inside my clenching folds again, and I forced my lids to remain open. I knew it wouldn’t take long to find paradise when the vibrations began with a tiny movement of his hand. My hips began mimicking his back and forth movements, wanting to come so bad it made me frantic. I was so very close that when he removed it again, I whimpered.
“Please, Sir!” I didn’t care that I sounded like a needy whore in that moment, I just wanted satisfaction.
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