“I’m not in pain, Sir,” I mumbled through the stupid display of emotions, my face flushing hotly at being discovered.
“Then what?” A look of recognition crossed his face, and he smiled. “We don’t have to play all the time. Just because I’m not touching you doesn’t mean I don’t want to, sweet girl.”
Turning over so he wouldn’t see that his words upset me more, I struggled to conceal my emotions. His hands firmly pulled me back toward him, and he shook his head, those gorgeous eyes of his darkening in emotion. “We talk about things and never act like nothing’s wrong, when it obviously is. Do you understand?”
Luca taking that commanding tone again was enough to put most of my fears to rest. “Yes, Sir.” I whispered the words, pleased he was leading me again and not acting like I was some invalid.
“Until I’m sure that your sweet little ass can take the things I want to do to it, I’m not playing with you.” I understood it was out of concern for me that he wasn’t doing it, but it didn’t make me any happier. Somewhere along the line with him I’d become insatiable to the pleasure he gave, and sorely missed it.
“What am I going to do with you?” Chuckling at my look of despondency, he walked over to his closet, coming back with a strange looking vibrator and tube of lubricant. “I want that beautiful ass of yours to heal for another day, but I will compromise. Can’t have you going to bed frustrated on top of being in pain.”
I wanted to tell him the last thing I was thinking about was a little bruising on my ass, which really was worse than that, because I’d caught a glance in the mirror. Damon had left my backside covered in arrays of purple discolorations. I didn’t speak though, because Luca carefully removed my panties, tossed them aside and slid the well-oiled toy inside me.
It wasn’t that big, but as his hand pumped the end it began to inflate, stretching my walls. Extending from the vibrator were small little finger-like nubs that rested against my clit. When he turned the vibrations on, I gasped at the instant pleasure. “Thank you, Sir.” The words escaped on a soft moan.
“Don’t thank me yet, sweet girl. This has an added bonus. It’s also a kegel exerciser.” He pushed a button on the toy and I felt a pulsing inside that was a little odd. “Tell me if this becomes too much.” He pressed it again and I took in a deep breath. I could feel the vibrations but also the tensing and releasing of my inner pelvic muscles. My eyes widened as I looked at him.
“What’s it for, Sir?” I don’t know how I managed to speak with the delightful sensations I was feeling in that moment.
He chuckled, seemingly pleased with my reaction. “To keep that tight little pussy just the way I like it, of course.” His hands ran up under my shirt and fondled my breasts. “I do believe we’ll make this a daily part of your regimen from now on.” His fingers pinched my nipples and my back arched off the bed. If this was training, then he could definitely do this every day as long as I lived.
That thought lasted until he pushed the button again and the tensing and releasing became almost painful. I tensed, and he turned it back down. “Another time, we’ll see how much you can handle.”
I had no idea why increasing the intensity was uncomfortable, and decided that him pampering me might be a good thing. I wasn’t sure I could handle much more than I already had. With the lower setting it because pure pleasure again, and I felt my body build toward release. “Sir, I’m going to come.” I stiffened my legs, not wanting to do that without permission.
“Don’t hold back for me tonight, sweet girl. This is about you.”
I didn’t need more encouragement. No longer fighting the pleasure of the toy, and with him increasing the vibrations against my clit with a push of a button, I flew over the edge, and cried out loudly. My orgasm seemed to go on and on with the help of that vibrator, and I was sure that I wanted to feel that again and again. This was definitely my new best friend!
He deflated it and slid it from my clenching folds. I was shocked at how drenched I was. Coming down from that bliss, I felt a little guilty as he cleaned up the toy, replacing it, as I noticed he was fully hard. “Sir, what about you?” The thought of him not finding pleasure didn’t sit well with me at all.
“I can take care of my own needs. Are you able to rest now?” He seemed completely fine with the idea of not getting off. I wasn’t.
“Can I please you first, Sir?” I didn’t like the idea of him taking care of himself. That was my job.
“You need to rest.” His hand lowered to his impressive cock and began stroking it with firm back and forth movements. I was mesmerized by the sight, having never seen a man jerk off before.
I guess I should have been embarrassed, but I rested up on my side, watching the way his fingers squeezed around the base, then slid up to his engorged head, rolling over it then returning to start again. I couldn’t stop myself, I reached over and placed my hand on top of his and he allowed it. Copying his rhythm, I discovered what pleased him and was fascinated.
Without asking permission, I lowered my body down and took him in my mouth, wanting more than just the stroking action of a hand. I loved how he tasted, and when he allowed me to take control, I was determined to give him pleasure in this act. Keeping a steady pumping action, I suckled him, moaning at the pleasure pleasing him gave me.
His cock twitched and knowing that I was having that effect on him, made me want to take things even further. Relaxing my throat I took him in deeply, then slid away running my tongue under the ridge of his mushroom-shaped head. It was almost like I was the one getting off in this scenario because I enjoyed being in control for a change. His hands clenching the sheets, allowing me to lead this oral ride, empowered me to give him even more.
I knew he was about to come when his hips began thrusting upward, and I wanted to taste that salty essence sliding down the back of my throat. Increasing my pace, and the suction I refused to take anything less. Swallowing as copious amounts filled my mouth, I refused to stop, needing to do this for him, and maybe for myself as well. His hoarse grunt of pleasure as I drained him was like a personal praise and I didn’t stop until he began to soften in my mouth.
“Fuck, sweet girl. Another thing we can add to your list of accomplishments.” He pulled me up in his arms, and we were both breathless. For long minutes, we rested that way and the sense of fulfillment at making him happy, made me grin.
Luca being pleased with me made the world absolutely perfect. “Thank you, Sir.” I laughed softly against the hardness of his chest.
“I believe it is I who should be thanking you. Definitely nothing wrong with your oral skills.” Chuckling deeply, I felt the vibrations of his laugh and can say without doubt I’d never been so content.
I asked to escape to the bathroom for a few minutes, and he nodded, seeming to be as content as I was, because he barely moved. I brushed my teeth and took care of the physical needs before joining him again. He left me to take care of business, then returned. This time, he cuffed my wrist.
Finally we fell asleep together, and I marveled at how something as simple as being cuffed to the bed made me feel secure. I needed that routine to rest easily. Within minutes I slid into a world of dreams. They were beautiful ones, not haunted by my past, instead filled with the things Luca had shown me. If there was any better life in the world, someone would have to prove it to me.
chapter 12
Healing
Sunday was another lazy day of pampering and pure devotion from Luca. We made love, good old-fashioned vanilla-style, because he was still adamant about doing nothing else. Some chocolate flavor wouldn’t have been frowned upon, but I admit loving him in any way he allowed made me happy. Before we’d fallen asleep that night he’d told me things were handled with Damon. I didn’t know what that meant but after the passionate love we’d made, he was the last of my concerns.
Monday morning came too soon, because I knew he had to return to work. He rarely discussed his job, and when I’d asked he said keeping the two th
ings separate kept his stress level down. I had no desire for him to be tense with me, so I didn’t pry. We showered together, and there was barely any pain at all anymore. Of course, I couldn’t help lowering to my knees, pleasuring him once more before I lost him for the day. That turned into another steamy experience that had nothing to do with the heat of the water.
I watched him dress¸ and sighed as that beautiful flesh was covered in a designer suit. He adjusted his tie, smiling at my inquisitive eyes. “Jackson is going to bring you by my office after lunch today. There’s someone I want you to talk with.” He walked over to the closet and pulled out a dress suit, hanging it on the closet door. “Wear this, but I expect you naked underneath, and in my home at all times.”
Smiling broadly at being ordered to return to the routine, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.” I didn’t ask who I was meeting because just getting to see him at work was enough.
“Don’t forget the list either. Can’t have you getting lazy on me.” He grinned, walked over to me, and dropped a soft kiss on my forehead. “If the training hurts in any way today, I want you to stop.” Turning me in his arms, his hands moved over my ass, gently. “I think you’ll be fine, though.”
I thought I’d be a lot better if he continued touching me, so I was disappointed when he stopped. My lips turned into a pouty face, and he shook his head. “Be glad I’m not willing to take a chance on hurting you.” His blue eyes twinkled as he patted my ass softly. “I’ll see you soon.”
Left alone again, I started the daily chore of cleaning up. Two cups of coffee and an hour later, I considered that job done. I decided to call my mom and felt like a horrible daughter when she told me how much she missed me. My granny got on the phone, as well, and I was so glad she had no idea I was in Chicago with a man. She didn’t really believe in relationships outside of marriage. I missed them both terribly, but not enough that I was willing to give up what I had with Luca.
After that conversation I was ready to slip into a great book. I’d finished Jane Eyre, and was discovering Pride and Prejudice. Another thing I had to thank Luca for was opening my mind to these great classical authors who I knew I’d never found without his insistence. I’d discovered reading while listening to the music he wanted me to hear worked very well together.
I almost missed my training, my mind had been so immersed in the other. Struggling to keep up with David, I refused to give up the fight. I could’ve used the excuse Luca had offered me, but this was becoming personal. He was determined to work every muscle I had, and I was going to prove he couldn’t break me. The smile and praise he lavished on me after our session, made it almost worth it.
Back upstairs, I quickly glanced through recipes to finish out my list of daily activities. Only my second week of following Luca’s routine, and I already felt more accomplished. With a grin on my face, I found the perfect meal to cook for him when I returned home. Walking into the kitchen I laid out the meat so it would have time to defrost. It struck me as funny that I was doing things for him like a wife. The smile seemed pasted on my face as I finally got dressed for our meeting. It had to be wrong to feel this happy. Didn’t it?
Taking extra care with my appearance, I smoothed my hair back into a no-nonsense bun. When I looked back in the mirror I barely recognized the woman staring back. She was confident, almost beautiful, and stood with her shoulders pulled back, no longer a slouch. This is what Luca had done for me. Walking back into the bedroom I slid on the four inch heels he’d bought. I barely had time to spray on a light spritz of perfume before the doorbell rang.
Jackson looked stoic as I joined him in the hall, and I wondered if the man ever smiled. He was a tall, well-built man, and I guess it was from his Navy training days. Luca said he’d been with the Special Forces in a conversation we’d had. I followed him to the elevator without speaking. To be honest, I was somewhat intimidated by him.
When we arrived at Luca’s building, I slid out of the car, looking up at the towering concrete. His last name was splayed across the front and I realized there was much more to the man I called Master, in my mind. He was from a different world than what I grew up in. I tried to shake off that sudden feeling of not being good enough, but as I walked inside, I felt eyes on me everywhere. Maybe they didn’t think I belonged here, either? Lifting my chin I walked to the reception counter and bravely said I had a meeting with him.
The perfect little Barbie doll smiled while picking up a phone. With an even wider grin, she hung up and pointed me toward the elevators. An insane rush of jealously moved through me as I wondered if Luca had ever slept with her. I never thought I’d be the possessive type, but when it came to him I was finding that I was.
Riding up to the top level, I attempted to control that green-eyed monster. Then I met Luca’s secretary. She so should have been a sixty year old woman and not this thirtysomething professional who could easily have passed for a model. I didn’t like the women surrounding my man at all! My man. Biting back a chuckle at how possessive that sounded, I knew my attitude was unjustified. Was Luca really mine?
Being told to walk through the double doors by the gorgeous woman, riled my feathers. I needed a time out because it was easy to imagine these women down on their knees trying to please him. Frustrated at my thoughts, I sulked as I followed her directions and finally stood in the same room with the man responsible for my concern.
“You look flustered? Was the trip here that grueling?” The confusion on his gorgeous face made me feel like a petty bitch. I was the one in his bed every night, not those woman.
“It was fine, Sir,” mumbling under my breath, I tried to keep my negative thoughts to myself.
“We’ve talked about this before. Honesty. Now what’s bothering you?” When I still hesitated, his eyes grew dark. “I really don’t want your first visit to my office to end with you over my lap.”
I didn’t think that was the worst scenario with the jealously I was feeling, but also wanted to please him. “It’s nothing, Sir, you just have a lot of beautiful women working for you.” He wanted honesty? Well, I was going to give it to him.
He came around from behind his desk, his stern expression turning into a warm smile. “I suppose they are attractive, not that I see any of them that way.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he chuckled.
Rolling my eyes at his comment, I believed he was just trying to make me happy. “I think a blind man could see how beautiful your employees are.”
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?” Those perfect lips lifted into a smirk, and I wasn’t sure if he was upset or found my jealousy funny.
“Come on, Sir. You can’t tell me that working with all these Barbies you haven’t noticed them.”
“Key word there, working. What they look like doesn’t matter to me. How they perform their job, that’s a different story. On your knees.” His tone deepened, and without any thought I lowered to a kneel. I knew his disappointed voice, and this was definitely it.
Walking behind me, his hand rested on my back, then lifted to my neck, just under my hairline. “Jealousy is not an attractive emotion. It shows a lack of self-confidence in yourself and trust in me. If I decide to fuck another woman, you’ll be the first to know.”
The thought of him with another woman obviously made me angry. “So our relationship isn’t exclusive, Sir?” It was something we hadn’t discussed, but I didn’t sleep around so it wasn’t a thought until now.
“If you’re asking me if I’ve slept with anyone since you came to me, then the answer’s no. Having said that, I have trained other women together, with mutual consent.” His hand lifted to my cheek, and his fingers caressed my jaw making me ache for him.
“Mutual consent, Sir?” My words slurred as I closed my eyes, the smallest touch from him doing something to my libido that was unexplainable.
His hand left my face and he walked over to his desk, sitting behind it again. I was breathless, just that quickly and felt the dampness between my legs. “Yes.
Come sit and we’ll discuss this.” He motioned to the leather chair in front of his desk, and I wanted nothing more than to climb in his lap instead. I found my feet and took the spot he offered.
“There are many different situations in this lifestyle and some are monogamous. I haven’t considered a one-on-one relationship on a permanent basis, because I think it’s limiting, and it’s not my preference. This is something we need to discuss. When I first invited you here it wasn’t a thought that we’d work into a full time scenario.”
“So you’d expect me to share you with another woman, Sir?” That hit all kinds of red lights in my mind, and I couldn’t ever see myself being happy knowing he’d touch anyone else or play with them the way he had me.
“When you are comfortable in your own skin, yes. I train submissive’s for other Masters. That’s not a truth I’ve kept hidden from you.”
He was being honest. We’d talked for a year about how he’d taught women in this scenario. I hadn’t thought about it since he began teaching me. It was one of the things that made me feel safe coming to him, and now it was a double-edged sword.
“I can tell by the expression on your face this doesn’t please you. What you need to ask yourself is what you’re willing accept for this relationship to work. I won’t lie to you. Eventually, I will return to helping others.”
“Does it have to be about sex, Sir?” He was incredible in bed, but many of the things he was teaching me had nothing to do with his lovemaking abilities.
He smiled broadly. “Controlling passion is a great motivator, sweet girl. Think back on our first day together and tell me that you would have allowed me to do those things to you if I hadn’t given you incredible pleasure.”
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