I clenched my thighs together as I remembered walking into his apartment, stripping down, and then the pleasurable aftermath of sexual fulfillment that came later. Would I have allowed him to spank me, bare my body, or use a flogger without the promise of being fulfilled? The answer was a resounding no. I definitely wouldn’t have followed his training methods. At least in the beginning.
“I understand where you’re going, Sir. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I felt like a pouty little girl.
“I have ways of making you like things.” He was smirking again, and personally I wasn’t in the mood to be amused. Luca was going to have sex with other women, I wasn’t sure how to be okay about that. Releasing a deep sigh, my mood continued to darken. “I can see this is something we’ll have to discuss more when there’s time.”
A knock on his office door, stopping our conversation. “The person I wanted you to meet is here.” He stood and walked over to let his visitor in.
When the woman walked through the door, my first thought was that he’d already found his next trainee. She was at least thirty years older than myself, and her demeanor was anything but submissive. She shook Luca’s hand and exchanged greetings. They appeared to have some type of relationship. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly that was since they both seemed rather formal.
“Gina, this is Dr. Sullivan, she’s a brilliant psychiatrist and one of my dearest friends.” I stood taking the woman’s perfectly manicured hand that was extended.
“Nice to meet you.” Speaking politely, I was a little confused about why he’d brought her in. She was a little old to need Luca’s training, wasn’t she? Or maybe that was just my limited mindset about the lifestyle.
“You, as well. Luca has explained your situation and I’m very excited about working together.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m in the dark here.” I was going to work with this lady? I had no idea what type of job we could do together.
“Dr. Sullivan is one of the best in her field when it comes to helping patients deal with abuse in their past. As your Master, it’s a conflict of interest for me to counsel you that way, so I’d like to accept her service.”
If that wasn’t a curveball thrown at me, I’m not sure what was. He’d brought in a shrink? Yes, we’d talked about me needing to find a counselor back home, but I didn’t have health insurance, and couldn’t afford it. Still, a little warning would have been nice! “Forgive me, Dr. Sullivan, I’m afraid I’ve been caught a little off-guard.” Without even thinking about my action, I glared at Luca.
To her credit, Dr. Sullivan grinned, and Luca smirked again. He was really not making me happy today, and I felt my temper riding on a very short leash. “I find it very refreshing that you don’t hide your emotions from him. Most new submissive’s forget that they are human beings and not puppets to be lead around by their Dominant.”
My eyes widened at her words, and I almost laughed when Luca’s smirk turned into a frown. “I believe you know me well enough to say I wouldn’t allow that type of behavior.”
“I wouldn’t consider us friends if you did. This new wave of people discovering our lifestyle through popular fiction has doubled my client list, though.”
She was a submissive or Mistress? That changed instantly the way I looked at her, and I’m not sure why. I listened to her discuss the abusive nature of some of the, as she titled them, so-called-Doms and cringed. In her opinion the majority were just men trying to get off by ordering women to debase themselves.
“I’m glad more people are open to discussing sexuality, but I agree the trend also has some dangerous drawbacks. I worked with a girl last year that was beaten badly and will likely have problems her entire life because of an abusive wannabe.”
I wondered if he meant professionally or as her Master. The latter not making me like her much. “I wondered how people in the mental health field felt about this lifestyle.” I was thinking out loud, mainly to myself.
“Prior to 1994, any of us in a professional capacity kept silent about our BDSM relationships. But it was declassified as a mental illness. With the right partner the lifestyle can be a beautiful thing, but like with any relationship, the wrong one can be detrimental to your mindset.” Dr. Sullivan gave the explanation with such ease I could almost see her having explained this a hundred times before.
“I would like us all to sit down together and discuss if this agreement will work.” Luca took his seat behind the desk again. “There are things in Gina’s past I think she needs to work out in a professional capacity, and of course, I want to be sure this relationship is a positive one for her.”
Dr. Sullivan and I took our seats and my mind was a little shocked that he was concerned that our relationship could be negative. “In the week I’ve been with you, Sir, I’ve already accomplished more than I ever would have on my own.” I needed to reassure him.
“We can talk more about that in private, if you agree, but I felt it would be better for you if we had Luca here for the introductions. Please know that I will never discuss with him anything said in private between us. You should also know that we won’t meet here if you choose to go forward. I find it a conflict of interest.”
Of course, my eyes flew to Luca’s, needing his permission. It was becoming habit now to turn to him for these needs, and I hoped that wasn’t a bad thing. “If Luca feels you can help me, then I’m willing to try.”
“This is why I worry about women with abusive pasts coming into these relationships.” Dr. Sullivan looked pointedly at Luca, then back to me. “You need to want this for yourself, and understand the difference between pleasing him and your self-growth as a person.”
“I expect her to be dependent on me for the first few months. I’m working now on her gaining more confidence in her abilities, and becoming that rounded person I know is hiding below the surface.” Luca smiled at me, turning his attention back to her as she spoke.
“I don’t doubt your methods or your sincerity, because I know you well. That being said, if after the initial training period is over if she can’t function on her own, then I’ll ask her to walk away from you.”
Training period? What the hell was she talking about? I couldn’t see ever walking away from Luca, even if he wanted to have sex with other women. That was a block for me. I could trust him with my life, but seeing him screwing someone else? I wasn’t sure I had it in me.
“If that’s the case you won’t have to worry about telling her to leave. Gina’s very special to me, I would end this if I thought what I was doing was wrong for her.”
It broke my heart to think about Luca sending me away. “Maybe I wouldn’t go, Sir.” How could he sit there and calmly talk about our relationship being over? I didn’t like where this conversation was leading.
“We’ll talk about this later, sweet girl.” He winked at me, and for a moment, the world was fine. “Now that you two have been introduced, I have a meeting to attend. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us.” He turned from the doctor smiling at me. “If you get finished before I’m done, feel free to order in lunch and I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
He walked around, lowered his lips to my forehead then left me sitting there. Being in his office without him was very uncomfortable, mainly because I didn’t want to talk about leaving Luca, ever again. The feeling didn’t last long because Dr. Sullivan filled the next hour by encouraging me to speak about what happened with my stepfather. I was a little surprised that just getting that story out there made me feel better.
We made an appointment to meet in her office next week. After ordering takeout, I sat in Luca’s chair hoping he’d return soon. All that earlier talk about us going separate ways made me miss him desperately. No matter what it took, I was determined to make him so happy he couldn’t ever ask me to leave. So much so that when he returned I fell to my knees the moment he walked back into the room, taking it upon myself to show him how much I wanted to please him
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His cock in my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair, I loved the sensual growl of pleasure that escaped his lips. “I should probably punish you for that, my sweet, naughty girl. But I missed you too.” He pulled free, walked over and locked the door, and came back pulling up my skirt.
I wasted no time following that command, and he had me bent over his desk, his tongue darting deep in my pussy, preparing me, before replacing it with what I was really craving. His hand covered my mouth as he drove into me repeatedly, and my soft cries of pleasure were muffled. It felt so liberating knowing that he was fucking me right here in his office, with all those beautiful woman just outside those walls. Each deep thrust was a reminder that Luca was mine!
chapter 13
Education
Getting back to the penthouse was almost a letdown after the passionate rendezvous we’d shared in his building. Luca had even pleasured me with his fingers in the elevator before we were almost busted by other colleagues of his stepping in. Being with him was always living on the edge, and I loved it!
I showered off the proof of our exploit, and started on dinner, my smile back once again. He’d proven to me today that he didn’t care where we were if the mood struck him, I was his. As long as we didn’t get arrested for indecent exposure, I’m not so sure I cared, either. When we were together, I wanted to be his willing slave, and it didn’t hurt that he made the reward worth the submission.
He arrived home, and of my own accord, I walked over and knelt in the front entry. His security system gave me a few minutes to prepare before he entered, and I wanted him to know I was ready to please the moment he came in the door. With a wide smile, he lowered his hand to my hair and caressed.
“Wench, I’m starving, our little session today wore me out!” With a deep chuckle, he held out his hand and I took it so he could help me stand.
Was I becoming a sex addict? Probably so. There was rarely a time when I wasn’t thinking about loving Luca. “Then allow me to serve you, Sir.” Grinning, I all but skipped into the kitchen, excited about sharing with him the dinner I’d prepared.
He had an incredible dining room, but never wanted to eat there. Sitting at the breakfast bar was more intimate and to be honest I enjoyed the casualness of it. I felt like a French Maid without the uniform as I carried his plate in. He preferred water with his meals and I’d just poured him a glass when he pulled me into his lap. “This smells delicious.” Capturing my lips with his he kissed me passionately, then lifted me to my feet.
I grinned at his playful manner, and walked over to pick up my plate. We ate in companionable silence and I discovered that watching a man eat is inherently sexy. Or maybe that was just Luca. Even when he brushed his teeth or shaved, it seemed to hit some internal place in me.
I didn’t eat as much as I had back home, mainly because food was no longer my comfort zone. He was. He wiped his mouth and even the way he did that was hot. I moaned under my breath, done with dinner and wanting dessert which had nothing to do with sweets.
Shaking his head, he picked up our plates taking them to the sink. “How are you feeling?” We stood together, him rinsing off dishes and me placing them in the dishwasher.
“I’m fine, Sir. More than that.” I wanted to play and I knew he was talking about my ass. That seemed to be a sore spot with him lately. I giggled. Sore spot, my bruised butt. If I could laugh about it, I’d say it was healed plenty.
“When we’re finished here go into the living room and kneel. I want to truss you up.” He splashed me with water from his fingers, and I squealed. I loved this playful side of him.
“Yes, Sir.” I had no idea what trussing me up meant, but I wasn’t worried. There was no doubt in my mind that Luca would never hurt me. At least not in a way I didn’t like. Unless you counted punishment. I really hated that, but the effects were not long lasting. The reminder of why they happened was a different story.
Finished with the chore, I followed his earlier command and had been kneeling on the imported rug for a few minutes. Staring out at the night sky through the floor length glass, I started growing impatient. What was he doing that took so long? My head turned as he walked toward me with a big bag, and I smiled.
“Eyes forward. Hands behind your back.” There was no playing around in his voice now, and that strict demand made my stomach tense in nervous anticipation. I knew we were about to play.
I felt the blindfold being secured around my head before my vision was obscured. “Sensory deprivation and rope bondage, sweet girl. That’s what you’re learning tonight. Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir.” My body began to tremble at the loss of sight, but not once was I afraid. If anything, I was completely turned on. When he plugged my ears with headphones, and classical music began pouring through them, I tensed.
His soothing caress on my shoulders instantly calmed me. Then that comforting touch was gone and I felt my ankles being tied up securely. His hands pressed down on my hips until I was sitting back on them, then I felt him binding my arms. But it wasn’t just my wrists. He started there and continued wrapping the rope upward until my arms were bound together up to the elbows.
Lifting me under my arms into a full kneel again, I caught my breath as he wove rope around my abdomen, and up under my breasts. The music and his touch became my full focus.
Then his beautiful hands began binding my breasts, leaving only my nipples exposed as he expertly worked the rope over my shoulders and back around until I understood exactly what trussed up meant. It was oddly freeing, and a little intimidating, to lose the ability to move. None of the bindings were tight, but it was secure enough that I knew I had limited movement. I was startled when I felt something bump against my lips. He tapped my jaw and I understood he wanted me to open for him.
I did and I tasted the slightly salty taste of his cock as he pushed forward. Without hesitation I suckled him in, knowing that he could fuck my mouth however he liked with me tied like this. Had I not trusted him I might have been frightened, but again, I knew Luca wouldn’t hurt me. I took what he offered and attempted to pleasure him the best I could as he slowly increased his rhythm.
I was in one of the most vulnerable positions a woman could be in, and instead of worrying what would happen, I thought of how I could pleasure him. I relaxed my throat as he hit the back of it, and tasted a tiny preview of his passion slide down my throat. I was lost in a dark paradise of music, sensation, and feeling everything so intently. This sensory deprivation had its merits!
Focusing on the steady slow thrusts of his cock, I managed to keep time with the beat of the music, increasing my tempo even as he seemed perfectly fine taking his time. His hands slid into my hair, holding it like a ponytail as he allowed me to control our pace. I knew before his pleasure slid down my throat that he was coming, from the grip he had.
Sliding from my lips, he carefully arranged my body so my chest was against the carpet, cheek turned to the side. Ass up to the sky, I felt that magical tongue stroke my pussy and cried out loudly. When I was almost at the point of no return, he removed that pleasure, and I groaned in frustration. I didn’t have much time for that since I felt a dildo pressing in, taking his tongues place.
I didn’t mind being at his mercy at all. As he brought me back to the edge, I begged for release. The ropes didn’t matter, or anything else except for the permission to come and I did so screaming his title. It was pure, unadulterated bliss! My Master could tie me up and use my body like this any time he chose.
I’d barely come down from the high as he began removing my bonds. Carefully pulling the plugs from my ears, his fingers went back to the knots deftly untying them. Only my blindfold was left in place. “I do believe my sweet girl likes being trussed up.” He chuckled warmly.
“I liked it a lot, Sir.” Leaning back against his chest once I was finally free, I tried to catch my breath. I felt like I’d been running for miles from his play, and was almost drained.
“Yo
u look beautiful tied up.” He helped me stand, still keeping my vision prisoner. “I think you’re going to keep the blindfold on for a while.”
I wasn’t sure whether to groan or laugh, because he obviously wasn’t done with me yet. Leading me back to the bathroom, I stood in darkness as I heard the water being turned on for the bath. He tied up my hair with a band, then helped me step over the lip of the tub. Once I was seated, he bathed every inch of me, making me want him again.
Instead of allowing me that pleasure, he helped me out and then towel dried me, before leading me to the bed. My wrist was chained, and I heard him moving around in the room, but still no sight. I felt the slight depression in the mattress as he joined me, and snuggled up beside him.
“We should discuss what major you’re going to pursue.”
He wanted to talk about education? Now? I wanted to get educated all right, but not in anything that was legal for a degree. “What do you think I’d be good at, Sir?” I honestly just wanted to get back to the fun part, so whatever he decided would be good enough for me.
He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and not lightly either, making me yelp. “What do you enjoy, and I’m not talking about in this bed, either. I refuse to make all your choices for you.”
Luca was in serious mode, and I quickly got my head out of the gutter. Well, for the most part. “I’m really enjoying the cooking stuff. But I don’t think culinary is something I’d want to do full time, Sir.”
“Okay. We’ll put that on a back burner for the moment. What else?”
“Promise not to laugh, Sir?” I had always wanted to be a journalist, and enjoyed writing as a hobby, but it seemed like a far-fetched idea.
“Unless you tell me you want to be a full-time clown, you have my word.” The severity of his tone had lightened considerably now that we were discussing the topic.
I giggled at the thought. “No, Sir. I’m not big on the huge red noses. I always wanted to be a reporter for a newspaper.” I bit my lip as I revealed my dream, wondering if he’d think I was crazy for wanting to do something like that.
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