by Mia Ford
Her eyes are wide and there’s no movement on her part but I know that one of two things are happening. Her heart’s beating like a rocket at the speed of light and her panties are wet. I bet that they’re dripping so much that she’s left a little patch on the seat.
“This weekend is about fucking sweetheart. I’m your dominant and you’re my submissive. If I tell you to bark, you ask me how loud? If I tell you to strip. You move at the speed of light and if I tell you to get on all fours. You do it without hesitation.”
She swallows a lump in her throat and she’s blinking out of control.
“So, my aunt paid seventy-five thousand dollars for you to fuck me?”
I like her tone, but as much as she’s trying to sound confident, she’s failing miserably because her voice is weak and her lips are quivering.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“So, you do this for a living?”
I laugh, “No, I have a job. I just know how to satisfy a woman.”
I’m waiting for her to leave. Tell me that she wants to get out and this isn’t what she had in mind. She thought that I’ll take her out to dinner or even show her a different part of town that she’s never seen before, she never expected my boldness or for me to tell her that her expectations were wrong. I’m only going to give her one thing and nothing more.
“When you say that I’m a submissive, you mean that I’m basically a dog?”
Her voice is weak as she’s probably trying to digest it all. Wondering if this is a good idea or not, which is fair enough and I don't mind taking the time out to explain it to her properly, “No it’s a different type of relationship. It’s not like an owner and their dog where I say fetch and you go and get the ball that I’ve just thrown and we repeat that over and over again until one of us gets tired.”
“So, what is it?”
“A submissive should always be respectful. I’m giving you the ground rules so that there’s no rudeness or attitude at anything that I command you to do. I need to ask one thing, you don’t seem the type but I need to be sure.”
“What?”
“You must be in control at all times. You can’t be an alcoholic or even a drug user, they are body and mind controlling agents. They can affect how you think and act at any time. You can get paranoid and think that I’m doing something or feel something even if I’m not touching you. You won’t get the full pleasure of being a submissive if you’re addicted to any of those things.”
“Well, I am addicted to one thing.”
I knew that it was too good to be true.
“Ben & Jerry! Does that count?”
She looks so innocent as she asks the question, I want to laugh, but I can tell that she’s serious and then I remember what her aunt said. She mentioned about her being depressed, maybe she’s been comfort eating as a result of it?
“No.”
She nods as if she’s trying to digest it all in, so I continue speaking. I think that it’s good to be honest before we go any further. So that we both know what we’re getting ourselves into.
“This is rule one of a good submissive relationship.”
I want to touch her hair and figure out what’s going to happen next.
She replies, “Honesty.”
Shit, she’s learning already I don’t even feel like taking her home. I feel like I want to reward her here and now.
“It’s about respect, I hold the position of authority and you as the submissive knows the difference between your needs and desires. I’m not a mind reader. I can only assume that you’re thinking certain things by your body movement. The way you react to my touch,” I trace a finger down her face.
She quivers and I growl, “Just like that, you want this as much as I do. I can tell. Otherwise, you would have bolted out of the car screaming that this isn’t something that you want. The fact that you’re in the car tells me that you want this.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I’m processing this is in my mind trying to get my head around it. One thing’s for sure. You don’t beat around the bush.”
“Exactly. I need to make sure that you’re one hundred percent comfortable with all of this so that we both have a mutual understanding of where we go from now on.”
She nods her head.
“I want you to know your rights. When you think that I’ve crossed the line and when you think that it borderlines at abusive. So, the only way to make sure that everything goes according to plan is to come out with a safe word. Something that at any time you’re not comfortable with it all you shout out.”
She laughs, “There’s only one thing that I can think of…”
“Okay?”
I ask out of curiosity, because she seems lost in her thoughts and she's not saying anything as her eyes dart around the car. Maybe she doesn’t understand, so I give her a bit more detail, "I promise everything stops. No questions asked. Understood?”
“Yes.”
I’m waiting for her to say something else, like to tell me exactly what the word is, but she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s trying to figure it out and then she says, “Elsa.”
“Elsa?”
“Yes, from Frozen.”
She can tell that I haven’t got a clue what she’s talking about so she continues to explain it to me.
“It’s a movie and anyway, I think of myself as Elsa. Not as pretty as her, but we have the same color hair and sparkling blue eyes. She has…”
I laugh, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But if that’s what you want then. Who am I to question it.”
I turn the ignition and ask, “Ready?”
She nods, “This may sound crazy, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Yes, I’m ready.”
That’s music to my ears, I don’t even need the radio to play as she’s said exactly what I need to hear. This is going to be better than I thought it was going to be. In fact, I can’t wait to get her home and start. This weekend’s going to be fucking fantastic. Something that she’ll remember for her lifetime and maybe at the end of it, Ms. Young will give me even more of a discount, just for showing her niece the best time of her life.
Chapter Seven
Joshua
“I’m thinking that there’s no time like the present. We should just get straight down to business.”
She swallows as if she has a lump in her throat as I open up the car door.
“This is your home?”
I nod, I could say something smart. But I can tell that she’s nervous as she takes a lot longer to leave the car then she did to enter it in the first place.
I take out my hand and help her out of the car. She hasn’t said a word, even when I parked up I expected her to tell me that she doesn’t want to stay here. That she can’t do it anymore, but she says nothing as I lead her into the house.
I lock the car and then as I turn the key into my house, which is nothing like her aunt’s house I think about small talk. This isn’t the same as meeting someone or even trying to add someone to my little black book. This is completely different and I wonder if she wants to still go ahead with it or if she’s saving face, by not saying a word.
“Don’t worry I won’t bite.”
I’m expecting her to laugh with me, then I realize that I’ve lied a bit. I do intend to bite just a little bit especially when I’m sucking on those juicy melons.
It’s as if she’s a virgin because she looks lost. Then again, my house isn’t that big but she’s not fully game. I think there’s some doubt about her going ahead with it. I gave her the choice to leave at her aunt’s house, but she came along.
I could ask her the reason for it, to put her mind at ease, but I decide that once I get her butt naked, she’ll be begging me for more. I take her up the stairs and she steadily keeps up the pace and then as we get to the room. The one that’ll be her new home this weekend.
I announce as soon as I open the door, “Welcome to the best room in the house.”
She nervously smiles, but as we walk into the room and the sensor lightening starts to work slowly. I can see that she’s like a little kid in a candy store. I bet that she’s never seen let alone used anything in this room. I could beat around the bush and get make her think that this is a date, but it’s not.
My intentions for this weekend were clear and I gave her a chance to leave, but she didn’t want to. I watch as she walks around touching the whips and paddles. Then she pushes the swings, the one that I intend to strap her in by the end of the night. I know that she’ll feel better once we get started, there’s no doubt in my mind about that.
I know that some women find my dominance intimidating, but those are the horny ones; the ones who eye me up and down and over again. They spend their times hanging around bars trying to find someone to give them some attention with the intention of taking them home on the same night. Sometimes when I bring them to my play room they become intimidated. I wonder at times if women only want what they can’t have. When they get it, they don’t know what to do with it.
I don’t give her a chance to think. The only thing that she has to know is that I’m the one in charge here. She’s my puppet and all she has to do is my wishes alone. Nothing else. Once she’s here, not only will she feel better, but she’ll feel like a beautiful swan. Ready to go out and feel sore, but better about herself once more. That’s what her aunt wants and that’s what I intend to do. I won’t let my reputation forsake me. No, fucking way.
I don’t want her to think of this as a torture chamber. I turn around and I can see her eyes looking around wildly and there’s only fright written all over her face. She needs to be comfortable in here and there’s only one way to do that.
Make her sit down.
I point to the wooden chair and say, “Sit.”
Her eyes are wider and she’s hugging her breasts as if her life depends on it. Any more resistance and I’ll just send her back home. I asked if she was down for it. I didn’t pretend that we were going out on a date. I told her straight up. This is what your weekend will entail and I thought she understood.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Now, I’m thinking that this fucking deal isn’t worth it.
Scarlett’s around five foot eight and with her heels we’re nearly the same size. The chair’s big enough for her. I can’t wait to see what’s fucking underneath that dress. What pleasures is she hiding underneath it?
I wonder if she thinks that what I said to her in the car was a joke. “Remember your safe word?”
She nods as she sits down and then I kneel in front of her and she whispers, “Elsa.”
I don’t know who the fuck she is, but she seems to have made an impression on me. I move her dress up her legs. She doesn’t say a word, she’s still hugging her breasts and her movements are uncomfortable. I’m about to make her relax.
“I’m going to taste you.”
She doesn’t say a word; her eyes just get wider as she looks at me. Then I stand up while watching her, she’s looking around the room. She’s not saying that she wants to leave, but Scarlett’s pretty much not saying anything.
Her movements say it all. I’m expecting her to start biting her nails at any moment. I take off my jacket and loosen up my buttons, but I’m not looking at her. She can’t even see where I’m standing at the moment because the light’s so dim in this corner of the room.
I take a deep breath as I go back to her. She’s sitting in the same position that I left her in.
I rip the bottom of her dress, it’s a type of chiffon and there’s so much of it.
Again, nothing.
Then I do it again. Until her legs are fully exposed, I trace a finger up her soft, smooth silky skin. She trembles once again, but I put one leg on one shoulder and then the other on the other.
Then I use my hands to shift her butt closer to me. She doesn’t say a word, but if I didn’t know any better I would say that her fears have turned into a smile as the thin piece of string in between her pussy is ripped.
“You’re so fucking wet!”
She gasps as I slip my hands underneath her ass and pull her pussy closer to my face. I tease her pussy, by watching her reaction as I slide one finger inside of her. She doesn’t say a word, but then she can’t keep a straight face any longer as I start to rub her clit with my thumb.
“Arrh!”
She’s pushing her chest and I’m tempted to pull down the remains of her dress and suck on her nipples. I can see that they’re hard, so I decide that it’s best if I concentrate on her dripping pussy as I start to work the length of her folds.
“Yes,” she cries out and it encourages me to do it more.
The more she quivers and reacts to my sucking her pussy the more I want to make her come. Once she gets to that stage, she won’t be nervous, she’ll be the one that’ll be on her knees begging for more.
I caress her dripping pussy with soft strokes and the temptation to fuck her with my tongue is too much to bear.
“Fuck, you taste like fucking honey!”
She moans in response to my statement and then starts to grind against me. I start to lick with her at times picking up the rhythm and then Scarlett crosses the line as she starts to reach out and pull my head towards her.
I bark out, “Hold on to the chair. Not me!”
She hesitates for a minute, but then I continue to scoop her like a tub of ice-cream and this time she’s no longer moaning, but wailing as if her life depends on it.
Then her body jerks, because I cleaned her up real good; I can tell she’s never been licked like that before. I tongue fucked her pussy, filling her from wall to wall. Her cunt was so tight it never knew what hit it until my tongue did. I jump up. There’s so much more to do and so little time.
“Scarlett!” she’s lifeless on the chair as if she’s about to fall asleep. We’ve just begun. She can’t sleep yet.
I made her come harder than I bet she has ever done before in her life. She’s practically a virgin, but I know that by the end of the weekend, she’ll be a lot more than a woman. I’m going to give her the biggest gift of all. She’s going to get sex in so many different ways she’ll never be the same. Shit, she doesn’t even know how fucking lucky she is, but she’s about to find out.
I grab her by the waist and the material around her bust is so damn tight that I can’t rip it easily. Like a rag doll I turn her around and pull her zip down so fast. That she cries out, “Ouch!”
At least now she’s fully awake, I was worried that the games were over before they’ve even begun.
“I’m putting you in the swing.”
“I can’t go in that. I’m too heavy it’ll snap!” she screeches and then moves away from me, now I’ve finally seen her naked and her tits are bouncing away from me, instead of in my mouth.
I shake my head, “Remember anything that you don’t want. You have to say the safe word or you’ll be punished. That’s a part that I didn’t tell you about and should have warned you about.”
She pleads, “You’ve ripped my dress and now I have nothing to wear all weekend. I didn’t know it would be like this and I’m tired.”
I’m getting tired of her already. My cock was fully erect and now it’s starting to go limp as she continues to complain.
“Get out of here. I’ll get your Aunt to refund the money because this is not working out for me.”
She shakes her head, “You’re right. I got into this and for that I need to get punished.”
“But, you’re not sure.”
“I know one thing, I’ve never come like that before in my life. I know that right now I’m going on the wing and you’re the first person that’s been honest about his intentions. Even if it’s a bit over the top. I know that if I walk out of that door. If I say the safe word. I’ll regret it. Let’s do this.”
I walk up to her, “This isn’t Starbucks. You’re not trying out the new Frappuccino.”
“If it was, then I wouldn’t be
wet.”
She’s got me there. I look at her for a minute. I’m so fucking close that I whisper, “I’m going to punish you for disobeying me. Do you understand?”
She nods, which seems to be her way of keeping her fears inside. I think about the girls that I’ve told on their first night. They never reacted like this. They were like hungry wolves. This fucking thing is not working and I turn around to tell her and I’m shocked at what she’s doing. “Scarlett…”
She doesn’t respond, she’s on all fours on the floor. Her head’s down and she’s ready for me. Just like I’d hope she would be from the start.
I pace up the room, trying to debate which paddle to use. I’m going to give her a good ole spanking. One that will have her begging for more.
I decide to take a big one for her fat ass. It’s big enough to sting her and give her a bit of pain, but not enough to put this weekend to a dramatic end.
“Shh,” I reach down to lift her up, “Seeing as this is your first time don’t worry I’ll be gentle.”
I know that she’s about to ask me what I’m going to do. As I have the paddle hidden from her view. We move towards the sofa. The big leather one that I love to fuck on once in a while and I sit in the middle. She’s about to find out how she’ll be punished as I sweep her in my arms and rest her on my knee.
I pinch her butt and she lifts it up slightly and she doesn’t make a sound. Instead, she moves her butt higher in the air as if she wants me to do it again.
“This will sting, but embrace it and the pain will soon turn to pleasure.”
“I liked it when you pinched me just now.”
Confirmation that she wants me to go ahead.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she purrs and I wish that I could see her face, but seeing her red cheeks will have to do for now.
I rest my hand lightly against her and then the next I’m crashing it onto her left cheek.
“Ahh!” she screams out a lot louder than I expected her to do. I want to use my hand at first and then when she’s more comfortable with it. I’ll switch to the paddle.
