by Brooke, T
"Makes a big difference, doesn't it, sweetheart," he said, enjoying the embarrassment she felt at having allowed herself to give in so readily to the desire her body had felt. One day he would have to show her how beautiful she looked when she came, but not just then, he had other plans for her then.
"It does, S-Sir." Despite the embarrassment of having been watched during such an intimate moment the overriding thought in her mind was, she had to buy herself a bullet. The pleasure had been too good for her not to want to experience it again.
He chuckled. "Now I'm going to show you how to please me." He stood and lowered his pants and boxers, leaving them around his ankles. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Idly he stroked himself while he waited for her to answer.
"No, Sir," she whispered honestly. He was already hard when he revealed himself and as she had been the previous night she was amazed by his size.
"Give me your hand, baby," he stood in front of her and wrapped her hand around his width and covered it with his own. "This is how I want you to stroke me," he moved her hand from shaft to head, and rolled the tip in her fingers then started all over again.
Her fingers couldn't even close all the way around him and she marveled at the feeling of softness and steel. When he removed his hand she continued to move hers in the way he'd shown her, pumping softly.
After a few minutes of her hesitant hands he was almost ready to come. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, baby," he smiled as her eyes widened, pleased that she still instantly did as he asked. He held his cock in one hand and slapped it gently on her tongue. "Now take me in and suck, sweetheart."
Tentatively she lowered her mouth over him; she didn't really know what she was supposed to do, and worried about hurting him as she sucked on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop. She kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down on him, until she had a few inches in her mouth.
The taste of him was unusual, salty, yet at the same time sweet, and not unpleasant, as she had expected. She was just becoming used to it when he pulled out until only the tip remained between her lips. Before she had a chance to react to the sudden withdrawal he pushed back into her, surprising her by going deeper than the few inches she had been sucking on before.
The extra length was unexpected and reflexively she gagged as the head hit the back of her throat. She reached up a hand to take hold of the shaft and stop it going in so far but he caught it and held it away. "No hands unless I give you permission, baby," he said, pulling back a little, though almost immediately he pushed forward again, forcing more of him into her mouth. "Relax your throat muscles," he instructed, "it will make it easier for you to take me and you won't feel so much like gagging.
"When I'm ready I'm going to cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow all of it, understand?"
She could only nod since her mouth was full of him and she felt his hand entwine itself in her hair as he began moving her head back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more force. She panicked as he pushed deeper into her, and tried to do as he had told her. She found it difficult to relax her throat though and she whimpered as he repeatedly pushed the head of his cock against the back of her throat.
Just when she had started to become used to him, and was relaxing enough to avoid gagging, he came, flooding her mouth. The taste was not disgusting, but it was such a surprise that before she could stop herself she had coughed and spit it up.
She shook at the overwhelming intensity of what had just happened and slumped back on the couch, confused, after he released her hair. Not sure what to think she kept her head turned away, unwilling to look at him until she worked out how she felt.
Jason stood and crossed to the bathroom, where he wet a cloth and cleaned himself up. As he did so he tried to decide whether he should punish her for not swallowing. It was something he wanted her to do for him, he got off on it, but if it was something she was dead set against, he knew he could set it as one of her limits.
By the time he had cleaned and dried himself, and pulled his boxers and pants back up, he knew he needed to talk to her before he made a decision. With a fresh damn cloth in hand he returned to the couch, where he sat beside her and gently wiped his seed from her face and chest.
"Why didn't you swallow when I told you to?" he asked. "I thought you understood that that was what I wanted."
"I-I did, Sir, but when you…when you did your thing, it caught me by surprise." She looked up at him worriedly, wondering if he was mad at her. "I didn't mean to spit it out, I'm sorry, Sir."
"I came, baby, you're allowed to say it," he told her. "Does the taste of my seed make you not want to drink from me?"
"No, Sir, it was okay, I just wasn't expecting it. Your s-seed," she stumbled self-consciously over the word, "tasted nice."
He nodded, pleased that she enjoyed his flavor. "The next time we do this, I expect you to swallow, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." She had no intention of forgetting.
"Good, now I'm going to give you a little leniency on this tonight, because it was your first time, and I should have warned you that I was about to cum. I am going to warm up that sexy little ass of yours though, to make sure you remember what I expect of you in the future."
Carla tensed at his words and lowered her eyes. He was going to hit her, the thought made her more than a little wary.
"Baby, I want you to look at me." He waited for her to look at him before continuing. "This isn't really a punishment, just a reminder. Now I want you to lie over my lap and hang your hands down until they touch the floor." He patted himself to show her where he wanted her.
Nervously she slid off the couch and lowered herself over his legs. Her hands reached down to the floor, where she clasped them together. Though she tried to relax, the muscles in her legs and buttocks tensed; she knew he had large hands and was sure what he was about to do would hurt. He caught her by surprise when instead of hitting her he began to gently knead her cheeks.
He could feel the tension in her as his hands squeezed and toyed with her cheeks, and knew he would have to go easy on her, for her first time. She needed to be broken in, since it was something he did for pleasure with other submissives, but he realized if he went too fast or too hard with her he ran the risk of missing out on teaching her other pleasures.
Stopping his groping he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her cheek. He didn't do it hard, just hard enough to leave a red mark, roughly the size of his hand; he then massaged the spot where the blow had landed.
Carla flexed her butt cheek; the slap hadn't really hurt, it had been more of a sting, but the second smack was harder and she gasped in response to it. A second time he stopped to massage where he had struck her, then it seemed like open season; in quick succession he brought his hand down a dozen times. Each smack was a little harder than the one before it, and she squirmed under the assault until tears rolled down her cheeks.
It wasn't so much the pain that brought tears to her eyes and made her want to cry out for him to stop, it was the humiliation of being punished in such a manner. Even as a child she hadn't been punished physically, but she was sure it would have made no difference if she had; she was an adult, and here she was being treated like a child. The tears fell from her cheeks to the floor of the dungeon.
"You did very good, baby," Jason told her when he was finished. He was surprised she hadn't asked him to stop, he'd expected her to, but it pleased him that she had kept quiet, other than to gasp in pain towards the end. For someone not used to his lifestyle she was responding to it far better than many of the others he had trained.
Rolling her over her pulled her into his arms; cradling her against his chest he wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I think that's enough for tonight, let's go up to my room." He lifted her off his lap and held her as he stood, setting her on her feet when he was on his own. "Get dressed."
Carla was surprised to hear that they were going to his room. She hadn't known what was going to happ
en that night, but she had expected to be sent home after it was over, which his words indicated it was. Though her ass throbbed, her heart soared.
She dressed quickly, trying to hide how pleased his remark had made her.
He could see she was doing her best not to show her pleasure, but it was there on her face, and it brought a smile to his own. A smile whose arrival worried him slightly; he was always in control of his emotions, whether in business or training a new submissive, but he could feel a large crack forming in his normally cold heart when it came to the innocent young woman before him.
Dismissing his concerns as something to be dealt with another time he lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs. She was so slight that it took no effort and soon enough they were in his bedroom, where he set her down before undressing quickly. "Get out of that, baby, I want to make love to that beautiful body."
She wanted the same thing and quickly slid the dress over her head and removed her underwear. She was still uncomfortable being naked in front of a man, but after the events of that night she didn't even think about it.
"Lie down in the center of the bed, put your hands over your head and spread your legs." Though her face was as red as her backside, she didn't hesitate to obey. "Now don't move," he instructed her as his fingers slid between her thighs and into her core, he gave a groan of relief when he discovered she was ready for him, he wasn't sure he could have waited.
Moving between her legs he thrust himself inside her, without warning or pause, until he was buried to the hilt and they were groin to groin. Immediately he pulled back and thrust himself into her again and again, rapidly picking up his pace.
He had no patience for sweet easy lovemaking just then, he needed a release, and he fucked her with abandon. He took her hard and fast, ignoring the moans prompted by the pounding of her sore cheeks against the mattress.
Having already cum once just a short while before it took longer than normal for him to reach his climax, and by the time he had Carla had come undone twice in his arms. Both times she screamed his name so loud he was glad he had a large house to himself, and there were only his servants, who were used to such noises, to hear.
Finally satiated he pulled himself from her and rolled over onto his back, drawing her into his arms so her head rested on his heaving chest. "You pleased me greatly tonight, sweetheart." He kissed her on the top of her head. "Now sleep."
The events of the night had tired her and she soon drifted off, despite the burning of her cheeks, which she had felt certain would make sleep impossible, and the way her mind was buzzing from everything that had happened. She closed her eyes, expecting to be awake for ages, and the next thing she knew it was morning.
The blaring of the alarm woke her, eliciting a groan of dismay for the dream that had been disturbed; a dream that had been more erotic than any other she could remember.
While she kept her eyes closed tight and tried to burrow back under the covers, refusing to acknowledge that it was morning already, Jason slid out of bed with his usual enthusiasm. "Come on, baby, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave." He grinned as she reluctantly slid from the bed and followed him to the bathroom; she was clearly not a morning person.
The warm spray and his gentle fingers relaxed her to the point where she nearly drifted off to sleep again. She was forced to keep one hand against the side of the cubicle to remain upright. It was only when he began shaving her downy curls, doing so without any warning, that she came fully awake, not sure what he was doing down there until she looked. It was an effort on her part to remain still while he worked, but she forced herself to, since she didn't wish to be cut by the razor he was using.
When he was finished he washed the skin there. It felt strange to look down and see herself as she hadn't been for more than a decade, but when his tongue delved between her lips, any thoughts she had on her new look were quickly pushed aside by overwhelming passion.
She came quickly and was still recovering from the internal explosion when he finished washing them both off, doing so with a speed that left her breathless. He then pulled her from the shower and positioned her, still dripping wet, over the bathroom counter.
It was a new experience for her, to see him in the mirror behind her as he took her savagely; fucking her with such force that her knees almost buckled and she had to hold onto the counter to remain on her feet.
By the time he came undone she had enjoyed her second orgasm of the morning and sleep was the last thing on her mind. Though she had given no thought to it as he entered her, she was relieved to see him pull off a condom and toss it into the wastebasket when he withdrew. She hadn't seen him put it on.
The water was still running, such had been his need to take her and he pulled her back under the cascading water. Carla was stunned at how easily he had aroused her body from her usual early morning lethargy to an adrenaline high that she was sure wouldn't wear off for another hour at least.
"Get dressed, sweetheart; before I decide to take you again." Stepping from the shower, Jason wrapped his lower body in a towel and made for the bedroom, leaving her standing under the flowing water ogling him.
When she finally made it back into the bedroom she found he was already fully dressed. "Bring a change of clothes when you come tonight," he told her as he sat down on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. "Nine o'clock, don't make me wait." With his shoes on he crossed the room to her, grabbing her hair he pulled her head back and kissed her deeply before letting her go so quickly she had to catch her balance. "Clothes, now!"
Her mind reeled at the suddenness of his action and she hurriedly dressed. She barely had time to catch her breath before he led her downstairs and out the front door; they hadn’t even taken the time to have breakfast, which startled her. When they stepped outside he got his first glimpse of her old pickup truck.
"This is what you're driving?" He was not at all happy with the rusty heap she called a vehicle. At her nod he shook his head and pulled her toward his garage. "Not any longer; it doesn't look safe and I don't like it. You can have one of mine." He pushed a button on his key chain and the garage doors opened, revealing three sporty cars.
He walked over to the wall and pulled down a key ring. "Take the yellow one, it suits you." Holding the keys out he waited for her to take them.
Her mouth fell open slightly as she looked at the Lamborghini in stunned amazement. "I can't take this, Sir." She shook her head even as she looked longingly at the gorgeous ride.
"You can take it, and you will, because it pleases me, and I won't take no for answer, am I understood?" His face darkened momentarily, not liking that she was willing to deny him over something that, to him, was so insignificant.
"But, sir, it's too much." She didn't like arguing with him, but the gift, even if it was only temporary, was way over the top. Biting her lip nervously she lowered her eyes, aware that she was making him angry.
"You will take the car and drive home, now, because if you don't I am going to be late and your sexy little ass is going to be burning, instead of enjoying the feel of the leather seat in my gift." He grabbed her hand and turned it over, pressing the keys into her palm before closing her fingers over them. "I'll have the paperwork signed over to you during the day."
Carla couldn't speak, she was in shock, not just from the appearance of his Dom persona at that time, but because she had thought the car was too much as a loan, to hear that he was simply going to give her the car was overwhelming. She didn't need to know how much the car had cost him to realize that it was worth more than all four years tuition of her degree course.
As he opened the driver's door and held it for her she slid into the soft buttery leather seat, not sure how to react to his ability to be both generous and domineering at the same time.
"Drive safe, and no speeding tickets." His eyes were cold as he shut the door.
It took her a few moments to work out how to adjust the seat and wing mirrors; he was so much tall
er than her that there was no way she could have reached the pedals from where the seat was. Unnerved by his apparent dislike of being denied, on anything, her hand shook as she slid the key into the ignition. The engine turned over at once and after finding reverse she slowly backed out of the garage.
She honestly didn't want the car, not only did she consider it too extravagant a gift, especially after they had only spent two nights together, but she was terrified of damaging it. There was also the fact that she didn't have anything like the money it would take to run the car, let alone insure it; she hated to think how much it was going to cost just to keep the tank topped up.
Despite her misgivings, and her uncertainty about the gift, Carla realized there was no point in even attempting to discuss the matter with Jason again. His reaction to her declining the offer in the first place was enough to convince her that he wouldn't listen if she brought it up; instead would almost certainly discipline her.
As she drove home she found she had to concentrate hard on her speed, the slightest touch of her toe on the gas pedal and the car picked up speed like she was on a race track gunning for the finish line.
By the time she reached the campus Carla found herself admitting that it was the most incredible car she'd ever ridden in, let alone driven, and it was amazing to her that Jason had gifted it to her. His attitude as he gave her the gift however left her wondering what the hell she'd gotten herself into though; she couldn't believe he could change so quickly.
Driving through the campus toward the parking lot for her dorm she got more than a few admiring looks from the guys she passed, though she was sure it was car they were admiring, not her. When she finally parked, doing so cautiously out of fear of scratching the paint, she got out and quickly hit the button for the alarm. She was terrified by the thought of something happening to the car.
