by Brooke, T
They rested for a while after lunch, enjoying the sun on the veranda and then they went shopping. Carla wasn’t too bothered about shopping, she had nothing she wanted to buy, but Scarlett was determined to spend some money so they went down to the shops.
By the time Jason returned to their suite that evening Carla was in a much better frame of mind. She had gone to the boutiques with Scarlett, intending only to keep her friend company while she spent Daniel’s money, After going back a couple of times to admire a diamond and ruby pendant with a white-gold chain, she her allowed her friend to persuade her to buy it on Jason’s credit card.
Jason entered the suite that evening carrying a dozen long stemmed white roses, which he hoped would go some way to convincing Carla that he was sorry about what had happened the previous night. He didn’t get a chance to say anything however, the moment he walked through the door he stopped dead, frozen by the sight before him.
Carla stood in the middle of the room, dressed in a black mini-dress that barely covered her ass and wearing five inch heels. The heels made her legs look miles long and he couldn’t help admiring them, running his eyes up their newly tanned lengths to the hem of the mini-dress.
“Damn you’re beautiful babe,” he said when he was finally able to unfreeze his tongue. His eyes moved further up her body, pausing briefly when he noticed the pendant around her neck. “Is that new?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir, I bought it this afternoon, I hope that is alright.”
“Of course, sweetheart, you can buy anything you like. You have good taste; it’s beautiful, though not as beautiful as you.”
“Thank you, Sir. How were your meetings?” she asked. Moving carefully, because she was unused to wearing such high heels, Carla approached Jason to take the roses from him.
“I’ll have to show you how good it was tomorrow,” Jason said, holding out the roses; now that he could see Carla was no longer holding a grudge his mood was much lighter. “We just acquired a new beachfront property.”
“I can’t wait to see it, Sir,” Carla said, accepting the roses with a smile.
Following Carla into the kitchen Jason wrapped his arms around her waist as she took out a vase and filled it water. All day he had worried about how she would be when he got back to the suite; he was greatly relieved to see that she was in a much better mood. Several times he had been on the verge of calling off his plans for that night, each time he had stopped himself with his hand on the phone.
With the roses in water Carla turned around in Jason’s arms and put her own around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes she breathed in the scent of his cologne, knowing that whatever happened between them she would remember that scent for the rest of her life.
As he held her Jason softly caressed her back, loving the feel of her in his arms. “I want to stay here with you like this all night, sweetheart, but we have somewhere we need to be.”
Carla forced herself not to tense up at his words. She had decided during the day that she would put the previous night behind her, and not think of it again, and she was determined to do that. She had also decided that she was going to go through with the remaining nights, whatever happened. “I’m ready when you are, Sir.” She hoped her voice sounded as light and carefree as she intended it to be.
Jason was pleased to see that Carla’s entire attitude had changed since the events of the night before. “In that case, my beautiful girl, let’s get the hell out of here.” He was wearing his business suit, but tonight wasn’t really about him, it was about her, so his clothes didn’t matter.
On the way out of the suite Carla told herself that whatever happened that night she would deal with it, and would not feel guilty afterwards. She only had a few more days before the ten nights were over, and she was determined that whatever happened she would have memories to keep for the rest of her life.
Jason kept his arm around Carla’s waist as they walked out of the hotel and made their way down to the dock. Like the night before a speedboat was waiting for them and they settled into the back of it as the driver started the engine and they took off across the water.
While the boat raced away into the sunset Jason pulled Carla into his arms, holding her tight. Tonight would be a positive experience for her, he hoped, he was sure it wouldn’t be a negative one. Most of the submissives he had trained loved this night out of the ten since it gave them a different perspective on the lifestyle.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When they reached the mainland, which took them just over half an hour in the speedboat, they climbed into the limousine that was waiting for them. The drive from where they docked was not a long one and soon enough they pulled up in front of a beach house that was so lovely it made Carla gasp.
Her hands trembled as they ascended the few steps that led to the front door. She had no idea what Jason had planned and the lack of knowledge made her a little nervous; unconsciously she grabbed his hand and squeezed it as the door opened.
An elegant woman dressed in a full leather bodysuit answered the door. She smiled at them warmly and stood on tiptoe to kiss Jason’s cheek. “It has been much too long, Jason, I have missed your company.”
Jason chuckled. “We have all missed you at the dungeon, Dominique; you need to visit New York more often.”
Seeing the easy way the beautiful woman was with Jason, Carla felt a sudden urge to scratch her eyes out. She ran her eyes over the woman, searching for some flaw to make her feel better; she couldn’t find any. Dominique was around 5’9”, and the leather cat suit she was plastered into showed off every luscious curve she had, accentuating her perfect body.
“This must be your little pet.” Dominique’s eyes roamed over the petite woman at Jason’s side, inspecting her with cool brown eyes. “She’s absolutely charming; I know Travon will enjoy this treat.” She stood back to allow her guests to enter. “Travon, we are waiting for you,” she called out impatiently.
Carla took a step back as handsome man, wearing nothing but a black collar around his neck, moved into the room. His cocoa colored skin was flawless, while his chocolate colored eyes were fringed by the longest and darkest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. Though he wasn’t as muscled as Jason his abs were impressively chiseled; she didn’t look any lower than that, having no desire to make any other comparisons between the two men.
After last night, the presence of a strange man made her think of only one thing, and the thought made her want to bolt.
“Could we please have a moment, Dominique?” Jason knew exactly what Carla was thinking as she stepped back away from the strange man, and wanted to reassure her.
“Of course, we’ll be waiting in the black room, join us when you’re ready.” Smiling at her friend’s lady she hooked her finger in the silver hoop on Travon’s collar and led him away.
“You agreed, Sir.” Carla felt her heart race, and knew she would use her safe word and end everything, rather than endure another night like the previous evening. How could he do this to her? She wondered.
“Calm down, Carla; this is not what you think it is. I should punish you for thinking I would go back on my word,” he said, a smile on his face to tell her he wasn’t about to do that. “I’m going to be lenient tonight and trust that you won’t allow that to happen again; punishing you now would defeat the purpose of tonight.” He took her by the chin and gently lifted her face until her eyes met his. “Travon is your slave tonight, my dear. Dominique has graciously consented to allow you the use of him this evening.”
Carla was floored by his words and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What was she supposed to do with a slave? She didn’t have the first clue. “Sir, I’m afraid I’m completely lost here.”
Jason decided to ignore the fact that she didn’t apologize for not trusting him, it wasn’t worth making an issue out of right then. “That’s why we are here with Dominique,” he told her. “She is going to provide a demonstration, so you will understand
a different side of the coin, so to speak. There is more to this lifestyle than you have seen so far, that is what this night is about.
“Now, if you’re comfortable with that, I don’t think we should keep Dominique and Travon waiting any longer.”
“I’m ready, and Sir, I’m sorry I freaked out.” She felt like an idiot after hearing what they were really there for.
“Just don’t let it happen again, sweetheart.” Taking her hand he led her through the house to the black room. Though Dominique’s dungeon was not as large as his, it was just as nice, and he noted a few additions since the last time he’d been there.
Carla was shocked to find the dungeon, or rather a living area turned into a dungeon, so readily on display. At Jason’s home the dungeon was where a dungeon was supposed to be, out of sight below ground. She could only assume that anyone who visited the house was aware of, and accepting of, Dominique’s lifestyle.
After overcoming her surprise at finding the dungeon in such an unexpected place, Carla focused her attention on Dominique and Travon. Travon was chained to a suspension bar by his wrists, and Carla watched, fascinated, as Dominique massaged his smooth skin. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be the one with all the power.
“I thought I would warm him up a little, before we allow your pet to try her hand.” Dominique winked at them and continued to massage Travon’s skin.
“Try my hand?” Carla whispered nervously to Jason. “What exactly am I supposed to try my hand at, Sir?”
Jason chuckled at her worried expression. “Just watch, sweetheart.” His arm wrapped around her waist as they stood back far enough to let Dominique work.
Carla continued to watch, fascinated, as Dominique finished her massage and began flogging the beautiful man tied up before her. With each fall of the leather strands his muscles danced and he moaned softly; the sound filled Carla with strange warmth she found difficult to understand.
Jason watched her expression and smiled, pleased by it. Moving behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to her ear. “How does it make you feel to watch him being controlled?”
“It’s beautiful, Sir,” she whispered softly. She could tell Travon was suffering no pain, she wasn’t sure she would have enjoyed watching it so much if he had been in pain; in fact it was clear that he was enjoying being flogged.
Looking over Dominique smiled at the expression on Carla’s face and motioned her forward. “Come, pet, take your turn.” She smiled, waiting patiently for her friend’s sub to join her.
Carla looked to Jason, who nodded, and nervously made her way over to the woman. She accepted the flogger, holding it awkwardly. “I don’t know how to use this,” she said softly, her eyes on the object in her hand. Though she had seen one before, and had it used on her by Jason, she had no idea how to handle it.
“That’s why you are here, so I can teach you.” Dominique said patiently. “Don’t worry, I won’t allow you to hurt my pet. We will start with slow figure of eight movements.” Taking hold of Carla’s hand she guided her as she traced the flogger through the air. “Now, dear one,” she said when Carla had the movement correct, “use the same motion against his flesh.” She kept her voice low to avoid making her nervous.
Biting her lip Carla stepped closer to Travon and flicked her wrist. It was the barest of movements; just enough for the flogger in her hand to find contact with the submissive’s flesh.
Laughing softly Dominique spoke. “A little more force dear, you won’t break him.”
The laugher made Carla’s cheeks burn in embarrassment and she tried again, with a little more force. For reasons she couldn’t understand the knowledge that she was the one who decided whether Travon felt pleasure or pain gave her a heady feeling. Raising the flogger once more she brought it down again, and then again, allowing her strokes to gain in strength until a soft moan reached her ears, bringing a smile to her lips.
After several minutes Carla found her confidence rising; she wasn’t proficient with the flogger but she was improving. Smiling she allowed her pace to quicken, bringing the leather thongs down on Travon’s back with greater force.
“I do believe your pet enjoys this, Jason,” Dominique said with a laugh. “You may have to start sharing your role with her.”
“I think we should move on to another exercise before I find out just how much she enjoys it.” Jason enjoyed watching Carla with Travon but there were other things she could do with him, and he wanted to see that as well. He resolved to find a nice submissive when they got back to New York, if she wanted to practice more in the future.
“Pet, you’ve done very well for your first time, but it’s time for us to explore something different.” Dominique smiled warmly at Carla.
Carla’s cheeks were filled with color at the compliment. “Thank you, Mistress, I enjoyed that.” She was surprised by how much she had enjoyed flogging the man and only reluctantly returned the flogger to Dominique before rejoining Jason, an embarrassed grin on her lips.
“So my little girl loves dishing it out, I will have to remember that.” Jason chuckled at her blush. “I am pleased you are enjoying yourself, sweetheart.” He wrapped his hand around her waist and leaned down to kiss his cheek. After last night he was pleased to see he had made the right decision in selecting what they should do.
With the flogging finished Dominique released Travon, who knelt at her feet. She stroked his shaved head briefly but then motioned toward Carla. “You should be kneeling at her feet, she is your Mistress tonight,” she told him.
Travon immediately crawled over to Carla, assuming the position he had so recently taken at Dominique’s feet. He and Dominique had been together for more than five years, and during that time they had trained many people in the lifestyle, showing them both sides of it. They enjoyed each other, and enjoyed training others.
Carla smiled nervously down at Travon, not sure what she should do. Was she supposed to stroke his head, she wondered, lowering her hand to pat him awkwardly. The whole pet thing was strange to her, and she was glad that Jason didn’t treat her that way; though it didn’t seem to bother Travon she didn’t think she would have liked being treated like a dog or some other animal.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Travon kept his eyes lowered as she spoke meekly to Carla.
Carla lowered surprised eyes to him, not having expected him to say anything. “Um, you’re welcome.” She glanced at Jason, not sure what she was supposed to do.
“He is thanking you for flogging him, sweetheart.” Jason smiled for a moment before speaking again. “What else would you like to do to him, or have him do to you?”
The question stunned Carla, controlling a slave was a new experience for her. “Honestly, Sir, I have no idea.” She bit her lip, hoping she wasn’t going to be asked to come up with one.
“Most women dream of having a man at their command, my dear.” Dominique laughed warmly. “He is yours to do whatever you wish with.”
Looking from Jason to Dominique Carla realized they were both waiting for her to come up with something, to give a command to Travon, but her mind was drawing a complete blank. “Sir, I truly don’t have a clue what to do with him.” She felt her cheeks burn as both Jason and Dominique laughed.
“It is clear that being a dominant is not in your sights right now, sweetheart,” Jason said. “That’s fine, I prefer you as my submissive.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight, seeing how embarrassed she was. “Dominique, I believe we will just be watching this evening, if that is okay with you?”
“Of course that is fine, pet, if you see something you would like to attempt, just let me know.” Snapping her fingers Dominique summoned Travon, who crawled back over to kneel at her feet.
Leading Carla to an oversized cushioned chair Jason sat down and pulled her into his lap. “Now you can watch how she plays with him. I think you will enjoy some of this.”
Dominique walked over to a small closet and
pulled out a tray before joining them. “My pet and I enjoy playing with needles; perhaps your pet will enjoy our demonstration.”
Carla’s eyes widened and she looked on in shock as Dominique placed dozens of needles in an intricate pattern down Travon’s back. She flinched as each needle pierced the skin; she’d never been particularly fond of needles and what was being done to Travon looked painful.
“Would you like to try this one night, sweetheart?” Jason whispered for Carla’s ears only.
She shook her head no rapidly, thinking being a pin cushion really didn’t seem like fun. “No, Sir, thank you.”
He chuckled softly, knowing that she would almost certainly enjoy it if she just allowed herself to relax and surrender to him. “Hmmm, we’ll have to see about that one day. I think you’d enjoy it, if you gave it a chance.” He chuckled louder as she stiffened in his lap.
Dominique removed the thin needles and swabbed over Travon’s skin with a light antiseptic. “My pet actually requested this when we first began playing together. It was a few years before I felt comfortable enough to do it however,” she told Carla. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Carla hesitated for a few moments, summoning up the courage to voice what was on her mind. “Well, I um, I noticed that, well, none of what’s happened tonight has revolved around sex. Is that normal? Or are you just doing that because we’re here?” She found it a little surprising that nothing sexual had happened.
“That’s a very good question. With our lifestyle it is a choice between the partners involved. I prefer not to have sexual relations with my submissives. Many submissives find what they are seeking without the need for sexual involvement, as do many dominants.”
“Thank you, I honestly didn’t know this happened without the, um, other stuff.” She blushed deeply as she spoke.
“Jason mentioned you are very new to this lifestyle when we spoke on the phone. I think you’ll discover many things as the years go by, you have a wonderful teacher.”
