“Yes, Sir.”
I’m all in, I’m all in, I’m all in, was her mantra as she slowly began stripping off what was left of her clothes…. and her inhibitions.
Chapter 7
Sara removed what was left of her clothes, neatly folded them on the floor. She heard Chris chuckle when she neatly folded the bra that he had flung across the room a few minutes ago.
Rising from his chair, “If I didn’t know better I would think that you were stalling. Now, I want to see what my fucking sexy sub has to offer.”
“Why do you get to swear and I don’t?” Panic flooded her system. The thought hadn’t even registered in her brain at all before her mouth-filter let the words pass through her lips. Not being able to swear was the least of her concerns. The few curse words that had escaped her lips tonight were the most she had used in ages. She braced herself, realizing that maybe she was trying to provoke him into punishing her again.
“Well now, that would be 10 swats for talking and another 5 for questioning me, little one.” Chris stood from his chair, reaching her in two short strides. Sara could feel her heart beating in her throat. There was no where to go, she had taken one step backwards, pressing herself against the footboard again.
With panther like precision, Chris snatched her wrists in one hand and tugged her around to the bed. Chris sat down on the mattress and he pulled her across his lap. His right leg lifted over her lower extremities and his upper arm pin her down. Realizing too late that her bare ass was held high up in the air and she couldn’t move, the first three hits rained down quickly. There was no sensual rubbing over the skin to ease the sting away; this was meant to hurt. Chris smacked her ass in rapid fire succession, alternating cheeks, and counting each one. When he called out ‘6’, he stopped, letting the warmth of his hand press the heat from Sara’s skin, deep into her core. He was massaging the spots where the pain was the worst, turning the deep boil into a slow fire burn. Chris dipped his fingers in between her legs, into her aching sex, grazing her swollen clit.
She moaned as he flicked the little nubbin with his finger and then swirled around the outside of the hood, making her moan and shake with need. The next swat came even harder and now there was no longer the intense pain, it was searing, burning pleasure. The remaining blows alternated between her cheeks and her upper thighs. Calling out ‘14’, he smacked her square on her pussy. She cried out loud, her body tearing apart from the sensations. Her ass cheeks felt as if they were absolutely on fire, yet it was no longer pain, the sensations were definitely pleasure. Sara squirmed and writhed on his lap as she waited for 15 to come.
Chris rested one hand on her back, one on her thigh. Leaning down towards her ass, he moved his right hand from her thigh, sliding it between her legs. His fingers grazed her swollen lips, parting them to reach her aching clit, lazily making circles around the outside. He moved down from her clit, sinking two fingers deep inside her core. His lips brushed her ass, muttering ‘15’ against her skin. Pain shot through her backside as Chris bit down sharply into the fleshy part of her cheek, while he rhythmically finger-fucked her so deep that she thought he was actually touching her womb. She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her body with such a force that she thought it was going to shatter her soul. White speckles of light flooded her eyes as all the tension release from her body. A euphoria spread throughout her, making her as light as a feather. A warm rush quickly blanketed her skin. Chris milked the orgasm from her body with his fingers until the last shudder passed. She slumped like a limp noodle across his lap, her arms and legs dangling as if she had passed out. Sara felt her legs twitch and a tremor radiated through her calves and thighs.
“Oh god,” she breathed as Chris lifted her off of his lap, holding her in his arms. He cradled her as if she was a little girl. He brushed her hair back from her face, wiping the mascara that had smeared under her eyes. Sara hadn’t even realized that she had been crying. Her legs twitched again and a shudder ran down her spine. Chris held her close, whispering in her ear, “Aftershocks.”
This Chris was so much different than the man that had just doled out punishment mere moments ago. He was so gentle and sweet. After a few moments of quiet, Chris began running his hand up and down Sara’s back. It was a gentle caress that was lulling Sara into sleep. She was so relaxed that she nestled her head into Chris’ shoulder, closing her eyes. Chris tipped them backwards on to the bed, holding her there against his chest, caressing her hair.
“Rest your eyes, little one. We have all night for me to continue your education.”
Chapter 8
Sara slowly drifted back to consciousness with every rise and fall of her body. Realizing that she was on top of Chris, she tried to keep still and match her breathing with his to keep from waking him. Sara wondered how long she had been sleeping. The bedroom area did not have any windows, and there were no clocks. She couldn’t even remember where she dropped her purse, to look at her phone to see what time it was. Glancing over to the kitchen, Sara could see the window. She relaxed when she realized that it was still nighttime. Chris was gently holding on to her, but she was quickly becoming uncomfortable. His embrace was smothering her, searing her skin.
Desperate to get out of his arms and needing a trip to the bathroom, Sara tried to slowly slip off of Chris. Meeting resistance, Chris tighten his arms around her frame. She froze in place, afraid that they were still “playing” and that she was in trouble.
Chris’ voice was hoarse, “You’re not trying to run away are you Sara?”
“No, Sir. I need to use the restroom is all.”
“The bathroom is behind us. Don’t stray too far in the dark. You never know what else I have in my loft.” There was no mistaking the grin on his face.
Sara pulled her body from the bed, “I’ll take my chances.” Pulling the bed sheet with her for some dignity, Chris tugged it back out of her hands.
“Oh no, baby. I just got you naked. You aren’t allowed any clothes while we are playing.”
Sara took a ragged breath, steeled her nerve and she shot back, “I am taking a break from play right now to pee. Is that alright, Sir?” The icy disdain on her words made her wince.
Chris tweaked her nipple as he stood up, anger splashed across his face. “Permission granted. But before you come back out, ditch the bratty attitude, or I will shove my cock in your smart mouth and fuck it until I come down your throat. Then, I will not allow you another orgasm until you fully give your submission to me. No more of this half-ass shit. Do you understand, little one?”
Sara could tell that Chris had tried to soften his words at the end of his rant. She knew that she was crossing the line when she smarted off to him, but she had to assert herself. At first it felt right when Chris held her close, lulling her to sleep like a child. But when she awoke disoriented, she felt very on edge after being coddled like that. She was 20 years old, damn it, and didn’t want to be treated like a child. That was exactly how she felt at this moment. There were enough people back home treating her like she was a five year old with her hair in pig tails, running around on the farm with her cat in her arms, playing in the pastures.
But, she would give anything at this moment, to take those words back so that she did not see the disappointment in Chris’ eyes as he stared at her.
“I’m sorry, Sara.” Chris scrubbed his face with his hands. “Your submission is very important to our evening, but if you aren’t ready to completely give me that, I can understand. You hardly know me. I can handle whatever submission you are ready to give me. This is about educating you, right?”
Sara pulled her lip in between her teeth, staring at Chris. He’s not your family, he doesn’t want you to be weak. He wants to help you.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened there, but it was like a switch flipped in my brain and I actually felt like you were smothering me. I know it sounds weird, but that’s how I felt and I snapped at you. I really do like everything that you have done
to me and I know that you won’t hurt me. I really can’t explain what came over me it was like a….” Chris raised his hand and cut her off.
“I am the one that should be sorry, little one. You are new to this, and I should have sensed that your last orgasm had overloaded you. You fell asleep so quickly, I honestly thought you were exhausted from the day, not your time with me. What you experienced is called ‘sub drop’. You came down off of the endorphin high of your orgasm and plummeted back to earth. That is why after an intense scene, a Dom will simply hold his sub in his arms for a time and soothe her until she is ready to continue. Tell me, when you have had sex with other partners before, how did those orgasms compare to the one I just gave you?”
“Seriously let me use the bathroom first and then we can talk about this, ok?” Sara asked as she backed towards the bathroom.
Taking a steadying breath, Chris forced a smile on his face. “Yes, Sara, that is ok. What is not ok, is your lack of respect for me. You need to remember to address me as Sir. Since that is obviously hard for you to remember, you could try Master Chris, or maybe even God would work too.”
Hoping that Chris would see the humor in her words, Sara replied, “I could handle Master Chris, but God is a stretch, Sir.”
“Why would calling me God be a stretch? I bet I can make you say it at least twice in the next half hour alone.”
“Great, now something else I have to remember not to say, Master. Now, unless you want to discipline me with a wet lap, you had better let me use the potty, Sir!” Sara giggled as she closed the bathroom door.
Chapter 9
Sara sighed, peering at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was seriously disheveled, she had black smudges of mascara running down her face, her cheeks were flushed and she could see the faint traces of blood on the corner of her lip. I look like I have just been fucked hard. But they hadn’t even gotten to that part yet. Thinking of what awaited her outside the bathroom door, her stomach did a somersault, back flip and pirouette right in a row.
Trying to regain some semblance of dignity, Sara ran her fingers through her hair and wiped the mascara from her cheeks. Wanting to appear brave, Sara held her chin up, straightened her back, and walked back out into the bedroom. Chris laid on the bed with his upper body propped up on his left elbow, his ankles crossed with his bare feet hanging off the bed. He had removed his shirt and socks, wearing just his jeans. In the dim light of the bedroom, Sara could see a tattoo on his right upper arm and shoulder, but couldn’t tell exactly what it was.
Chris was intently staring at the screen of his cell phone. The soft, green glow illuminated his face. Sara realized that he did not see her emerge from the bathroom. Not wanting to startle him, she held her position. Chris was engrossed in whatever was on the screen. I must be boring him, so he’s checking his email. Wanting to regain his attention, Sara crossed her arms over her chest, and cleared her throat. Chris snapped his head up in attention, grinning at her defiant pose. Tossing his cell phone on to the nightstand, he jumped up, matching her pose with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Are you ready to talk about your orgasms, my little brat?” Grinning wildly at her, Chris grabbed a bottle of water off of the nightstand, passing it to her. Taking the sweating bottle from him, she twisted the cap off, tipping it back to her parched lips. She took a long hard pull, nearly finishing the bottle. Chris reached over, plucked the bottle from her hands, finishing the remainder in a long gulp. Making an appreciative ‘Ahhh’ sound, Chris crushed the plastic bottle, tossing it on the floor. Sara rolled her eyes at his feeble attempt at humor.
Continuing to watch each other, waiting for someone to make a move, the battle of wills continued. Realizing that Chris was testing her, Sara decided that she was ready to make the first move. Stepping back, she spread her legs shoulder width apart, slowly raised her arms behind her head, laced her fingers together and jutted her breasts out.
“I guess this means you don’t want to talk?” Chris voice seemed hoarse as he spoke. Not wanting to meet his eyes, Sara continued to look at the floor. Chris made a low, sexy laugh that made her skin tingle. Not able to help herself, Sara closed her eyes tightly, and licked her lips at the sound.
Chris breached the distance between them in one easy step, grabbed Sara around the waist and hauled her into his body, making sure there was no space left in between them. His mouth rained down on hers in an instant, his tongue was pressed against her lips, begging for access. When Sara parted her lips, his fervent tongue danced with hers, twirling a tango together in her mouth. No man had ever kissed her like this before. It was as if he was trying to wrestle her for control of every inch of her mouth, promising to win by force if necessary. He pulled back, grasped her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. The groan that escaped her lips was so wanton, it sounded foreign to her ears.
Chris pulled back from their embrace, rested his forehead against hers, “So fucking sexy.”
The words were like throwing gasoline on Sara’s already burning fire. Moving her hands down towards his belt, Sara wanted to finish removing what was left of his clothes.
Chris quickly grabbed her wrists. “No, not until I say you can take my clothes off, little one. Now, I rudely interrupted you when you were trying to present yourself to me.” Chris backed himself towards the bed, relaxing back into the mattress, “Please continue.”
Sara spread her legs again, lacing her fingers behind her head. Sara heard a quiet voice coming from behind her, “I prefer subs on their knees, Sara.”
Sara whipped around, trying to find the mystery voice. Stumbling backward towards the bed, she tripped on the rug in front of the bed, falling into Chris’ arms.
“Jesus Christ, Dominic. You didn’t need to scare her like that.” Chris held her tight to his body as she tried to focus on the dark shadow.
Sara didn’t have to wonder long who the voice belonged to as the shadow started moving towards her. The dim light from the bedroom cast a light on the stranger’s face, bathing the familiar face in a halo like glow. Sara thought her heart would beat right out of her chest, realizing that she knew that voice all too well.
Trying to cover herself with what was left of the bed sheets, Sara huffed out, “Mr. Pearce, what are you doing here?”
Quickly making his way over to her, Mr. Pearce pulled Sara out of Chris’ lap. Lifting her up like a doll, he righted her, and then engulfed her hands in his. Chris rose from the bed, snaking his arm protectively around her waist. “Dominic lives on the second floor of this building. I asked him to come down and help me with your education. We are members of the same kink club here in Denver. He can be here as an educator, a partner, an observer, or he can leave all together. You choose, baby.” Chris planted a kiss on her shoulder.
Mr. Pearce’s face softened as he ran his fingertips down Sara’s cheek. “If you want me to leave, I will, Sara. I truly didn’t mean to scare you,” tipping her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’re safe with me, young lady. Chris and I will not make you do anything that you don’t want. Remember, you have a safeword, but if you are more comfortable with only Chris, though, then I can leave.”
“No,” Sara practically screamed as he began to turn around. “This is a lot for me to take in, but I am not opposed to you being here. I just don’t know if I could handle you both at the same time.” Sara instinctively looked down at the floor, feeling the burn of tears in her eyes.
“Oh no, baby, don’t worry about that,” Chris calmed her. “Dominic isn’t here for all three of us to do a menage together. There is no way in hell that you are ready for that. Besides neither one of is bi-sexual, so don’t think that is why he is here either. He is an educator, if you will. You are the most responsive submissive that I have ever worked with. But, I have a feeling that you are not going to make a habit out of being someone’s submissive and that this is a one night deal for you. I thought I could make the most of it, really show you what it is like to completely
submit to someone. Dominic can certainly help you to give that total release of control.” Chris ran his finger up and down her arm as he spoke.
Sara’s courage continued to ebb away as she remained planted in that spot. Her mind raced with the possible clusterfuck that this could cause her life. Sleep with a professor? Oh shit, she could get thrown out of school! Mr. Pearce could lose his job. God, what would her family think? Did she care what they thought? Hell no. She needed this. Chris had done things to her body that made her shudder with anticipation. She had to finish what she started. Chris was right, she wasn’t interested in pursuing this lifestyle outside of this one night. There weren’t any kink clubs back in Wisconsin where she could just pick up a new Dom to paddle her ass when she got the urge. She needed to go balls to the wall now. I’m all in, I’m all in, I’m all in.
Chapter 10
Leaning over, Sara gave Chris a light peck on the cheek. She pulled from his embrace, walked past both men, and knelt on the floor facing them. Awaiting instructions, she tried to calm her breathing as best she could. How long would they make her wait there?
After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Pearce stepped forward, edging closer to her. “When you present yourself kneeling young lady, you do so with your knees spread apart so that I can see your pussy. I prefer your hands palm up on your thighs, but I think that Chris prefers hands laced behind your head.”
“You’re in the lead now, Dominic.” Chris leaned back against the headboard, “I’ll observe.” He reached over to another water bottle on the nightstand, finishing what was left. Sara watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he drank, his abdominal muscles contracting with the motion. He made drinking water look hot.
Sara pulled her gaze from Chris’ lithe form to the equally hot man standing next to her. Mr. Pearce was dressed in just linen pants. He was seriously gorgeous with his bare chest and feet. Sara didn’t realize how sexy bare feet were until she had these two sizzling men, waiting for her to give herself over. That was what she fully intended to do, give everything to them both. Right now. No holds barred.
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