Training Tia

by Isabella Laase

  Zane lifted my chin to make sure I looked directly at his gaze. His nonverbal messages were as powerful as his words. “Look inside your heart, Tia. You belong to me. Your place has been by my side since you were an infant. We just took a few years off.”

  “But I don’t know if I want this. I’m supposed to move to Florida. I have a security deposit on a house.”

  “I own the house in Florida,” he said with his easy laugh. “I was the one Kim was going to arrange for you to date. You know that you would have fallen for me. We are bound to each other.”

  “Maybe we should do that. I mean, you said it yourself, a little dinner and a movie maybe? Let’s just date until I get used to all this. I can stay in the house in Florida by myself.”

  His hand ran through his hair in frustration. “You need to understand. Our enemies want to see you dead. That’s why we hid you from everyone in our world. The people who guarded you gave up years of their lives to keep you safe.

  “Now that you have been exposed, you will need both my father’s protection and my own. You’re safe at the castle if you do what you are told, but you can’t go to Florida. You will not even leave these rooms unless I am by your side. Do you understand?”

  The words scared the shit out of me, and my voice was barely above a whisper. “Am I your slave?”

  “If that human word fits your image, then yes, you are my slave. You will stay here and be taught your powers. I expect you to demonstrate respect and obey me in all matters. In public, you will address me as my lord or my master, whichever you chose. But…”

  Strong hands pulled me closer and rubbed the back of my neck. “I have promised to cherish and protect you with every power in my body, and I must say, I am a very powerful being.”

  He was close enough to my lips that all he had to do was reach another few inches. The wait for him to connect ignited a powerful tension, but it was worth the delay.

  The softness behind his first kiss was gentle and patient, and our souls connected at an undefined level. The effect was a dizzying perfection, but he left me with an unfulfilled need that tore at my emotions. In lonely confusion, a tear fell down my face.

  Zane studied me for a moment before he waved his hand. My T-shirt and pants disappeared, and I was left in my lacy red panties. Under his powerful gaze, I began to live my nighttime dream. Having explored this fantasy many times, my pussy ached in anticipation.

  Instead of embarrassment, I was thrilled at the exposure. I stood naked in front of an audience and waited for the curtain to rise. My skin was alive with anticipation, and the cool air tickled my nerves to an indescribable frenzy.

  The invisible hand found my breasts first and traced light circles across the sensitive erogenous zones. My nipples became hard and erect, and a soft moisture circled their peaks before it settled on gentle nips and tugs.

  The lightest strokes between my thighs reached into my panties to tickle my outer channel, and I moaned with approval. The spot between my legs developed a life of its own as thousands of nerve endings focused on one desperate need.

  Zane still hadn’t moved, but he couldn’t take his gaze off me. Every place he looked brought a new arousal, and I realized that he was the source of my pleasure. His gaze controlled my body, and I responded to his power by giving into his soul without resistance.

  My panties lowered slowly to my ankles, and I stepped out of them without a word. The touches continued over my willing body, and I had no choice but to spread my legs in encouragement.

  The movement separated my swollen and dripping labia to find and torture that magical button of nerves snuggled at the apex of my sex. Demanding touches played and teased my clit to bring the edge closer to my ache. My muscles tensed and my breath grew shallow until the quest for release was the only possible focus.

  A small release of my angst came when the invisible entity finally entered my willing slit and my inner muscles contracted. Soft groans clarified my approval and encouraged his exploration as a slow electrical reaction wound a twisted path through my nervous system.

  Without notice, the fondling increased to a delicious persistence, and the vibration settled on the one spot that couldn’t take the pressure without destroying my sanity. My clit became the focus of pulling and prodding, around in circles, on top, clockwise, counterclockwise.

  I fell to my knees and finally to my back on the floor with a whimper. My legs opened as wide as they would go, and still, Zane never moved.

  The magnetism behind the touch was the only focus for my brain. The warm vibration on my clit earned my moans of approval. I wanted the movement to stop before I exploded but grew fearful the magic would listen, so I simply gasped as the sensitivity built in waves to take over my whole body.

  The touch burrowed deep to provide relief, and I tried to curl my muscles around the invisible. As it forced itself in and out of my core, I fucked the imaginary something with everything I had.

  My orgasm was a cataclysmic release of power, and I cried out with an intensity I didn’t recognize. Waves of potent release connected my nervous system to contract my muscles into spasms of pleasure.

  When done, I lay stunned with desperate attempts to catch my breath. For a moment, I had forgotten Zane was in the room.

  My body offered an involuntary shudder and forced my eyes open. Zane raised his eyebrow with his familiar smirk. He appeared to have enjoyed the show, and I couldn’t even find the strength to be embarrassed.

  He gave me his hand to help me off the floor, and all I could say was, “Holy fuck.”

  To his credit, he kissed me on the forehead and sent me to the bathroom with a hot slap on my ass. The sting quickly gave way to a warm feeling that reached my still swollen sex.

  I obeyed his instructions with a complacent grin and was pleased when he followed me. He was clearly the source of my magical experience, but the intimacy between us ran deeper than physical pleasure. I knew it. I would give this man my soul.

  The luxurious bathroom held another fabulous ocean view. Gray granite counters offset white cabinetry filled with hidden treasures. A brand new electric toothbrush and a cabinet full of my favorite make-up, soaps, and shampoos waited for my use.

  Daylight presented the same isolated view, but as exhaustion set in, nighttime shadows crept quietly into the room. I ignored the huge soaking tub and took a quick shower in a massive space with multiple jets that hit my sore muscles from every direction.

  Zane watched but did not join me. We spoke few words, but our communication was evident with amazing clarity.

  The overwhelming events of the last few days quickly caught up to me, and I grew even sleepier. He dried me carefully with a soft white towel, and finally, he touched my tingling skin with his own. His soft hands lingered on my back until they slid smoothly all the way down to the willing muscles in my ass.

  The effect soothed tense nerves after my long day. The sting behind my paddling was gone, but his warmth threatened to return the tingling edge before he waved his hands again, and the urge subsided.

  He sighed before he dressed me in warm pj’s, and tucked me into bed. “You are beautiful, Tia.”

  I feared he would leave me, but he sat on the edge of the bed to watch me drift to sleep.

  The logical part of my brain failed to regain control. I should have run for the door and screamed to be released from whatever this was. But I’d inexplicably allowed a stranger a very intimate window to my needs, and there were no excuses.

  “You need to rest tonight.” He said gently. “We will have a lifetime together, but you have a lot to master first. The return of your powers will be a challenge, and you will need to focus. Give it some time, and I promise, you will come to my bed and I may never let you leave.”

  A sleepy thought occurred to me. “Did you keep all my boyfriends away from me? I mean, was I really that unappealing to men or did you do something to them?”

  “Of course, I kept them from you. You are mine. I wasn’t going
to share you, not even with an Adonis-like football player or a well-educated accountant. Now, go to sleep before I turn you over my knee again.”

  He offered a small smile, but I knew he meant what he said. The warm memory of his spanking was actually kind of hot, and his chuckle made me realize he’d heard that thought, too.

  “Do you know everything I think? Don’t I have any secrets?”

  “No, pet. You are all mine. There will never be a secret from me.”

  After battling for years to free myself from childhood restrictions, the thought should have driven me nuts, but as he rubbed my back gently, all I could internalize was his warm touch, and I fell asleep surrounded by secure comfort.

  Chapter Four

  I slept like a rock that night. The bed was luxuriously comfortable, and my stomach was filled with good food and wine. There were no erotic dreams, but my singular sexual experience the night before probably took care of any motivation to finger myself to fun.

  Curled under the white down comforter with the laziness of a person who didn’t have any place to be, I took a careless stretch when my foot hit something soft and warm. The meow was a dead giveaway, and some of my personal authority returned.

  “Out of my bed, you lecherous traitor!”

  I pushed his limp little body unceremoniously to the floor as I climbed out of bed. “You have been with me for almost five fucking years and never mentioned that I was a member of some creepy power group with a super-god mate waiting for me in another world.”

  Simon stared with big eyes and tried to curl around my legs, but I prodded him toward the door with my foot.

  “Get lost, Judas. I’m not forgiving you that fast.”

  He switched to an arrogant feline-scowl and left the room with his tail straight in the air. In an act of true maturity, I flipped the cat off behind his back.

  It was much easier to process the last crazy twenty-four hours without all of Zane’s testosterone in front of me, and I quickly reached the only obvious conclusion.

  This was all a misunderstanding.

  The whole plan was a great idea last night, but clearly, I’d made a wine-induced decision. Nobody married or mated or whatever the hell he wanted to do without at least a first date.

  Zane needed to understand that I had no desire to live in a nursery to gain magical powers and become the property of some stranger. It was plain crazy, and he would have to find somebody else. Simple.

  Under the likely assumption the rocky coast outside my window wasn’t Florida, I would ask to be put on the first plane out of there and pick up the plans of my dismal life.

  Before I could get out of bed and find the means to re-establish my control, a huge woman entered the room. She had to be mid-forties, over six feet, and about as feminine as a linebacker. Simple black pants and a white blouse portrayed an aura of authority, but her force and dignity cemented the role. She was definitely in charge of something.

  Her voice was gentle, and a strong accent indicated possible citizenship from a British holding, but I was never any good at nationality identification.

  “Good morning, my little pet. Did you sleep well?”

  The whole pet thing was a real buzz kill, and I frowned. “Yes. Thank you, um…”

  “I’m your nanny. I’m here to take care of you.”

  I quickly clarified, “There’s been a really big mistake. I’m twenty-one years old, and that’s way too old for a nanny.”

  In recognition that this wasn’t familiar territory, I looked around the room and added, “No matter where I am.”

  “Nonsense.” She dismissed me with a wave. “In our world, a submissive keeps her nanny until she’s well grown. Who else will help as you negotiate your powers?”

  Maintaining a steady breath became a challenge, and my eyes opened even wider. “A what? Wait a minute…that definitely was not part of any discussion.”

  She pulled the covers to the floor. “Little one, why do you think Master Zane has such an impact on your thoughts? He’s your mated Dominant. You can’t even think when he’s in the room. You know this.

  “Now, let’s get ready for him. He will want you up and bathed before he arrives. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

  Crossed arms and a stern gaze didn’t provide much of a chance to argue the submissive comments, so immediate privacy quickly became the next goal.

  “Uh, okay…but really, I can do this myself.”

  In full authoritarian mode, Nanny put her hands on her hips and frowned. “My little one. The sooner you learn that I’m in charge of the nursery, the better off we will be. I would hate to start the day with you over my knee. Your master and your tutor will be here within the hour. If you’re not dressed and fed, they will both be unhappy with you.

  “Now, you can either get into the tub where I will bathe you, or I can put you in there myself. Which is it going to be?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer. She must have been close to twice my weight and both options really sucked.

  Simon came back to the room, and I swear the little shit stuck his tongue out at me. I glared at the cat and pointed. “Fine, as long as he isn’t in the room.”

  She spoke with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Shoo, or I’ll make a coat out of you.” Simon left the room with a hiss, and I was out of excuses.

  With great trepidation, I allowed the woman to take off my pajamas and lead me to the bathroom. Yesterday’s excitement over being naked was gone, and I was just cold and mortified. I stared at the tub and looked for a stall word.

  “How come I didn’t hear you fill…” She gave me the look, and I remembered the whole magic thing and mumbled, “Never mind.”

  I climbed in tentatively, and the water tickled my skin with a gentle warmth. She turned on the bubbly jets and my muscles slowly lost their tense hold on what was left of my privacy.

  Nanny must have had training as a masseuse because her strong hands were actually amazing. My hair was carefully washed with a scalp tingly massage before she moved to my arms and legs. Her fingers worked deep into my muscles with an expert’s touch, leaving me strangely pampered.

  When soapy hands went over my breasts, I wiggled away, but she moved to my back before I could call a foul. Within seconds, I returned to peaceful relaxation and enjoyed the deep massage to my back and shoulders.

  Just as I closed my eyes, her hand moved between my legs. “Open up for me.”

  There was no way. “I think I have this, thanks.”

  When she didn’t stop, I slapped her hand away.

  With one swoop, I was out of the tub with a water trail across the bathroom floor on my way over her knee. Using what felt suspiciously like a hair brush, I got five hard spanks in quick succession.

  I couldn’t fight her heavy hold, but I could kick and scream my protest. “You can’t fucking do this.”

  Despite the obvious choice, obscenities seemed to increase the intensity of the ass burning, so I stopped immediately. The residual water on my bottom provided some protection, but the noise had been frightful and a semi-permanent outline of the brush must have formed on my tender skin.

  With no other ideas for regaining control, I resorted to basic begging. “I promise. I’ll…ow…do what you say. Ple—Please.”

  She scolded gently as she placed me back in the tub. “Stand up for me, pet, and open your legs. This will only take a minute.”

  My brush-imprinted ass demanded more attention than the common sense refusal that rested on the tip of my tongue, so I closed my eyes and allowed her to wash the most private of spaces as my face burned to a deep crimson.

  Once I gave in to her control, however, I groaned a little under her soapy fingers. The strange sense of pleasure under a woman’s hand turned my already red face three shades darker. Another one of my personal observations on sexual identity was destroyed as I wiggled with an attempt to get her to fondle me a little more.

  Her finger came up to my bottom hole, and my mortification peaked
because any further, I would likely have stopped breathing. There was nothing comforting or familiar about her move.

  I don’t know what she was doing back there, but it was likely the strangest feeling I’d ever experienced as my bottom was stretched and pulled by her lubricated fingers. Exposed from just about every angle, I didn’t even have a word for the new embarrassment factor.

  “Is this really necessary?” I tried to speak with an authoritative voice, but bent over the tub with my ass exposed to a total stranger did little to exert my influence.

  “Of course. You want to be ready for Zane, don’t you?”

  I turned to stare with my mouth open, seriously afraid to ask what I was supposed to be prepared for.

  My humiliation wasn’t over, and she pulled out a pair of electric clippers. I might have been a virgin, but I’d kept my privates reasonably well-groomed in case the perfect opportunity arose.

  Her machine turned on with a snap while she spoke. “Let’s get this all cleaned up, shall we?” Her tone did not require a response.

  She shaved off every last hair between my legs and occasionally brushed my sensitive pussy with her soft hand to see what she was doing. Previously untouched nerve endings were exposed to the air and fed my mortifying response.

  With one last touch, she smiled. “Perfect.”

  She wrapped me in a warm towel and cuddled me onto her lap. “The spanking is all over, and so is the bath. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  Not that I was given a choice, but I was embarrassed to admit that I liked the overall effects. Freshly massaged muscles settled into the warmed towel, and the newly bared spot between my legs felt like a virgin layer of nerves. My skin tingled with life from every angle while I allowed her to dress me in jeans and a blue sweater.

  A tall black woman waited in the kitchen. Stunningly beautiful, she wore a long red halter dress that showed the full outline of her very athletic body. Her delicate grace left me feeling frumpy and envious, but she spoke with a genuine smile and a slight accent.

  “Hello, Tia. I’m your tutor. I will be responsible for your education. You may call me, Hawa.”