Training Tia

by Isabella Laase

  An obvious change in the hallway brought my whispered response. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

  Before he could answer, Zane grabbed the scruff of my T-shirt with a stinging connection to my butt, and unceremoniously returned me to my room.

  Simon grinned. “You owe me twenty bucks, Zane. I told you she wouldn’t make it.”

  Zane raised an eyebrow but fished the bill out of his pocket. Simon snagged it with a grin and left us with a self-righteous whistle.

  My only hope was total submission, eyes downcast, and maybe a plea for leniency, but I couldn’t pull it off. Still sensitive to conspiracy, my heart believed they’d set me up for failure.

  “Let me explain,” I muttered. “It’s not what you think…”

  “You disobeyed the single most important rule of your nursery, Tia. And you are not even remotely apologetic. Tell me. What am I missing?”

  “I…” I had nothing.

  No powers were needed when he sat in the big upholstered chair and patted his lap. With a slight sigh, I settled myself in the very familiar location across his knees while he slid my pajama pants past my ass to better utilize his resources.

  His hand covered my tender skin with a fine layer of stinging correction. When he finished the first round, a second was added with the same intensity but the pre-established neuron path to my brain increased its effectiveness. The third layer covered that all too sensitive spot normally reserved for comfortable sitting, and I began my apologies with true sincerity.

  “Please…I…I won’t do it…again… I’m…sorry…”

  It was a most unpleasant experience, and I’m sure my butt was redder than Zane’s hand by the time he stopped his stinging message.

  Rubbing my ass, I stood before him for the scolding that followed. “Shame on you. You were given one chance at responsibility, and didn’t remember a single warning we’d given you.”

  There was a lot more, but the words ran together in a mumbled distraction. I fought my miserable scowl with no fun little tingling between my legs. The reminder that not even my sex life belonged to me did little to lessen my foul mood.

  I was abandoned with no cuddling. The bars on my bed were raised with such force that I thought, he almost took my fucking fingers off.

  Zane returned to my side quickly, only this time he carried a very threatening-looking whip. He appeared to be really tired. Some people needed more sleep than others.

  “Are you really sure we need to continue this conversation?” he growled.

  He wasn’t the one with a flaming red bottom, but I took the high road and zipped my lip with an imaginary key and threw it away. He nodded briefly and was gone, but the bars stayed on my bed at night.

  ****

  My mate proved to be a particular challenge. I loved being with him, but our relationship changed as more thoughts and opinions of my own formed. Strangely, submission was actually easier once I had choices.

  Shortly after I’d tried to leave my rooms, he stayed late to watch a movie, and I was thrilled. A break in my routine always left me a little agitated, but I was determined to prove that I approached their adult definition of behavior. Hopefully, my life in a nursery and the road to his bed would be short.

  I curled into his lap, and he absently stroked my hair and rubbed my back and ass. If he stopped, I wiggled and pestered until he started again.

  He grumbled, “I’m supposed to be the Dominant, so how come I’m rubbing you down every night?”

  Clearly, it was a rhetorical question that might cost me my massage, so I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked, “How come I can’t find you when I’m looking for you?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Some of it is your lack of training, but I am pretty powerful, too. Sometimes I will keep you out of my thoughts, but I will always hear if you call for me.”

  “Does that mean I can keep you out, too?”

  “No, pet,” he said with a scowl. “I’m your mated Dominant. You could never keep me out, though at some point, you could probably block Hawa or Nanny or even Owen if you wanted to.”

  I let the information digest for a few minutes and focused on the fine layer of electricity generated between his fingertips and my skin. I may have had my sexual urges turned off, but some part of me recognized the void.

  Once the thought was in my head, he knew what I wanted, so I might as well ask, “How long do we have to wait to have sex, anyway? I mean, I’m your mate and all.”

  It was a legitimate question. Following years of erotic dreams clearly tied to Zane, the first night I’d met him involved a literal sexual meltdown while he watched from the distance. The thought of taking him between my legs was more than appealing, even with his mandated restriction to my sexual urges.

  I jumped in with both feet at his silence. “It’s not like it never occurred to me. I mean, for years, you were the man of my dreams—” I stopped myself and frowned. “I mean, you were the man in my dreams…”

  He brushed my blushing cheeks with an evil grin. “I like being the man of your dreams, little one. You can keep that one.”

  “You know what I mean. I used to dream about you all the time.”

  “Those weren’t dreams, pet. We had sex many, many times after you came of age.”

  I laughed. “No, I’m really a virgin. I’ve never done that before.”

  His hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me close to his chest. “I have had my cock buried so far in your pussy, I almost came out your tonsils. You’re not a virgin.”

  I froze with disbelief. “You’ve really had sex with me when I wasn’t aware? That’s like date rape. You can’t do that.”

  “I never raped you,” he responded with dangerously controlled anger. “You were a willing participant every time. Your subconscious is your most powerful asset, for God’s sake. You communicated easily every time I came to you, but you haven’t opened the memory yet.”

  I pulled away from his hand, and my stress level rose exponentially. His twitchy look should have made me think twice, but my mouth pushed on. “Come on. I’m not stupid. Don’t you think sex is a memory I would gain quickly? The first time is a pretty important event in a woman’s life. You took advantage of me.”

  His voice was ominous. “Don’t pull away from me in anger. That’s not your role. The reason you don’t remember is because I’ve closed that part of your subconscious. There has been too much going on to deal with sex.

  “Don’t you remember your first day here? You were going to take your clothes off and let me fuck you from behind, and you didn’t even remember who I was. You needed limitations, or you would have tried to take the couch just to get some relief.”

  He didn’t paint a romantic picture, but I frowned with the not-so-distant memory. “So how long do I have to wait for you to unlock that one? I’m growing old over here, you know.”

  His muscles relaxed to show he’d moved past my insult. He rubbed my cheek and murmured, “Are you saying you want me to open that window for tonight?”

  “Well, yeah. You haven’t figured out that I’m a little attracted to you?”

  Zane clearly battled some internal demon until I rubbed gently on the very obvious reaction between his legs. It had the desired effect.

  He groaned. “Fine. You asked for this. But I admit that I will enjoy it.”

  In a clearly human move, he removed my clothes one by one with his soft touch until I was left with just my panties. Electricity was repeated as his skin moved over my curves, and I arched my body in response.

  The feeling was pleasant, and I felt a growing sense of relaxation, but no serious sexual urges. I grumbled, “This doesn’t feel much different than when Nanny rubs me down.”

  “If you’re going to compare me to your nanny,” he scolded, “I’ll redden your ass with more than my hand. Now, go to your inner room, and I’ll come with you. You’re going to have to stay awhile, so work hard at the focus.”

  His demands left me baffled. �
��Can you do that? Is that how everybody has sex around here?”

  “I wouldn’t offer if we couldn’t do it, and no, not everyone has sex this way. But it’s the only way I will have sex with you. Trust me, Tia. Bringing your powers to the bedroom is the most amazing experience.”

  Under perfect conditions, I’d mastered about fifteen minutes in my subconscious and was a little nervous about the added intensity of sex. I didn’t think he would like it if I disappeared in the middle of one massive thrust.

  Like always, he read my thoughts. “Don’t worry. If you can’t stay there the whole time, I’ll still enjoy myself, but you won’t have nearly as much fun.”

  Finding my room had become effortless, but it was the same mess the last time I’d visited. My new possessions lay carelessly on the floor and piled into corners with no real sense of urgency or organization. I waited patiently and rubbed my dog’s head with a weak attempt to clean up by kicking an old magazine into the corner.

  With a strange pop, a light and airy bed appeared while the rest of the room fell into a fuzzy contrast. The bed rested on some invisible platform, and the crisp white sheets looked soft and luxurious. My draw was immediate.

  Before I could take a step, the rest of my magical possessions disappeared completely and the bed became my only focus. An adrenaline rush connected my sexual barometer directly to the wet response between my legs.

  Zane was right. The bed’s presence alone was enough to drop me to my back and open my legs for the first guy to come along. The waltzing nerves reached my core to drive me to the edge, and I moved my hand between my legs in an attempt at relief only to feel it swatted away.

  His voice came from inside my subconscious. “I will take care of that, pet.”

  Seconds later, he appeared in my space. He’d already stripped, and I couldn’t help but stare at the magnificence of his familiar body. His hardened cock hung fully between his legs, and I could imagine its silky touch before I even reached for it. We’d been here before. I didn’t remember when I had seen him, but I knew every muscle with as much certainty as my own.

  I squeezed my thighs together in a failed attempt at temporary relief. My throbbing pussy numbed my brain, and I played every card in my hand to get him inside me.

  “Please, Master. I want you,” I whimpered in a plainly submissive voice.

  He tickled the nerves across my back with an easy laugh. “How come you always remember to call me Master when you want something?”

  “We’ll take this slowly tonight,” he continued without waiting for my answer. “First, think of all the other times we’ve done this. You remember, don’t you? Did you want it or was I ‘raping’ you?”

  I couldn’t wait for his cock and fumbled at my panties, until he spoke firmly, “I asked you a question, Tia. Answer me. Your memories are here. Look for them.”

  It took a Herculean effort, but I took a breath and looked around my inner self. I remembered the first time clearly.

  Zane comes to me in the middle of the night after my eighteenth birthday. His presence is familiar and safe, so I have no fears. I trust his touch but recognize the juncture behind the visit.

  He takes his time to prepare me. Gentle hands discard my clothes to the floor, but my panties are slid off my thighs and hung on the window crank with a smirk. A deep and passionate kiss connects our souls, and I am ready for whatever he chooses.

  Strong hands begin with my breasts. My nipples become his toy, and he teases and pulls at them until they reach the rigid peaks he demands. His mouth covers the sensitive nerve endings, and the effect immediately connects to my aching clit.

  His fingers find the secrets hiding inside my labia, and he teases my channel with long, fluid strokes before entering my vagina with a gentle touch. It is stretched to meet his needs, pulling and tickling while he continuously returns to the bundle of nerves that drives me to an intense and unfamiliar edge.

  I grow anxious, but his cock is there, tantalizing me, and he encourages me to touch it. Despite the appearance of stone, it feels like silk. Its smoothness increases my desire, and when I laugh with pleasure, my nerves are again defeated.

  He lines his hardness up to my pussy and works his way in, slowly and methodically, until I accept all of him. I gasp at the fullness in a moment of panic, but he uses his fingers to play with my clit and return my trust to his side.

  The electricity awakens something deep inside me, and I am unable to fight it. With no option, I give into his control and wait to be pleased.

  Slowly, he builds me to a frenzy. My breath grows shallow and emotions threaten to overwhelm me as my whole body moves toward the edge.

  The memory continued, but raw intensity pushed me back to Zane’s side. My vaginal walls contracted involuntarily and my panties grew even damper.

  “You’re orgasming with the memory, little one?” He laughed. “That’s a first.”

  He slipped his fingers under the elastic of my panties to toy with my obvious response. When he wouldn’t enter, I widened my legs to use my hand a second time, but he delivered a slap to my pussy that made me gasp.

  His palm enveloped my reaction, and he growled, “This is mine, Tia. You won’t come again until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  I couldn’t speak but nodded to his authority. I would have endured anything to get him inside me.

  “We will do this my way,” he continued. “It’s going to be slow and gentle.”

  My panties were slid off my ankles with a smooth motion, and he smirked as he hung them on the window crank. He lifted me to the bed, and the silk sheets incited thousands of nerve endings on my naked skin.

  Agonizing seconds were lost with his strong gaze on my exposed body. He spoke softly, “Relax, Tia. Let me in at every level.”

  I breathed deeply, and his power ignited my body with an undefined connection. I was lost to his need.

  With a maddeningly soft touch, he explored every inch of my breasts before he moved to tease the tips of my nipples. The ache between my legs became unbearable, and I whimpered with quiet demands. I was long past the desire for a soft touch and wanted my nipples pinched and prodded.

  I trembled but kept my hands away from the force growing inside me. All I could release were frustrated moans, and he laughed again. “Are you looking for something, little one?”

  He knew the power he had over me. My voice was barely above a whimper as I rolled away from his taunting. “Please. Take them. I’m going to die.”

  The hard slap on my ass brought a sharp contraction and an unexpected release of more wetness. “You aren’t telling me how to do this, are you, pet? Do you not remember your role?”

  I buried the desire to bite him, but I had no secrets. “I wouldn’t try that,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t think your bottom could take that mistake.”

  For a few excruciating minutes, he ran his fingers up and down my arm with a light touch. I feared that he’d abandoned my nipples, but soon realized he just wanted to watch me wiggle and moan. He was enjoying himself tremendously, and we hadn’t even gotten started.

  My demand for more overtook the desire to submit. “Fuck, you’re killing me here,”

  I mumbled and arched my back to place my nipples closer to his mouth. With an easy grin, he took one already rigid peak between his lips, then moved to the other. Slowly, he sucked and pulled, using his teeth to keep them hard.

  “I want more,” he murmured.

  A pair of small metal clamps with a chain running between them materialized in his hand. He didn’t ask, but his eyes encouraged my trust, so I took a breath and nodded.

  “Put your focus on the pain,” he continued. “You will find pleasure there, too. Relax your muscles.”

  Faith in Zane defeated my anxiety, and I obeyed his direction to tie myself closer to his control. When he applied a clamp to each hard nipple, my brain was overwhelmed with the simultaneous release of pain and pleasure to my most sensitive erogenous nerves.

>   With a gentle tug, he smiled in satisfaction. The link became a power cord that connected to my throbbing core, and the delicious feeling spread throughout my nervous system. I gave an involuntary shudder at another release between my legs.

  He gathered my newest gift with his fingers and spoke softly, “Open your mouth, pet. See what you taste like.”

  My own sweet readiness delivered more shivers of erotic anticipation, but the suddenness was too much, and my living room at the castle returned to my foggy sight.

  To give me relief, he slid his finger in and out of my pussy. “Come back, pet. I’m not done with you. I want you to have this experience here.”

  The small relief from his fingerfucking was enough to return me to his side, but he continued to torment the soft folds of my labia. Speech and thought became impossible, and my entire being focused on the throbbing ache between my legs.

  When he settled on the nerve bundle nestled in the apex of my sex, he rubbed the edges and finally grabbed it in a pinch to pull me into a frenzy. Waves of release began to roll across my muscles, and I prepared to turn my moans to screams.

  His laughter acknowledged the power I’d given him, and he fingered my clit with a torrent of fire. I didn’t think I would survive and screamed with stars before my eyes.

  Within a second, I was back on the couch. The sexual intensity lessened dramatically and bitter disappointment filled the void. He’d promised it would be amazing, and I wanted to experience it to the end. I buried my head in his shoulder to fight the tears.

  His voice was gentle. “Come, pet. You don’t think I will leave you out here, do you?”

  A few hard slaps to my bottom alternated between gentle and harsh, and his patient and familiar rubbing settled the stinging effects.

  The action had no connection to the punishing spankings that surrounded my naughtiness. Warmth spread between my legs and my muscles relaxed with a renewed focus. Returned to my subconscious, I was committed to staying there.

  He murmured, “Good, pet. I guess we should get on with this if you want to finish here. Trust me. There is nothing better, but then, this is the only way you have experienced me, isn’t it?”