Training Tia

by Isabella Laase

  “Give yourself a chance, and you will find peace, Tia. Anna and Owen are fantastic role models. You know that they’re happy. And it was Anna’s opinion that gave you the extra four years in New York when Zane wanted you earlier. Submissives have a voice, but Quinn made the final decision.”

  The reminder of my parent’s magical background always took me by surprise, but they’d clearly lived their own dominant relationship during my childhood. Owen was in charge and Anna followed, but she was never meek or mild. Her opinions were always considered, and he respected her both privately and publically.

  I also never saw my father spank my mother, nor did I ever hear her call him “Lord” or “Master.” Arguably, either would probably have raised a few eyebrows in the middle of Ohio.

  Reflective quiet came next as I processed the event that had clearly defined my life. “What are the mating ceremonies like? Are they romantic?”

  She smiled gently. “I told Zane that he should wait until you were old enough to remember before he held the ceremony, but he was anxious.

  “The connection you shared was one more layer to keep you safe, and he worried about you from the day you were born. Our world was full of turmoil and hidden dangers, and you were vulnerable. But I have the memory. Do you want to see it?”

  I couldn’t take her hand fast enough. We entered her subconscious easily, but her organized thoughts put my jumbled mind to shame. Cataloged by size and shape, shelves lined the space with everything from clothes and music to tools and art.

  With a wave of her hand, the first layer of shelves was replaced by rows of books all sorted with the same care. She dismissed my unspoken compliment with a quiet shrug. “Don’t worry. The stronger you get, the easier it will be.

  It only took a second to locate her choice. “Memory books store information for the quickest retrieval. This one is special though. I created it with its own portal so you could visit someday, too.”

  We stepped back while she tossed the blue leather book into the air. It twisted and twirled before it formed into an opening, and I grinned as we entered the magic. It really was pretty cool.

  The modern and luxurious home is decorated with colorful flowers and candles, mixing sweet vanilla and honey, but the room is dominated by my nursery view of the ocean against the very familiar rocks. I am at home here, and I breathe easily.

  There are many witnesses, and the magical powers of the guests are obvious. Long flowing gowns in beautiful pastel shades and crisp black suits display their finest formality, and dozens of servants serve champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

  My mother snuggles me closely while my father looks strong and proud. Simon stands in the background and relaxes during the festivities, and Owen kisses the back of Anna’s hand with a smile.

  Zane takes me from my mother’s arms, and the room grows quiet while the ceremony begins. As the center of attention, my adorable chubby cheeks glow and bright eyes shimmer with excitement. An old-fashioned lace gown shows off my fat little legs, and I kick and babble my happy responses.

  Zane is stunning in formal attire. His dark hair accents the sparkle in his eyes, and we share a private smile. I play with the side of his face and pull gently at his chin while he nibbles on my fingers to entertain me.

  Quinn begins the ceremony with Isabella by his side. He speaks about the coven’s proud past and identifies me as their future. A few people in attendance shed true emotional tears.

  When Quinn accesses his subconscious, an aura falls around Zane and baby me. The rest of the room attaches their own powers, and we are joined as one under the strength of dozens of souls.

  Zane verbally commits to my safety and happiness as a priority over his own needs, and Quinn gives a final wave. Bright lights fill the space in a silent explosion that should have made an infant cry, but I just smile and clap my hands in delight.

  The room applauds and the aura dissipates. Zane kisses me gently on the forehead before he hands me back to my mother. She murmurs to me with obvious pride, but I stay focused on my new master’s powerful gaze.

  The vision ended, but it was hard to find the words that could summarize my feelings. “I…thank you. I loved it.”

  Isabella said, “Go into your subconscious. You should find the book now and can see it anytime you want.”

  With her thoughts as a model, I spent a few hours that afternoon cleaning up my space while I reflected on my ceremony. The memory filled an important gap, but it also reemphasized the responsibility that rested in my future. I was determined to do it right.

  ****

  My trust was challenged when Zane and Quinn came to a frustrating conclusion. Huddled in the quiet of my nursery, they’d held long conversations about my safety and my future. The double dose of dominance kept my mouth firmly shut and bottom quite safe, but I sent as many nonverbal messages as I could.

  Their verdict was devastating. My powers had advanced more quickly than anybody had imagined, and I’d outgrown my current living situation. Plans to move me to Zane’s California house were laid out, and Simon was the only member of my staff who would join me. Hawa would come a few hours a week for quick massages, but Nanny was staying behind.

  As much as I didn’t want to live in the nursery, it represented security in a crazy new world. My staff and familiar routines literally helped me breathe, and I still relied on them for comfort and relaxation. The unknown was just too much of a change.

  When I raised my complaint, both Quinn and Zane shushed me with chilling glares, but Isabella spoke in her gentle voice. “You love it here because you feel safe. Now that you’ve become more powerful, the nursery can’t provide the same comfort. It’s just like growing up. We all have to move on.”

  Saying goodbye to Nanny ignited my small emotional breakdown. She rubbed my back smoothly one last time and murmured, “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll visit you often, and it will all be fine.”

  Zane’s warnings didn’t calm my emotions. “The nursery can’t contain you anymore, but it’s early to be without restrictions. Minding what I say will be difficult, but you must understand that there is a greater chance for danger outside these rooms. Consequences for disobedience won’t include gentle nursery spankings.”

  “If those were gentle, I promise I won’t push any limits,” I said sarcastically.

  He lowered his eyes to a threatening scowl. “Remember what I said. You need to understand what will happen to your ass if you disobey me.”

  The move to California was quick. Zane lifted me into his arms with instructions to close my eyes. Remembering the dizzying headache from my trip to the safe room, I utilized every ocular muscle I possessed and clung to his neck with a fair amount of trepidation.

  A few minutes later, we stood in the same modern living room from my mating ceremony memory. The two-story wall of windows displayed the familiar ocean view, and the rocky coastline left a crisp, shiny freshness in the large space.

  With a child’s excitement, I shrieked, “The ocean! That’s the exact view I had at the nursery!”

  A quick frown followed. “This one is real, isn’t it?”

  “Of course, it is,” said Zane with a smile. “This has always been your home. You knew that you would return someday.”

  The house tour took a while. The impeccably decorated living and dining areas were dominated by soaring cathedral ceilings with floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the ocean view. The house was built on a hillside, and an expansive second story deck was artistically suspended over the rocky coastline.

  The space opened into a gleaming modern kitchen with a smaller den and home office comfortably tucked into a wing by themselves. Upstairs were five elegant bedroom suites with their own pristine, private baths.

  The lower level held a fully equipped gym complete with an indoor lap pool and steam sauna. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed an expansive lower patio surrounding an outdoor pool and hot tub that reached the cliff with an invisible edge.

  I looke
d at my mate with my own eyebrow cocked. “You’ve been holding out on me. Why was I living in three rooms in a cold castle in Romania when you’ve had all this?”

  He pulled me closer to his side with a smile and buried his head in my hair. He was as pleased to have me as I was to be there.

  A tall, angular woman appeared from the kitchen, and Zane introduced her as the housekeeper. Jeanne’s tightly wound hair appeared to match her personality, and she had no warmth at all. I disliked her on sight and had absolutely no good reason why.

  He continued, “Jeanne will take care of your personal needs. There are less people here than at the castle, but I will limit your access to the others. They are all from our coven, but you don’t need to make a lot of connections yet.”

  The biggest invasion of my privacy to ever put into words was the next obvious question. “And…the whole bathing thing?”

  He chuckled. “You’re much better at relaxing your own muscles and connecting the necessary nerve endings. I think you can handle that yourself, pet.”

  I was relieved. I didn’t want to start that relationship with another person.

  Zane also introduced me to my new tutor. “He will increase your defense training and overall physical condition. You need to have both physical and mental power to fight our enemies.”

  The large and powerful man of Asian descent appeared to be in his mid-forties, but my idea of time was different than the coven’s, so who knew how old he really was. Everything about him appeared distant and professional. I missed the warmth of my nursery, and a few tears welled in my eyes.

  He bowed graciously and spoke with a heavy accent. “I am Kiyo. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tia.”

  Zane’s warnings remained ominous. “Remember. You have use of the entire house, but there is no way to contain you without taking your powers, and that would leave you vulnerable. Use your senses and stay alert.

  “Promise that you won’t fight this. The man you bit at the castle was never identified, and you couldn’t recreate the memory for us to view. We don’t know what that means, but we aren’t taking any chances with you.”

  I’d expected this but didn’t like to hear it out loud. “Who exactly will be with me?”

  “There is a large security detail surrounding the house at all times, but your immediate life will include me, Jeanne, Simon, or Kiyo. When I am not here, you will obey them, or they have permission to take you to task.”

  I knew what that meant and couldn’t help myself. “Could you find somebody, anybody, to take care of me who isn’t taller than an Amazon with freakishly big hands? They could spank my whole butt with one smack.”

  “I promise, pet, if one of them has to spank you, you will not want me to come home at the end of the day. You have more control now, and there is no reason for you to misbehave.”

  He wasn’t done lecturing. “Your powers will continue to grow, and you’ve already experienced the consequences of attempting something you don’t understand. Do not try anything new without checking with me.”

  I nodded respectfully, but he made me say it out loud before he was satisfied. A polite minute went by before I had another important question. “Where exactly do I sleep?”

  “With me, of course,” he said with a smirk. “What did you think?”

  I grinned. “I think I can get used to that plan pretty easily.”

  He picked me up with a half-hearted growl to carry me back to his bedroom. “If you don’t like the colors, we can redecorate. Just let me know what you want. I’ve already had your things moved into the closets.”

  I was pleased that he gave me the option, but the room was already beautiful. Most importantly, it represented the hidden connection to Zane’s personality, and its effect was immediate. Surrounded by deep brown and maroon with steel-gray touches, the ache between my legs demanded recognition.

  Zane dropped me on the bed with a hint of something primal in his gaze and lifted his chin in expectation. Any concerns about the dynamics of a Dominant/submissive relationship abandoned my thoughts, and I lowered my eyes in response.

  Submission was an easy gift in our bedroom. I had a choice, and I recognized the pleasures that choice would bring. Nestled into our new adult world, I gave my body to his complete control.

  Zane clearly felt my release and growled even deeper in his throat. His power surged through my nervous system, and we connected at an unexplored level. My clothes disappeared and the air left my skin with a magical tingling of nerves.

  He placed my hands above my head where they froze as though they were tied to the headboard. “I want you open to me, Tia.”

  While my trust in him was complete, the vulnerable position left me slightly tense, and he responded with a gentle bite to my erect nipple and a subtle grin. The knowledge that I followed his orders returned my serenity, and I closed my eyes to wait for my reward.

  Strong hands explored my body at will, and fire ignited across my skin with every touch. He stayed far removed from the erogenous zones that defined my sex, but the simple movements across my thighs and arms made me groan in anticipation.

  With my legs spread wide, his fingers teased the outer reaches of my channel, but my core demanded that he stop and explore. An evil chuckle made it clear that he read my thoughts.

  When the swollen nerve bundle was finally located, he murmured, “You are glistening, pet.”

  I trembled under his touch, and he rubbed until I groaned with pleasure. Tension built from the deepest part of my soul, and my breath grew shallow.

  In a clear demonstration of his control, he stopped to tease. “You experience pleasure under my hand, Tia. Nobody else’s. Not even your pink vibrator will reach this spot without me. Do you understand?”

  He waited until I stammered, “I—I promise. Zane. I won’t I—I will w—wait for you.”

  Gentle fingers returned to the insides of my folds, and my body moved to meet his rhythm. My arms stayed frozen above my head while his tongue returned to my breasts to our game. The two separate parts of my body connected through an invisible cord and ignited the hormones that would ultimately bring my release.

  He slowly moved his fingers to my mouth. Relieved to have the attention off my swollen and sensitive clit, breath and speech returned, and I sucked greedily. The sweet taste of my own sex increased the erotic scene, but since my need belonged to Zane, only his image occupied my thoughts.

  His clothes disappeared in a magical movement and his hardened, muscular body demanded my touch, but my frustrating restraints moved me closer to the edge of my sanity. “Let me go, dammit…I just need to touch you.”

  My demands fed his power and tied us together at another new level, but he responded by freezing my thighs to the bed with my legs open wide for his games.

  Finally, my mate’s swollen sex explored my outer labia with maddening slowness, and I couldn’t help but to define my need with a pleading voice. “Just do it, already…please.”

  With a glint in his eyes, he drove hard into my slit. I wasn’t prepared for the physical intensity and cried out as something deep inside me went through a spasm of pleasure.

  The kiss was also unexpected, and he met my gaze with deep approval. We stayed connected at that innocent level for several long seconds before he began to pulse in and out of my pussy. The simultaneous movement focused us on one goal.

  I experienced more than the sexual connection. I could feel his thoughts. Our minds blended and speech became unnecessary.

  His cock reached deep to my most secret spot, and I gasped for air. My muscles reacted to his power and the edge drew close with frightening pleasure. When his mind closed in on his ultimate trophy, he drove faster and faster, and I pumped my hips to meet his demand.

  When he filled me with a deep groan, his orgasm intertwined with my own, and we exploded as one. The hormonal release was cataclysmic as waves of pleasure roared through my system. It took a long time before my endorphins subsided to reconnect me to any sense of
reality.

  We spent almost a week on a private, mini-honeymoon to explore the bodies that had been denied to us for years. Food mysteriously showed up in the refrigerator, and we patiently reheated it when we became hungry. His wine cellar was meticulously stocked, and we consumed a lot of it over long conversations that ranged from serious political debate to frivolous television favorites.

  Our time was filled with new experiences. After an evening of Italian pasta and a quality cabernet, he pulled me close to his side. “I will take you in every way possible, pet.”

  I had worked toward this goal for months, but the thought of Zane filling me from behind increased my vulnerability and a little fear. Ultimately, however, I didn’t have the power to deny him anything.

  Curling my knees under me, I opened my own ass cheeks while he stretched and pulled, using first his fingers and finally intrusive plugs. I worked to accept everything he gave me, but the alien feeling of fullness brought my small whimper.

  He rubbed my back and recognized my fears. “Trust me, Tia. You’ve been waiting for this if you can get past your trepidation.”

  When I was filled with his toys, he rubbed my bottom with familiar comfort before he pulled back with an unexpected smack to the center of his creamy target. The warmth ignited the electricity to connect my nervous system, and I groaned in anticipation.

  Encouraged, Zane alternated between stinging pain and gentle rubbing along the erogenous nerves of my ass. The contrasting emotions set my soul on fire as each fought for control of my need.

  He placed me on my back and filled my core with his swollen sex. The internal connection between my cock-filled pussy and the toys that haunted my bottom caused me to explode again. Pleasure-filled waves of release controlled my muscles, and I felt his approval deep in my soul.

  He wanted more. While the spasms continued, he removed his toy from my bottom hole. “Are you ready for me?”

  Rolling to my stomach, I pushed my chin to the bed and exposed myself to his needs. I was sure he wouldn’t fit, but he’d clearly lubricated his cock and slipped it in with only slight resistance. My apprehension built, but his contentment helped me continue.