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well aware of why my day seemed never ending. “What did you do today?” I ask, trying to sound casual. I already know he had the day off work. He arranged more than two weeks’ vacation, invited me into his home, and agreed to train me as a submissive—surely someone willing to do all that feels a connection to the person they do it with.
“A bit of work.” He’s a very successful defense lawyer, so I suppose even when he’s on vacation there’s going to be stuff needing his attention. “Grabbed some groceries, did some toy shopping, teased a sub until she was good and mad.”
My breath jams in my lungs. Teased a sub? It hadn’t even occurred to me that he probably plans to continue playing with the subs at the BDSM club while he’s training me. It’s not expressly forbidden in our contract for him to continue on with his normal activities. Fuck. I’m working my way into a serious case of mad when he grins and asks, “How did you like the vibrating egg?” and I finally realize the sub he’s talking about is me.
Fucking hell. Scratch mad, I’m actually just nuts.
“I…um…” Apart from the fact that my brain is still going off on a tangent, I seem to be having great difficulty putting into words my feelings about one little vibrating toy. “It was…um…different.”
“Different, how?” he asks, obviously aware of my delaying tactics. Damn. My brain can work so fucking fast when it’s leading me into a panic attack, but suddenly my thoughts are like molasses.
“I suppose different as in…not really pleasurable, but not painful either. It was sort of irritating, but in a way that made me want more.”
“Did you touch yourself?” he asks with a smile. I suppose technically our contract hadn’t come into force until I stepped into this apartment, but it hadn’t actually occurred to me at the time. I’d been desperate to orgasm, but because Doug hadn’t been there to tell me what to do I hadn’t done it.
“No, because you weren’t…I mean I didn’t…You’re the only one allowed—”
I cut myself off as I suddenly realize the very big fall I could be heading toward. If my ability to orgasm is directly related to my Dom, what happens when he isn’t my Dom anymore? That great big ball of dread starts to sit in my stomach again. I’m shaking violently as panic builds inside me. I’m not even able to control my breathing. My immediate reaction is there, hanging out in the open, my ability to control myself in front of this man all but destroyed.
A hard grip on my chin brings my gaze up to his. “Where are you, little sub?” he asks evenly.
I shake my head as tears fill my eyes. How can I possibly explain my dependence on this man? Do I even want to? I’ve never let myself be so vulnerable in my life.
He pushes his chair away from the table, grabs my wrist, and hauls me facedown over his knee. I’m already feeling calmer with just the promise of a spanking. He rubs over the still-raw-feeling welts of the paddle he used earlier, but this is a far gentler caress than what I’d been expecting. He continues to move his hands over my ass and thighs, his thick fingers grazing my pussy lips over and over. Slowly, even without pain, I start to come down from the near hysteria. I tuck my face into his calf muscle and try to hide how embarrassed I feel about my reaction.
But he just holds me, gently caressing my skin, his thick fingers finally pushing into my pussy, giving me something else to think about, something else to focus on. Soon my arousal overwhelms all other thoughts, my need for orgasm once again rising. He adds another finger, still finger-fucking me slowly, almost absently, but I can feel his hard cock pressed against my hip so I know he’s aroused with me, by me.
I sigh, feeling a warm rush of contentment that comes just from sharing this quiet moment with him.
“Are you okay, little sub?” he asks in a whisper as he finally sits me up on his lap and pushes the
“A bit of work.” He’s a very successful defense lawyer, so I suppose even when he’s on vacation there’s going to be stuff needing his attention. “Grabbed some groceries, did some toy shopping, teased a sub until she was good and mad.”
My breath jams in my lungs. Teased a sub? It hadn’t even occurred to me that he probably plans to continue playing with the subs at the BDSM club while he’s training me. It’s not expressly forbidden in our contract for him to continue on with his normal activities. Fuck. I’m working my way into a serious case of mad when he grins and asks, “How did you like the vibrating egg?” and I finally realize the sub he’s talking about is me.
Fucking hell. Scratch mad, I’m actually just nuts.
“I…um…” Apart from the fact that my brain is still going off on a tangent, I seem to be having great difficulty putting into words my feelings about one little vibrating toy. “It was…um…different.”
“Different, how?” he asks, obviously aware of my delaying tactics. Damn. My brain can work so fucking fast when it’s leading me into a panic attack, but suddenly my thoughts are like molasses.
“I suppose different as in…not really pleasurable, but not painful either. It was sort of irritating, but in a way that made me want more.”
“Did you touch yourself?” he asks with a smile. I suppose technically our contract hadn’t come into force until I stepped into this apartment, but it hadn’t actually occurred to me at the time. I’d been desperate to orgasm, but because Doug hadn’t been there to tell me what to do I hadn’t done it.
“No, because you weren’t…I mean I didn’t…You’re the only one allowed—”
I cut myself off as I suddenly realize the very big fall I could be heading toward. If my ability to orgasm is directly related to my Dom, what happens when he isn’t my Dom anymore? That great big ball of dread starts to sit in my stomach again. I’m shaking violently as panic builds inside me. I’m not even able to control my breathing. My immediate reaction is there, hanging out in the open, my ability to control myself in front of this man all but destroyed.
A hard grip on my chin brings my gaze up to his. “Where are you, little sub?” he asks evenly.
I shake my head as tears fill my eyes. How can I possibly explain my dependence on this man? Do I even want to? I’ve never let myself be so vulnerable in my life.
He pushes his chair away from the table, grabs my wrist, and hauls me facedown over his knee. I’m already feeling calmer with just the promise of a spanking. He rubs over the still-raw-feeling welts of the paddle he used earlier, but this is a far gentler caress than what I’d been expecting. He continues to move his hands over my ass and thighs, his thick fingers grazing my pussy lips over and over. Slowly, even without pain, I start to come down from the near hysteria. I tuck my face into his calf muscle and try to hide how embarrassed I feel about my reaction.
But he just holds me, gently caressing my skin, his thick fingers finally pushing into my pussy, giving me something else to think about, something else to focus on. Soon my arousal overwhelms all other thoughts, my need for orgasm once again rising. He adds another finger, still finger-fucking me slowly, almost absently, but I can feel his hard cock pressed against my hip so I know he’s aroused with me, by me.
I sigh, feeling a warm rush of contentment that comes just from sharing this quiet moment with him.
“Are you okay, little sub?” he asks in a whisper as he finally sits me up on his lap and pushes the
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