Accidental Slave (26 page)

He was watching her with eyes as black as the bottom of a lake. “Put your hands behind your head and bend your knees, feet flat on the bed. Spread your thighs as far apart as you can so I can see your cunt and your ass. It’s time for that inspection I promised you. I’m going to make sure you’re properly groomed.”

To her extreme dismay, she now saw he was holding a large magnifying glass. Surely he didn’t intend to use it on her? Though she was reasonably comfortable with being naked, she’d never permitted a man to examine her pussy and certainly not her asshole, in such a clinical fashion. She was nearly faint with apprehension. “But you said…”

“Don’t worry about what I said. You do as you’re told. I’m pleased I found you in the position I told you to be in. That was good. Now I’ve given you a new direction. The proper response is, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and then you do as you’re told. You don’t question me or remind me I said something else. You obey. Got it?”

She’d already defied him twice in the few hours since she’d arrived. Somehow she sensed that three times would mean she was out. Closing her eyes, trying to ignore the heat surging over her cheeks and along her throat, she assumed the position.

~*~

Cole watched from the doorway, trying not to smile. She looked so pitiful, her expression pleading, that he very nearly relented, but he knew to do so would do her a disservice. She had said repeatedly she really wanted this training and he was damned if he’d do any less than his very best to give it to her.

Not to mention it was fun and, yes, even thrilling. He’d nearly come just from looking at her bound against the spanking horse, her shapely ass thrust out at him, her legs spread wide, that hot little cunt peeking between her legs, beckoning him like a dripping honeycomb to a bee.

Each shiver, startled cry and moan was like a direct caress to his rigid cock. He’d given her a thorough spanking, watching her soft, fair skin turn from white to pink to heated red. And though she wriggled and yelped when he smacked her pussy, at the same time she was sopping wet and moans of passion were intermingled with her cries.

She’d orgasmed within minutes of his entering her slick passage, which gripped and held him like a satin-lined glove. Though of course he’d had to call her to task for coming without permission, in fact her raw, intense climax had driven him over the edge himself. Each of her responses so far had been heartfelt and genuine. He was convinced she had the potential to be a true sub, just waiting like a budding flower to come into her own.

He had been disappointed when she outright refused to talk about her experience, especially because it was clear to him she needed to process what she was feeling. But he would be patient.

After all, it was only the first day.

Now he advanced into the room, noting her reddening cheeks and her eyes squeezed tightly shut as if she were expecting a blow or a slap in the face. He sat beside her and stroked one soft breast. “Hey. Take it easy. This is a just a lesson. A lesson to help desensitize you from this modesty about your body. Remember, if you’re to become mine, truly mine, then your body must also belong to me. No reservations. No hesitation when I ask you to present or display yourself.

“The position you’re in now is called the present position. It’s one of four present positions you’ll learn to assume when I ask you to. These positions give me the best access to inspect your body and satisfy myself you’re properly groomed and cared for. When you’re fully trained, I’ll expect you to assume the requested position immediately, no matter what else you might be doing at the time.”

Her eyes remained shut but at least she wasn’t squeezing them tight any more. He stroked her cheek, moving a tendril of shiny, thick hair and tucking it behind her ear. He dropped his hand to her chest. He could feel her heart beating rapidly. To her credit, she’d kept her legs bent and spread wide during his mini-lecture. “Calm yourself. Deep, slow breaths. Yes. Another. Easy and slow. You want to do this for me—I know you do. You want to give yourself in a way you’ve never been able to with another man.”

For nearly a minute he stroked her cheek, her neck, her round, soft breasts, urging her to slow her breathing and calm herself. When he was satisfied, he said, “Open your eyes. Look at me.” She obeyed and even managed a small smile. He smiled back and kissed her cheek.

“Good girl. Now keep your legs spread. I’m going to examine your cunt and your ass. Don’t move, no matter what I do.” She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut again. He let it pass, secretly finding her shyness adorable.

Crouching between her legs, he lifted the powerful magnifying glass and focused on the delicate petals of her sex. The inner labia folded over at the top, like iris blossoms. They were dark pink, tinged with purple. He moved the glass and inhaled the sensuous, alluring aroma, resisting a desire to lick along the folds.

Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, he repositioned the magnifying glass and scrutinized her pudendum for any errant hair or stubble. To her credit, she’d done an excellent job of grooming. Her skin was soft and smooth. He ran his fingers lightly over her mons and outer labia. She shivered sensuously at his touch, a soft moan issuing from her lips.

Glancing at her face, noting her eyes were still closed, he permitted himself a smile.

However embarrassed she was, she was also aroused. Just another indication of her submissive state of mind—where erotic humiliation at once embarrassed and aroused. Using the tip of one finger, he circled her entrance and gently dipped into it. Tight, wet muscle gripped his finger and again she moaned.

He withdrew the finger, licked it and touched the tiny puckered entrance between her ass cheeks. She flinched, though she kept her position. He circled the tight asterisk with his wet finger and then carefully pushed it inside. Elizabeth jerked and gave a small gasp.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before, Elizabeth?”

“Yes. I didn’t like it. It hurt.”

“You’ll learn to like it. In fact, you’ll learn to love it. Not only the submissive aspect of it, which is essential as part of your training—you will withhold nothing of yourself from me, not even this most intimate orifice.” To make his point, he pushed his finger in deeper. Elizabeth shifted but didn’t resist. “But from a purely pleasurable standpoint, you’ll learn to relax sufficiently so not only will it not hurt, but you’ll come to crave it as much as when I fuck your cunt.”

She shook her head, her eyes still closed. He let her silent doubt remain unchallenged.

Withdrawing his finger, he moved back, sitting cross-legged in front of her.

“Now I want to see you touch yourself. Show me how you masturbate when you’re alone.

And open your eyes. I want you to look directly at me while you do it. And remember—don’t you dare come without permission.”

Elizabeth’s eyes flipped open, the color rising in her cheeks. “Oh, Cole… Really, I—”

“Elizabeth.” He cut her off. “Do you want to learn and explore with me? If you do, if you’re really sincere about this, you have to stop this disobedience. I know you’re embarrassed. That’s the point of this particular exercise. You’re being corrected for coming without permission. But beyond that, you need to learn to give yourself to me in every respect. You say you want it, but when I ask you to do anything that’s the slightest bit uncomfortable for you, you balk. That isn’t submission. Now you decide, once and for all, that you’re in this for real, or you close those lovely legs, get dressed and we’ll accept this isn’t for you. I’m not kidding around. Make your choice.”

She didn’t respond. If she refused to obey, he was going to end it then and there. Not the relationship—he couldn’t bear to do that. He wanted this lovely, special woman in his life on whatever terms she would have him. But he would stop the training. He wasn’t going to bully her into something she wasn’t ready for. Though he was certain she had the potential and desire to submit, if she couldn’t find the courage to move through things that were difficult, he had no intention of cajoling and begging her each step of the way. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

He waited a beat, then another. Finally she answered in a low, sultry voice that went straight to his cock. “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded, keeping his face impassive, though relief flooded through him like a river overflowing its banks. Only then did he allow himself to admit how desperately he wanted this D/s relationship.

Her eyes wide but focused squarely on his, she licked her fingers, her pink tongue running seductively over them. She dropped her wet fingers to her pussy and moved them in a slow swirling motion over her spread labia.

It wasn’t long before she began to breathe harder, her eyelids fluttering as she rubbed herself faster. His eyes flickered from her face to her sex, watching with aroused fascination when she slipped two fingers into herself and let her head fall back, her eyes closing, lips parting. Her hand was moving rapidly, alternating between finger-fucking herself and rubbing her clit. She was breathing rapidly, a telltale flush spreading over her chest and neck.

“Please,” she said throatily, “may I come?”

Now for the real test of her willingness to submit.

“No.”

It took a second to register. Then the fevered rush of her fingers stilled and she opened her eyes. “Please, I need to come,” she begged.

“I heard you the first time. And I said no. Drop your hand, stretch your legs out flat on the bed and put your hands back behind your head.”

Defiance flickered in her eyes. One, two, three seconds passed. She took her hand from her pussy and assumed the position, if reluctantly. He moved so he was sitting next to her on the bed.

He put his fingers lightly around her throat, savoring the feeling of power as she closed her eyes and shuddered involuntarily.

“My body, my orgasm, remember? You’ll come when I say, never before. And if I say no, that’s the end of it. You need to work on obeying my commands the second they are given. You don’t wait and think it over. You obey. Period. That will come with time. Why didn’t I let you come? Because this was a correction, not a chance to get yourself off.” He tightened his grip for emphasis, pleased she maintained her position. He let go of her throat and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“You did good, Elizabeth. I’m proud of you. Let’s take a little break. How about some lunch? Then after, if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come again. Or maybe not. Just remember, it’s up to me.”

~*~

Elizabeth’s pussy was still gently throbbing, but she managed to regain her control over lunch. He permitted her to wear a light sundress during the meal, though he’d had her lift the hem so her bare bottom touched the seat, which served to keep her achingly aware of her sex.

She was annoyed at having been denied her orgasm, but at the same time curiously aroused by his refusal.

Yes, she was the one who agreed to obey—it was a voluntary relinquishing of her right to touch and use her own body as she wished—but that didn’t make his control any less real or powerful. If anything, it made it that much more complete—the knowledge that she was giving herself freely to him.

She knew she’d come a hair’s breadth of blowing it. She didn’t mean to continually thwart him—it was reflexive more than anything. She tried to explain this as they ate sandwiches and strawberries in his large kitchen.

“I understand that,” he replied. “Submission isn’t easy. It’s hard to push past your inhibitions and a lifetime of learned behaviors. It takes time and conscious effort to break out of old patterns. You’re a strong, independent woman, used to defining yourself in those terms and no others. You’re used to being in control in all aspects of your life, without considering the heavy toll it can sometimes take.”

“It’s true. That’s what I don’t get right now. Why does this stuff turn me on so much? I felt, I know this sounds really weird, but when I was bound to the spanking horse, even though the spanking hurt and I felt helpless and even a little frightened, I also felt, I don’t know—liberated is the word that keeps coming into my head. Especially afterwards. It was like something that’s always kept tightly wound inside me somehow loosened. Does this even make any sense?”

“Absolutely. And, while I know the experience was a very intense one for you, it’s not unique. Bondage is a form of losing control. Normally, people seek control. They want power, they want to know what’s going to happen to them, they want freedom, they want to have choices and options, and so forth. People want to make up their own minds and run their own lives. The quest for control is one of the most universal psychological principles. A big part of the self is devoted to gaining and keeping control.

“But when you submit in an erotic sense, you give up, in time even erase, this aspect of the self. You submit to being tied up and blindfolded, for example. You’re told what to do and what not to do. You’re forced to be passive, and that blots out a major part of the self. It might seem like a contradiction, but this very giving up of self can be incredibly freeing. For the first time in your life, you can really, totally let go.”

“
Yes
,” Elizabeth cried. “That’s
it
. You just gave words to exactly what I was feeling in the playroom. I was so focused on what was happening, everything else fell away. That never happens to me. A part of my mind is always going overtime—thinking about deadlines and bills or who owes me what on a campaign. I can never shut myself down. In fact, more than one boyfriend has complained of exactly that. That I’m never really
there
all the way. I withhold a part of myself. I can’t help it.”

“Ah, but you did help it, didn’t you? Already on your first day of training you were able to let go to that degree, to be completely focused in the moment.”

“Yes, and it was incredible.” She took a bite of her sandwich and pondered while she chewed, trying to organize her thoughts. “Then there was the pain,” she said aloud. “How can someone like pain? I mean, the sensation itself is unpleasant—it hurts. So why did I get off on it?