Initiation (Master Class Book 1) (12 page)

The storm raged, as intense outside as it was in her.

“And first…” He pulled a small package from his pocket.
Lube.

“You knew this was going to happen, Sir?”

“Jennifer, I think about you all the time. I’m planning the next scene when we’re in this one.”

“You think about it ahead of time?”

“There’s a script in my head.”

She frowned, but he nodded and said, “Always.”

“Now put your forehead on the cushion, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me.”

“My pussy isn’t sore.” She hoped he’d select that option.

“Good to know.”

She could safe word, but she was more uncomfortable with the idea than anything else. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but being here, in the dining room with their reflections stark in the plate glass window, seemed lewd.

He tore open the package, seemingly content that she would comply. Which she did.

Swallowing her trepidation, she bent, rested her head on the cushion then reached back to part her buttocks.

“You can skip the embarrassment,” he assured her. “That has no place between us.”

“I wish it were that easy.”

“It is. Or it can be, if you stop worrying and start experiencing.”

She closed her eyes and tried to be as easy with it as he wanted.

“On your tiptoes.”

Before she was settled, his finger pressed against her anal whorl.

She gasped and moved her hands. Because he was generally so gentle, she’d expected him to tease her pussy instead of going straight for her ass.

He smacked her right ass five times, hard, in quick succession.

“Damn it!”

“Do as you’re told, sub. We can do this easy and nice or I can blindfold, clamp, spank and fuck you now.”

She fought her own fear and shyness as she struggled back into position.

“Two fingers,” he said.

“I was afraid of that.”

“Three if you throw another tantrum.”

The sting on her skin and the undeniable heat in her pussy convinced her to press her lips together.

Last night had been easy compared to this.

She could feel that he’d placed his forefinger on top of his middle finger. Inexorably he moved into her tight hole.

“Breathe and bear down.”

“I don’t like this.”

“Would you like a gag better?”

“No, Sir!”

“Stop fighting. Open up.”

She felt the unusual, unwelcome pressure against her sphincter.

He reached beneath her to tweak a nipple.

The shock made her gasp, and when she released it, she inadvertently relaxed, allowing his lube-slickened fingers to penetrate deeper.

She tried to pull away, but he cupped the back of her head with his palm, holding her firmly, reassuringly.

“Stay still.”

For at least thirty seconds, he didn’t move. She became accustomed to the full sensation. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t unbearable.

“Good. Good.”

She could subsist on his approval alone.

With his fingers, he began to fuck her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut, in a ridiculous, stupid hope that it would help keep the embarrassment away.

“Relax, my little subbie. I’ve got you.”

He was right about that, she thought wryly. With the position she was in and the way he held her, she wasn’t going anywhere.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath. Maybe it wasn’t as horrible as she’d imagined it would be.

“Give yourself over to me. There are more nerve endings here than any other place in your body. It can actually be pleasurable.”

“Not sure I believe that, Sir.”

“No?”

Every word he said was soft, reassuring, not demanding.

“Think about the way it feels,” he said. “Not about what’s happening. Focus on the fact I want to do this. This is strictly for my pleasure, and it’s not about humiliating you. Can you do that? For us?”

She took a shuddering breath. “I’ll try.”

“I’m going to let go of your head, but I want you to stay exactly where you are, as if I’m still holding you.”

As much as possible, she nodded. “I understand.”

He moved his free hand to her pussy and slid the pad of his thumb across her swollen—and shockingly damp—clit. “Let go. And stop thinking,” he reminded her.

She forced the tension from her muscles.

“Much better.” He moved his fingers in and out, spreading her, filling her.

The sensation stunned her. Combined with the pressure between her folds, she was lost. Without conscious thought, she rolled up onto the balls of her feet, changing the angle, giving him greater access.

“Sensational,” he approved. “Fantastic.”

He continued to thrust, manipulate, tease. Unbelievably, an orgasm began to unfurl deep inside her, the pressure unlike anything she’d ever experienced. “God. Logan… Master… Sir…” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was saying, all she knew was that she wanted the climax that loomed just seconds in her future.

“Are you going to come from me fucking your tight ass with my hand?”

“Yes! Yes, yes,
yes!”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Harder.”

“Anything.”

He gave it to her, relentlessly. She spread her ass cheeks even farther and ground her heated cunt against his hand.

“You couldn’t be sexier.”

“Sir.”

He quickened his motion on her pussy. “Take it.”

Screaming, crashing, shaking, she orgasmed. “Damn.” Blood rushed between her ears, and every muscle seemed frozen even though her legs felt weak.
“Damn.”

Slowly he moved his hands. Her knees buckled.

“Stay there,” he said.

She heard his footsteps fade then the sound of water running. Within a minute, he was back with a warm, damp washcloth.

As he cared for her, she shook her head. After this, there would definitely be no embarrassment between them.

When he was finished, he helped her to stand and face him.

“Now you’re properly prepared for tonight.”

“There’s more?”

“I promised you that your ass is mine tonight. I always keep my promises. My cock is going up there, balls deep.”

She flushed scarlet, even though she no longer thought that was possible.

He wrapped her in the blanket she’d used earlier and told her to have a seat while he put away the leftovers and loaded their plates in the dishwasher.

A fire blazing, a sexy man thoroughly dominating and caring for her. “I really could get used to this.” She took a sip of her wine and looked at the raging storm.

“You will,” he agreed.

She glanced over her shoulder at him and watched as he walked toward her carrying his unfinished beer.

“You’re able to sit,” he mused.

“Not comfortably.”

“Good. Otherwise I’d be afraid I wasn’t doing my job properly.”

Involuntarily she tightened her ass cheeks. How did he arouse her so completely and keep her there?

And it was beyond hot that she actually was sore.

He settled in next to her then pulled her against him.

She snuggled into his chest, drank from his warmth and pure masculine strength, enjoyed his company.

He turned the television on, and they laughed over an old James Bond movie villain.

When the credits began to roll, he muted the sound.

She scooted away from him and turned to face him. “I’m curious. Were you serious about needing a CPA?”

“Yeah. Someone I can trust. You interested?”

“I might be. Yes. But I meant it when I said I’m expensive.”

“I only ever want the best.”

And the rest…? She couldn’t believe that this was turning out to be so much more than she’d expected. Amazing sex. A potential client. “What about the trying a relationship part?”

His eyebrows settled into a firm, implacable line, and his jaw was tight. Something dark, just this side of anger, haunted his eyes. “I don’t joke, Jennifer.”

“I need my space. I have a house to remodel, tax season is approaching, and I want to pursue starting my own firm.”

“And at times you’ll do it all with a plug up your ass.”

She shivered as she looked at him. Logan Powell was so freaking sexy and dominant that he stole her breath.

“And watching you use an air sprayer while you’re naked will be hot as hell.”

“Now you’re joking.” She regarded him.

“Am I? You said no coveralls, so nude is the next best thing.”

* * * *

After the sky had darkened completely and the snow no longer drove against the windows as relentlessly, they ate a few leftovers, and Jennifer devoured one of the cupcakes.

“You can take a dozen of them home.”

“You think they’ll last that long?” she asked, using her finger to swipe some remaining frosting from the ruffled paper cup.

He watched as she licked it from her finger.

“What?” She blinked a few times, pretending innocence.

“I think you know.”

“I was hoping so.”

“Move it,” he said.

Logan retrieved his bag then indicated they should head down the stairs to the basement.

This time, Jennifer had left embarrassment behind when she’d shrugged off the blanket and placed it on the back of the couch.

“Confidence looks sexy on you,” he told her when she sank to her knees near the bench.

“Thank you, Sir.” Remembering the way another sub had behaved at the last play party, she put her hands behind her neck.

“Very nice.”

Jennifer was stunned by how far she’d come, how quickly. A few scenes, where he’d demolished her inhibitions, had seemingly freed her.

He pulled out the blindfold, the clamps and a paddle. The sight of the implements in his big hands made her wet.

“The cross,” he said. “Facing it.”

Without hesitation, but not as much grace as she wished she had, she rose and got into position.

After he’d secured the cuffs, she tested her bonds. She’d managed to pull free of the ones Master Simon had used. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she took comfort from these. She could move, tug, yank, but she was safe and secure.

“They’re mine,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “And you are, too.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words rolled so easily, naturally.

He moved in front of her, and she saw he held the blindfold.

“For this scene, I don’t want you to know what’s coming.”

That took more trust. She gave it.

“You amaze me. Delight me.”

“Same for me, Master Logan.”

“I love the way it sounds on your lips.” His touch was gentle but firm as he covered her eyes and ensured the elastic band was placed properly.

Next he set the clamps. She gasped at the shocking bite of pain. Her nipples were still tender.

“When you’re at work on Monday, you’ll be thinking of me.”

She would have been, whether or not they scened this evening.

He turned on some music. The bass thundered, reverberating through her, drowning the sounds of their breathing and making it impossible for her to know where he was in the room.

Sensory deprivation and overload rolled together, leaving her mindless.

He touched her pussy, and she screamed from the shock. But before she could try to draw her legs together, he moved.

She sagged against her bonds.

“Five.”

“Sir?”

He rubbed the backs of her thighs, then vigorously massaged her ass cheeks. She knew he did it so she wouldn’t bruise.

Then he stunned her with the paddle on the back of her leg, directly above her right knee. This was nothing like what she’d experienced with Master Simon. Though it was a dull pain compared to the flogger, it went deep, completing her. It was everything she’d fantasized about after she’d seen the BDSM movie.

He landed another on the opposite leg.

She exhaled, forcing away the pain.

Masterfully, he played with her pussy, inserting a finger, driving her to the edge.

Then…nothing.

He pulled away his hand.

All she knew was thunderous music, darkness and the kind of arousal that she’d never before experienced.

With the edge of the paddle, he tapped her nipple hard before squeezing it and releasing one of the clamps. She squealed.

“Nice?” he asked her.

She pursed her lips.
Nice?
Awful. Debilitating.
Wonderful.

He landed another.

Was that three? Did him hitting the nipple clamp count as one of the five strokes?

The unclamped breast ached, but the other burned from the metal’s grip. The backs of her legs stung, and her pussy throbbed.

She’d never experienced anything so commandingly powerful. She wanted more. “Yes.”

He released the other clamp, then as blood surged back in, he put it back in place. She screamed. Then she became aware that the sound of her pain mixed with his diabolical chuckle in an erotic sensation that filled her senses.

The weight of the dangling chain and clamp made her eyes tear.

The next two strokes landed on her buttocks, square, but not as painful because of the amount of flesh he covered.

But did she have one more coming? Or were they done?

She waited, unsure whether to be on guard or to relax completely and wait for him to release her bonds.

Long seconds hung, then passed.

Sure it was over, she exhaled and allowed her head to loll to one side, ready for the nasty clover to be removed.

He caught her then with a shocking stripe, beneath her buttocks, lifting her heels from the floor.

It stunned and thrilled.

He shoved three fingers deep inside her pussy, and she orgasmed.

She was hardly aware of him unfastening the cuffs, and she kept her eyes closed for a while after he removed the blindfold. With his reassuring strength, he guided her toward the bench then pulled her into his lap and held her close.

“I still need to remove the other clamp.”

She nodded.

He took it off, then he toyed with her nipple until she sagged against his chest.

“How was it?”

“Unbelievable.” She breathed in his scent. It seemed the more experience she gained, the more she blossomed. The hesitant woman who’d walked down into the basement yesterday bore little resemblance to the sub she was becoming.