Sweet Discipline (7 page)

“I hate this,” she gasped through clenched teeth.

“Another set for speaking without permission.”

It seemed like hours later when he called a halt and ordered her to drink again. She paused at the fridge. She started to ask if he wanted one, then remembering that extra set of exercises, merely lifted one to him in invitation.

“No. Drink that, then shower. Come back in five minutes.”

“Five? I can’t do—”

“Four minutes.”

She ran for the bathroom. The hot water streaming over her head and body from the strategically placed showerheads felt good, so good, she was tempted to relax and take a leisurely shower. A massage. Scented oils, candles, quiet music. Ah…

She hopped out of the oversized shower, dried quickly, brushed her teeth again and returned to Adrian.

“You’re forty-five seconds late.”

Norris dropped to her knees in front of him. He made a small noise in the back of his throat that she hoped was approval.

“On the treadmill.”

When she was there, he commanded, “Walk, then run. Start slow.”

Oh, no. She hated to run, hated to feel her boobs bouncing up and down. She hesitated, giving him a pleading look.

“Run.”

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I won’t say it again.”

She moistened her lips, threw him a resentful glare and turned the machine on. One foot, the other, bounce, bounce, jiggle, jiggle.

“This is not good for the breasts,” she muttered. “I should be wearing a sports bra for this.”

He flicked a glance over her breasts. “You’ll survive. Pick up the pace for talking.”

She held on to the balance bars and picked up her pace, glaring at him for his callous remark. “It hurts.”

“Think of it as incentive. When you lose the weight, your breasts will firm up. You might not need a bra then.”

She grumbled, but fitfully, since breathing and talking at the same time was hard.

He watched her, checking her respiration and her endurance. He turned the machine up a notch. “Faster.”

Monster, sadist, lecher
! All these and more she called him silently, even as she panted and ran.

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He watched, a smile she couldn’t classify on his lips. For a moment she thought she saw approval, even assurance, but that couldn’t be. Damn him! He enjoyed making her suffer. And she’d promised to let him touch her sexually. She must have been out of her mind!

“Pick up your knees. Higher.”

She white-knuckled the bar, lifted her knees and ran, gasping now. Those pounds had better be dropping like flies because any moment now, she’d fall off the treadmill flat on her ass.

“Slow down.” She did as he instructed, slowing until she barely walked. “Stop.” He turned the machine off. “Drink.”

Oh, she was tired of those terse commands, rapped out in that heartless voice. She staggered to the water, took a long drink, then wiped the sweat from her face with her forearm.

“That’s it for now. Clean yourself and wait for me in your bedroom.”

Her eyes widened. She glanced at him, wondering what to expect. Did he expect her to have sex with him?
Now
?

He held her glance, then deliberately looked up at the rod and chain hanging from the ceiling, then back at her.

She fled.

When she came out of the bathroom, still toweling her hair dry, she found him sitting in the armchair facing the bed. He had all his clothes on, thank goodness. He looked comfortable and at ease, legs spread with one ankle resting on the other knee.

Behind him, the mirrors reflected the back of his dark head and the powerful set of his broad shoulders.

Again, she was aware of her nakedness. She didn’t feel sexy, but insignificant and powerless. She hated that, hated him.

“Come here.”

She lowered the towel, as if accidentally covering her body from his gaze, and took several steps closer to him. She saw herself in the mirror, flabby and jiggly, her skin pink from her hurried shower, her hair still dripping onto her shoulders, and quickly averted her eyes.

“Assume the position.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and waited for him to speak. When he did, her mouth dropped open, her chin lifted, she stared up at him. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. Beneath the sweatpants, his penis made an unmistakable bulge.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

She swallowed. Shook her head. Still, she couldn’t speak. Or look away.

He sighed. “All right, let’s start with something easier. When did you lose your virginity?”

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She moistened her lips. “I was seventeen. Later than most of the girls I knew.”

“Tell me.”

“All my friends were doing it. I felt left out.”

“Only the physical details.”

“He pulled my bathing suit off. First, the top. Then the bottom, and yanked me on top of him. He pinched my breasts and pushed in. He held me by the hips.” She found it easier to talk if she spoke to his athletic shoe. “It hurt.”

“Did you climax?”

She concentrated on the way he’d tied the laces. “I didn’t even know what it meant.”

“So you didn’t. Your first sexual experience was painful. Humiliating?”

Oh, God, yes. She’d worried for a week until she’d gotten her period. She’d avoided the boy at school, tried not to hear the gossip recounting his bragging or see the speculative looks turn scornful when he rated her a zero.

“Now tell me about the last time you had sex?”

“It wasn’t much good.” She’d rated that guy pretty damn low.

“Forget the commentary.”

“He came, I didn’t. I was dry, and it hurt.”

“Not much different than the first time.” She risked a glance upward to see him watching her with an unreadable expression.

“Now the best sex you’ve had.”

She paused, remembering the cruise and the steward who more than earned his tips from women traveling alone. When they didn’t find romance in the public salons, they settled for hot and heavy sex with the steward. Just as she had done. It hadn’t been very good at first, but the steward had persisted, making her come repeatedly. He’d earned a very, very large tip.

“I’m waiting.”

“I came a lot,” she said at last.

“That’s it?”

She nodded.

“I see we have a lot of work to do.”

If the result was looking like Kendra, sleek, sexy and sated, she’d do anything.

“Okay.”

He chuckled. “I wasn’t asking your permission.”

He had a pleasant sounding laugh, but she didn’t like the feeling it gave her. Like his voice, his laughter was rich and smooth but this time, instead of coaxing her into laughing with him, it made her feel self-conscious. Somehow less worthy. So what if she hadn’t slept around? She was entitled to be choosy. As she considered that, she had to 40

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admit that her inexperience wasn’t due to her selectivity, but a lack of willing partners.

Or lately, one in particular, Jack. But that could and would change. When she left
Sweet
Discipline
, she’d knock him off his feet. And flat on his back. In her bed.

“Do you masturbate?” he asked, repeating the question that had shocked her.

This time, she didn’t flinch. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hurting her feelings. “Sometimes.”

“How?”

What did he mean how? With her fingers and her trusty vibrator. What else was there?

“Show me.”

Her head snapped up.

“Spread your legs and show me how you make yourself come.”

“I can’t! Not with you watching me.”

“You can and you will.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“Do I have to remind you that you gave me your submission?”

She flinched. Then, slowly, her fingers trembling against her thigh, she reached between her legs and touched herself. She was a bit moist yet from her bath, and her labia separated easily. Tentatively, she stroked, finding the sweet spot that always worked for her. In moments, she felt more moisture gathering.

“Stop.”

She obeyed, but reluctantly. Why was he having her do this to herself if he was going to stop her just when it was getting good?

“Are you close?”

She nodded, suddenly dry-mouthed.

“Slow down. Make it last.”

She tried to obey, but lasted only a few more strokes. She came quickly with a small shudder.

“Is that the best you can do?”

What was wrong with it? She did as he’d said and made herself come. She looked at him.

“You’ve showed me that arousal isn’t a problem for you.”

True, she could turn herself on. She just couldn’t manage turning Jack on. Maybe that’s what Adrian had in mind. He could teach her how to arouse a man.

“Now you need to work on control.”

Whose control?

“Get up. Open that drawer.” He pointed to the lowest of the armoire drawers.

“Bring the bag here.”

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“What bag?” The armoire had contained only her spa outfits this morning. Who had put something in there since then?

She opened the drawer and sure enough, there was a travel bag, monogrammed with the spa’s logo. She picked it up. It was bulkier and heavier than it looked and she took it to him as instructed, then knelt at his feet again.

“Open it.”

She unzipped it, and reaching in, she pulled out a number of packages wrapped in the spa’s distinctive cream paper. All right! Goodies.

“Some clients may get these supplies later in their training, but with you, I am making an exception.” She glanced up, puzzled. “Open them.”

She pulled the heavy wrapping paper away from an oblong package. A set of dildos, in varying sizes, was nestled inside a clear plastic case.
What?
She’d been expecting toiletries, the spa’s signature lotions and creams. Why these dildos? Heat rushed to her cheeks as she studied them. The smallest was no bigger than her index finger, slender and straight. Another was longer, slightly curved. The third was longer, larger all around, with a bulbous tip. All three were wider at the base. She glanced up at him. “Why—”

“We will discuss their uses later. Open another one.”

Anticipation and a curious sense of dread trickled through her, making her skin feel hot and too tight. It felt so strange, sitting here at Adrian’s feet with these sex toys in her hand and her body so aware of his. She flicked a glance up at his face and saw his eyes intent on hers, an unreadable expression on his face. Yet, there was something deep in his eyes. Warmth? That was crazy. It was only her own flush that made her see heat in his gaze. Discuss, he’d said, but she was positive he meant to do more than talk. Her breath hitched in her throat. She hesitated, her hand poised over the open bag.

He prodded her with the tip of his shoe. Quickly, she reached in and brought out another package. Unwrapping it, she found a vibrator; similar to the one she had at home, made of soft, flexible rubber and shaped like a penis, complete with veining and a ridged head. She couldn’t stop the involuntary look at his crotch, wondering how the vibrator compared to the real thing.

He noted her look but said only, “Open the rest.”

Obeying him, she found a small black velvet box containing a set of silver balls connected by a red ribbon. She knew what they were but had never used them. Her breasts felt hot. Her internal muscles clenched as though the balls were already deep within her. She looked at him again, noted how his eyes shuttered his expression, but he couldn’t hide the way his tongue flicked over his lips, or the way his Adam’s apple moved in his throat. It excited her to know that he wasn’t immune to her increasing stimulation. She hadn’t thought of him as a sexual partner when she first met him.

Quite the opposite. His looks had intrigued her, but his severe, uncompromising attitude had nipped any attraction in the bud. Yet here she was, very much aware of him as a man. An increasingly sexy, attractive man.

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She put the Ben Wa balls aside and picked up the last package. Slowly, prolonging the moment, keeping an eye on his reactions, she peeled back the wrapping paper.

Inside, a double pronged vibrator lay nestled in plastic wrap. One of the prongs was shaped like a very large penis, the other, smaller one was thinner and slightly curved.

Was it really supposed to go into her pussy and her ass at the same time?

She raised a questioning look. He nodded, this time his heated gaze fixed on hers.

There was no doubt in her mind. He really meant to use all those dildos on her! She had trouble swallowing as she lowered her head, hiding her excitement and fear from him.

“These are for your pleasure. They are also teaching instruments.” He waited a moment, as if gauging her reaction. “I will allow you to choose one now. After that, I decide.”

Her hand hovered over the assortment, then holding on to the familiar, touched the penis-shaped vibrator.

He reached into a pocket, lifting his hips as he did in a gesture that seemed as though he was offering himself to her. Her eyes locked on the unmistakable bulge at his crotch. So he wasn’t immune to the sex toys! Was he going to use them to play with her? He pulled out a handful of batteries, selected two and gave them to her.

“Show me how you use that.”

In her nervousness, she inserted the batteries wrong, had to pull them out and try again. She turned the switch and the vibrator buzzed and oscillated in her hand. Taking a deep breath, she applied it to her clitoris. She shuddered and exhaled slowly. It felt so good! She’d come only minutes ago, but this was even better than her fingers.

“Stop.”

She couldn’t hold back a frustrated moan.

“Stretch out on the rug.”

She did, with her body angled away from him.

“So I can see.” He spoke not as a potential lover, but with clinical detachment.

Blushing, she changed position, lying in front of him, knees open and bent, exposing herself to him. When he nodded, she touched herself again with the vibrator.

Here, stroking herself along one side, then the other, from the bottom of her opening up to the little bud, hesitantly, ashamed to be turning herself on again in front of him.