TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy (7 page)

At one point, she wondered why she’d even come. Why had Armando bothered to invite her? She was having a nice time in theory, but she could have a nice time by herself or with her own friends. She could have stayed home with Aziza and watched
Frozen
for the four-hundredth time.

Part of the allure of all of this, of her coming clean to Armando about wanting to know more about the lifestyle, was feeling owned and possessed. He seemed to understand that. The first night they spent together she thought they were on the same page, but now Nailah had no idea what he was doing. She wasn’t sure he did either.

Eventually, he made his way back over to her. He must have noticed that Grant and Violet were starting to have a hard time catering to their third wheel. Violet was on Grant’s lap and Nailah was pretty sure Violet didn’t have any underwear on from the way she was squirming.

Nailah almost broke Armando’s hand when he placed it on her shoulder.

“How’s it going?” he asked, with a bright smile. “You having a good time?”

She stood and smoothed down the hem of her dress. “I’m ready to go.”

“Oh. Yeah? Okay.”

“I can catch a cab if you’re not ready.”

“No, it’s cool. Let’s take off.”

“We’re going too.” Grant stood and oh-so coolly zipped up his fly while Violet pulled down her skirt in the back. Nailah rolled her eyes.

The four of them said a quick goodbye to Daniel and the young man he’d paddled, then Master Philip and Mistress Evelyn. Evelyn told Nailah to reach out to her anytime with any questions. Nailah would appreciate the gesture when she wasn’t so busy wanting to separate Armando’s testicles from his body. There was another goodbye with Grant and Violet in the alley. Nailah didn’t shake either of their hands. And she almost socked Armando when he agreed to Grant’s idea that they double. On what fucking planet would she be seeing Armando again? Finally, they climbed into his pickup truck. As soon as they got back to his place, she was grabbing her car and she was going home.

He must have disagreed with the silent treatment she was giving him, because after a few short minutes of driving, Armando pulled over somewhere in Koreatown. Smart. Very smart, because she was ditching his ass the first real chance she got.

He sighed as he leaned back against the seat, “Let’s talk about this. What’s wrong?”

Nailah looked straight ahead, but she answered. “I just don’t get why you’re half-assing this.”

“I’m half-assing this?” His display of shock was almost insulting. He really thought he’d knocked this whole evening out of the park.

“Yeah. You give me all this homework. Stuff I hope you’ve read too, because it would be pretty silly if you haven’t. All this reading gives me a certain impression of what’s supposed to happen. What I’m supposed to do. What I’m supposed to expect from you, but it’s like you only do part of it.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. The spanking and the fucking you’ve got down, but the dominating and the possessing? I’m waiting for you to show up. Three dudes tried to talk to me tonight. Is that what you wanted?”

“I wanted you to have a good time. I want you to meet people. I’m not the only Dom on the planet and I don’t own you.”

“Yeah. Well, that much is clear.”

“Oh. Okay. I see.”

Nailah could have sworn she heard his jaw crack. Finally, she looked at him. “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it. I know you want to. It’s right on the tip of your tongue. You’ve got something for me when we get back up your place? You’re gonna show me a thing or two about how real you can be?”

Armando stared at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing. She didn’t care if she pissed him off. He set the bar of expectations so fucking high, but then he seemed to pull the plug or change lanes at the worst possible moment.

She could go on sleeping with him, no problem, but why would he go to all this trouble if he wanted to take things slow, giving her the walking tour that included stopovers at Dominants that didn’t interest at her all? He hadn’t even been her guide for the evening. He left that to Grant and Violet. What was the point of them going into this together if he wanted to give her an opportunity to do all this exploration with someone else?

“I’m not saying you have to up and collar me or whatever, but for the time being I want you, okay? So don’t take me somewhere and leave me with your friends. And don’t leave me for other men to try and pick me up. I can do that all on my own.”

He faced forward this time. Nailah watched the lights turn from red to green on the bottom half of his face. His goatee almost glowed. “Yeah,” he eventually said. “I hear you.”

She turned back around and faced the window. “I just want you.” Her voice was a little quieter this time, but she knew he’d heard her.

✶

Armando finally understood the allure of hate-fucking. He’d taken Nailah to one of the most exclusive bondage clubs in the city. He’d introduced her to one of the most experienced, most skilled Dominant couples in the country in Philip and Evelyn.

She’d been waited on and entertained by players that he had grown to love and admire, and here she was sulking like he’d taken her to some third rate hipster dive bar that made her check all her designer labels at the door. He wanted to make her see exactly what he was trying to expose her to—the larger picture, the variety of the community. It was more than the walls of his condo. He wanted to take her home and bang her silly until she stopped being so pissed off at him.

Still, he understood why Nailah was upset. She felt ditched at the party and that had never been his intention. He genuinely thought it would be a good idea for her to get a sense of the scene without him hovering over her shoulder. That wasn’t what she wanted. She’d made that nice and clear, but Christ, she knew how to hit below the belt. She basically told him he was failing as a teacher, that he was failing as Dom.

He couldn’t stand for that. She may have been mocking him, but he was going to show her a thing or two, way more than she’d bargained for, the second they set foot in his house.

Nailah was quiet for the rest of the ride to his place, but when he parked his truck she let him open the door for her and she didn’t give him any shit when he reached for her overnight bag. She was silent all the way up the stairs. He pulled out his keys, then he turned to her. It was time to fix this.

“Once I open this door you have five minutes to say whatever you need to say, and after that all I want to hear out if your mouth is yes sir, no sir, please sir and thank you, sir. That’s all I want to hear until we are through. Are we understood?”

She wouldn’t look at him. She seemed unusually calm. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Armando opened the door and let Nailah walk inside.

“Now do you have anything else you want to say? Anything you want to get out of the way for the rest of the night? Need to make a phone call, send a text?”

Nailah checked her nails like she could not be more bored, then looked him square in the eyes.

“I just want you to stop bullshitting. I’m good with the phone calls.”

“Sounds wonderful.” He held up her overnight bag, some leather Prada whosy-what that probably cost more than his truck. “You have your lady stuff in here? Lotion, toothbrush and crap?”

“Yes, it’s filled with lady crap, like a toothbrush just for ladies.”

“Great. Here.” He shoved the bag back in her direction. She took it from him with no argument. “Go do whatever you need to do to freshen up. There are towels and washcloths right in the bathroom. Then come back out here. No clothes, no shoes. Those heels look great, but you almost spiked me in the nuts last time.” He ignored the hint of a smile that tried to peek from her mouth. “Any questions?”

“No, Sir.” She started walking away.

“Where are you going?”

Nailah looked at him over her shoulder. “To change.”

“Don’t remember dismissing you.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She retraced the three or four steps then stood facing him. “Was there anything else, Sir?”

Armando leaned down and whispered in her ear. “When you come back, I want that pussy dripping wet. Am I understood?” When he slid his hand along her neck and up under her hair, Armando felt her shiver. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Am I?”

Nailah turned her head so their lips just barely touched. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Go ahead.”

Eight minutes later, when Nailah came back, completely naked, Armando was already busy catching up with email on his laptop. Maria’s birthday was coming up and he had to find her a gift.

Nailah stood somewhat patiently in front of him.

“Come kneel right here.” She sank to her knees between his feet. Armando put his laptop aside, then grabbed the collar he’d fished out of the chest in his closet. She followed his cues and let him fasten the thick strap of leather around her neck.

It’s only temporary
, he told himself. This is only for tonight. She’s not yours. She is not yours.

He closed the buckle then lifted her chin with the edge of his knuckle. “Is it too tight? Too loose?”

“No, Sir. It feels fine.”

“Good. Now, what did you learn about submissive poses, about posture?”

“I know some of the positions have names and there are different poses for different purposes, like service and punishment. But I didn’t memorize them. Sir.”

“That’s fine. I’m glad you’ve got the gist.” He lightly drew his finger down her cheek. Her eyes slid closed.

Only for tonight, he told himself again. He kept touching her face, lightly stroking her cheek and drawing his thumbs across her lips. She’d taken off all her make-up and still she looked beautiful.

“I want you to present yourself to me. Right here on the floor. Show me if you can and then we’ll make adjustments.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said clearly.

She started to move and he already saw that even though she had the right idea, he wanted her a different way.

“Uh-huh. Forward, like that. Legs spread, ass up. I want to see your pussy. You have to show me how wet it is. Good. Good girl. Rest your head on your hands. Yes, just like that. Thank you. Now stay.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, nearly whimpering just loud enough for him to hear.

Then he grabbed his laptop and went back to his online shopping. He listened closely to Nailah’s breathing. There were a few stutters and gasps, but soon she took a deep breath and made herself relax. She dropped her lower back, keeping her ass in the air the way he’d instructed her to. It took the strain off her abs and shoulders.

He only made her wait a few minutes, ten or so, while he picked out an iPad and some accessories for his sister. Nailah was good, held as still as possible, but he could tell this was her first time doing something like this with her body. She was starting to get uncomfortable.

Armando closed his laptop, setting it aside, and then toed off his dress shoes, leaving him in a fancy pair of socks Maria had picked out for him. “You doing okay down there?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”

“Good. I like the view from here. I’m tempted to keep you there all night. What do you think about that?”

“I—” Nailah was brought up short by Armando’s silk-clad foot rubbing along her cunt. Not that he couldn’t tell from a few feet away, but the touch confirmed it. She was soaking wet.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. You’ll have to speak a little louder.” Armando suppressed his laughter as Nailah pushed back against his foot. She whimpered before she answered.

“I don’t think you would want that, Sir.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, Sir. I think you’d want to fuck me or spank me, eventually.”

“You don’t think I could do all that and then some with you just like that? Your ass is in the air, just primed for a paddling, and there are all sorts of ways for me to fuck you just the way you are.” His foot was moving the whole time and, shamelessly, Nailah kept rocking against him. He could have told her to hold still, but the rocking of her hips was giving him serious wood.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass one day. Would you like that?”

“I’ve never done it before, Sir.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Yes, Sir. I would like it. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Don’t move,” Armando said as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, Sir.” She barely got the words out.

Armando went to his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes. The top of his left sock was completely soaked. When he came back out to the living room, he set the condoms he’d grabbed down on the coffee table and then he leaned down right into Nailah’s field of vision.

He ran his hand down her back as he showed her the flogger he’d also grabbed. “Can we continue?”

She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I’m going to flog your ass with this. Nowhere else, just your ass, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Armando stood, rolling his shoulders. He paced a few feet away from Nailah’s prone body. He took several deep but quiet breaths, and then he walked back to his girl.

Armando didn’t stop with the flogger until her ass was bright red. He could have gone on a little longer. Nailah seemed to like the flogger more than his rough palms, but she’d been in that spread position long enough and there was something more that he wanted. Two more rough strokes, one on each cheek, and each strike met with the same moan and jerk she’d displayed since he’d finished warming her up.

He tossed the flogger onto the couch, and then sank to his knees between her feet. It took nothing for him to flip her over onto her back. She stared up at him, her face bright red, a few tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. He leaned over her and wiped her cheeks.

“Okay?”

“Mhmm.” Her voice came almost in a pant. “Yes, Sir.”

Armando kissed her long and hard to remind of her what he was feeling for her. To remind her that they were in this together. When he pulled away, he looked down at her gorgeous body. “Hold your ankles.”

She did as she as was told and then he started in on her pussy. Light, quick slaps at first, then harder and harder, smacking the delicate folds that covered her clit. She shook and cried out, biting the inside of her cheek to try and contain her pleas.