The Master (14 page)

This time he didn’t have to tell her twice. She obeyed immediately. He let her play with herself while he observed Greene and his sub.

“Rub that needy clit as I work your body with my floggers,” he whispered. “At times it feels like a hundred fingers caressing you, almost a kiss. But when I swing it harder, you accept the sweet pain because you know only pleasure follows.”

Her voice was strained. “Please, Sir, let me come.”

“Not yet. Because whilst you’re still floating from the flogging, I’m going to ease the handle between your legs and make you fuck yourself with it.”

“Please, please, please,” she softly begged.

The silence of the room was broken by Greene commanding his sub to come and her cry of release. His cock grew distractingly hard at the erotic sound, but even so he didn’t miss Sasha’s spine stiffen, followed by an intense tremble.

Hell, no, she didn’t.

“Did you just come without permission, sub?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted and punishment deferred. And I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, because it’s the last one you’ll experience for quite some time.”

•   •   •

“I
’ve decided to change my plans for the evening,” Cole said. The demo was over and the few remaining people in the garage were talking amongst themselves as they waited for the next one. “We’re leaving.”

She knew he’d only changed plans because she came without permission.
Fuck.
It’d been too long since she’d had to hold back an orgasm, and listening to his wickedly delicious whispers while watching Master Greene and his sub had been too much.

He was quiet as they made their way to his car. Every so often, she’d look his way and try to gauge his mood. Was he angry? Disappointed? Neutral? He was too damn hard to read.

Silently, he opened the car door for her before getting in himself. They were halfway to Daniel’s before he said anything.

“Leaving early was not a punishment. I had planned to do something the next time we met, but I’ve decided to do it tonight instead.”

She continued to stare out the car window. He hadn’t
given
her permission to speak and he hadn’t asked her a direct question.

“When we get to the guesthouse, I want you to kneel and wait for me in the office.”

Instead of allowing panic a foothold, she did as he’d told her and ran through what she knew would happen: he would give her a week’s notice before he punished her, he would not touch her without telling her, and he had this planned before she’d disobeyed him. The panic she feared didn’t make an appearance.

They pulled into the driveway, and the absence of Daniel’s car signaled he and Julie had already left for the weekend. She wondered if Cole’s offer on the house they’d looked at had been accepted and, if so, when he’d be moving. She rather liked looking toward the guesthouse whenever she visited Julie and trying to guess if Cole was inside.

Once inside the quiet house, she made her way to the office. A small lamp had been left on, so the room wasn’t completely dark, but just lit enough for her not to trip over anything.

He entered the room mere minutes after she settled herself on her knees. The soft thud of his bare feet approached the middle of the room, and she saw his toes when he stood before her.

“Before we move on,” he said, “I need to know what happened in the garage whilst we watched the demo.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve had to delay my orgasm, Sir. I couldn’t hold it anymore.” She bit the inside of her cheek and hoped he understood.

“Did it once cross your mind to yellow if you thought I was pushing you to do something you didn’t think you could do?”

“No, Sir,” she said in a small voice. It hadn’t. Fuck, she was the worse submissive ever.

“You must learn to use your safe words, little one. Otherwise they are worthless. If you think for a minute I can attempt to slave train you without knowing with absolute certainty that you will use them, you are mistaken. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your next assignment is to write an essay, no word limit, on submission, its meaning, and how safe words enhance our play. This one will take some time, so you have a week. Do you have any questions?”

While before she dreaded writing assignments, this one actually sounded interesting. It would be insightful to explore her thoughts on safe words.

“No, Sir. I have no questions.”

“In that case, we’ll move on to your next lesson, which will take place in the garage playroom.”

Her chest tightened and her heart thumped wildly. It was almost as if two voices argued in her head.
The playroom. He’s taking you to the playroom
. The other one countered,
This is Cole. You are safe.

“Sasha.” His one word banished the voices and grounded her. Tied her to him alone.

“Sir.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m going to explain everything. Do you trust me?”

She did. One hundred percent. No questions asked. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll keep you safe. Remind yourself of that fact.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will remain in the outfit you currently have on. I will not be attempting to get you into subspace because I need you with me mentally for the entire scene. Any questions so far?”

She’d never played with her clothes on. This would certainly be interesting. But she trusted Cole to know what he was doing. Her job was to simply obey and learn the lesson he was teaching her. “I have no questions, Sir.”

“I’m going to be touching you,” he said. “All over. And I’m not going to tell you beforehand. This is me giving you notice. If this troubles you in any way, let me know and I won’t do the scene.”

She took a few minutes to think about his words and their meaning. He was going to be touching her. All over. A few weeks ago, that would have been a hard limit, but now, knowing what she did of Cole, it no longer was. He would keep her safe. And more than that, she liked his hands on her. She
wanted
his hands on her.

“I have no problem with that, Sir.”

“I will also be pushing you harder than I have ever before and testing your limits. Again, this is your choice. If you feel uncomfortable, we won’t do it.”

She almost told him
no,
that it sounded like too much and she didn’t want him to push her and test her limits. But deep inside, in that quiet place she hid her secret desires, it was exactly what she wanted. And hadn’t she already confirmed she trusted him?

“I want to do it, Sir,” she said in a strong voice.

His smile chased away any lingering worries. “Very good, little one. I’m proud of you.”

She felt her face heat.

“I don’t normally give submissives choices about playroom time, but I’m making an exception here. I can either walk with you, meet you in there, or have you meet me.”

He was giving her a choice because he remembered the panic attack she’d had at the mention of Daniel’s playroom. She once again realized she had no reason to fear when she was with Cole. He knew her fears and he’d keep her safe.

“I would like for you to walk with me, Sir.”

His expression gave away nothing, but his reply was filled with approval. “With pleasure.” He held down a hand to her. “Come with me.”

She placed her hand in his and rose to her feet. Holding his hand, she felt more confident and she knew she’d made the right decision. They entered the garage and she took comfort in finding it unchanged since her last visit.

He led her to the middle of the garage where cuffs were mounted from the ceiling and adjusted her until her position met his approval. “Look at me,” he said. And when she met his eyes, Cole had been replaced by Master Johnson.

He buckled her wrists one at a time to the cuffs above her head. She focused on his face the entire time, breathing deeply and somehow keeping the panic at bay. He finished securing her and took a step back, once more meeting her eyes.

“I’m going to blindfold you, but before I do, tell me what you say if you need me to stop.” His gaze was steady and sure and gave her the courage to continue.

“Red, Sir.”

“If you’re scared, or starting to panic, I don’t want you to think twice or second-guess whether you should say it. You say it immediately, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you’re a little uncomfortable and you need a minute to gather your thoughts or you feel like I’m going too fast, what do you say?”

“Yellow, Sir.”

“I’m placing an inordinate amount of trust in you. Do you understand the trust I have in you?”

It was the dichotomy of BDSM she’d never fully grasped until that moment. But standing in the playroom, bound by him, and at his mercy, it finally became clear that he had to trust her just as much as she trusted him.

“Your trust is not misplaced, Sir.”

“You give me your body for my pleasure, but in exchange, I give you my very soul. In dominating you, I expose a part of myself that is shown to very few. Tonight, I give that part of me to you for your keeping.”

The weight of his words caused her heart to tighten, and her eyes prickled with tears. “I will hold it most dear, Sir.”

“Thank you.” He ran a thumb across her cheekbone and whispered, “Close your eyes, Sasha.”

All her lingering doubts had fled and she closed her eyes, feeling nothing but contentment. Even when he fastened the blindfold around her head, there was only security in his touch.

“What color are you at, little one?”

“The greenest of greens, Sir.”

He chuckled from behind her. “Good, thank you. And since you can’t see for yourself, you’ll have to take my word on how fucking hot you look bound and blindfolded.”

She loved that she appeared sexy and hot to him. Loved even more that he made her feel that way. He made her feel alive after merely existing for the last few months.

His hands cupped her shoulders and gave them a squeeze. Hell, he made her feel more alive than she ever had before. And his hands were so knowledgeable. Blindfolded and bound for him the way she was didn’t make her feel nervous or scared; she felt safe and secure, and when he touched her, she felt need.

He ran his hands down her back, around her hips, and back up the front of her, just barely grazing her breasts. His thumb swirled circles at the nape of her neck and her skin prickled up in gooseflesh at the sensations he created in her body.

“What color?” he whispered while one of his hands swept down her side again.

“Still green, Sir. Your hands feel so good.”

“That’s what I want. Just relax.”

He continued stroking her and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning, but one escaped.

“Let me hear you, little one. Don’t hold back.”

He stepped way and the air around her felt colder. She listened for his footsteps but before she could work out in her mind where he was, he was back.

“I want to hear all of your noises, today,” he said.

This time it wasn’t his hands that were on her; he used something furry that made her laugh as he tickled her.

“It’s okay to laugh if the situation calls for it.”

He was relentless with the tickler and she kept laughing. She
couldn’t remember ever doing so before in a playroom and wondered why. By tickling her, Cole was relieving any remaining trepidation. There was a smile in his voice when he spoke again.

“You sound so joyous when you laugh,” he said. “And your joy brings me pleasure.” He shifted so she felt his erection on her back.

She moaned.

Pressed against her, he spoke into her skin. “Tell me, little one, if you were naked right now, would you be wet? Are you desperate to be filled? Slick at the thought of me pushing inside you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And that also brings me pleasure.”

His hands were on her again, a little rougher this time and more urgent. His touch fanned the flame of arousal she’d feared quenched beyond revival. She didn’t want to take the time to examine it, or question it, or wonder if it was only Cole who could make her feel it. She just wanted to experience it.

Thankful for the blindfold, she emptied her mind of anything other than Cole and his touch. She nearly hummed in response to the sensations he created in her body.

The smack of a flogger against her butt made her jump.

“Stay with me, little one.” His voice was low and somehow comforting. “This brings me pleasure as well.” The flogger landed again. “What color are you?”

She took two deep breaths. “Green, Sir.”

“Very good. I’m not taking you to subspace. I want you here with me.”

She had always found it took her a long time to reach subspace and it was rare that she did so the first time with a Dom.
She hoped she had the chance at some point in the future to play again with Cole. To see if he could get her there.

He worked the flogger over her body in an off-tempo, erratic fashion that wouldn’t allow her the ability to get lost in her head. And though he wasn’t being gentle, there was no hurting involved.

“What color, little one?”

“Green, Sir.”

She relaxed into her bonds. As Cole continued with the flogger, she felt something inside heal. Something she hadn’t known how to fix. She smiled and in that moment, she knew everything was going to be okay. She was going to be okay.

She felt like shouting from the roof and probably would have done so, but she knew if she did, he might misinterpret and stop. He continued striking her with the tails, and she welcomed each one, taking, accepting, and acknowledging their meaning. In a way it was as if he was both breaking down her wall and building it up at the same time.

She relaxed even more and she was free. Finally free. She’d never hit subspace so quickly.

“Sasha,” Cole said through the haze of pleasure. “Come back to me.”

She would go, but only for him. Because he asked and since he was the one who gave her wings.

He chuckled. “So much for my plans. Are you with me, little one?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“For someone who claimed it was hard for her to reach subspace, that was frighteningly fast.”