To Love and Obey (6 page)

Zerrin locked the door behind Nick and placed her head against it. Her date night had turned horrific and would’ve been even more devastating had Nick not shown up to help her. She was going have to face Nick in a couple of days at school. She needed to avoid him.

Five

“You look distracted, Master,” a demure brunette, Whitney, commented.

Nick adjusted his position in his steaming hot bath. “A little bit.”

Being a Dom in his personal life was something Nick took as seriously as he took academia. While some foolish men loved the dominating part of BDSM, Nick looked at the whole picture—taking care of His submissives’ well-being, making sure they were healthy, and providing them with support and care. True Doms knew a D/s relationship began in the mind with service and submission, patiently training the potential submissive and themselves.

Patience, Nick thought about the word. He would need a lot of it.

His submissives, Whitney and Stacey, were waiting for him at home when he arrived. Stacey was a tall Latina female. She had long cascading brown hair, a curvaceous figure, and hypnotizing brown eyes. Next to her was Whitney, a Black female with natural curly hair. She had a boy-figure and often spoke in a whisper-like tone. Both women were in their mid-twenties. They undressed Nick and led him to the hot lavender bath they had prepared. Stacey fed Nick strawberries and wine while Whitney washed his body.

“Did you want to talk about it, Master?” Stacey asked.

“Remember the girl from the other night whom you both helped me with? She’s in the lifestyle,” Nick shrugged, “Anyway, she’s been avoiding me, probably out of embarrassment. I wonder if I should approach her or wait for her to say something.”

“Do you think she wants to be your submissive, Master?” Whitney asked.

“I’m not sure,” Nick wondered what was going on with Zerrin. She was wonderfully complicated; there was a lot more to the girl who favored chunky heels and leopard print frames. Nick was determined to know more.

“What do you want, Master?” Stacey asked.

Nick thought carefully. What
did
he want with Zerrin? It was clear the relationship between them had crossed over to a place that was beyond professional and even platonic, though they hadn’t gotten physical with each other. It was a big mass of grey area—not sexual, but they were no longer just friendly colleagues.

“I want to see if she wants to be taught,” He spoke slowly.

Stacey and Whitney nodded in silence. “Are you going to teach her, Master?” Whitney asked.

“I want all of us to teach her,” Nick replied. “She needs a lot of help from all of us.”

“How can we assist You, Master?” Stacey asked.

“You need to show her what being a true submissive is about. It’s nothing she currently knows. She needs to be properly trained. I’ll guide her, but I need the two of you to spend a couple of days with her in going over the basics,” Nick stood up and Stacey dried His body off. She wrapped the towel around His waist and led Him to the mirror, where she brushed His hair and scented His body with various oils.

“You think she’ll get everything in a few days, Master?” Whitney asked.

“I think so,” Nick replied as Stacey grabbed His hand and led Him to the master bedroom. “She’s very smart and she seems to have a good head on her shoulders. I think she’ll pick everything up.”

Whitney pulled back the bed sheets as Stacey removed the towel from Nick’s waist. Nick climbed in bed and His submissives flanked him. “Let us know what we can do to assist You, Master,” Whitney replied.

“I’ll let you two know,” Nick nodded as He rubbed their arms, “are the meals prepared for the week, Whitney?”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.

“Are my clothes pressed and ironed, Stacey?” He asked.

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.

“Good,” Nick was pleased, “you both have made Me very happy.” He rubbed their shoulders. “This is going to be a special night for us and this won’t ever happen again. We need to make it memorable.” He motioned for Stacey to grab a condom from the nightstand. “Now put Me to sleep.”

Stacey and Whitney slid down Nick’s body, softly kissing as they went along. Stacey took Nick’s shaft and softly sucked on it while Whitney massaged His balls. They both took turns sucking their Master until He finally came. After they swallowed Him, they each took turns making love to him before they covered Nick up with the sheets and turned off the lights. They then left His home.

****

“
I haven’t seen your TA around here,” Bob stopped by Nick’s office. “Did you scare her off that badly already?”

“I think she’s been sick,” Nick covered for Zerrin. He knew it was a lie, but there was no reason to tell Bob the truth. “She might be in today.”

It had been a week since the fateful encounter at The Dungeon and Nick didn’t have to wonder too much about Zerrin’s sudden disappearance from school. He thought about calling her, but knew she was probably too embarrassed to talk to him. He could already hear the excuses formulating in her head.

“I got sidetracked with something…”

“I haven’t been feeling well so I decided to stay home…”

“My aunt/uncle/cousin/godmother has been sick so I’ve been watching over them…”

Nick waited for Zerrin to approach him—when it was right, and on her terms, not his—just as his students approached him. He knew there was more to just being her hero that night. If that were the case, Zerrin would’ve been at school. No, Nick had felt something that night and he was pretty sure Zerrin had felt it, too. Now they both were playing the waiting game. They both were waiting for Zerrin to get up the courage to approach Nick. Nick briefly wondered how much longer it was going to take.

“Well, I got something that’ll make her feel better!” Bob laughed heartily, once again sounding like he was about to go into a wheezing fit.

“I bet you do, Bob,” Nick replied as Bob walked past his office.

Nick went back to grading papers and wrapped up just in time for his next class to start. He wondered if Zerrin was going to show up. If she did, he would have a talk with her about school and expectations in grad school. If she didn’t, he would say goodbye to whatever wonderful future they would have had.

****

“So your assignment for the mid-term will be to come up with a rap song using
Romeo and Juliet
as your backdrop,” Nick handed out the assignment sheets to his students. “It has to be original, but you can use any background music to rap to. I’ve had students use music from Britney Spears to Lil’ Wayne to even 3 Doors Down for this assignment. Consider this to be good preparation for your final when you will have to create a Shakespearian play and record it for me.

“You will have a few weeks to prepare for this, and I think that will be more than enough time to come up with a rap and for you dancers out there, some choreography,” Nick walked back to the front of the class, “Are there any questions? If not, you’re excused. See you in a couple of weeks.”

The students hustled out of the hall. Nick was packing up his messenger bag when he heard the door open. Zerrin quietly walked in and stood in front of the door. She almost didn’t want to look at his face, remembering what just happened a few nights before.

For days, Zerrin had tussled with what happened at The Dungeon. She was embarrassed, just horrified that she hadn’t used her better judgment. She was lucky Nick was there to save her or things would’ve been much worse.

That heroic act led to her next action: she didn’t know how to approach Nick. He had seen her half-naked at a sex party, getting taken advantage of by a guy who she silently admitted didn’t know all that well, and she had barely said thank you to him for rescuing her. He deserved so much more than a thank you. She owed him her life.

He had implied he wanted to spend the night with her and she had turned him down like a fool. Did he really want to spend the night with her? Or was it just a guilt trip ploy to get her to thank him properly? Maybe it was best course of action; her bruise swelled up the next morning and she stayed inside mostly to avoid looks and stares from passers-by on the street. She didn’t want to explain how or why she got that particular bruise.

“Hi Nick,” she waved.

“Zerrin,” Nick politely greeted her. He examined her face and saw there wasn’t a bruise. He felt relieved, though the anger still itched inside him from how she got that bruise. He read her nervousness. He knew she avoided him for the past few days because of everything. Well, it was awkward. He had seen a new side of her he hadn’t known existed. She knew a side of him that shocked her. Still, he wanted to listen to what she had to say—if she was going to say anything at all.

Long, quiet moments passed by when Nick finally spoke up again. “I can’t read your mind, Zerrin.”

Zerrin swallowed her pride. “The other night, Nick. I just want to say thank you for the other night. For what happened.” She waited for his response. Instead she was met with cold eyes and an equally cold front. “Thank you. I’ll be going now.” She began to leave.

“Have you ever been spanked?” Nick’s voice echoed in the classroom and made Zerrin stop in her tracks. She heard his footsteps walk over to her. She felt his strong presence directly behind her. She felt his eyes boring into her, drinking her in, and holding her steady.

“What?” Her voice cracked.

“Have you ever been spanked?” He asked again.

Nick stood close—too close—and it made Zerrin uncomfortable; her heart seemed to be skipping several beats and her throat suddenly became dry. She managed to find the strength to steady her breath, inhaling and exhaling through her nose, though she regretted that action. Each time she inhaled, she was blessed with the delicious musky cologne Nick was wearing.

It was at that moment Zerrin realized exactly how long it had been since she’s been with a man. Weeks morphed into months and Zerrin lost track. The last time she had sex was a long time ago and the last time she had
good
sex was even longer. It was too long and the sensations she was getting from her neck down to her core were making her head spin.

Still, she managed to find a few words. “No, I haven’t.” She shook her head. “Not yet.”

Nick walked over to the desk and sat down in the chair behind him. “Lift up your skirt and bend over my knee,” He ordered.

Zerrin hesitated. Did he just ask her what she thought he asked her? And at school? What if someone came in? What if a student spied on them? “Here?”

“A true submissive would just do, not ask,” Nick’s voice was stern. “Thank you, Zerrin. You can be on your way now.”

“Wait!” she interjected. She swallowed her pride and walked back to Nick and lifted her skirt, exposing her ass cheeks through her tights. She bent over his lap and again felt Nick’s eyes on her. He steadied her body, putting one hand on the small of her back while the other hand rubbed her ass, feeling how soft and supple it was.

Her heart was pounding, and her mind was racing; going a mile a minute. She lightly swallowed a few times, wondering what Nick was going to do to her. Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to harm her? She wished she had kept her mouth shut and avoided him for the rest of the year.

Smack!
The sharp thud of Nick’s hand against her ass woke Zerrin up. Her eyes widened and her mouth gasped open in shock and pain.
Smack!
The second swat made her body tingle and the pain vibrated throughout her body.
Smack!
The third swat, however, created a hot sensation in her sex. Desire coursed through her body as her toes curled and Zerrin’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She swallowed a few times to steady her breath. Was she breathing? She stopped breathing upon the anticipation of everything. She finally let out a small breath through her nose and closed her eyes.

That was where she belonged. She felt needed. She felt at home. “If you want guidance, I can give it to you. If you don’t want guidance and prefer the bullshit that happened back at the club, we’re done here,” Nick quietly spoke as his hand circled her ass, causing shivers running up and down Zerrin’s spine. “The choice is yours.”

Zerrin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This is what she wanted, right? She wanted a real Dom. She wanted someone to teach her, train her, and instill values in her. She wanted someone she could submit to. She wanted someone to own her mind and body. “I want this.”

“Why do you want to be a submissive?”

“I think it’s sexy, and I like the power exchange.”

Nick wasn’t convinced about Zerrin. He had witnessed too many women reading a romanticized tale of BDSM and the complicated D/s relationship, thinking that it was just one big orgasmic session after another. The same ones were usually surprised once they realized there was a lot of servitude and obedience expected from them, then they start screaming about Women’s Rights and referencing the suffrage movements as they hurriedly put on their clothing and raced out of his home. “There’s more to being a submissive than just being tied up and a guy fucks you with a dildo. There’s a lot of service and submission that is involved.”