A/N This fic is UnBeta'd. Only Pre Read so far by JanofArc (Thank you!). This fic contains lemons and bad language from the first chapter. Be warned. Plot line contains a D/s relationship and BDSM.
Disclaimer - I do not own TB or SVM/SVN
My breathing hitched as I watched the door start to open. Slowly the door pulled away from the frame completely to reveal Him; standing there in all his glory. His blonde hair would normally flow past his shoulders but he had it tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His beautiful, strong face with all the features of a Nordic God looked down at me with authority; I could almost feel the power radiating off him as he leered down at me. He stood there in a silver grey suit that looked very expensive, with a crisp white shirt, and matching silver grey waist coat; he looked good enough to eat. His shoulders were broad and he had thick arms that seemed to slightly stretch his suit. My observation took all of 5 seconds.
He schooled his features, quirked an eyebrow at me and began to speak.
"Susannah, you are on time. I see you have your contract with you?" He asked looking down at my hands that were holding the papers.
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Susannah…" he started in a warning tone.
"Sorry Sir. Yes Sir I have the contract."
"Do you have any questions about the contract Susannah?"
"No Sir. It all seems fine to me, everything is as we discussed last week." I cast my eyes down to the ground, still standing outside his front door.
"Very well; I trust you are appropriately dressed?"
"Yes Sir, just as you told me." He could see I was dressed, but I knew very well what he was referring to.
"When you enter my home today, you may place the contract on the table inside the door. Then you will move to the centre of the room, kneel with your knees shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind your head, elbows straight out. Do you understand Susannah?"
Without raising my eyes at him I replied 'Yes Sir."
He stepped aside, holding the door open and let me cross the threshold. To my left was a side table where I place the contract front page up. The room the front door led into was an open living room and dining space, with the dining table to my left on the far wall. To my right was the living area with two white leather sofas facing each other, a coffee table in between and a wide screen television attached to the wall. The space was very large and clean. Directly in front of me in the middle of the room there was an open space.
I walked into the space still with my eyes to the floor and lowered myself into position. He had hard wood flooring, so it was slightly difficult at first to find the right angle to kneel at, without feeling discomfort. I took a deep breath, stilled myself and put my hands behind my head; elbows out, eyes on the floor. This was what He had said should be my 'go to' position. I wasn't wearing any panties just as he'd told me, and I felt the cool air graze my skin beneath my skirt.
"That's very good Susannah." He had already shut the door; I heard shuffling around but with my eyes to the floor I couldn't tell what he was doing. I heard his expensive black shoes gracefully cross the wood flooring towards me with small clicks and I made a conscious effort to keep my breathing steady. My nipples grazed the inside of my t shirt and I felt them start to pebble. As per my instructions I wore no bra.
"Our time today will start officially in a short while. Before then I have some instructions for you, think of them as House Rules," He paused briefly stepping around me slowly, and I felt his fingertips ghost over my hair, petting me, "In a moment I will show you to the play room. When we have scheduled play time, or weekends, you will let yourself into the house and walk through to the play room. When I enter the room you should be stripped and kneeling in this position. I will give you a key to the front door so this can be done. Do you understand Susannah?"
I didn't speak, and kept my breathing even. It would be so easy to let go of my control but he hadn't said yet that I could speak, thinking this was a test I remained silent. His Voice, his deep, commanding tone sent shivers up my spine. He stopped where he was standing.
"You may speak." He commanded.
"Yes I understand Sir."
"Good. You will continue to call me Sir. You do not have permission to call me Master until I offer you my Collar, is that understood?"
"Yes I understand Sir."
"If you come into the house and I am already here in the living area, you are to strip before proceeding to the play room, and knee precisely where you are right now. I may be waiting for you for a reason. Unless I tell you to otherwise; is that understood?"
"Yes I understand Sir."
"Good, I would like you to stand now; you may release your hands and clasp them behind your back. Walk to the sofa on the right and sit; eyes to the floor. You may get up now."
I released my hands from my head, and let them rest behind my back linking my fingers together. I tried stretching out my arm muscles a little feeling the tension there. After getting up off the floor I turned to my right and went over to the sofa on the right as He instructed and sat down; keeping my eyes on the floor as he made his way over to the opposite sofa.
"So right now we will have some free time. You can speak to me freely, but be mindful, and be respectful. We will go over the play contract and my rules. Reiterate your safe words, and go over punishments. You may look at me now Sookie."
"Thank you Sir…"
"When we have free time Sookie, it's just Eric."
"Ok Eric." I gave him a small but nervous smile.
I had always known that I liked things a little different. I had looked it up on the internet before I had gotten married years ago, but I'd never told anyone not even my husband about the things I liked; thinking I was strange. I didn't think Bill would appreciate the kind of things that turned me on and the things that turned him on got tiresome. It didn't take long after being married to realise I'd made a huge mistake and we weren't at all compatible; not only in the bedroom but in other areas.
After we separated I spent a lot of time researching my needs online. I found some discussion forums that I joined and I was able to talk about the things I liked with some anonymity. There was so much information out there, and it took me a long while to realise that I was not a freak for the things I liked, and there were a lot of other people who wanted the same.
After around 18 months of talking about it online and reading the few books I was recommended, I got the courage to go ask about the local Play Parties that happened every month. I had been talking regularly with another submissive called Amelia and after some long talks we agreed to meet up in public. I desperately wanted to go one of these parties' but I didn't want to go alone. With the permission of her Mistress she met with me, and they both agreed to accompany me to one of the party's.
"I just want to go over the main points in this contract Sookie, and go over your safe words. I will show you the playroom today, when we are in there I will go over the rules and I will expect you to remember them."
"Ok." I replied again a little nervous. I was glad that he was taking charge in this completely. I was too nervous to remember whether or not I'd had any questions.
"Is everything ok Sookie?" He asked me with a concerned look.
"Yes…I'm fine…I mean I'm just a little nervous. You know this is my first time doing this sort of thing. I'm very grateful you agreed to train me, it's just nerve wrecking." I smiled at him again; smiling at him like I had a nervous tick; way to go Sook.
"Everything will be fine Sookie, you are safe here. Nothing will happen without your consent and you have your safe words if you want anything to stop. At any point, whether we are in the middle of a scene, just having a discussion, or if we are on free time, your safe words are always in effect. I want to know that you understand that Sookie."
I let out a shaky breath, "Thank you Eric."
"Ok, so in your contract you are agreeing and signing to your limits. Let's go over your limits so we both know again where we are. Soft Limits, the things you are ok with; kneeling, instruction, spanking, rope play, cuffs and restraints, oral play, clit stimulation, blindfolds, flogging, paddles, having clothing and foods chosen for you, harnessing, hair pulling, full penetration, forced masturbation, forced nudity in the privacy of my home, and you have agreed to regular waxing so that your pussy is perfectly smooth for me. It seems a lot reading it off the list now Sookie; but several will be used in only one session. Are you ok so far?"
"Yes Eric." I could tell my face was red with embarrassment. He seemed so comfortable using those words; I'd found it difficult to imagine those same words coming out of my own mouth.
"Ok we'll move on to your Hard limits, the things you will not waver on; Asphyxiation, fisting of any kind, cages, cutting, blood play of any kind, electric play, face slapping, hoods, being used by another Dominate, public humiliation, piercing, and water play. That is still everything for your hard limits Sookie?"
"Yes for now." I sat there wringing my hands in my lap.
"If there are thing we come across in the playroom you want to add to any of these lists we can discuss it after a session. If I start to do something or if I pick up a toy we haven't discussed and you feel you aren't ready, you use your safe words. Always remember your safe words Sookie." He gave me a pointed look.
Safe words. Green. Yellow. Red. Remember; Always.
"Green, yellow, red. Green for everything is ok, keep going. Yellow you can use when you think you're ok but need things to slow down or you're uncomfortable. Red for when you need the scene or situation to stop immediately."
"Good girl. I'm going to take you to the playroom now so you can see where our sessions will be. It will not be free time any longer, although I will give you permission to speak to me in a respectful manner. You will address me as Sir from this point on until our evening is over. Is that understood Susannah?"
The subtle change in his tone, the octave lowering ever so slightly, and changing from using my nick name to my birth name signalled Eric's change from informal to being my Dominant; it made me suddenly square my shoulders a little more and slouch a little less. My eyes went straight to the floor.
"Yes Sir, I understand."
"Good girl. I'm going to guide you to the playroom. Stand for me; keep your hands together behind your back. When you stand this should be your position unless I tell you."
I stood from the sofa, keeping my hands behind my back and watched his feet as he stood and walked towards the hall that led off the living and dining area. I followed.
We moved down the hall and the second door on the left opened and I was led into the room. I could see the legs of various tables, and benches. Against one wall I could make out the feet of a bed.
"You may lift your gaze Susannah and look around."
My head rose as I saw him taking a seat on one of the benches in the room. It was black, the seat was split in two, and there was a back and head rest. Attached to the chair were straps and cuffs, I would be secured in; If I was lucky enough to use it.
Not far from that was another type of bench, the frame was black but the seat and top panel were covered in red leather. There was a small seat on the front, low enough for kneeling on, and on the top of the bench was a flat surface that I would be able to bend over; there were D rings on the corners. Again for being secured to.
Lining the walls I could see various things hanging, floggers of different sizes, made with different types of hides. There were paddles hanging from the walls, various whips and ropes.
On the left far wall was a huge four poster bed. This was not just any bed. The four posts were made of the thickest wood you've seen, with hooks, D rings and chains attached. This was a bed you could be tied to from every angle, or strapped up to the highest post and in the middle of the bed on the ceiling were chains attached to the wall with what looked like a pulley type system.
Attached to the wall next to the bed was a St Andrews cross with D rings and cuffs on the end of each piece of wood.
My breathing picked up a little at the sight of all these things, the thoughts running through my head at the things he could do to me in this room blindsided me. Wetness pooled between my thighs; every thought I'd ever entertained in a room just like this might well happen in reality. The thought was daunting.
"Do you like everything you see Susannah?" He stood from the bench he had sat on and walked over to me.
"Yes Sir I do." I lowered my eyes to the ground.
He stepped right in front of me, almost body to body but not quite; close enough to make me want more contact.
He raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder and glided his fingers cross my shoulder, up my neck; his thumb grazed the front of my throat, his fingers threading into my hair at my nape. Sweet baby Jesus my skin felt on fire. His touch sent electric impulses straight to my clit; I groaned at the sensation. I felt him tighten his grip on my throat a little more, putting the right amount of pressure on my pulse point, rubbing his thumb up and down my vein.
He leaned his head in to the other side of my neck, ran his nose up the skin stopping just below my ear. I shivered, my arousal only growing stronger. He twisted his fingers into my hair and raised my head, my eyes meeting his.
"Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want to be strapped to my whipping bench, while I thrash leather against your skin? Are you positive you want my hands, my mouth, my cock to bring you pleasure you have never known?"
My chest was heaving, my breathing came fast and shallow; a strangled sound escaped me.
"Yes Sir, I want it."
He released his grip on my hair and stepped away; walking behind me. My eyes fell back to the floor.
"Hmm Susannah, we only have a short time this evening to get acquainted, I'm afraid I am busy man. But we can have a little play before I send you home if you would like." He whispered into my ear, his breath feathering over my skin, giving me goose bumps. Again I groaned out loud. Jesus Christ I wished he would bend me over the red bench. I wanted to feel the sting of his hand on my skin; to feel my skin warm from the impact. He hadn't done anything with me yet and already I felt I'd be anything for him.
His hand went to my right hip from behind, resting there for a brief moment caressing the small amount of skin he found there.
"How ready are you for me Susannah? Is your pussy wet and ready for my touch?" His voice caressing my skin in waves as his hand moved from my hip grazing my skirt; he took the hem up and placed his hand on my inner thigh.
"Do you see the possibilities in this room? Do you see all the places I could bend you over? All the places you can be tied and restrained to?" He spoke as his hand went up my inner thigh, gently but with a firm grip. I remained still, eyes to the floor while my breathing became even more erratic. I closed my eyes briefly, took in a deep breath, and let it out through my mouth. I opened my eyes again. I felt a little better, less like I would soon start to shake.
"I can feel your heat already Susannah. I haven't even touch those sweet lips yet and I can already tell how wet you will be."
His hand final reached its target and he cupped my mound fully in his hand; the tip of his middle finger resting at my entrance, no underwear to hinder his touch. He moved it around in a light circle then ran his finger right up through my wet folds running right over my clit as he brought his hand away to look at what he'd found. I shuddered as he did it, trying not to let my legs go out from under me.
"Oh Susannah," he chuckled as my reaction, "Look how wet you are for me. Only a few naughty words and I have your pussy wet and wanting." his voice, whispering in my ear, filthy words I would repeat to myself later, alone, and in bed.
"Now we are not in a scene, and we must finish soon. But I will give you a gift before you have to leave," his free hand came up to my hip and pulled me to him, grinding his hard length into my backside, "I'm going to give you the release I know you need. I can smell how much you need it Susannah. Undo the buttons of your shirt."
I did, without hesitation; I raised my hands and began to undo the buttons of my white shirt. The sides fell either side of my breasts and my nipples pebbled hard at the contact with cool air. His hand went back down to my skirt where he tucked the hum into the waistband. As he placed his hand back on my mound, his other hand came up to cup my breast.
"I want you to be vocal this time around Susannah. If it feels good voice it out. The only way I can learn your body's response to mine is by watching you, listening to you, feeling it all. Remember your safe words."
"Yes Sir." I choked out.
I let out a yelp when he pinched my nipple really hard and didn't let up. The pain from it shot through me as he thrust one finger into me. I moaned out at the intrusion. The pain was suddenly diverted from just pain to almost being connected to the pleasure at my core. As he pushed and pulled his finger in and out of me, the pain from my nipple lowered and intensified everything else I was feeling.
Abruptly he released my nipple and I felt the blood return to it in a rush, "Oh God…" My breathing came on heavier and my chest was heaving. I felt a little light headed because of the speed of my breathing.
"Raise your hands to your breasts and pinch your nipples," he said as he continued to thrust his finger into me, "pinch them hard, and don't release them." He ordered.
I pulled my hands up to cup my breast, and pinch my nipple trying to give myself the same pressure He had. The beautiful pain I inflicted on myself only increased the pleasure I felt. He pushed two fingers into me and curled them forward. I cried out at the sensations I felt. Nothing could have prepared me for how this would feel. Something so simple had never felt so good and pain had never felt so amazing before.
Nothing I could have fantasised about over the years could have come close to this moment. My moans only got louder as did the wet sounds of his fingers entering and retreating from me. I felt his lips on my neck and blunt teeth scraping my skin, nipping at it.
His thumb moved over my clit rubbing in frantic circles. My breathing came in desperate shallow torrents and I felt like my skin was burning. Everything hit me at once and I fell right over the edge. I screamed out loud as my core contracted and pulsed wildly around His fingers. He didn't stop his movements within me, only slowed them bringing me down from my orgasm induced high. My legs were weak and my knees were close to giving out.
He removed his fingers from me and his arms went under my legs picking me up and carrying me to the bed. He placed me at the end of the bed and while I tried to catch my breath and shift the haze from my eyes, he went to the bathroom.
I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. In reality a barely knew this man. I had met him only a few times, and he'd agreed hesitantly to train me. Within less than an hour of being in his home I'd let him do something so intimate to me. Maybe it was because I didn't know him that well that I was comfortable showing him a side of me I'd never let my ex-husband see.
He returned with a wash cloth and cleaning me himself making sure I was put to rights before we left the playroom.
"Are you ok Susannah?" He asked, still in Sir Mode, but his voice betrayed a little concern.
"Y-Yes Sir; I fine, just a little unsteady." I replied with a shaky voice.
We reached the living room where he picked up my copy of the contract I'd signed, handing it to me.
"I'm sorry we didn't have much time tonight Sookie. Something important came up at work but I'll make sure next time we are not interrupted. I will email you with instructions for our next session and what you should be doing during this week to prepare for it."
"Ok. Erm…Thank you for tonight. I erm…" My voice trailed off as I looked to the floor. I felt rotten that he'd given me something so spectacular and I was leaving him with nothing in return. But my own modesty wouldn't let me use the words.
"What is it Sookie?" he questioned, coming to stand right in front of me.
"Well…I feel a little bad that you did er…that for me, and I didn't do anything for you?"
He huffed a little chuckle, "Sookie please don't concern yourself with that. Tonight was our first official session of sorts and I wanted to give you something, no matter how small, to show you what simple words and touches could do to you. Don't worry yourself about me. We'll see it that next time. You can be sure of that." He smirked at me as he opened the front door.
"You'll get an email from me sometime tomorrow afternoon. Make sure you follow your instructions properly. There will be consequences if you do not." He stated with a quirked eyebrow. Some sort of challenge to his order.
"I will. Ok I'll erm…see you soon?" Ok saying goodbye to my Dominant after that experience was a little weird for me.
"Yes you will Sookie." He gave me a small smile as I turned and walked back to my car.
I walked a little quicker than normal, wanting to reach my car and put on some underwear. This had certainly been an interesting night and I was looking forward to getting the email tomorrow. I only hoped I could follow the instructions as he'd said because I was not excited about possibly having to be punished on our first full session.
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