Sarah tilted her head towards Toby, letting her know it was okay to leave. Toby stooped and slipped the ball gag back into Roman's mouth, fastening it behind his head. "You are going to be a good boy or I am going to come back and kick your ass." she whispered. With a nod to the Golden Goddess, the Jungle Goddess left the room.
Sarah stayed behind the restrained man, not allowing him to see her yet. Let him wonder. Keep him off-balance. Tapping her golden paddle against her palm, she propped her golden sandal against the wall. Her hair draped over her shoulder, falling elegantly with the gold vine peeking through the raven strands. She kept the rhythmic tapping of the paddle for minutes, watching for any movement in Roman's shoulders. He didn't wiggle or waver at all. Finally Sarah let one word slide free. She barely breathed it. She sound of the word didn't even reach her own ears but she knew she spoke it by the set of his shoulders. As the dreaded "Why" floated through the air, a ripple crossed Roman's shoulders before they bowed back even farther. Pushing off the wall Sarah flicked the latch on the ball gag and circled around in front of the kneeling surgeon. "Is this a game to you?"
Roman met her gaze without flinching. "No games. This was explained clearly." He swallowed hard. "I want you to… to tra… to train me. I want you to be mine." Sarah's green eyes turned from a soft, mossy green to cold and glacial.
"You don't know what you are asking, Dr. Reigns."
His head lowered as he looked down at her sandals. "I can only ask for you to listen, my Goddess. I am new and unfamiliar with the rules. In my world, people bow to me and fear me. I find myself in uncharted waters as I look at you. Your eyes are captivating. Your skills are unparalleled. To work with you gives me joy – pleasure. My attempts to articulate my enjoyment were unsuccessful."
Sarah cut him off. "Given another attempt to 'articulate your enjoyment', what would you do?"
Roman closed his eyes and took a hesitant breath. Exhaling he said quietly, "You once said there were people who worshiped the ground you walked on. That you were a Goddess deserving of the honor and that I hadn't treated you with the proper reverence. If given the opportunity, I would like… No, I would ask that you train me to treat you, to worship you in the way that you should be revered. I know that I can excel in kneeling at your feet." Sarah stepped closer, tapping Roman's shoulder with her paddle. Gulping again he continued, "When I took your cake you told me that if I were fortunate enough to be yours, I would have been relaxed and satisfied. My, ah, needs would have been met. That I would be trained to the point that you could make me come on command."
Sarah bent over in front of Roman, giving him a glorious view straight down her golden corset. "You asked if I was going to spank you." Roman grasped the chain at the base of the leather cuffs. "Does that thought excite you or cause a ripple of fear at the base of your spine?"
"Excitement," he muttered. "But I don't want to be like the others."
Sarah tucked her paddle under his chin. "You don't have any claim on me. You are the sub, be it mine or Jungle Goddess'." Roman straightened and stared straight into Sarah's eyes. Sarah stood, looked down at him with an expressionless gaze and asked, "Are we clear?"
"Crystal."
"I asked if we are clear."
Roman's brow wrinkled momentarily. "Yes, Goddess." He bowed his head as she moved to his side. Before he knew what was happening, the paddle in her hand cracked against his ass. His back arched involuntarily as he bit his bottom lip against the stinging pain.
"You will always address me with respect." She brought the paddle down again. "You will only speak when asked a question. No soliloquies." He tightened his grip on the chains tethering him to the floor. "You don't have the right or freedom to ask or address other subs in this club. They are off-limits." She struck his ass again, causing his back to arch this time. "You took my cake. You infringed on my private time." This one was more towards the bottom of his ass, causing Roman to briefly wonder if she was headed for his thighs. The warm sting was transferring into something else and Roman was stunned to look down to see things 'on the rise'. How much can I take? "You dared me to spank your ass. Don't ever taunt your Goddess. It will lead to bad things." Taking her paddle, Sarah slid it between his thighs and rubbed it against his leather-covered balls. "You find this exciting, don't you? That confuses you." She leaned over his shoulder and nipped his ear. "This is only the beginning." She pulled her paddle away and swatted his ass again. "You haven't proven yourself worthy of the Golden Goddess yet. You will go home and you will not touch yourself. I will know if you do, Dr. Reigns." With that, Sarah slammed the paddle against his ass one last time, causing his already hard cock to become rigid. "Think of your Goddess as you sleep with that tonight."