Then you're fcking fired For now Chapter 18, a good fight, 2017 fanfic

Good morning dearies!

Here's another chapter for you just before I head to work.

I have been sick this whole week now, which is the only reason I have been able to put this chapter together so fast. If I wasn't sleeping I was writing, and tada! Here we are!

I can't promise the next update will be as fast. Got a massive amount of work the coming days.

Sooo, we are slowly getting into some heavier topics with this story, and I have too many ideas! Lol! I had to do an insaaaaane amount of research once again, my god is this subject complex. But I enjoy it. I think. Lol!

If it wasn't for VioletMoodSwings this chapter would have been all over the place. Her patience with me spamming her is remarkable! I need to send her some cookies, (Shh nobody tell her I can't bake.) She is amazingly competent to keep my flighty bird brain focused so I get the good stuff down. Also, thanks for the links for research, darling. They keep me awake at night. In a good way, lol.

Fair warning, this chapter contains smut and a fair amount of corporal punishment. Definitely not for you if you are not into BDSM.

"You have been teasing me all day, brat," he growled darkly, pushing her hard up against the wall, his hand around her throat. "It is a dangerous game, you are playing, kitten. Make no mistake, I will tame you."

And just like that, Elle knew she was in deep trouble. Of course she had known it before now, but this made reality hit her harder, and she suddenly questioned the decisions she had been making during the day. The game was over.

It was a couple of months ago or so since the incident in Roland's house. Elle had been studying the dynamics between Doms and subs intently, and had learned a lot. Some of the things she had learned had, to Roland's dismay, made her bolder. She became more adventurous and challenging in their day to day life, both at home but also at work.

Of course he relished the fact that she was learning and enjoying herself at the same time, he could see her confidence had practically exploded through the roof, and she was carrying herself completely differently now than when they first started out.

He answered any questions she may have and happily showed her more and more, easing her into different things, which not only consisted of sexual exploits. She was delighted at everything so far, and so was he.

Of course, when she discovered the true meaning of brattiness, she began to explore it more and more often, trying to provoke him into punishing her. He hadn't expected anything less from her. But the young woman was beginning to take it too far. He didn't mind the occasional backtalk from her, indeed sometimes it was quite fun to make her do exactly what she had said. Still, he felt the need to assert his dominance. And swiftly. She wasn't the first brat to enter his bed, and he always managed to break them in, guiding them slowly and assertively towards a dynamic that suited them both. He needed to make sure she understood that this was not how he wanted things to be all the time.

One day, she had uttered the words; "Make me," as he had instructed her to kneel. She had learned the hard way not to do that ever again.

He had punished her instantly by making her stand straight as he spanked her with his belt, making her tremble and whimper at every lash. Afterwards he proceeded to caress her core until her knees were ready to give way beneath her, holding her there for more than an hour without allowing her to climax. When she whimpered, he told her to kneel if she wanted to come, and she sank to her knees instantly. Proceeding to use her defiant mouth, he had made her serve his cock until her jaw was practically coming unhinged.

Finishing deep in her mouth multiple times, he made her stay there until she understood the lesson, not granting her a release that night or the day after.

Once she had recovered slightly from the punishment, she had asked him a question as to his ability to keep going without the need for a refractory period as most men needed. He had explained that he long ago picked up the trick to separate ejaculation from his orgasm.

She had gaped at him for a full minute. "I thought they were the same thing."

"Many do," he confirmed. "In fact they are two different things. When men ejaculate, their bodies tend to return to normal. If you can restrict the ejaculate from escaping, then you can have a fair few orgasms in a row. It took me a few weeks to practice, where I did some intense kegels and edging. In the end, I managed it. So when I come inside you more than once, I'm not ejaculating, or very little at least."

"That's amazing! How do more men not know of this?"

He shrugged. "It takes some studying and trial and error. Also it helps that the man in question is intent on pleasing their partner, and as you have experienced, that is sadly often not the case."

"Fair point," she conceded. "Boy am I glad I met you," she exclaimed with slight amazement.

"So am I, kitten. So am I."

Roland had to admit that she was quite creative in her insolence. One time she had asked him to kiss her ass, when he demanded she bend over for him. He had done exactly that, kissing and licking her ass until she was a shuddering pile of need, only rewarding her with a long bout of anal, in which she was denied any orgasms.

Roland knew of course that she was like a kid in a candy store, too overwhelmed by the things she wanted to try out and he also understood that this was her way of letting him know that she was ready for more serious play. And he happily obliged. But he also wanted her to understand that there were other ways of getting what she wanted from him. Brattiness could be fun to a certain point, but he did not relish the thought of having to deal with that kind of behaviour on a day to day basis.

One memorable day they had been standing at his desk in his office, the doors open to the corridor outside as it was late afternoon and practically no one was in this late. They were discussing a case file on his desk. The next moment she had boldly slapped him on the ass, calling him a good boy, because he had pointed out a flaw in the defense' case.

His reaction had been swift and assertive. She had quite instantly acquired a new necklace which consisted of his fingers squeezing her throat. He walked her sternly to the door, making her close it. Then she had gotten the spanking of a lifetime until she was pleading for him to release her.

"Are you going to use your safe words, pet?" He had asked her softly, waiting to see her decision.

"No," she replied breathlessly, knowing full well that she had deserved his punishment.

"Then I won't be releasing you any time soon, will I? Because you know you deserve it. You can be certain of one thing, little one, that this is only the beginning of your punishment. You went too far, Elle." He had growled this at her, carrying on until she understood her lesson. He had furthermore enforced six weeks of celibacy on her, and she had been furious at that. He could see she had been rather spoiled by his, by any standard, enormous sexual appetite.

This had been a few weeks back, and she had not dared act out since then. Until today. Apparently her prolonged punishment of forced celibacy was starting to get to her, and he saw it coming a mile away. He hadn't been neglecting her emotionally, but he had denied her any kind of sexual activity for weeks now, except for the occasional caress. He would randomly place an open mouthed kiss at the nape of her neck. Or even look at her with fiery lust in his eyes, leaving her practically struggling for air.

One day, she had been bringing coffee for them both into his office, both hands full of each their mug, and so she had tucked a chocolate chip cookie between her lips as a snack. He had approached her to grab his own mug from her, and then bent down, taking a bite out of her cookie while it was still between her lips. Her eyes had gone wide as saucers, fixing avidly on him and he had heard her breath catch at that one, even his own body had responded viscerally to the almost non existent brush of their lips as he bit down on the delectable treat. Then he had walked away, smirking casually at her wide eyed stare.

During this time he had denied her any kisses directly on the mouth, and he could see her starting to get antsy. Of course, his own needs were building as well, and he knew that would create an explosive cocktail.

When he drove her home on Sunday evening, the day before, he saw something in her eyes, and he instinctively knew she was up to no good. He had said nothing, giving her the benefit of the doubt, hoping she would think better of whatever she was planning. She didn't.

When Monday morning came, and he walked onto his office floor, he almost released a bark of feral laughter as he saw her attire. Elle was usually most comfortable in slightly loose, modest clothing, blazers covering her up for a good part of the day. Today she had chosen a dark red, rather short skirt with a matching blazer. A black top beneath had a plunging neckline, giving him, and anybody else, ample view of her lovely throat and cleavage. Furthermore she had put on a pair of most delectable stockings, the ones with a black line all the way up the back of her legs. Roland had felt his body respond instantly to the sight of her, as she stood, innocently at her desk, her back to him. When she heard the elevator ding, she turned and watched him come closer, a challenging glint in her eyes.

"Miss Thomas," he greeted huskily, not stopping before he was right in her personal space, making sure she saw him eye her neckline intently. She couldn't suppress a slight shiver at his closeness and the look he gave her. He sent her a knowing smirk, which she returned impishly.

Very well then, challenge accepted. He would make her beg for it. Let the games begin.

Elle knew she had to play it through now that he had seen her attire. There was nothing for it. She had to provoke a response from him. She knew she was desperate when her mind finished that thought with; or die trying.

She had brought out the big guns for this game, intending to have Roland fucking Blum screw her brains out before the end of the day.

Her daring choice of clothing had of course not been lost on the feral man, but he seemed to think she would have to try harder to get what she wanted. She saw the challenge in his eyes.

Nice fucking try, kitten.

If only he knew what she had in mind. He wouldn't stand a chance.

During the morning, Elle went in and out of his office several times, deliberately swaying her hips a little more, teasing her cleavage with her fingers whenever he spoke to her. She knew his eyes were following her closely as she moved, and she relished the power she felt rush through her.

She was going to win this.

A meeting for all personnel had been scheduled just before lunch, and it was mandatory that everyone attended. It was a boring process that was repeated every third month, just to show everyone that the bosses up top cared.

Elle detested the meetings, and so did Roland, though he was professional enough to not admit it openly. Not so professional that he wouldn't fuck his assistant's brains out right on his desk, though, she thought with a sly smirk, her mind flashing back on the multiple occasions he had done exactly that.

As they both stood in the large front room, separated only by a few inches, other people all around them, Elle took the opportunity to apply the lipstick she had sneaked from his apartment. It was the very same lipstick he had bought for her a few weeks back. Sensing someone watching her, she tilted her handheld mirror slightly and caught a pair of burning eyes in it. She turned around, focusing on her boss, who calmly studied her as she confidently continued to apply the make up, his gaze now lingering on her all the time.

She hadn't worn it since the first time at her punishment, and she knew he recognised it immediately.

She allowed herself a knowing smile. He stepped even closer, dangerous flames bursting to life in his eyes. He loomed over her, their eyes challenging each other to look away first. His gaze was blazing, almost like staring into the sun, and she had to look away, cursing as she sensed his triumphant smirk.

"You lose, miss Conduct," he murmured under his breath, and she sent him a defiant glare, not ready to give up just yet.

No matter. She still had other cards up her sleeve.

Roland had another meeting late in the afternoon. It was with a client from Italy, so it had to be done online via webcam, which had given her an idea. When the meeting had been underway for almost twenty minutes, Elle knocked softly on his office door, entering without his acknowledgement. She hid her nervous swallow as his face turned towards her, even if he continued to speak in what she knew to be Italian. She made a non committal gesture, walking past his desk, practically feeling his eyes on her like a hawk. She realised that he knew she was up to something, and immediately felt the need to retreat while she still had her dignity intact. The man could smell trouble five miles away.

Hastily grabbing a hold of his notepad and a pen she scribbled a swift message to him, to show him off camera.

I just have a question, sir.

He read it suspiciously, but made no further comment until it fitted into his meeting.

He muted his microphone. "Yes, Miss Thomas?"

She felt her throat go dry. "When are you going to fuck me?" She saw his features go quite passive, as his speaker burst to life, the client talking to him again.

He kept his burning gaze on her as he continued the meeting. Smirking innocently, she sat down, trying not to fidget to give away her nervousness. She scooted the chair across the floor, making sure he could see her clearly. Then catching his eye, she made a show of crossing her legs.

Noting the subtle shift in his eyes, she knew he had seen and understood. So far so good. She began to doodle rather impatiently on his notepad, occasionally shifting her legs so he would once again catch a glimpse. She had neglected to put on panties today, and as she shifted in her seat, she afforded him a full view of her nakedness.

She noted him shift a little in his chair, a dangerous look in his eyes, but otherwise he kept a straight face.

Much later there was a break in the meeting again, and as he switched off his microphone, he got to his feet, striding towards her with a menacing air around him.

"If you think that this is going to get you what you want, brat, then you are sadly mistaken," he said in a low, stern voice.

She glanced at the prominent bulge in his trousers, and boldy reached for it. "But you want it too."

He caught her wrist before she could touch him and pushed her hand away.

"Don't sass me, pet. It will get you nowhere but straight into more trouble."

Elle tilted her head back, pouting prettily up at him. "It was worth a shot," she muttered sullenly.

His thumb lingered on her red lower lip, his eyes boring into hers. He gave her a dark smirk.

"Was it, kitten?" He asked in a low voice. "I think you fail to grasp the full consequences of your actions. No matter, you will see soon enough. You underestimate my self-control, pet. Only good girls get what they want from me," he replied smoothly.

"How?"

"By behaving."

She didn't have a chance to reply as he returned to his computer, resuming the meeting.

Huffing slightly, she got up and went to the door.

"We will discuss this when I get home, pet. I expect you to be kneeling naked by my desk when I enter the apartment. For now, you are dismissed."

Elle bit her lip, not sure if she should challenge him further. He gave her a stern look that made her decide that she would go home now. Better not push him further.

Elle heard the front door unlock, and hastened to kneel on the soft pillow he had designated to her. She waited with a slightly quickened breath. It was quite a long while before he entered the room, and she heard him only a moment before she felt his fingers close around her throat.

He swiftly hoisted her to her feet and pushed her backwards.

Roland considered her mutely for many long moments. "This exploration you are having has to be balanced out, pet. I will not tolerate a brat who thinks she is the master of me. I will not submit. If you want my attention that badly, you can either ask nicely, or take the punishment you know you deserve. What you do not do is interrupt my meetings with clients and flash me. That is utterly unacceptable."

Elle was silent as she listened. She instinctively knew she should not push him further. He was definitely not fucking about this time.

"Now," he said calmly. "Your punishment is supposed to be up in two weeks. Due to your actions today, I am going to extend it and give you another two weeks of celibacy."

She gasped loudly at his words. "Roland, no-!"

"Quiet, pet!" He snapped. "You know full well you deserve this. Hopefully it will make you understand that your actions will have absolutely no fucking affect on me. You will not ever force my hand in this." His voice was quite calm, no hint of a threat or even anger, but she still sensed his impatience.

"I have also been celibate while you endured your punishment. I had hoped you would be more sensible if I led by example. Apparently it has gone unnoticed on you that we are both suffering this punishment. Brats tend to be selfish and not see how their actions impact their Doms. Or they simply don't care.

I expect better from you. Being a brat can sometimes be rewarding and fulfilling, but I will only tolerate a certain amount, set within a frame of boundaries. If you think you can provoke me, you will discover that I am infinitely more patient with my punishments than I am with your mistakes. In other words, you will lose, pet. Do I make myself clear?"

Absorbing what he had said, she had gulped noisily. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now kneel, pet. Know your fucking place."

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Elle was quite anxious as she got home from work. She had seen Roland leave the office almost an hour earlier, talking about having to meet a client for dinner. He explained she would have to grab a cab home to her own place tonight, and that they would see each other at work the next day.

Elle had felt disappointment pull at her stomach. Her punishment was finally up, and she could tell he had forgotten about it. She had done her best to behave. After he had reasserted his dominance in no uncertain terms, she knew he had not been fucking around. He meant business when he told her she would not get away with that kind of behaviour anymore.

He had made it clear that he expected better of her, and that she too would feel better about being well behaved.

Sighing warily, she threw her overcoat and keys on the floor just inside the door, too tired to care about the mess she made. She aimed for the kitchen, already grabbing at the hook of her bra beneath her shirt, tugging it out and flinging it across a kitchen chair. Tonight was going to be a relaxing night instead.

Taking a large gulp of red wine, she tried to pretend that that was exactly what she wanted, forcing her brain away from the fact that she had not had sex for two whole months. She almost succeeded until her brain conjured up the image of a naked Roland pinning her down, plunging into her waiting body forcefully. A soft exhalation escaped her as she felt heat pool at her core. Her body had that reaction quite frequently these days.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, annoyed that he wasn't there to alleviate her needs. Man had she been spoiled by his attentions to her needs. She had decided two weeks prior, when she was nearly brought to tears by her sexual frustration, that if this was to be her life from now on, she would definitely choose to be a good submissive rather than a bratty one. She could definitely not do this any longer, that was for certain.

She also had to admit to herself that she got a lot more satisfaction out of submitting to him. The rush it gave her when she pleased him was much more gratifying than if she provoked him. Also because he was much more inclined to bestow pleasure upon her if she behaved and submitted. She had definitely learned one valuable lesson by now; the man was remorseless in his discipline, and she had come to the conclusion that he would not tolerate her misbehaving. Deep down she was relieved at this, but the price for her to come to this realisation was steep. She was practically in a constant state of arousal.

Heaving another miserable sigh, preparing for a very lonely night, she grabbed the wine glass and bottle, entering her living room. Not bothering to turn on the lights, aiming for the couch and plopping down, as she placed the bottle on the table beside her, blindly groping for the remote in the same motion.

Turning on the TV, she scrolled through the menu, until she found the show Friends. Thinking she could do with a good laugh tonight, she settled into the soft pillows, and took another large gulp of wine from the glass still in her other hand, emptying the glass, putting it down beside her. She watched the show contentedly, for a moment almost forgetting all her worries.

"I always liked that show. I especially found Chandler Bing to be a delightfully hilarious character."

It was a good thing she had emptied her glass of wine, because otherwise she would have sprayed the ceiling full of the bright red liquid. As it were she let out a strangled scream, first now noticing the shadow sitting low in the armchair by the window. She was on her feet in a split second, squinting at the man who was silhouetted by the dull light from the window. She could only make out his unruly hair.

"Good evening, pet," Roland said softly.

Elle eyed him wearily through the shadows. "What are you doing here?" She finally asked, her heart finding its normal place again.

He seemed to consider her. Then he switched on the table lamp beside him, his figure swathed in light. "I am here to see you, Elle."

She swallowed thickly as she realized what he must be planning. "I thought you had a dinner meeting."

"I did," he confirmed softly. "It ended quite abruptly when my client showed up far too drunk to even speak. I left when he vomited in the ice bucket. I like expensive champagne, but I'm not that fucking desperate."

"Ew."

He chuckled softly. Her gaze followed him as he slowly got to his feet, approaching her calmly.

"That's the right word for it, pet." He agreed, smirking.

"So, what now?" She asked, her mouth quite dry as he halted right in front of her.

His hand came up and pushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes. "Now, I spend time with you, my dear."

"Oh."

He caressed her cheek gently, his finger travelling the length of her jaw until it was beneath her chin, tilting her head back slightly.

"Did you think I would forget what day it was?"

"No," she said far too swiftly.

"Don't lie to me, pet."

She frowned. How could he even know? "Fine, yes, I thought you had forgotten."

"You're forgetting your fucking manners kitten," he admonished darkly. "You should know this by now. Either address me as sir or master."

"Yes sir." She bowed her head slightly.

He sighed, regarding her for a moment. "I wouldn't forget such an important day, kitten." He searched her features. "However. I have a lesson for you."

"Oh?" She waited.

"Two months of celibacy is a long time, isn't it?"

She felt her core clench painfully. "Yes."

"What did I just tell you, Elle?"

"Sorry, sir," she corrected softly, still keen on what he was about to tell her.

"For the record, in any future setting where this is your punishment, you might just be able to… Persuade me to end your punishment prematurely."

"How would I do that, sir?"

He smirked dangerously down at her. "By begging me, pet."

Elle gasped softly. She had considered it on multiple occasions, but in the end had dismissed the idea, not quite able to let her pride go that easily. It was only when he had practically brought her to the brink of insanity that she had been able to do it.

"You want me to make you beg, is that it, kitten? If so, we can easily make that happen."

She didn't know what to say, so she merely nodded mutely.

"I can't hear you, kitten."

"Yes, sir."

He chuckled again and leaned down, his lips hovering over hers, so close she could feel the warmth of him. "Are you going to be a good girl tonight, Elle?"

Her heart practically stuttered to a halt. She tried to close the distance between them, but he grabbed her chin, holding her in place.

"Answer the question, kitten."

"Yes, sir."

"You feel you have earned my kisses?"

"Yes, sir."

"My caresses?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hmmm… Are you feeling desperate for my cock to fill you up?"

An exhalation exploded from her and he saw her knees wobble momentarily.

"Yes, please, sir."

"You want me to make you fucking scream, don't you?"

Her eyes fluttered and closed, a soft moan escaping her. "Yes, please." She was already breathless, her voice rather raspy with desire.

He had barely touched her, but she was already on fire. She urgently needed him to kiss her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need you to convince me, Elle."

She blinked, confused. "How?"

"Tell me why you think I should reward you?"

She drew in a deep breath, thinking. His proximity made it difficult to form a single coherent thought. He smelled absolutely divine and she longed to touch him.

"I have been enduring my punishment without any more brattiness or complaints."

"That is merely what is expected of you, pet. Hardly anything extraordinary."

Elle came up short.

"I'll give you a clue, shall I?" He asked gently.

Gulping, she nodded once.

He remained silent, waiting.

"I mean, yes, sir," she said hoarsely.

"Are you regretting the behaviour that got you into this predicament in the first place?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me what you did wrong, pet."

"I, uh… I smacked your ass and called you a good boy."

"And then?"

"I interrupted your meeting with an important client."

"And?"

"Then I… flashed you to try and seduce you to give me what I wanted."

"And how did it go, pet?"

She sighed softly, hanging her head. "Not well."

"Let's try something else," he said softly, making her look up at him.

"Why don't you tell me what you would do for me instead of being a brat."

She frowned. "Anything," she answered without thinking, puzzled, as if that should be obvious. Anything to make him touch her.

He drew in a breath that hissed through his teeth. "Babygirl, be careful with your words, they might just be your fucking downfall."

"Roland, what-."

"It's an easy answer, anything, isn't it? However, the practicality of it, not so much."

"But it's true," she countered boldly. "Anything you ask, and I would do it."

He contemplated her for a long moment.

"Then, I would like you to make a list of what you would be willing to do for me in the coming month."

She hesitated, thinking.

"Do you think you can do that, kitten?"

"Yes."

He smiled approvingly. "I will wait then."

Elle went and got a pen and paper and sat down in the chair he had occupied earlier.

Then she started to write. Roland was a perfect gentleman, not looking at what she put down, but merely looking blankly at the television that was still running.

It took her a while to think up options, but in the end she got there, catching his attention. Walking over to her, he wordlessly took the paper she handed him. He read silently.

I will run around your apartment complex once every day.

"Kitten…" he began, glancing at her.

She interrupted him. "You asked what I would do for you. This is what I could come up with on such short notice. Read it all, sir. Please."

He paused, looking intently into her eyes. She was looking directly back at him. Then he turned back to the paper. He read it all the way down before turning back to her. He considered her mutely.

"This is what you would do for me for the next thirty days?"

"Yes."

He read through the points rapidly again;

I will run around your apartment complex once every day

I will make you dinner every night.

Launder your clothes.

You decide on my clothing everyday.

I will write you a daily diary

Clean your place

Daily blowjobs

Having myself waxed all over

Write lines of your choice and hand them over on all fours

Spankings in the morning and evening

I will call you my master

I will be your slave

Wear you collar

He stepped closer to her, still reading.

"You will have your entire body waxed to please me?"

"Yes."

"Write me lines every day and turn them in on all fours?"

"Yes."

"Have me spank you in the morning and evening?"

"Yes."

He paused again, considering the last few lines she had scribbled down. "You will call me master."

"Yes."

"Be my slave?" He spoke the words softly, almost reverently.

She nodded. "Yes."

He pondered the paper again.

"Wear my collar?"

She nodded, her eyes studded slightly with tears.

"Elle, have you thought this all the way through?"

In fact, she had. She had considered asking about a trial period of her wearing his collar, perhaps even being his slave. She wanted to try it out.

"Let's leave the playground for a moment, Elle."

"Alright," she confirmed, blinking steadily back at him.

He walked over to her and quite suddenly yanked her to her feet, holding her close. "Do you have any idea what that would entail, kitten?"

"I think so," she replied, now focusing on his lips.

He leaned in, almost kissing her again. "Wearing my collar is not going to be a punishment. It is meant as a symbol of our bond."

"I understand. I did not mean these as a punishment, Roland. It is literally what I'd do for you to please you. I want to serve you for a month. I want to try it."

"Hmm… Then I suppose that indeed does mean anything."

"Yes," she confirmed.

"You are going to have to sign this as a contract, kitten."

"I agree."

"I have a few things I'd like to add, and also remove from this list. I don't need you to clean or do my laundry, as I have people doing that for me, so that will be removed. Instead I would have you wear lipstick every day. Also as you will need to be available to me at all times, I will make you go commando, that means no panties. This would normally be under the part where I decide what you wear, but I will add them separately even so.

Furthermore you can at all times use your safe words, if you feel it necessary.

Since this will be a prolonged period, and it will require a lot of our time, I will arrange for us to work from home. You will be staying at my place for the duration of this test period."

He thought about it. "I think instead of only signing a piece of paper, I will spank you two times for every point on this list as well." He smiled playfully. "Twenty-six lashes. That way, you show me your willingness to commit to this contract. If you can endure it, I will reward you richly tonight."

He heard her breath catch in her throat, and he almost smiled. "Understand this, Elle, when we enter the playground again, I will not be gentle with you, because tonight you become mine, and you will get to feel what eight weeks of celibacy does to me."

Her eyes filled with unfiltered lust at his words, and she was already panting softly.

Then she frowned slightly.

"I have one question," she said, a slight edge to her voice.

"Go ahead, kitten."

"Once this starts, will it mean that I can never be bratty again without severe consequences?"

He pondered the question, searching her face. "I should probably have explained this more thoroughly to you before, kitten. I admit that I have been more than a little distracted by you. Probably because I fell in love with you, which admittedly seems to have blindsided me, because that has not happened since... I can't remember."

She shivered as he spoke, feeling butterflies in her stomach as he talked so openly about his feelings. He paused to collect his thoughts. "There is a balance to everything, kitten. I suspect you have become a bit overwhelmed with this lifestyle, meaning that you want to try everything as much as you can. It has a name. It's called sub-frenzy, and it's very common among new subs. You have seen how I am very careful with your consent, in anything I do to or with you. You must learn that consent goes both ways. I understand that you are new to this, so I will teach you where my boundaries go. I expect you to respect them.

I will be making a list for you. It will contain my rules, my boundaries and the things you can do if you want to act out against me. I will break it down so you know which ones to not ever break. If you want to act out and defy me, I will show you how you can do it. If you cross my boundaries, I will punish you severely. If you choose to become a brat within the agreed upon limits, it will become a funishment. Does that answer your question?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yes sir. Thank you. It's not like I want to be a brat all the time, but I must admit that it can be fun to defy you sometimes."

"As long as it is within the set boundaries, then I agree." He smiled down at her.

They regarded each other silently for a long time.

"Can I have a kiss now, sir? Please?" She asked in a soft voice, thereby indicating that she was ready to enter the playground again.

Roland considered it. "Not yet, kitten. I want to take you home with me first. Then I will kiss you senseless."

She sighed despondently. "Okay, sir."

"Good girl. Let's go."

He waited patiently as she collected the things she needed for her to stay at his place for the next few days. Then they drove in his car to their final destination. Roland placed his hand on her thigh as he drove, and Elle was so grateful that she cried softly at the contact. The sensation of his warm hand on her body confirmed that her actions had indeed not been worth it. She had learned her lesson alright.

He parked in his usual spot, and soon they were ascending in the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, he proceeded to push her back against the wall, his lips nearly pressing against hers. She felt his steely arousal against her body for the first time in weeks, and she was completely helpless to stop the moan that escaped her. She tried to kiss him, but he evaded her.

"Ah ah, pet. No kisses yet. You'll need to earn it first."

She whimpered softly, though resisted the urge to try again. "Sir, I need you so badly."

"Is that so, kitten?"

"Yes," she confirmed softly, pleadingly.

The elevator dinged open, and without answering, he pulled her along, soon halting in front of his apartment.

He opened the door, and elegantly allowed her to step in first. As he switched on the lights, he turned to her, searching her face closely.

Her eyes were filled with remorse, as she silently begged for him.

"Go on, kitten," he crooned smoothly, making her shiver. "Say it," he added as her brows furrowed in confusion.

She swallowed thickly, glancing away for a second.

"No, eyes on me, pet. Good girl. Now beg me."

Releasing a shaking breath, she seemed to gather herself. "Please sir, take me."

"Aw pet, I appreciate the sentiment, but that's not begging." He grabbed her and swiftly pushed her face first against the wall beside the front door, pinning her arms behind her back with one large hand. His free hand was already on her hip, caressing gently, a finger travelling the curve downwards. "You have a contract to sign, my dear. I will write it up for you tomorrow, but for now, we will make do with the physical part of it."

A sharp breath rattled through her as she realised what he wanted.

"I know the words are right on the tip of your tongue." His warm hand roamed down her side, grasping the hem of her skirt and beginning to pull it up, exposing her ass. Elle moaned softly. "Now, beg me."

Feeling his fingers beneath her skirt, she almost tried to wriggle into his touch, only barely resisting the urge. "Please, master."

"Say it, Elle. I know you want it."

"Please, master. Please spank me. I want to serve you."

"Hmmm," he growled softly into her ear. "Twenty-six, pet. Do you think you can fucking handle it?"

"Yes, please, sir. I need it so badly."

She felt his hand stroke her ass gently. He pulled her knickers down, sensuously stroking her soft skin, making her skin prickle as she broke out into goosebumps. Her nipples pebbled so fast it almost hurt.

His lips were at the shell of her ear. "You will count each one out loud. Brace yourself, pet. This is going to be rough."

She felt a thrill shoot straight to the pit of her stomach, and she gritted her teeth in expectation. The first blow landed, and he wasn't lying. It stung like hell. The noise bounded around the room like a gunshot.

"One."

He landed another strike, this time on the other ass cheek. "Two."

The blows sent tingles straight to her clit, but she knew the pain would be too great for her to climax from it. She knew she was in for a long night, as Roland continued to spank her right against the wall. Her entire body jolted at every slap, and between each smack, he soothed her burning skin, encouraging her with soft murmurs.

He took his sweet time, allowing her to take deep breaths in between. Tears were leaking gently down her cheeks now as she endured the pain. She made no move to stop him, but when he sensed from her squirming that she could no longer take it on her ass, he moved further down and delivered the strikes on the upper part on the backs of her thighs.

Her body was prickling hotly all over, her skin already covered in a thin layer of sweat. It didn't help that Roland was like a furnace pressing hotly against her. She could feel a bead of sweat making its way down between her breasts, and also along her hair line. Even so, she continued to count out loud, her voice becoming increasingly laboured as the intensity grew.

He continued to spank her, but he also talked her through it. "Such a good girl, pet. I know you can do it. Focus on the reward. You are doing fucking great, babygirl."

She barely heard him as the world kind of dialed down around her and she felt herself sink inwards, her body and mind seemingly fusing as one.

"Last one," he informed her, as she ground twenty-five out between clenched teeth.

He delivered the last one on her ass, before stroking her skin soothingly. Her body was in flames, her mind filled with a buzzing noise, but she had no time to recover, because without further ado, Roland had his cock out and entered her body with a hard swivel of his hips.

"Finally," he hissed darkly, releasing a low growl as he felt her snug heat envelop him.

The eight weeks of celibacy could definitely be felt now, her walls screaming in protest as he penetrated her roughly, stretching the unused muscles, seating himself deeply within her body. She couldn't help but release a strangled whimper as she felt his fiery ingression. He allowed her no room to adjust, but simply began to fuck her, delivering his thrusts hard enough that she was pushed against the wall every time.

"You are so tight and wet, pet! I had nearly forgotten how fucking divine you felt. Your master won't last long, I'm afraid."

She moaned, pushing back against him, making him grunt harshly and swear as he quite suddenly orgasmed inside of her, the hallway filling with his deep groans. She felt a flash of heat fill her core at the sound he was making, and she clenched around him reflexively.

"Fuck!" He burst out, suddenly pulling out and spinning her around, entering her just as roughly, holding onto her hips as he pushed her repeatedly back against the wall.

He was groaning and moaning as he pressed against her, the hard motions of his pelvis jostling her at every thrust, pinning her in place. His pelvic bone crashed mercilessly against her clit as he fucked her, her womb clenching fiercely every time he hit the back of her vagina.

She couldn't think or speak, her body was too preoccupied to focus on anything but the feeling of his steely length plunging into her again and again.

Her walls were still tingling, but she was also beginning to feel the first nigglings of an orgasm, a hoarse moan escaping her. He fucked her none too gently, using her body exactly as she had been dreaming about all these weeks. She had a hard time believing it was finally happening, and she was moaning continuously, hotly on the path to climax, her slick heat clamping down hard around him.

"You're gonna make me fucking come again already," he growled breathlessly, his pace increasing. "You feel fucking amazing! I'm gonna fucking use your body mercilessly tonight, Elle." He groaned harshly as he sped up again, practically pounding her into the wall.

Elle could do nothing but receive him over and over, and she wanted it no other way as he violently made her climax, a husky scream escaping her, as she jerked and shuddered against the wall, clinging onto him for dear life.

"Fuck, you are strangling my cock!" He growled, and he gave a few last hard thrusts as he groaned deeply in his throat, his cock twitching furiously within her.

He was breathing heavily into her neck as he recovered from his forceful orgasm.

Squeaking slightly, she wasn't prepared when he grabbed her arms, pinning them roughly above her head, keeping his erection inside her. He finally kissed her bruisingly hard, practically devouring her mouth, as he filled a need they had both been suffering for so very long. She moaned deep in her chest, her hips flexing against him, as he kissed her hard and demandingly. His beard scratched her face somewhat, but she couldn't care less. She responded to the kiss eagerly, allowing him to plunder her mouth, his tongue wrestling hers into submission, taking everything she had to give. When he finally pulled back, they were both panting.

He slowly lifted her up, making her legs circle his hips as he began to thrust again. He moved at a more leisurely pace now, taking his time, making her throw her hands around his neck, holding on for dear life as he began to extract another orgasm from her.

She was almost overly sensitive now, their frantic lovemaking leaving her slightly tender. Roland began to kiss her throat, his lips sealing hotly on her skin, giving a gentle pull. Her hips bucked reflexively and she got the push she needed to fall over the edge again. He held her tightly as she began to shudder, and once she was almost through her peak, he began to increase the pace, making her cry out at the intensity of it all. Her thighs tensed around him as he swiftly sent her into another climax, her voice raw with emotion, tears leaking from her eyes. How she had needed this for so fucking long.

He wasn't long in following her, his release making him convulse against her, his pelvis crashing into hers.

Elle swore she could almost feel the bursts of his stringy release as he coated her insides with his warm seed.

He kissed her gently again, easing her back down onto the floor, keeping her propped up against the wall, so she wouldn't fall due to her shaking knees.

"Well done, slave."

Elle felt her heart stutter when she registered the new pet name. Her womb fluttered fiercely.

"How does it feel to have that dirty little cunt of yours used by me like that, slave?"

"I loved it, master," she responded immediately, almost instantly feeling a painful need to come again.

"I know," he replied matter of factly. "Because you are my filthy little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, master."

"Good girl. Now don't start to think I am fucking done with you yet, slave." He thrust against her hard, his cock abrading her tender core again, making her groan at the sudden movement. "It's been a long wait. I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for me to stop. And I will be remorseless. You will take everything I give you tonight with a bow and a smile, won't you, slave?"

"Yes master," she confirmed, squirming slightly at the mere thought.

"You will be sore tomorrow, slave, but don't worry, it will be fucking worth it, I promise. Tell me you trust your master."

"I trust my master."

"Thank you, slave. Let's go get you ready."

And with that, he extracted himself from her entwined limbs, easing his cock back into his trousers and then she was dragged through his apartment, towards his bedroom, and more specifically his room of pleasure.

Roland took his time dressing his slave up to his preferences. As he did so, he explained that tonight would be a play night, but even so, he expected her to obey his commands.

After having her decked out in the cuff set he had used on her once before, he showed her how he expected her to react if he used the command to kneel.

She followed his instructions to the letter, earning his easy praise. He adored how her cheeks flushed whenever he praised her, and knew she would want to experience that as often as she could. He smirked. His little slave had a praise kink.

Once she was ready, he instructed her to kneel with her head bowed, back straight, arms behind her back.

Once she wasn't looking, he pulled out his own outfit for the evening. It looked much like his daily attire, only it was mostly black, with intricate silky patterns on the waistcoat. The jacket was also black with an intricate pattern in the fabric. The trousers were much tighter than he would normally wear, showing off his bulge nicely, making it obvious if he had an erection. The entire outfit had a steampunk style to it, with every buttonhole highlighted in red. The necktie was black with subtle red patterns woven into it as well. He pulled on a pair of elegant leather gloves, finishing off the look nicely.

Then he grabbed a riding crop, and stepped in front of his waiting slave. Using the flexible whip he placed it under her chin, wordlessly allowing her to look up at him. As she took in his appearance her eyes widened with shock, her mouth dropping open.

"Holy shit Roland! That looks fucking sexy on you!" She burst out, her breath already slightly elevated as her gaze roamed his body.

Roland suppressed a smirk, noting how her neck and chest area seemed to suffuse with heat as she absorbed the full impact of his outfit. Her nipples became hard and stood at attention, hips flexing sharply, her body reacting viscerally to his presence. He couldn't wait for her to see what he was wearing beneath his suit.

He caressed her lips with the riding crop, shushing her gently. "While I appreciate the compliment, slave, you do not speak unless instructed to. Is that clear?"

Her mouth snapped closed, and she nodded.

"Slave, I will not have you forgetting your manners so easily. What is the appropriate answer to any such question from me?"

She gasped softly. "Yes, master."

"Good girl."

He watched as she greedily took in his appearance, and he could clearly see how her fantasies were fed by merely looking at him.

"Eyes on the fucking ground, slave. I am not here for your sexual gratification."

She obeyed instantly.

"You are here for mine. If you are a good little slave, then maybe I will consider rewarding you with another glimpse of me in this outfit." He considered her a moment. "As it were, you have earned my approval tonight as you endured the initial spanking without complaint. I can't tell you how fucking proud I am, slave."

She inhaled sharply, her brain clearly buzzing with images of what he was about to do to her.

"I will reward you richly now, but it will be on my terms."

She said nothing, merely waiting. Coming to a decision, he bent down and caressed her cheek softly.

"Stay there, slave," he said gently before walking across the room to a set of furniture he had longed to try out with her. Tonight she would get to feel the true power of machines. His cock twitched at the mere thought of how she would be screaming before long.

He readied the apparatus before walking back to her. The leash was hanging from her collar, and he grabbed it, coaxing her wordlessly to crawl across the floor, following him. He pulled her to her feet, standing close behind her as she inspected the setup. He felt her body shuddering as she looked from the comfortable divan to the machine standing provocably displayed, its intended use quite obvious.

"What do you think, slave?" He crooned softly, his arms coming around her waist, pulling her close.

She seemed to be struggling with words. "You will use that on me?" She asked, slightly breathless.

He delivered a hard smack to her ass, making her yelp in surprise. "Now slave, check your manners."

"Sorry master," she replied instantly. "Are you going to use that machine on me, master?"

"That's fucking right, slave." He said softly, kissing her throat gently, his lips sealing briefly on her skin. "Tonight, you will experience a true double penetration for the first time."

Things are getting exciting for them both, eh? Or nay? Any feedback is appreciated. *Wink* Thank you so much for reading.

As you can probably tell, I am studying hard. Learning a massive amount in a very short amount of time. Nearly fried my brain the other night. Lol!

Fun behind the scenes fact: I use my phone a lot at work when dealing with costumers, and I have to constantly be careful about hiding all my research away from their curious eyes when I open my browser (the amount of windows I have open on this subject is only slightly worrying). I'd like to think that the challenge keeps my mind sharp.

-Pancakes