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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"So, what's your name?" I ask out of pure boredom. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Sean."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, Sean. Why me?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"First, you will refer to me as sir. Second, why not you?" he answers. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Probably because I'm ordinary and entirely average. You could have picked any other girl from the street. I'm nothing special so I don't understand," I say honestly. I'm curious as to why he picked me out of everyone. "Sir," I add sarcastically./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe smirks and folds his hands in his lap, waiting to make sure I'm finished speaking. "You are anything but ordinary, Lily. Put yourself down again and see what happens. It absolutely will not be tolerated in my presence. You will only speak of yourself highly, no exceptions. Understood?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI nod my head slowly, not trying to piss him off. I do not want to be handcuffed to this bed again. I want to get answers. The only way to do that is to give him what he wants, even if it is nauseating. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Now that that's been established, why were you in that alleyway last night? I saw you there the night before as well. What's the fascination with that place?" he questions./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I don't know. I ended up there by accident last night. The night before, I was out exploring the city and found the door and thought it was odd. Why would there be a random door in an alley? Where did it go? It seemed super secretive, like an old speakeasy or something." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe chuckles at the last part. "A speakeasy? Seriously?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI shrug my shoulders. "It was the first thing I thought of when I found it. You've got to admit it is a bit odd and out of place."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You have a point there. I guess you figured out that it isn't quite that though, right?" he says with eyebrows raised./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Wait. What? That's where I am?" It makes sense. I was standing at the door when I was grabbed last night. It definitely isn't what I was imagining. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe smiles as the realization sets in on my face. "Yes, ma'am. You happened to stumble upon my residence. I prefer my privacy, so when you were right outside my door twice, I needed to figure out why that was. I didn't really count on it being because you got lost honestly." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What can I say? I have an impeccable sense of direction," I say with an eyeroll. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, smartass. Keep it up," he taunts. One corner of his lips curls slightly, while he narrows his eyes. He looks dangerous, like there's something dark and untamable below the surface. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No, thank you. I choose life. At least for now," I say, grinning brightly at him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Good girl. That's definitely the safer choice," he growls. "I am going to go get some food. Behave while I'm gone, and I'll answer more of your questions when I return."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanUgh, great. Now I get to sit in this boring room by myself. There's not even a window in here! There's a book on the nightstand, and it's the only thing even halfway interesting in the room. I scoot over and pick it up, glancing at the cover. There is a blurred out red flower, cupped in delicate hands. Female hands. "The Art of Sex?" I toss it back to the nightstand, disgusted. Who would want to read about that? That makes sex sound like work or science or some combination. Shaking my head, I look around the room again. There really is absolutely nothing in here. I sigh and lay back on the bed, exhausted. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI must have drifted off, as I'm startled when I hear the door creak open. I rub my eyes and focus on the door. Sean quickly closes and locks it tight. No chance of escape at the moment. emI really need to come up with an escape plan/em, I think. emThere are no windows and only the one door. I'm sure it's guarded too./em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hungry? I brought tacos! And some cheap tequila?" he sounds uncertain for the first time. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What if I don't like tacos? Or tequila?" I question with eyebrows raised. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"More for me then, I guess," he says as he shrugs his broad shoulders. "Doesn't hurt my feelings any." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hey, hey, hey," I squeal, scooting across the bed as quick as possible. "Save some for me! I didn't say that I don't like them!" He smirks as I plant myself on the very edge of the bed. I reach over and pluck the taco out of his hand, right as he opens his mouth to take the first bite. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What the fuck? Give me back my taco, you brat!" he yells, pushing himself out of the chair and taking a step toward me. I stare at him for a moment, not sure if he is being playful or completely serious. I give him a fake pout and jump backwards on the bed before taking a huge bite of it./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"My taco now, loser!" I squeal again as he launches himself onto the bed. My free hand is suddenly restrained with his, and he's reaching for the taco with the other hand. I squirm to keep him from reaching it, but there's not much I can do with only one hand and a giant on top of me. He's chuckling now, so I assume I'm safe and he has a decent sense of humor. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Here," he says, as he takes the food from me. "Open up, princess." His whole demeanor changes as he brings the taco to my lips. I take a bite hesitantly, not sure what's going on. "Now the rest is mine," he grins as he devours the rest of it and returns to his chair. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI lay on my back, hands on my stomach, trying to breathe regularly. emHoly hell. What just happened?/em I shake my head and raise up. "You stole my taco," I say with as much of a grin as I can muster. I feel lightheaded. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No. I stole MY taco back, you thief," he chuckles as he picks up a shot glass. "Tequila? I've got salt and a lime as well, if you please." He throws back a shot, barely wincing. No salt. No lime. What kind of monster is this guy? /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Sure. But with salt and lime, please. I also want a taco of my very own, master." I roll my eyes, then glance at him. Something dark flashes across those gorgeous eyes, like storm clouds brewing. It's menacing, yet has a strange luring effect. I want to see them up close. In just a couple blinks, the storm is gone and Sean regains composure. The mask slips back into place./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter three or four shots and several more tacos, I'm feeling a bit more relaxed. I've sprawled out across the bed, watching him from the corner of my eye. He seems to be in deep thought now. It's probably best not to disturb him, but my curiosity is getting the best of me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Soooooo…. What exactly am I here for?" I decide to ask the question that's been burning in my brain. "Also, I want another shot."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What do you mean? I already told you what you're here for. You're here to submit to my fantasies and revel in your own. It's pretty simple really," he says as he fills the shot glass again. "When you decide you are ready, we will begin our lessons. From there, we can talk more about exploration and what it is that you truly desire. You'll find that I'm a very accommodating man."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Lessons? What lessons?" I narrow my eyes, not liking the sounds of this. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Do your ears not work? You obviously need training in being submissive. Being ema/em submissive actually. Much different. There is extensive training to be done when you are ready. If you have any questions, I will be glad to answer them." He pauses to gauge my reaction and wait for any objections. When he is satisfied that there are no current objections, he continues. "I am interested in your darkest and deepest fantasies, if you are willing to share them with me." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Another shot, if you would be so kind?" I'm starting to feel buzzed and really should hold off on anymore liquor. It kills the nerves though, and that's exactly what I need right now. This conversation is about to get intense. I down the shot and hand the glass back to Sean. "I don't want to share my fantasies, but I do want to know what you expect of me. If I am going to be stuck here indefinitely, I might as well know what I'm supposed to be doing." I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I'm not sure if it's the liquor, anger, or a tad bit of lust. Likely a combination of the three. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe rises from his chair, walks to the bed, and positions himself beside me, reclined against the wooden headboard. "If we are going to talk, I might as well get comfortable. Sounds like I'm going to be here a while," he shrugs. I can feel the heat radiating from him. Lust is definitely a part of the heat. "Is there something in particular that you have questions about?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Actually, yes. What I have on is my only outfit. That seems a bit problematic," I say. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Well, obviously you'll just be naked all the time," he says completely straight faced. When I start to object, he chuckles. "We will get you some clothes. I will choose your outfits for our training sessions. At other times, you will be allowed to choose your own clothes. You will not be allowed to wear anything risqué or any part of our training outfits outside of that room. The only exception to that will be your collar. It will be worn at all times except when showering. Understood?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes. Understood," I say sheepishly. I'm not sure how I feel about having my clothing picked out for me./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, what?" he demands, using a stern voice for the first time./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, Sean?" I question, genuinely confused. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No. The correct response is 'yes, sir'," he chides. His eyes are locked on mine, holding my gaze. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Oh. Umm…. Yes, sir?" I manage, barely able to force the words past my lips. It feels as though the words were ripped from my throat, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth but butterflies in my stomach./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You'll get better as time goes on. It will become easier to say as we progress through our lessons and you become comfortable with me," he reassures me. "Good girl, though. Thank you." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, so you will pick my outfits for lessons, and I have to refer to you as sir. What else do I need to know?" I'm genuinely curious now. I have a decent buzz going and I'm feeling a bit braver. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You will not refer to anyone else as sir. Or daddy. That will come later," he says with a wink. I feel the heat rising again. This is embarrassing. emI'm not about to call this man daddy,/em I think with an eye roll. "You'll come to enjoy that one as well, don't worry." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Whatever you say, I guess. Seems a little weird to me," I say under my breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Would you like to repeat that, princess?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Absolutely not," I say, glancing down at the bed, avoiding all eye contact. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"That's what I thought. Now, behave or we can have our first lesson right now," he threatens. After a pause, he continues. "You will be required to come up with a safe word. That word can be used to stop whatever we are doing immediately. If you are hurt, scared, uncomfortable, or just extremely overwhelmed and need me to stop, use that word and I will stop. We will talk about what's going on and go from there. You are not ever expected to do anything you do not wish to do. You will be my submissive, but you will also retain some control over the situation. Do you understand?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, sir." I nod and look at him. He's staring holes through my head. His gaze is so intense that it's almost uncomfortable, like he can see straight through me. I turn and sit cross legged, facing him now. "Do you have fantasies of hurting people? Sexually, I mean."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I do have fantasies that involve some pain. Whips, clamps, those kinds of things. It isn't only pain though. There is pleasure involved with those devices as well. That's the main goal. I want to please you. Take you places you've never even imagined possible," he says, voice low. There's fire in his eyes now. I look away before I even have a chance to get burned. There's no doubt this man is dangerous. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"As with any agreement, there will be legalities. You will be required to read and sign a contract with me. We will go over each section in detail. If you have any objections, we can negotiate and come to a new agreement that is suitable to both parties. There are nonnegotiable aspects as well. We will come to that in a few days. My lawyers are currently creating the contract for us. In the meantime, I will not touch you. We will just get to know each other and see where our discussions lead us. If you are forthcoming about what you want, this arrangement will go much smoother." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, I think I can handle that. The contract doesn't sound too menacing, especially if you are open to changes on it. Could I get some books to read in the meantime? If I am going to be stuck in this room, I could use some entertainment. Also, I would really like to take a shower. Could I borrow some of your clothes until mine can be washed and returned to me?" I want nothing more than a shower and some space to clear my head. This has been so much to take in. "Wait… I didn't even see a bathroom anywhere. I can't be kept in here with no bathroom at all!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Calm down. There is a bathroom in here. Follow me. And no, you cannot borrow my clothes. They would swallow you whole. However, I will send Alex out to get you some clothes. Until then, I do have a spare robe you can borrow. It's the best I can do for now," he says as he gets up off the bed. He walks across the room and presses his hand against the wall. A door slowly opens to his left, revealing a huge bathroom. It has an open double shower, huge jetted tub, double sinks, and tons of storage area. This is the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. It's nearly as big as the bedroom! The walls, floor, and shower are matte black. The tub and countertops are a deep purple, giving the perfect accent to the room. It's absolutely gorgeous. "We will need to get your handprint into the system so you have access to this room any time you wish. The closet is the same way. I'll show you where it is later this evening. Enjoy your shower. I will leave the robe on your bed." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWith that, he leaves me on my own to explore the bathroom. After finding shampoo, conditioner, razors, body wash, and the other necessities in the cabinet under the sink, I step into the shower. The rainfall shower head is magnificent. The water pressure and temperature are perfect. This was exactly what I needed. The hot water running from the top of my head and down my back is mesmerizing. I'm finally able to relax. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAbout the time I feel fully relaxed, I hear a low growl. "Damn, Lily," he sighs. "You look fucking amazing." I jump at the sound of his voice. I didn't even hear him come back in. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Can't a girl get some privacy?! I'm trying to shower!" I scream at him, covering my body the best I can. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"When you look like that? Absolutely not. Might have to add that one to the contract actually. Holy fuck," he says as a deep rumble escapes his chest. He leans against the counter, watching my every move, arms crossed. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Fine," I say with a huge sigh. I turn around, facing the water now. If I can't see him, maybe I can forget that he is here and go back to enjoying my shower, at least until the hot water runs out. I could get used to these super long showers though. The hot water at hotels never lasts nearly long enough. As I run my fingers through my hair, I can hear him muttering to himself across the room. "Speak up if you're talking to me. I can't hear you over the water," I say as I glance over my shoulder at him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"He better hurry up with that damned contract," he growls as he storms from the room. He presses his hand to the wall as he leaves, closing the door behind him. Wait…. Fuck no! I can't get out of here if he closes the door! Damn it!/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI leave the shower as quick as I can without busting my ass, leaving the water running and all. "Hey! I can't get out of here, idiot! Come back!" I scream as I make my way to the door, hoping he is still inside the bedroom. I pound my fist against the door, making as much noise as possible. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanJust as I'm about to give up, the door clicks and starts to slide open. Beyond pissed off that he left me locked in the bathroom, I'm ready to fight as soon as the door opens enough to see his face. Instead, his hands are cupping my face and his lips crash into mine before I can get out the first word. I'm completely frozen in place, not at all sure how to react. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBefore I realize it, my hands are on his arms, causing my towel to drop to the floor. He is nibbling at my bottom lip and pushing into me, causing me to take steps backward. As I feel the water against the bottom of my feet, his hands find their way to my hips. He grips them so hard it nearly hurts, causing me to gasp. When I do, he fills my mouth with his tongue, exploring. A small whimper escapes my throat and he smiles into the kiss. He breaks the kiss to grab me under my thighs, pulling me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He gently presses my back against the cold wall of the shower. His clothes are completely soaked now, but he seems not to notice. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis hands are on my hips again, pulling my body into his. He nudges my head with his face, tilting it to the side to gain access to my neck. I let out a whimper as he bites down instead of kissing it like I had expected. It sends shivers down my spine and goosebumps across my skin. I feel him smirk against my neck, lightly kissing the spot he just bit. He kisses across my collar bone to my shoulder, then back up my neck, causing me to arch my back and tilt my head back against the wall./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis left hand is still firmly planted on my hip, but his right hand has crept up my side, leaving a trail of heat, immediately followed by goosebumps. I feel like my body is on fire and being dunked in ice water simultaneously. He cups my breast in his hand, squeezing lightly. His fingers move to roll my nipple between them as a moan escapes my lips. I feel his eyes on me, watching my every reaction, gauging how to move forward. He pulls back, moving his hand back to my hip, then lowers his forehead to mine. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter a quick peck, his expression darkens, bringing the fire back to his eyes. "Tell me to stop and I will," he says. "I don't want to do anything to you if that isn't what you want." He studies my eyes, gazes locked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Are you kidding me right now?! Did you not feel how my body was reacting to your touch? Ugh men are such idiots!" I say, nearly offended at the pause in action. I must admit, it is sweet of him to stop and ask for consent. The level of respect there is greatly appreciated. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No, baby girl. I am not kidding with you in the slightest. Respect and consent are crucial to this working for us," he says as he eases me back to the floor and takes a step back. "I will not touch you without your consent. Ever. I apologize for what just happened."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No apology necessary. I was just as much a part of that as you were. However," I say, taking a step toward him before running my finger down his wet shirt. "I want you to touch me. I want you to please me, have your way with me." I grasp the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off. My eyes graze over his chest as I bite my lip at the sight. "Touch me," I repeat. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBefore I can take another breath, I am backed up against the wall again, his mouth on mine. There's a hunger there now that wasn't present with the last kiss. He bites my bottom lip, then lightly licks the wound. Both hands are on my breasts, massaging them as his hips push against me. "As you wish, princess," he breathes against my lips. His right hand moves to my side as he kisses down my neck again. He stops to nibble the area between my neck and shoulder as I sigh. Kissing down my collar bone, across to the other one, all while rolling my nipple with the fingers of his left hand. He tugs it roughly as he kisses around the other one, teasing me. Finally, he flicks his tongue across my nipple, sending a shockwave to my core. Pulling it into his mouth, he caresses my side and other nipple. As he sucks it and flicks his tongue across it, I can feel the tension building deep within my body. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe releases that one and immediately gives my other nipple the same treatment while digging his fingers into my hip. I try to push his head away, which only causes him to lightly bite down on it. "No, ma'am," he smirks. "You asked me to touch you. I am going to touch you everywhere, in every way." He sucks it gently, soothing the tender area before releasing it and kissing down my stomach and across my hips. He kisses his way back up my body to my mouth. "Do you want me, Lily?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI glare at him, unwilling to say the words. I'm not sure why, but the words don't come easy, even though I do want him. It feels like begging, and I am not okay with that. The defiance must be visible in my eyes because he chuckles softly. "That's okay," he says with a smile. "You'll admit it before this is over. You will have to tell me you want me before I let you finish." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemYeah, right, /emI think. emYou can't keep me from finishing if I choose to. My body kinda does its own thing when I get to that point./em I smirk at his confidence. "Okay, Mr. Hotshot. If you say so."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Put your hands behind your back and do not move them until I say otherwise," he demands. I do as he says, feeling the cold marble along my arms. He kisses me lightly as he grazes his fingers from hip to hip, dragging his fingernails against my skin. "Good girl," he praises. After one final pass with the fingernails, he runs his fingers down one thigh and back up the other. I move my hand up to his face, caressing him gently. He roughly pins that wrist against the wall. "Hands behind your back," he growls. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanSmirking, I move the other hand to his chest, which also gets pinned to the wall immediately. "You can't keep me from touching you, sir. That's not how this works," I smart off. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Is that right? Don't move," he says as he releases my hands and leaves the room. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What the actual fuck?" I say, pouting to myself. I move into the stream of hot water again. Might as well warm up while he's gone. My body is aching for his touch, missing his hands and mouth already. He clears his throat as he comes back into the room. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I thought I told you not to move," he states as his glare fixes on me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I was freezing! You got me all hot and bothered and then left!" I raise my voice to him. Hands on my hips, I'm in full pout mode now. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, okay," he holds his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll let this one slide. Now turn around." I turn to face the wall as he smacks my ass, making me jump. I turn my head to glare at him but decide it's probably best to keep my mouth shut for now. He gently takes one wrist, then the other, putting them behind my back again. I feel the cold metal against my skin and realize I'm being handcuffed just as the cuffs click into place. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hey! That isn't fair," I pout. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Life isn't fair, sweetheart. I told you to keep them behind your back and you chose not to do that. Now the choice is being made for you," he says as he spins me around and pushes me into the wall again. I roll my eyes as I give in, not like I have any say so in it now. He leans down and kisses each nipple while running his hands from my thighs, up my sides, and back down. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanGently, he slides his knee in between mine, spreading them slightly. "Do you want me?" he asks once more. I glare into his eyes, mouth set, refusing to answer him. "Still not going to answer me, huh? Fine. We'll get there," he says as he runs his fingers up and down the outside of my pussy. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI'm getting more and more turned on as he teases me. Inside, I'm dying for him to fuck me, but I'll never say it out loud. I've just got to wait it out until he can't stand it anymore. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe spreads my legs a bit more, then slides his fingers between my lips, feeling my excitement. "Mmmm," he moans. "You're so wet, baby." Slowly, he drags his fingers up and down, feeling every inch. I let out a harsh breath, welcoming the touch. He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting. "You taste so damn sweet. I can't wait to eat you up," he says as he returns his fingers. He quickly finds my clit and slowly rubs up and down, touching lightly. His mouth goes back to my nipple yet again, sucking as he starts to rub small circles around my clit. My body is grinding against his fingers, pushing my breast into his mouth harder. He slides one finger inside me as I moan. He adds another finger and brings his thumb to my clit. His fingers pump in and out of me in a perfect rhythm, speeding up and slowing back down. I feel my core begin to tighten. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemFuck, fuck, fuck. /emI'm going to cum and he has barely even touched me. He smirks as he feels the difference in my body. "Gonna say it yet?" I shake my head vigorously. He instantly removes his fingers from my pussy, leaving me throbbing and unsatisfied. emI was right on the edge, damn him./em He shrugs and drops to his knees. He pulls my thighs up over his shoulders. He smacks my ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, then rubs it before smacking again. I whimper with each contact, biting my lip to keep the sound from being too loud. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe wraps his arms around my thighs, then kisses from the top of my pussy all the way down and back up again. Smirking up at me, he buries his face in me, licking up every drop of excitement, swirling his tongue around my clit. He pulls me into his face, hitting every sensitive spot. My hips are grinding against his face as I'm climbing closer to the peak. He spanks me before slipping two fingers back inside me. With his fingers curling and flexing while his tongue caresses my clit, I feel the climax building. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe adds a third finger, pushing me over the edge. My head tilts back against the wall, hands straining against the cuffs, feeling the start of relief. He quickly removes his fingers and pulls his face back, placing my feet back on the ground. My head is spinning as I realize what just happened. I was already over the edge and he ruined the release! I slide to the floor in utter disbelief, left aching. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Perfect," he says as he stands up. "I asked you a question and explained that you will not get relief until you answer that question. Believe me now?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, sir," I say quietly, looking up at him. My body is still on fire from his touch and all I want is to feel him again. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Good. Now, open your mouth like a good girl," he instructs, stripping his pants off as he finally shuts the water off. He peels his boxers off, freeing his shaft. My eyes widen slightly, not expecting his dick to be emthat/em big. Suddenly I'm feeling a bit insecure and not even sure if I can handle him, if I'm being honest with myself. "Hey," he draws my attention back to his face. "Are you okay?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Umm…. Yeah, I'm good. I think," I stammer in response. "Just not so confident in my blowjob skills all of a sudden." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe chuckles at this. "I'm sure you will do just fine. Take your time. If ever you are uncomfortable or don't want to continue, all you have to do is say so. We will stop immediately, no questions asked. Understood?" He's suddenly very serious, locking my gaze with his piercing stare. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI nod slowly. "Yes, sir. Understood. Thank you for that." I scoot forward a bit, still on my knees, ready to please him now. I look up at him as he slips the head of his dick past my lips and onto my tongue. He sighs and wraps his hands up in my hair as I create small circles on his underside with my tongue. It doesn't take long before my insecurities are forgotten and I'm only concentrating on getting him off. His hands tighten in my hair as I open my throat and wrap my lips tightly around his base. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Fuck. You were worried about those skills? Damn," he groans, thrusting into my mouth. I'm eager to please him now, nearly high on the praise he's giving me. I've never really enjoyed giving head before this moment. His shaft slips down my throat again, but this time he pushes my head harder into him. He's nearly at his climax, being rougher with every stroke now. His breathing comes in hard pants as he tries to regain control. One last deep stroke and he is filling my mouth with his release, hands so tight in my hair it's painful. I look up at him as I swallow, enjoying every second. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe gently tugs my hair as I stand to face him, confidence fully restored. "Very good girl," he praises gently. "Do you think you can do as you're told now?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAt this point, this man could tell me to cut my own leg off with a toothbrush and I would figure it out. I am dying for release and would do nearly anything to get it. "Yes, sir," I confirm. "I can do as I am told." He turns me around and quickly releases me from the cuffs. I rub my wrists, noticing the slight red marks there. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Good. Now go get dressed," he says, as he smacks my ass lightly. "Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes and I am starving." He takes a step toward the door, pausing when I don't follow after him. "I thought you were going to do as you were told?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShocked at the fact that he is thinking of anything but sex right now, I bite my lip to keep from going off. I'm still completely unsatisfied and he knows it. "Technically, I said I emcan /emdo as I'm told. Not one time did I ever said that I would," I spit back at him with as much venom as I can muster. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanA sly grin creeps from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, is that right? You do realize that remark just earned you a punishment, correct? Though I do love the wit, it cannot go unchecked." He pauses to gauge my reaction to his threat. "I'll deal with your bratty side later. For now, get dressed and I will be back in 15 minutes to escort you to dinner." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI don't move for a few moments, debating on how I want to proceed with the evening. I'm ungodly levels of pissed off right now. emAlso slightly aroused from this exchange,/em my inner voice pipes up. Rolling my eyes, I decide it better to go along with his plan and not accumulate anymore punishments before my first day here is finished. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI roll my eyes, stepping past him and into the bedroom. To my surprise, the closet is opened and there is a full wardrobe now. Shirts, pants, dresses, and skirts in every color you could imagine. He also bought shoes, watches, and headbands. I do notice that all the clothes are solid colors though. No patterns or designs on anything. How boring. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Please go so I can get dressed in peace," I say over my shoulder, not looking in his direction. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"As you wish, princess," he counters, closing the bedroom door behind him quietly. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"So, what's your name?" I ask out of pure boredom. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Sean."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, Sean. Why me?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"First, you will refer to me as sir. Second, why not you?" he answers. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Probably because I'm ordinary and entirely average. You could have picked any other girl from the street. I'm nothing special so I don't understand," I say honestly. I'm curious as to why he picked me out of everyone. "Sir," I add sarcastically./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe smirks and folds his hands in his lap, waiting to make sure I'm finished speaking. "You are anything but ordinary, Lily. Put yourself down again and see what happens. It absolutely will not be tolerated in my presence. You will only speak of yourself highly, no exceptions. Understood?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI nod my head slowly, not trying to piss him off. I do not want to be handcuffed to this bed again. I want to get answers. The only way to do that is to give him what he wants, even if it is nauseating. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Now that that's been established, why were you in that alleyway last night? I saw you there the night before as well. What's the fascination with that place?" he questions./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I don't know. I ended up there by accident last night. The night before, I was out exploring the city and found the door and thought it was odd. Why would there be a random door in an alley? Where did it go? It seemed super secretive, like an old speakeasy or something." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe chuckles at the last part. "A speakeasy? Seriously?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI shrug my shoulders. "It was the first thing I thought of when I found it. You've got to admit it is a bit odd and out of place."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You have a point there. I guess you figured out that it isn't quite that though, right?" he says with eyebrows raised./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Wait. What? That's where I am?" It makes sense. I was standing at the door when I was grabbed last night. It definitely isn't what I was imagining. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe smiles as the realization sets in on my face. "Yes, ma'am. You happened to stumble upon my residence. I prefer my privacy, so when you were right outside my door twice, I needed to figure out why that was. I didn't really count on it being because you got lost honestly." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What can I say? I have an impeccable sense of direction," I say with an eyeroll. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, smartass. Keep it up," he taunts. One corner of his lips curls slightly, while he narrows his eyes. He looks dangerous, like there's something dark and untamable below the surface. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No, thank you. I choose life. At least for now," I say, grinning brightly at him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Good girl. That's definitely the safer choice," he growls. "I am going to go get some food. Behave while I'm gone, and I'll answer more of your questions when I return."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanUgh, great. Now I get to sit in this boring room by myself. There's not even a window in here! There's a book on the nightstand, and it's the only thing even halfway interesting in the room. I scoot over and pick it up, glancing at the cover. There is a blurred out red flower, cupped in delicate hands. Female hands. "The Art of Sex?" I toss it back to the nightstand, disgusted. Who would want to read about that? That makes sex sound like work or science or some combination. Shaking my head, I look around the room again. There really is absolutely nothing in here. I sigh and lay back on the bed, exhausted. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI must have drifted off, as I'm startled when I hear the door creak open. I rub my eyes and focus on the door. Sean quickly closes and locks it tight. No chance of escape at the moment. emI really need to come up with an escape plan/em, I think. emThere are no windows and only the one door. I'm sure it's guarded too./em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hungry? I brought tacos! And some cheap tequila?" he sounds uncertain for the first time. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What if I don't like tacos? Or tequila?" I question with eyebrows raised. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"More for me then, I guess," he says as he shrugs his broad shoulders. "Doesn't hurt my feelings any." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hey, hey, hey," I squeal, scooting across the bed as quick as possible. "Save some for me! I didn't say that I don't like them!" He smirks as I plant myself on the very edge of the bed. I reach over and pluck the taco out of his hand, right as he opens his mouth to take the first bite. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What the fuck? Give me back my taco, you brat!" he yells, pushing himself out of the chair and taking a step toward me. I stare at him for a moment, not sure if he is being playful or completely serious. I give him a fake pout and jump backwards on the bed before taking a huge bite of it./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"My taco now, loser!" I squeal again as he launches himself onto the bed. My free hand is suddenly restrained with his, and he's reaching for the taco with the other hand. I squirm to keep him from reaching it, but there's not much I can do with only one hand and a giant on top of me. He's chuckling now, so I assume I'm safe and he has a decent sense of humor. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Here," he says, as he takes the food from me. "Open up, princess." His whole demeanor changes as he brings the taco to my lips. I take a bite hesitantly, not sure what's going on. "Now the rest is mine," he grins as he devours the rest of it and returns to his chair. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI lay on my back, hands on my stomach, trying to breathe regularly. emHoly hell. What just happened?/em I shake my head and raise up. "You stole my taco," I say with as much of a grin as I can muster. I feel lightheaded. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No. I stole MY taco back, you thief," he chuckles as he picks up a shot glass. "Tequila? I've got salt and a lime as well, if you please." He throws back a shot, barely wincing. No salt. No lime. What kind of monster is this guy? /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Sure. But with salt and lime, please. I also want a taco of my very own, master." I roll my eyes, then glance at him. Something dark flashes across those gorgeous eyes, like storm clouds brewing. It's menacing, yet has a strange luring effect. I want to see them up close. In just a couple blinks, the storm is gone and Sean regains composure. The mask slips back into place./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter three or four shots and several more tacos, I'm feeling a bit more relaxed. I've sprawled out across the bed, watching him from the corner of my eye. He seems to be in deep thought now. It's probably best not to disturb him, but my curiosity is getting the best of me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Soooooo…. What exactly am I here for?" I decide to ask the question that's been burning in my brain. "Also, I want another shot."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What do you mean? I already told you what you're here for. You're here to submit to my fantasies and revel in your own. It's pretty simple really," he says as he fills the shot glass again. "When you decide you are ready, we will begin our lessons. From there, we can talk more about exploration and what it is that you truly desire. You'll find that I'm a very accommodating man."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Lessons? What lessons?" I narrow my eyes, not liking the sounds of this. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Do your ears not work? You obviously need training in being submissive. Being ema/em submissive actually. Much different. There is extensive training to be done when you are ready. If you have any questions, I will be glad to answer them." He pauses to gauge my reaction and wait for any objections. When he is satisfied that there are no current objections, he continues. "I am interested in your darkest and deepest fantasies, if you are willing to share them with me." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Another shot, if you would be so kind?" I'm starting to feel buzzed and really should hold off on anymore liquor. It kills the nerves though, and that's exactly what I need right now. This conversation is about to get intense. I down the shot and hand the glass back to Sean. "I don't want to share my fantasies, but I do want to know what you expect of me. If I am going to be stuck here indefinitely, I might as well know what I'm supposed to be doing." I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I'm not sure if it's the liquor, anger, or a tad bit of lust. Likely a combination of the three. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe rises from his chair, walks to the bed, and positions himself beside me, reclined against the wooden headboard. "If we are going to talk, I might as well get comfortable. Sounds like I'm going to be here a while," he shrugs. I can feel the heat radiating from him. Lust is definitely a part of the heat. "Is there something in particular that you have questions about?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Actually, yes. What I have on is my only outfit. That seems a bit problematic," I say. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Well, obviously you'll just be naked all the time," he says completely straight faced. When I start to object, he chuckles. "We will get you some clothes. I will choose your outfits for our training sessions. At other times, you will be allowed to choose your own clothes. You will not be allowed to wear anything risqué or any part of our training outfits outside of that room. The only exception to that will be your collar. It will be worn at all times except when showering. Understood?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes. Understood," I say sheepishly. I'm not sure how I feel about having my clothing picked out for me./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, what?" he demands, using a stern voice for the first time./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, Sean?" I question, genuinely confused. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No. The correct response is 'yes, sir'," he chides. His eyes are locked on mine, holding my gaze. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Oh. Umm…. Yes, sir?" I manage, barely able to force the words past my lips. It feels as though the words were ripped from my throat, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth but butterflies in my stomach./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You'll get better as time goes on. It will become easier to say as we progress through our lessons and you become comfortable with me," he reassures me. "Good girl, though. Thank you." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, so you will pick my outfits for lessons, and I have to refer to you as sir. What else do I need to know?" I'm genuinely curious now. I have a decent buzz going and I'm feeling a bit braver. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You will not refer to anyone else as sir. Or daddy. That will come later," he says with a wink. I feel the heat rising again. This is embarrassing. emI'm not about to call this man daddy,/em I think with an eye roll. "You'll come to enjoy that one as well, don't worry." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Whatever you say, I guess. Seems a little weird to me," I say under my breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Would you like to repeat that, princess?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Absolutely not," I say, glancing down at the bed, avoiding all eye contact. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"That's what I thought. Now, behave or we can have our first lesson right now," he threatens. After a pause, he continues. "You will be required to come up with a safe word. That word can be used to stop whatever we are doing immediately. If you are hurt, scared, uncomfortable, or just extremely overwhelmed and need me to stop, use that word and I will stop. We will talk about what's going on and go from there. You are not ever expected to do anything you do not wish to do. You will be my submissive, but you will also retain some control over the situation. Do you understand?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, sir." I nod and look at him. He's staring holes through my head. His gaze is so intense that it's almost uncomfortable, like he can see straight through me. I turn and sit cross legged, facing him now. "Do you have fantasies of hurting people? Sexually, I mean."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I do have fantasies that involve some pain. Whips, clamps, those kinds of things. It isn't only pain though. There is pleasure involved with those devices as well. That's the main goal. I want to please you. Take you places you've never even imagined possible," he says, voice low. There's fire in his eyes now. I look away before I even have a chance to get burned. There's no doubt this man is dangerous. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"As with any agreement, there will be legalities. You will be required to read and sign a contract with me. We will go over each section in detail. If you have any objections, we can negotiate and come to a new agreement that is suitable to both parties. There are nonnegotiable aspects as well. We will come to that in a few days. My lawyers are currently creating the contract for us. In the meantime, I will not touch you. We will just get to know each other and see where our discussions lead us. If you are forthcoming about what you want, this arrangement will go much smoother." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, I think I can handle that. The contract doesn't sound too menacing, especially if you are open to changes on it. Could I get some books to read in the meantime? If I am going to be stuck in this room, I could use some entertainment. Also, I would really like to take a shower. Could I borrow some of your clothes until mine can be washed and returned to me?" I want nothing more than a shower and some space to clear my head. This has been so much to take in. "Wait… I didn't even see a bathroom anywhere. I can't be kept in here with no bathroom at all!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Calm down. There is a bathroom in here. Follow me. And no, you cannot borrow my clothes. They would swallow you whole. However, I will send Alex out to get you some clothes. Until then, I do have a spare robe you can borrow. It's the best I can do for now," he says as he gets up off the bed. He walks across the room and presses his hand against the wall. A door slowly opens to his left, revealing a huge bathroom. It has an open double shower, huge jetted tub, double sinks, and tons of storage area. This is the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. It's nearly as big as the bedroom! The walls, floor, and shower are matte black. The tub and countertops are a deep purple, giving the perfect accent to the room. It's absolutely gorgeous. "We will need to get your handprint into the system so you have access to this room any time you wish. The closet is the same way. I'll show you where it is later this evening. Enjoy your shower. I will leave the robe on your bed." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWith that, he leaves me on my own to explore the bathroom. After finding shampoo, conditioner, razors, body wash, and the other necessities in the cabinet under the sink, I step into the shower. The rainfall shower head is magnificent. The water pressure and temperature are perfect. This was exactly what I needed. The hot water running from the top of my head and down my back is mesmerizing. I'm finally able to relax. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAbout the time I feel fully relaxed, I hear a low growl. "Damn, Lily," he sighs. "You look fucking amazing." I jump at the sound of his voice. I didn't even hear him come back in. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Can't a girl get some privacy?! I'm trying to shower!" I scream at him, covering my body the best I can. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"When you look like that? Absolutely not. Might have to add that one to the contract actually. Holy fuck," he says as a deep rumble escapes his chest. He leans against the counter, watching my every move, arms crossed. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Fine," I say with a huge sigh. I turn around, facing the water now. If I can't see him, maybe I can forget that he is here and go back to enjoying my shower, at least until the hot water runs out. I could get used to these super long showers though. The hot water at hotels never lasts nearly long enough. As I run my fingers through my hair, I can hear him muttering to himself across the room. "Speak up if you're talking to me. I can't hear you over the water," I say as I glance over my shoulder at him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"He better hurry up with that damned contract," he growls as he storms from the room. He presses his hand to the wall as he leaves, closing the door behind him. Wait…. Fuck no! I can't get out of here if he closes the door! Damn it!/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI leave the shower as quick as I can without busting my ass, leaving the water running and all. "Hey! I can't get out of here, idiot! Come back!" I scream as I make my way to the door, hoping he is still inside the bedroom. I pound my fist against the door, making as much noise as possible. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanJust as I'm about to give up, the door clicks and starts to slide open. Beyond pissed off that he left me locked in the bathroom, I'm ready to fight as soon as the door opens enough to see his face. Instead, his hands are cupping my face and his lips crash into mine before I can get out the first word. I'm completely frozen in place, not at all sure how to react. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBefore I realize it, my hands are on his arms, causing my towel to drop to the floor. He is nibbling at my bottom lip and pushing into me, causing me to take steps backward. As I feel the water against the bottom of my feet, his hands find their way to my hips. He grips them so hard it nearly hurts, causing me to gasp. When I do, he fills my mouth with his tongue, exploring. A small whimper escapes my throat and he smiles into the kiss. He breaks the kiss to grab me under my thighs, pulling me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He gently presses my back against the cold wall of the shower. His clothes are completely soaked now, but he seems not to notice. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis hands are on my hips again, pulling my body into his. He nudges my head with his face, tilting it to the side to gain access to my neck. I let out a whimper as he bites down instead of kissing it like I had expected. It sends shivers down my spine and goosebumps across my skin. I feel him smirk against my neck, lightly kissing the spot he just bit. He kisses across my collar bone to my shoulder, then back up my neck, causing me to arch my back and tilt my head back against the wall./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis left hand is still firmly planted on my hip, but his right hand has crept up my side, leaving a trail of heat, immediately followed by goosebumps. I feel like my body is on fire and being dunked in ice water simultaneously. He cups my breast in his hand, squeezing lightly. His fingers move to roll my nipple between them as a moan escapes my lips. I feel his eyes on me, watching my every reaction, gauging how to move forward. He pulls back, moving his hand back to my hip, then lowers his forehead to mine. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter a quick peck, his expression darkens, bringing the fire back to his eyes. "Tell me to stop and I will," he says. "I don't want to do anything to you if that isn't what you want." He studies my eyes, gazes locked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Are you kidding me right now?! Did you not feel how my body was reacting to your touch? Ugh men are such idiots!" I say, nearly offended at the pause in action. I must admit, it is sweet of him to stop and ask for consent. The level of respect there is greatly appreciated. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No, baby girl. I am not kidding with you in the slightest. Respect and consent are crucial to this working for us," he says as he eases me back to the floor and takes a step back. "I will not touch you without your consent. Ever. I apologize for what just happened."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"No apology necessary. I was just as much a part of that as you were. However," I say, taking a step toward him before running my finger down his wet shirt. "I want you to touch me. I want you to please me, have your way with me." I grasp the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off. My eyes graze over his chest as I bite my lip at the sight. "Touch me," I repeat. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBefore I can take another breath, I am backed up against the wall again, his mouth on mine. There's a hunger there now that wasn't present with the last kiss. He bites my bottom lip, then lightly licks the wound. Both hands are on my breasts, massaging them as his hips push against me. "As you wish, princess," he breathes against my lips. His right hand moves to my side as he kisses down my neck again. He stops to nibble the area between my neck and shoulder as I sigh. Kissing down my collar bone, across to the other one, all while rolling my nipple with the fingers of his left hand. He tugs it roughly as he kisses around the other one, teasing me. Finally, he flicks his tongue across my nipple, sending a shockwave to my core. Pulling it into his mouth, he caresses my side and other nipple. As he sucks it and flicks his tongue across it, I can feel the tension building deep within my body. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe releases that one and immediately gives my other nipple the same treatment while digging his fingers into my hip. I try to push his head away, which only causes him to lightly bite down on it. "No, ma'am," he smirks. "You asked me to touch you. I am going to touch you everywhere, in every way." He sucks it gently, soothing the tender area before releasing it and kissing down my stomach and across my hips. He kisses his way back up my body to my mouth. "Do you want me, Lily?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI glare at him, unwilling to say the words. I'm not sure why, but the words don't come easy, even though I do want him. It feels like begging, and I am not okay with that. The defiance must be visible in my eyes because he chuckles softly. "That's okay," he says with a smile. "You'll admit it before this is over. You will have to tell me you want me before I let you finish." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemYeah, right, /emI think. emYou can't keep me from finishing if I choose to. My body kinda does its own thing when I get to that point./em I smirk at his confidence. "Okay, Mr. Hotshot. If you say so."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Put your hands behind your back and do not move them until I say otherwise," he demands. I do as he says, feeling the cold marble along my arms. He kisses me lightly as he grazes his fingers from hip to hip, dragging his fingernails against my skin. "Good girl," he praises. After one final pass with the fingernails, he runs his fingers down one thigh and back up the other. I move my hand up to his face, caressing him gently. He roughly pins that wrist against the wall. "Hands behind your back," he growls. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanSmirking, I move the other hand to his chest, which also gets pinned to the wall immediately. "You can't keep me from touching you, sir. That's not how this works," I smart off. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Is that right? Don't move," he says as he releases my hands and leaves the room. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What the actual fuck?" I say, pouting to myself. I move into the stream of hot water again. Might as well warm up while he's gone. My body is aching for his touch, missing his hands and mouth already. He clears his throat as he comes back into the room. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I thought I told you not to move," he states as his glare fixes on me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I was freezing! You got me all hot and bothered and then left!" I raise my voice to him. Hands on my hips, I'm in full pout mode now. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, okay," he holds his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll let this one slide. Now turn around." I turn to face the wall as he smacks my ass, making me jump. I turn my head to glare at him but decide it's probably best to keep my mouth shut for now. He gently takes one wrist, then the other, putting them behind my back again. I feel the cold metal against my skin and realize I'm being handcuffed just as the cuffs click into place. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hey! That isn't fair," I pout. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Life isn't fair, sweetheart. I told you to keep them behind your back and you chose not to do that. Now the choice is being made for you," he says as he spins me around and pushes me into the wall again. I roll my eyes as I give in, not like I have any say so in it now. He leans down and kisses each nipple while running his hands from my thighs, up my sides, and back down. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanGently, he slides his knee in between mine, spreading them slightly. "Do you want me?" he asks once more. I glare into his eyes, mouth set, refusing to answer him. "Still not going to answer me, huh? Fine. We'll get there," he says as he runs his fingers up and down the outside of my pussy. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI'm getting more and more turned on as he teases me. Inside, I'm dying for him to fuck me, but I'll never say it out loud. I've just got to wait it out until he can't stand it anymore. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe spreads my legs a bit more, then slides his fingers between my lips, feeling my excitement. "Mmmm," he moans. "You're so wet, baby." Slowly, he drags his fingers up and down, feeling every inch. I let out a harsh breath, welcoming the touch. He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting. "You taste so damn sweet. I can't wait to eat you up," he says as he returns his fingers. He quickly finds my clit and slowly rubs up and down, touching lightly. His mouth goes back to my nipple yet again, sucking as he starts to rub small circles around my clit. My body is grinding against his fingers, pushing my breast into his mouth harder. He slides one finger inside me as I moan. He adds another finger and brings his thumb to my clit. His fingers pump in and out of me in a perfect rhythm, speeding up and slowing back down. I feel my core begin to tighten. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemFuck, fuck, fuck. /emI'm going to cum and he has barely even touched me. He smirks as he feels the difference in my body. "Gonna say it yet?" I shake my head vigorously. He instantly removes his fingers from my pussy, leaving me throbbing and unsatisfied. emI was right on the edge, damn him./em He shrugs and drops to his knees. He pulls my thighs up over his shoulders. He smacks my ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, then rubs it before smacking again. I whimper with each contact, biting my lip to keep the sound from being too loud. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe wraps his arms around my thighs, then kisses from the top of my pussy all the way down and back up again. Smirking up at me, he buries his face in me, licking up every drop of excitement, swirling his tongue around my clit. He pulls me into his face, hitting every sensitive spot. My hips are grinding against his face as I'm climbing closer to the peak. He spanks me before slipping two fingers back inside me. With his fingers curling and flexing while his tongue caresses my clit, I feel the climax building. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe adds a third finger, pushing me over the edge. My head tilts back against the wall, hands straining against the cuffs, feeling the start of relief. He quickly removes his fingers and pulls his face back, placing my feet back on the ground. My head is spinning as I realize what just happened. I was already over the edge and he ruined the release! I slide to the floor in utter disbelief, left aching. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Perfect," he says as he stands up. "I asked you a question and explained that you will not get relief until you answer that question. Believe me now?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Yes, sir," I say quietly, looking up at him. My body is still on fire from his touch and all I want is to feel him again. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Good. Now, open your mouth like a good girl," he instructs, stripping his pants off as he finally shuts the water off. He peels his boxers off, freeing his shaft. My eyes widen slightly, not expecting his dick to be emthat/em big. Suddenly I'm feeling a bit insecure and not even sure if I can handle him, if I'm being honest with myself. "Hey," he draws my attention back to his face. "Are you okay?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Umm…. Yeah, I'm good. I think," I stammer in response. "Just not so confident in my blowjob skills all of a sudden." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe chuckles at this. "I'm sure you will do just fine. Take your time. If ever you are uncomfortable or don't want to continue, all you have to do is say so. We will stop immediately, no questions asked. Understood?" He's suddenly very serious, locking my gaze with his piercing stare. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI nod slowly. "Yes, sir. Understood. Thank you for that." I scoot forward a bit, still on my knees, ready to please him now. I look up at him as he slips the head of his dick past my lips and onto my tongue. He sighs and wraps his hands up in my hair as I create small circles on his underside with my tongue. It doesn't take long before my insecurities are forgotten and I'm only concentrating on getting him off. His hands tighten in my hair as I open my throat and wrap my lips tightly around his base. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Fuck. You were worried about those skills? Damn," he groans, thrusting into my mouth. I'm eager to please him now, nearly high on the praise he's giving me. I've never really enjoyed giving head before this moment. His shaft slips down my throat again, but this time he pushes my head harder into him. He's nearly at his climax, being rougher with every stroke now. His breathing comes in hard pants as he tries to regain control. One last deep stroke and he is filling my mouth with his release, hands so tight in my hair it's painful. I look up at him as I swallow, enjoying every second. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe gently tugs my hair as I stand to face him, confidence fully restored. "Very good girl," he praises gently. "Do you think you can do as you're told now?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAt this point, this man could tell me to cut my own leg off with a toothbrush and I would figure it out. I am dying for release and would do nearly anything to get it. "Yes, sir," I confirm. "I can do as I am told." He turns me around and quickly releases me from the cuffs. I rub my wrists, noticing the slight red marks there. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Good. Now go get dressed," he says, as he smacks my ass lightly. "Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes and I am starving." He takes a step toward the door, pausing when I don't follow after him. "I thought you were going to do as you were told?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShocked at the fact that he is thinking of anything but sex right now, I bite my lip to keep from going off. I'm still completely unsatisfied and he knows it. "Technically, I said I emcan /emdo as I'm told. Not one time did I ever said that I would," I spit back at him with as much venom as I can muster. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanA sly grin creeps from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, is that right? You do realize that remark just earned you a punishment, correct? Though I do love the wit, it cannot go unchecked." He pauses to gauge my reaction to his threat. "I'll deal with your bratty side later. For now, get dressed and I will be back in 15 minutes to escort you to dinner." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI don't move for a few moments, debating on how I want to proceed with the evening. I'm ungodly levels of pissed off right now. emAlso slightly aroused from this exchange,/em my inner voice pipes up. Rolling my eyes, I decide it better to go along with his plan and not accumulate anymore punishments before my first day here is finished. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI roll my eyes, stepping past him and into the bedroom. To my surprise, the closet is opened and there is a full wardrobe now. Shirts, pants, dresses, and skirts in every color you could imagine. He also bought shoes, watches, and headbands. I do notice that all the clothes are solid colors though. No patterns or designs on anything. How boring. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Please go so I can get dressed in peace," I say over my shoulder, not looking in his direction. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"As you wish, princess," he counters, closing the bedroom door behind him quietly. /span/p