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  Damn it, no. Just go for it. She added her bra and sodden knickers, shut the closet door and walked briskly with a confidence she wasn’t entirely sure she had toward the other door in the room. She took a deep breath and rubbed her fingers across each other. Before she had time to change her mind and go back for the robe, Jess grabbed the door handle and turned it. Why had David asked her to go in alone? So if I run screaming, he won’t see me freaking out? Oh for fuck’s sake, what’s with the graveyard humor? Whatever I see isn’t going to suddenly come to life and shout boo at me. At least, she hoped not.

  She opened the door. Her pulse skittered as she walked in and let the door shut behind her. Dare she look around? Come on, I’ve got this far. Looking doesn’t cost anything. She took her time to glance around the room. Her clit clenched. Everything she saw was the stuff nightmares was made of—or dreams and satisfaction.

  Was she going to stay?

  Chapter Fourteen

  David made sure that he had everything he needed and ticked five minutes off to allow Jess time to get ready for him. Or have left. He could only hope it wasn’t the latter scenario. With a wry smile, he went into his bedroom, and carefully stripped his jeans off. He didn’t want any accidents. Before his rock hard cock could give thanks for its release from confinement, he pulled a pair of soft as butter black leather trousers on. It might be stereotypical, but he reckoned he needed to set the scene, even if they did very little. David was prepared to take as much time as Jess needed as long as in the end, she was happy, contented and his sub. He picked up the two bottles of mineral water he’d taken from the fridge, grabbed a couple of towels and made his way into his playroom.

  He almost dropped the water. Jess had knelt facing away from the door, on the soft mat next to the bed, and bent her head in the perfect position. Her back was straight and she rested on her legs in an elegant pose of submission. But it was her buttocks and lower back that held his attention. The perfection of her pearly skin was crisscrossed with a pattern of tiny scars. David felt his blood boil, and could only be glad her attacker was dead, or he himself would be getting ready to face a murder charge. It was up to him to erase the bad memories and replace them with good ones.

  “Good girl.” Could she hear the emotion bubbling up? She didn’t want his pity. She wanted his dominance—maybe. His heartbeat increased and he squashed the excitement that could so easily be released. He needed to be in control.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her voice was soft. Not hesitant, not scared, but yes, he could almost believe it—submissive.

  David put the water on a side table and dropped the towels next to them. He walked over to Jess and hunkered down behind her. She swallowed, but didn’t speak. He ran his hand down her spine and her soft skin rippled under his touch.

  “Color, love?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  He’d hoped to hear that, else there was little point in carrying on. He let his hand scribe soft circles over her back for a few seconds, and deliberately covered the scar pattern in a series of tiny strokes, before he gently tugged on her hair. “How many spanks do I owe you?”

  “Eh? Oh, um, five?” Her voice was almost slurred.

  “At least, but that will do for a start. So as this is your first time with me, and the beginning of our relationship, I’m to go easy, eh?”

  “Oh.” She sounded startled. “Yes, Sir.”

  David held on to the handful of hair he’d snagged. “Upsadaisy.” The silly expression made her giggle as she stood. “Okay, love, I’m so proud. No don’t turn round. I’m trusting you. I won’t use the cross this time, or blindfold you, but I’m going to stretch you over the bench and swat you. It’ll be an exercise in restraint for both of us. Do you trust me to do what I think is best for you?”

  She stirred, and shifted from foot to foot. David noticed her toenails were a pearly pink. “I th—” Even as he watched, Jess straightened her shoulders, and her hair rippled over her back. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl, remember your safe words, and believe me I’ll be right next to you all the time. And whether you like it or not, I’ve left Jeff a message with permission to check on us in an hour.”

  “What?” her voice came out as a high-pitched squeak. “He’ll know what I’m doing.”

  “He’s got a good idea anyway. I’m not noted for playing tiddlywinks. And what do you think he and Kath get up to? Mahjong?”

  “Whist. See who takes the most tricks and all that.”

  So she was still able to joke. He hoped she would be in a like mind once they’d played.

  “Well, love, shall we carry on? Go and stretch over the bench for me.” David made sure his tone had authority. It was difficult to judge the exact level of dominance needed in his voice, but so far, he seemed to have pitched it correctly. Jess walked gracefully to where the spanking bench was situated and leaned over it. Her hair fell forward and strands of it covered her face. David decided that for their first session it would provide a very effective blindfold.

  “Spread, please.” He touched her ankles in turn with his toes to show her what he meant. Jess did as he asked, without, he hoped, any reluctance. He stroked her spine once more, and he reveled in the way it stretched in an elegant arc over the bench. Every nerve end was tingling with awareness and expectation. He hoped he did nothing to let them down.

  “I’m going to explain every little thing, Jess. At all times I’ll make certain you’ll be aware of what we’re doing. First, I’ll shackle your ankles. Remember you can safe word me at any time.” He took hold of the soft Velcro ties that were fastened to the corners of the bench, and thanked his good fairy that he’d left them attached and not changed to the metal ones he also had for the bench. As Jess stretched each foot to rest against the leg of the bench he fastened them swiftly, and checked the bindings for comfort. A swift question regarding her status and the reassuring answer, gave him encouragement to move on to the next step. “And the hands. Believe me, this will be easier for you than having to keep yourself in this position without restraints.”

  “Ah, I hadn’t thought of that, but I get it. I could run rather than safe word.”

  David was pleased Jess understood.

  “Exactly. Is that comfortable? Not too tight?”

  She flexed her fingers and wriggled her toes. “I’d not use the word comfortable, I’m so not that, but nothing pinches or rubs.”

  David gave into temptation and rubbed her bottom. She wriggled it, and did her best to push into his touch. “Eager, are we?”

  “Yes, Sir, maybe. Oh dammit, David.” Jess burst out in a slightly irritated voice. “Just get on with it, will you. I’m doing it, aren’t I?”

  She was getting bratty, and even if it was due to nerves and in private, David wasn’t going to accept that.

  “Topping from the bottom, Jess? Add another ten swats.” He ignored her gasp, and walked the three steps to the chest of drawers that housed his collection of whips and floggers and chose one that he knew he could use to sting or thud.

  The few experimental flicks he made with it in the air satisfied him. With each swish she flinched. The noise was perhaps more definite than the feeling she’d get, but David was well aware of the importance of psychology.

  “Ready? Color?”

  “Yes. Green, Sir.” Her words came out in short bursts and she breathed heavily. As he watched, she ran her fingers over her palms and gripped the wooden handles attached to the bench for that purpose. He was proud of the bench. Woodwork was a hobby and making the bench had been labor of love.

  “Count. Fifteen in groups of five.” He brought the flogger down, mindful not to hit her in the middle of her scars.

  “One.”

  He changed to the other globe of her ass.

  “Ahh, two…” she half sobbed. “Three, oh, sweet…oh, four, five.” Jess sniffed. “Oh my, oh, hell.”

  “Color?” David was sure she wasn’t in pain per se, more the pain of pleasure. He rubbed her ass, where re
dness was already beginning to show.

  “Green.” She sounded surprised he’d asked.

  David didn’t wait. He brought the flogger down in a flick designed to sting. She arched into it with a scream and an “ah, yesss,” and continued to count.

  “Fifteen… fift…” Her voice trailed off and she slumped over the bench. David put the flogger down on the floor and rubbed her now beautifully rosy ass.

  “Ah so good, so good, love. I’m proud of you.” He undid her restraints and lifted her into his arms. It had been a very short session, but David had no intention of pushing too hard. There was so much he thought they could achieve, and he wasn’t going to rush.

  Jess looked up at him. The devilment in her eyes was easy to see.

  No subspace yet then.

  “Is that it?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Her ass was on fire, but she wanted more. Each tap, each strike, had opened her mind and Jess was soaring. She was free. She wanted to try everything David was willing to show her. Her sassy remark was met with narrowed eyes, and she giggled.

  “Minx, do I have a bratty sub?”

  “I don’t know, do you? Ouch.” David had dropped her onto a bed. “Mind my ass.” The contact had sparked tingles of tiny pain sensations on her tender rear. Jess decided she quite liked them, and shifted over the coverlet to see if they carried on. They did. David placed his hand on her tummy and held her still. She almost stopped breathing as, with a wicked grin, he moved his little finger, touched her clit and pressed.

  “You, love, are gunning for another session, and believe me, a punishment spanking is not quite the same as a pleasure one. Now, do we carry on? Or shall I get a blanket and let you curl up and relax before you go home?”

  He was serious. It was a light bulb moment. Jess accepted she’d been happy to try to lose her demons, but she hadn’t reasoned everything out. David and what his preferences and his lifestyle meant to him had hardly come into the equation. To her shame, Jess realized he’d told her how he felt, opened up and said what his emotions were with regards to her, even on such a short acquaintance. She had accepted his words, and ignored them except to help herself. Now perhaps she needed to think of him as well.

  “We carry on please, Sir. I’m sorry I was bratty.” The words stuck in her throat. Jess was not one for apologizing quite so openly if she could get away with it.

  “And?” Without another word, David took her wrists and stretched her arms out one by one. “Don’t move them. I’m waiting.”

  And? Hell, isn’t that enough? “And, er, well, oh, sorry if I was topping from the bottom, Sir, but I do want to learn. And you know, I trust you.” She bit her lip and smiled. “I’m trying to work out how to say this, so please, Sir, that was a thinking nibble.”

  He smiled back. “I’ll let you have that one. Think on and tell me.”

  Right then, put up or shut up.

  “I want to be with you, and learn. You’re right, it’s time for me to live. Even though I don’t understand it. Unless it’s me and I’m thinking like a cavewoman who sees a new caveman with a hot bod and thinks ohh he’s strong and he’ll protect me from the brontosaurus or whatever was around thing. You know.” She grinned. “I trust you. I want to learn with you.” Would he understand what she was offering?

  It seemed he did. The kiss he gave her was deep and full of his promise. Mindful of his strictures, Jess didn’t move her arms around him as she would have liked to, but sank into the kiss and returned it with all the passion inside her.

  When he lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily, and her hands were clenched around the sheets in a death grip. David chuckled and unclenched her fingers.

  “Ah, love, such a good girl. We’ll have to do something special for that. Now then, your demons. Flogging, blindfold and restraints? Anything else?” His finger was still teasing her clit. It took every scrap of determination for Jess not to move onto it.

  “No, Sir, I don’t have any more demons to my knowledge. Lots of things I don’t know about though, and I’m happy for you to show me.” The word Sir slid off her lips as if she’d used it forever. Jess felt ten years younger. She lifted her head an inch or two to look down her body. It wasn’t too bad for a thirty something woman to whom the words gym and exercise brought out in hives. Would she want to show it off to anyone else though?

  “I can see your mind running fifty to the dozen. Talk to me.”

  David stood next to the bed. Jess noticed the leather trousers for the first time and gulped, her mouth dry. The outline of his cock was long and definite and she wondered if he knew the effect his clothes had on her. Of course he does. He’s aware of everything. Well maybe not everything but as near as. Damn, I want him inside me, I want to feel him fill me, reach my soul and show me what it’s like to be wanted.

  “Will you make love with me? Er, Sir?” She hadn’t expected to say that, even if she had been thinking it.

  “Ah, Jess, this is one occasion where a little bratty topping is accepted with pleasure. Are we going all out vanilla, or do you fancy a topping with it?” He raided one eyebrow and smirked.

  Jess laughed out loud. “Oh, you can’t beat a good topping on anything.”

  His shout of pleasure echoed around the room. Jess hoped to God it was soundproofed. The room used to have interesting acoustics, and she had been able to hear what happened in the hall below. Then she relaxed, so what? It was a BDSM club, for heaven’s sake. And if Jeff was about and heard his sister in the throes of whatever, then he would have to build a bridge and get over it.

  “I agree, and so therefore. Spread your legs.” He didn’t say why, and Jess wasn’t going to ask. She had her safe words and would use them if she had to.

  A thought struck her. “Ah, you said Jeff was to intervene after an hour. Now, I may have made the decision that if he hears me, that’s fine, and one day if I do go into the club with you and, er, well”—she blushed—“sort of scene with you, he’ll have to suck it up. But walking in on us sort of vanilla-ey is a no-no. That would be weird.”

  David stared at her, a thoughtful look in his eye. “Do you want to cancel the call?” He handed her a phone. “Your choice. If you do press five.” She wrapped her fingers around it as he moved away. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him clean the flogger and put it into a drawer. The gush of disappointment was overwhelming and surprised her. She had enjoyed it, and was sure she’d want more, but hadn’t imagined that to know the scene was over would jolt her so much. She pressed five.

  Jeff answered so promptly Jess reckoned he must have had his phone in his hand.

  “It’s me. If you come and disturb us, I’ll get Kath to bite your balls off,” she said without any preamble. “You got me here—now butt out.” She switched the phone off and put it down on the sheet, before she stretched her arms back to where David had moved them earlier.

  “Sure?”

  “Sure, Sir.” She was. Her body buzzed with anticipation, and even if her ass still stung a little it was a good, wow I’m alive, sting.

  “Well then.” He moved his hands to the waistband of his trousers, unclipped the hook and lowered the zipper. As he slowly peeled them downward, Jess giggled.

  “Ah, sorry, but did you ever watch Friends on TV?”

  “Years ago? Sure, oh, Lord yes. When Ross got stuck in his leathers and once he was out of them couldn’t get them back on? It was brilliant. Don’t worry, these fit.”

  “As long as you get out of th… Oh yes, you’re getting out of them.”

  David hooked his thumbs round the top and pulled them low enough for his cock to spring free. The tip glistened with pre-cum, and Jess salivated. She wanted to touch, to taste and to savor. All thoughts of Dom and sub had been pushed to the back of her mind.

  It seemed the who’s on top situation had left him as well. He kicked the trousers off his feet and climbed onto the bed next to her. “Do you want me to blindfold you, so that the last demon is gone? Or shal
l we save that for another time, and make it a good event, and one to play with over and over?”

  Jess considered. “Save it. You know, it holds absolutely no fears for me now. I’d let it build up and build up in my mind, and now I know all I needed was the perfect Dom for me. But this time I’d like to see your face, watch you come into me, and see us come together.”

  “You’re sure there will be a next time?” He was teasing her, Jess was sure of it. “What if you don’t find your perfect Dom?” He parted her legs with his knee, and teased her pussy with his fingers. There was no doubt she was wet and ready. David lifted his hands and licked one finger before giving her the same opportunity. Jess licked and for the first time tasted herself.

  Salty, sweet and her. “Mmm, new to me. Do you taste like I do?”

  “Try me.” He invited her, and as she watched, he swiped his finger over the tip of his dick, collected the liquid there and offered it to her. Jess sucked.

  “Oh, yes, you do”

  “Good, then a perfect match.” He covered his cock with a condom, and rubbed his fingers over his length. “What does this say to you, Jess? How do you feel? I feel hot and aroused knowing you’re watching me. I want you to be the one to roll the condom on next time. But first I’d like to feel your lips on me. Watch as you take me in your hot little mouth. Experience the way you give head, lick me, nibble my skin and suck me off until I say enough and fuck you until you have no more orgasms to give. My body is yours but then you are all mine. I want it all, Jess.”

  She licked her lips. “Um, all as in…?”

  “Every last emotion. Here.” He took her hand and cupped his balls. Her fingers stroked his sac, and she gave them the lightest of nips. It was heaven.

  “Truly?”

  “Oh yes. Look, this is how we mesh.” He slid into her with one long thrust. She gasped and wriggled under him.