His hand fondled her breast. “Yes, you are. Just a bit, or you wouldn’t be here. You liked your spanking. Don’t try to lie to me. Lying to me means punishment. Rule number one. Rule number two is stop thinking like a tourist. I can see the way your brain is working. With me, there is no right or wrong. There is only what feels good and what doesn’t work. That’s what we’ll discover. The only way we can do that is if you’re honest with me and with yourself. Now, answer me honestly. Did you enjoy your spanking?”
“Yes.” It actually felt good to not lie. It felt good to admit it. She’d spent so long denying herself that there was a sort of freedom in admitting she was a little bit of a freak.
His hand tightened on her nipple. It was through her shirt and bra, but she felt the warning in it. “What do you call me?”
That pinch on her nipple sent a flare of heat that fired into her pussy. “Sir.”
He lessened the pressure, but kept his hand on her breast. “Excellent, Danielle. For now, I am Sir. If we choose to move on, perhaps sign a contract for the duration of your training, you will call me Master, but for now, Sir will do. Now, take off your clothes and let me inspect you.”
She immediately pulled back. The thought of standing in front of him naked made her stomach roll. She wasn’t exactly a hard-bodied girl. She was short and really curvy and could stand to lose ten, maybe fifteen pounds. Certainly not the fifty Val thought she needed to lose, but she could lose some. Her boobs were too big. They sagged a little. She had cellulite on her ass.
“Is there a problem, Danielle?” His calm voice held an edge of impatience.
She swallowed. “I just thought we would turn off the lights maybe.”
“No, we won’t turn off the lights. Nor will I rip your clothes off your body. You will make the choice every submissive makes every time her Dom gives a command. You choose to obey and continue the session, or end the session with your safe word.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, indecision banging through her head. “It would make it a lot easier if you would just do the ‘rip my clothes’ off thing.”
He chuckled, his chest moving against hers. “I’m sure it would. If you have any rape fantasies you would like to explore, I would be more than willing to play with you, but that is for later. For now, you will either obey me, or use your safe word.”
She scrambled off his lap. Several scenarios played in her head. He could take one look at her without her clothes and run screaming from the room. He could laugh and tell her it was all a joke. Or, he could really, really want her.
How the hell would she know if she never took the chance? It suddenly struck her that she’d had it easy all these years. Yes, she’d had to give up what seemed like a promising future to help out at home. That was awful, but what about the last couple of years? What about after Val got through school? She’d gotten used to not trying. She’d gotten used to being able to blame her crappy life on circumstances. She’d gotten used to thinking that staying in this town and marrying someone she didn’t love was just something that had happened to her. But it wasn’t. It was a choice she’d made. And so was this.
Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt. If he laughed, that was on him. She couldn’t live her life making choices based on the worst-case scenarios, not if she ever wanted anything good to happen to her. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Without stopping, she undid the clasp on her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples puckered. Her breasts felt heavy on her chest. When she looked up, Julian had a faint smile on his lips. His normally chilly eyes suddenly seemed warm.
“I think you’re very beautiful, Danielle. I also admire your courage. It took a lot for you to do that. Your breasts are lovely. Now, I’d like to see the rest of you. Take off your jeans and turn around slowly. Then I want you to sit down on the love seat and spread your legs.”
Really? That was all he wanted? Dani took a deep breath. She wasn’t backing out now. She shoved the jeans over her hips, painfully aware of how clumsy the act of undressing could be. She wasn’t moving gracefully. She was more robotic than anything else, but she managed it. She was forever grateful for the shower she’d been able to take. At least she was clean, and her legs were shaved. Because she had been about to go on her honeymoon, she’d decided to go a little crazy and shave her pussy. She wondered what Julian would think of that.
The air was cool on her skin. There was no way she could hide the fact that her nipples were standing at attention. She felt awkward as she placed herself on the leather sofa. She let her legs fall open.
Julian sighed. His hand came out in an elegant sweep that told Dani she wasn’t open enough.
She let her feet find the coffee table in front of her, spreading her legs wide. Julian nodded and then went silent as he looked at her. He studied her carefully, as though she was a piece of fine art he was interested in collecting. As his stare moved from her breasts to the V of her legs, Dani felt her skin flush.
“Touch yourself, Danielle.”
Her hands were on her knees. “Where?”
Even as she asked the question, she figured out the answer for herself. She moved her right hand over the smooth flesh of her pussy. It felt different, softer than before, without the harshness of pubic hair. She decided immediately that even if this didn’t work, she would keep up the landscaping. She slipped a finger across her clit and between the lips of her pussy. She was already so wet.
“That’s right. Enjoy it, Danielle. It should feel good. I’m going to do the same. Don’t stop fingering yourself, but don’t come, or we shall have some punishment.”
Dani felt a sudden rush of cream coat her fingers as Julian shrugged off his shirt. He stood up, revealing a broad, well-muscled chest and abs that Dani thought only happened on sports stars. She stared at the indention at his hips. Her finger swirled around and around in her pussy, imagining it was Julian touching her there. His hands unbuttoned his slacks and slipped them off. She had a brief glimpse of cream-colored boxers before she felt her mouth drop open.
He calmly folded his clothes, but Dani was watching his cock. She’d never thought of a penis as being a beautiful thing, but she’d never really had a chance to look at one before. Julian’s cock was thick with a purplish head. She could almost feel her hand stroking him. She wondered if she could get her hand around that glorious monster. He was hard as a rock, but the skin would be so soft.
Julian strode forward and placed himself between her spread legs. If he was bothered by the fact that he was completely naked, he didn’t show it. He stared down at her pussy. “Give me your hand.”
Dani lifted her hand to his. He grasped her wrist and brought her fingers to his lips. He sucked her cream-coated fingers into his mouth. Dani shivered at the sensation of his tongue swirling around and around her fingers. His gray eyes were dark with desire as he knelt down in front of her spread legs.
“You taste delicious, little one.”
She closed her eyes briefly, imagining his mouth on her pussy.
“Come here and taste yourself.” His hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her forward. He pressed his lips against hers the same way he had earlier in the day. Dani softened instinctively beneath him, opening her mouth, letting him in. He controlled the kiss. His tongue moved into her mouth with silky grace. She tasted her own tangy essence. One hand tangled in her hair, holding her still for his kiss. The other wandered across her flesh. She felt a painful longing deep in her cunt. She wanted him to take her, to shove that hard part of him into the softest piece of her. She wanted to be beneath him.
He slanted over and over her mouth. His hand cupped her breast, pinching at her nipples before slipping lower. Dani moaned against his mouth. When his fingers were almost at her clit, she shifted to make him move faster. Some shimmering experience was right there, and she couldn’t wait for it.