I watch him get up and jog to the kitchen. I smell it a split second later. Something is burning. And just like that, my resolve to tell him the truth about why I really agreed to meet him at the restaurant goes up in smoke, too.
He’s already opening the oven and batting away the billowing smoke with a towel when I get inside. He pulls the charred remnants of whatever his friend prepared for us from the oven. “You like your food Cajun style?” he asks, coughing.
I laugh. “We weren’t out there that long. How did it get so burnt?”
“Well, his instructions said three hundred degrees, but I figured what’s the point of a fancy oven that can get really hot if I don’t use it. So I put it to six hundred and was just going to pull the food out in half the time.”
I grin. “I don’t think it works like that.”
“Yeah. Apparently not. You like pizza?” he asks.
14
Jackson
I toss the pizza box in the trash and admire the sight of Brianne on my couch. Long legs, full breasts, and hips that are begging to be used as handholds while I take her from behind. I’ve tried to take things as slow as I can with her. My little virgin.
I sit beside her on the couch and turn her sideways so I can work the stress from her shoulders. She rolls her neck. “Oh my God, that feels wonderful,” she sighs.
I knead my fingers into her neck and shoulders, all the while imagining what will come next, how I will use her and how much she will enjoy being used. I notice the movement of my fingers is pressing her top forward in a way that lets me see straight down her shirt. Her tits look impossibly soft resting in her bra, and it’s all I can do to stop from taking them in my hands right now. I’ve waited this long though, and I can wait a little longer.
I’m not going to spoil my virgin by rushing things. I want her first experience to be transcendent. I want her to remember tonight for the rest of her life. I want it to be so explosively powerful that she can’t even think about it without getting wet for me.
She looks back and me and notices where my eyes are. She moves like she’s going to cover herself, but hesitates, clearing her throat and deliberately placing her hands down beside her on the couch.
“You don’t need to feel anxious around me, Princess,” I say. “I know this is new to you. But all you need to do is follow my lead. All you need to do is obey. Let me be your dom, and you won’t ever forget this night.”
“I will,” she says quietly.
I squeeze just a little harder on her shoulders, just the slightest bit to remind her.
“Sir,” she adds, biting her lip. “I’ll submit to you, Sir.”
“That’s all I ask. Now, how about a tour?”
“Right now?” she asks.
I give her a dark look. She still hasn’t learned to not question me, but we’ve only just begun our training. She has so much to learn and I am so deeply going to enjoy teaching her.
“I mean. Yes. A tour would be wonderful, Sir.”
“Come on,” I say, leading her up the hanging staircase in the foyer. I take her down the hallway, passing several doors as we go.
“Do you normally skip past half the house on your tours?” she asks.
I smirk at her over my shoulder. “I never said a tour of the house.”
“Right,” she says quietly.
I can sense her nerves. There’s no avoiding it though. We can dance around it all we want, but in the end, I have needs. She may not know her body well enough yet to know it, but she does too. From the moment we first met, I’ve felt the insatiable desire to have her in all the ways I crave and to have her reach a fever pitch.
I lead her into my master bedroom. She does a slow spin, taking in the room. “Great room,” she says. “Love it.”
“Come,” I say, moving to a door at the back of the room. I open it and let her inside my playroom. It’s my first time in here since Karen, and for the first time since she passed away, I try to ignore the guilt. It may be my burden to bear, but Brianne deserves better than to have me distracted right now. She deserves my full and complete attention. And that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
“This is… Wow,” she says.
My playroom has red walls and marble floors. Various devices line the walls, most of which have never been used. There are racks of toys and tools. I don’t take any particular pleasure in any one method. My enjoyment has always come from the battle of wills that takes place in a true dominant submissive relationship. I’ve been with many types of submissives since I first got into this lifestyle. Some are so willing to submit it’s impossible to enjoy. Some are so unwilling I’ve had to call scenes off before they even finished. It still remains to be seen what kind of submissive my princess will be, but I have a feeling she’s going to be absolutely fucking incredible.
There’s a clatter of chains as spreader bars fall to the ground in a heap. Brianne yelps and jumps back, hand still extended toward the bars she was obviously touching. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I turn toward her, feeling the dom in me rising up. This room brings it out of me more strongly than anything else. In here, my power is absolute, and she’s going to learn that tonight.
“I’ll tell you this once, Princess, and I expect you to obey the first time. Perfect and complete obedience. I will never expect less. Disobey me, and you will be punished. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says.
“Go to the foot of the bed. Get on your knees, and place your hands on the end of the bed. Now.”
She jumps at my command, hurrying to the foot of the bed and doing exactly as I ask.
I turn my back on her, searching the wall until I find the right flogger. It’s a simple affair with dozens of buttery soft leather strips. With enough force, it can leave a nice mark, but it’s the perfect way to introduce her to punishment. I can make it sting without leaving any lasting damage. Just the right taste of pain to heighten her pleasure, nothing more. For now.
I move slowly toward her, feeling no rush to hurry this along. She’s in my control now. Every moment I delay only reinforces my power over her. Like the good girl she is, she stays motionless. Obedient.
My cock stiffens when I see the way bending over nearly has her skirt pulled up high enough for me to see her panties.
I kneel beside her, pressing up against her hips. “When I ask you to kneel, Princess, I expect your ass to be where I can see it.”
She nods, raising her hips at my urging until I can see her pink panties and the growing line of wet fabric against her pussy. I swallow, fighting back the primal urge to tear the panties off right now and give her the pleasure her body is begging for. It’s not easy to resist, but I’ve done this long enough to know how much more I want the reward of restraint. Anticipation, pain, submission, domination: they are all just tools for reaching the most powerful levels of pleasure imaginable, and I wield them all masterfully.
I reach to the bedposts and grab the soft ropes that are bound to either side. The ropes have a slight give to them and the fabric is soft enough to prevent chafing. I tie both around her wrists, giving her just enough slack to be comfortable, but not enough to feel like she could free herself if she wanted.