“No. Stop. Wait,” he said. Of course she didn’t know what she was doing. No one had taught her. And even if they had, she wouldn’t have liked their instruction given the circumstances.
“I’m sorry, I...”
“Don’t go for it all at once. Use your tongue. Lick. Kiss. Take your time with it. Then suck. And you only have to take a little more than the head at first. You’ll learn to deep throat over time. You don’t have to do that now.”
She went in for her second attempt. He gripped the edges of the chair as her hot wet tongue swirled around his cock. She moaned against his skin, and he knew it wasn’t an act she was putting on. It was the arousal cream making her so enthusiastic. Right now she was so turned on that he could get her to do anything, and she wouldn’t balk at the suggestion.
“You can use your hand too. Hand and mouth,” he managed to get out.
At times she was clumsy, but she was so sweet and determined. And it didn’t matter. He’d waited so long to have her hot little mouth on his cock, that it only took a couple of minutes of beginner sucking for him to come apart like a fucking schoolboy.
“Swallow.”
He massaged her throat with one hand, helping her. Afterward she pulled away and stayed quiet on her knees, waiting. Gabe took several long slow breaths to gain control of himself. They had a long evening ahead of them, and he was far from done with her.
As Julie waited on her knees between Gabe’s legs she realized suddenly that the overpowering arousal had stopped. The clawing, screaming need to be touched between her legs had faded. What she felt now was absolute relief.
It was as though pleasing him and swallowing his cum had given her her own release at least from the unyielding need. She wasn’t stupid. She knew it didn’t really work that way. He obviously knew how long that evil cream he’d put on her lasted and had timed things so that she would have the illusion of relief and release from pleasing him.
Gabe zipped his pants. “Stand up and come with me,” he said.
Julie struggled to her feet and followed him across the room. When he stopped in front of a pole very similar to the one she’d been whipped on before, she took several steps back. “N-no. No.”
He turned toward her, an eyebrow raised. “No? Does my pet say no to me?”
She wanted to run, but she was half naked and there was nowhere she could go, so instead she dropped to her knees. “Please, please… don’t.” Had she displeased him? “I-I warned you. I told you that I wasn’t a favorite with the others and that you would be disappointed...”
It had only been a matter of time before he figured out what a foolish waste of money she was.
She knew he’d told her not to beg, but she was pretty sure that was about orgasms—an inconsequential thing at the moment. And how could she not beg when she was so scared? Yes, she’d had a strange reaction to the last punishment, but it still hurt, and she was still scared. The last time he’d said he was going easy on her. He might not go easy this time.
She flinched when he touched her shoulder then pulled her up to stand.
“Julie. This isn’t punishment. This is play. You will like it. Just trust me.”
He pulled her into his arms for a moment, stroking her hair and back. She melted against him, her face pressed against his neck. He held her like that for several minutes. She was sure he could feel her heart pounding against him. Finally, when it slowed, he turned her to face the pole and fastened her wrists over her head into the cuffs.
Gabe unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “Step out.”
She stepped out, now fully bared to his gaze, each article of clothing having been taken from her a bit at a time. She shivered.
“Cold or fear?”
“Fear.”
He turned her toward him and kissed her forehead. “You are my prized possession, you never ever have to fear me. I’m not going to hurt you. I would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.”
She wanted to believe him. Wasn’t it something, at least, that nothing that had happened between them had triggered any remembrance of the Dmitri nightmare?
Gabe crossed the room and dug around in a large wooden box on the ground. He came back with something that looked like a whip, but it had a lot of different strips of leather. She cringed away as he got closer with it.
He didn’t offer any further reassurance, and he didn’t tell her how many lashes she would have to endure.
“This is a flogger,” is all he said.
When the first strike landed, all the anxiety that had been balled up inside her unfurled in a wave of relief. There was a slight sting, but he was right, it didn’t really hurt.
“I want you to cry for me.”
With that pronouncement, the strikes got harder, but it still wasn’t outside of what she could tolerate. It wasn’t horrifying. It wasn’t a pain she pulled away from. It was the kind of pain she found herself pressing into, and each time the leather bit into her flesh, she became more sure that Gabe had been right about her from the beginning.
There was nothing that had happened at Dmitri’s that should make her crave… this.
“Good girl,” Gabe said.
Julie hadn’t realized she’d started crying. It was as if some unconscious part of her had the drive to obey him no matter what the request was. But crying was an easy thing. There was so much pent up anxiety that all she had to do was let go and allow it to flow out of her. It was too exhausting to hold all this inside her.
On the outside, she was doing everything he asked of her, but on the inside, she still allowed her fears to gain control of her, even when they didn’t materialize into anything but phantoms. Even when Gabe was nothing like those other men… even when she believed Gabe loved her despite the difficulty fully understanding how what he wanted from her and love could co-exist. Wasn’t love about equality?
And yet, when he stopped and began to kiss the side of her neck, she could feel his emotions pushing their way inside her. And she opened and let him inside.
He stroked her back and peppered kisses over the skin warmed from the flogger. After a few minutes of this, he returned the flogger to the box. He came back with a long thin bamboo cane.
“Now this… will hurt.”
The tears came harder now. Just when she was starting to really trust him, he was going to beat her with this?
“Shhh. Only two. I want to lay a couple of welts on your thighs. I need to lay a couple of welts on your thighs. Take a deep breath. It will be over in a couple of seconds.”
Julie took a deep breath and then shrieked when the first lash came down. She barely had a moment to catch her breath when the second came and was over. It was a bright, sharp spot of pain, but it was so fast that she hadn’t had much time to fear or anticipate it, and the pain was gone moments later.
But her body had reacted almost instantly, as she felt a trickle of wetness slip down her inner thigh.
Gabe ran his fingertips over the welts he’d left. “God, these are beautiful.” He admired his handiwork for a full minute, then returned the cane and uncuffed her.
She assumed they were done for now, but Gabe had other ideas. He led her over to a spanking horse.
“Lie on your stomach and straddle it.”