Kissing her once again on the shoulder, I asked, “Are you still good, Lanie?”
She nodded her head up and down, but I need words, not actions. “I need to hear you say it, Lanie.”
“Yes, sir. I am good.”
Her voice was calm which told me that she was as she said, allowing me the freedom to continue. Running my hands down her arms, I took one of her hands and led her to the kneeling bench. Even though it wasn’t my favorite piece of equipment to use, it was the least intimidating. After placing her hand on the top padded board on the bench, I stepped behind her. Moving my leg between hers, I tapped her ankles from side to side, letting her know that I wanted her legs spread wide. Satisfied that she spread them far enough, I leaned into her ear. “That is good, Lanie.”
Crouching low, I took the left restraint and secured it around her left ankle. Pleased with the way it looked, I moved to the other one, securing it in the same manner. She was a sight to behold and the hardness of my cock was proof. Moving to the front of the bench I held out my hand, remembering that she couldn’t see. “Hand, Lanie.”
Lifting her hand from the bench, she held it in front of me waiting for me to take it. Before securing it in the restraint, I gave it a light kiss. Once secured, without my command, she held her other hand out for me. Refraining from kissing it, I placed it in the restraint. Watching her body lean forward to take the tension the restraints had caused to her arms, I tilted my body to the side to find that her beautiful ass had been displayed in a desirable position. I could tell that the way her body was presented impressed even Martin. Moving my eyes lower, I saw he too was sporting an erection.
Smiling to myself, I proceeded to the table to get the vibrator that I intended to use first. It was my favorite, having two heads to stimulate either her clit or her anus while the larger of the two heads was deep inside her vagina. In my book there were only two speeds. Fast and faster. Turning the dial, the vibrator hummed. When I placed it against the globe of Lanie’s ass, her body jumped and I knew she was receptive to the stimulation. Running it between her cheeks, I stopped for a moment at her back door, wanting her to get a feel for what I could give her.
As I held it in my hand, I couldn’t help but wonder just how wet she actually was. As I moved my other hand up her leg while keeping the vibrator in place, her juices coated my fingers as I slid them between her folds. The fun hadn’t yet begun and already her body responded. Dipping the larger of the two heads inside her channel, I turned it upward so the smaller head stimulated her clit. When I gave it a few thrusts, her moans of pleasure filled the space. Watching her hips sway back and forth with each thrust made the strain of my cock against my pants unbearable. I needed to take her soon, otherwise I would be in an unbecoming situation.
Pulling the device from her vagina, I tried to contain myself by replacing the vibrator with something else. Picking up the cat tail flogger, I gripped the handle, loving how it felt in my hand. As I moved toward Lanie all I could think about was how lovely her ass would look reddened by the small whip. Positioned behind her, I kneaded her globes, feeling the soft flesh between my fingers. Raising the flogger above my head, it formed an arch as I brought it down on her white flesh. Her back arched and a small moan escaped her lips. “Remember your safe word, Lanie.” I reminded her, staring at the pink mark the strands of leather left behind.
“Yes, Sir. I remember.”
“Good girl.”
Giving her only what she could take, ten lashes later her globes were the most brilliant shade of pink I had ever witnessed. There was no need to use the remaining toys spread neatly on the small table. She was dripping with arousal and ready to be taken. Unwilling to wait any longer, I lowered my trousers and sheathed my hard cock with latex. Sheathing myself was for Martin’s benefit and not my own. The last thing I wanted to do was to reveal my true feeling for Lanie.
Taking hold of my skintight erection, I position it to her entrance and slowly moved my hips forward. Her folds were wet, allowing me to glide effortlessly between them. Her warmth enveloped me and with each thrust she pulled me deeper and deeper inside. There was no doubt that the love we shared would soon be revealed. Sharing her with another man was no longer an option, even if it was only to train her. Sinking deeper inside, I leaned forward and whispered the words that only she could hear. “You are mine, Lanie.”
~Ten~
ALANNAH
I want to spill every drop of emotion from my heart as we headed out of the playroom. My mind was filled with so much confusion. All I wanted to do was stay with Roman, but that didn’t happen. Why would he send me away with Martin after everything we had shared?
The drive back to the country home was quiet. Martin hadn’t said a word since we left Rapture. It wasn’t like him. Turning my head in his direction without making eye contact, his face appeared tense. Placing my hand on his, I worked my fingers between his. “Have I done something wrong, Martin?”
“It is nothing you did.”
His response was short and to the point, but it didn’t explain his silence. “What is it then?”
“As I said, it is nothing you did. Leave it at that.”
I knew better than to continue asking, but maybe if I asked a different question, I could find the answer. “When will my next training be with Roman?”
His gaze burned with such intensity; I could feel the heat of his anger all the way to my soul. “Mr. Michaels won’t be able to train you further. He has become too emotionally involved. I will only allow him to observe and make notations.”
The thought of never being touched by Roman again made my heart break. What did he do that was so wrong? Trying desperately to hide my reaction to his words, I turned to face the window, allowing one tear to fall before wiping it away. Somewhere inside, I found the woman I was supposed to be. The reality was, Roman could still be a part of my training even though he wasn’t permitted to touch me. The only thing I could do was pray that Martin would realize that he had made a mistake and Roman could once again show me the pleasures of being a submissive.
♥ ♥ ♥
Almost two weeks had passed since the last time they trained me. Ordered to go to my room by Martin, I knew it would be the last time I would see Roman. Without a word from either of them, I was left in the country home with only the servants, and although I could mill around the grounds, it still felt like I was in a prison. There was no one to talk to and the only companion I had was my own thoughts. I was going crazy and I needed to get both of them out of my head. Heading down the steps, I sauntered to the back door to the path that led to the small house hidden in the woods. I knew that it was wrong to go there without Martin, but I needed to relieve the ache of not being touched for so long.
Opening the door to the cobblestoned house, already I could smell the scent of Martin inside. Slipping inside, I closed the door and proceeded to the stairs that led to the playroom. Turning on the light, I took each step carefully, knowing what waited for me at the bottom. Turning the brass knob, I pushed open the door, and the scent of leather and musk filled the space. When I adjusted my eyes, I turned on the light to find everything was just as we had left it weeks before. The only difference was I was alone instead of being with Martin. Walking to the middle of the room, I ran my hand along the straight edge of the bench. I couldn’t help but smile, remembering what I had experienced. Just the thought of being restrained made me wet with need.