A Starlet in Venice (8 page)

I shook my head quickly. “I already get leered at enough. Can this be just between you and me?”

He nodded. “Of course. You read the book I recommended on the plane?”

“Yes Sir,” I said.

“You’ll need two safe words,” he said. “One for a complete stop, and one to ease up. But I’ll also periodically check in during a session.” He gave me a serious look. “Your safety during a session is both our responsibilities,” he said. “Ultimately, mine, because that comes with the control you give me. But you know your limits the best. You’ll need to warn me if you are feeling pushed beyond your ability to bear.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Tia,” he chided. “I’m serious.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “And I am too. I read the book, you know. Red and yellow?”

He nodded. “One punishment for rolling your eyes,” he added. “What about hard and soft limits? Exhibitionism is out, what else?”

“Do I have to tell you I don’t want to be pierced or do anything that involves blood?” I asked him. “Or is that sort of assumed?”

He chuckled. “Still good to tell me, rabbit,” he said, his hands stroking my stomach and my side. “Keep going. What else?”

“Can I tell you about all the things I’m nervous about?”

This time, he pulled me into his chest, and my cheek rested against his shoulder. He gently kissed my hair. “You should absolutely tell me about all the things you are nervous about, rabbit,” he assured me.

“I’m nervous about being tied up,” I said. There. I’d said the words without telling him why. “I’m worried that I’ll panic.”

He waited for me to continue.

“I’m a little nervous about anal sex.”

He looked at me. “Nervous because you’ve had anal sex before and it was painful, or because you’ve never had anal sex?”

I relaxed. He didn’t seem to be perturbed at my limits. He was listening, intently and calmly, and his hands still stroked me reassuringly. “No, this one I’m just nervous about because I’ve never done it, and I’ve heard it hurts.”

“This one,” he said, repeating my words. “So the nervousness from being tied up comes from an experience that went wrong?”

Fuck. I shouldn’t have relaxed. Liam was razor-sharp; I knew that from endless debates we’d had on his couch about everything under the sun. I should have known he’d be paying attention to every single word I said, and every single word I didn’t say.

“Something like that,” I replied.

His gaze narrowed, and I looked down on my lap, unable to meet his eyes. His fingers were on my chin immediately, inclining my face up towards him. “I trust you’ll tell me everything I need to know, Tia,” he said. “Because if something I do is going to be a trigger for you, you should tell me so I can avoid it.”

“Just be careful, and I’ll be fine,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t entirely a lie. I didn’t know for sure if he was going to trigger anything. And I’d had many years in therapy for the panic attacks. I hadn’t had an episode in more than ten years. I was fine.

He kept his eyes on mine. A heartbeat passed, and then another. Finally, he kissed me. “Okay, rabbit,” he said. “Back down on your knees.”

I was convinced he could hear my heart thudding in my chest. I’d been nervous when he’d walked in as well, but he’d reassured me then by kissing me and praising me. He did the same thing now, as I sank down on my knees. He twined his fingers through my hair, and kissed me. “You are doing very well,” he said. “You’ve responded to all my directions verbally, like I’d asked.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “You volunteered what would make you nervous,” he nibbled my earlobe, “you crawled towards me without complaint or protest,” his lips pressed a kiss on my throat, “and now, you are kneeling, oh so prettily, waiting for your next direction.” He released my hair. “Such a good rabbit.”

My heart warmed with his praise. This wasn’t a throwaway
‘good girl’
. He’d taken the time to point out all the things I’d done right, all the ways I’d pleased him so far. I was flushed with pride, and I couldn’t wait to please him some more.

Aah. Fifteen minutes, and he had me panting like an eager puppy, waiting to do his every bidding. If I wasn’t so turned on and so aroused, I would have almost been irritated by how easily he’d done it.

He read my conflicted emotions perfectly. “Shh,” he soothed. “This isn’t a win-lose situation. You don’t lose by submitting, and I don’t win by dominating you. Let yourself explore your desires, in the safety of this space.”

I wanted to. I wanted to so much. There was something so seductive and so peaceful about this. “Yes Sir,” I said seriously, flashing him a nervous smile. “But it’s still a little scary how easily I’m obeying you.”

“Would I hurt you, rabbit?” He arched one eyebrow.

“No Sir.”

“There you go then. What’s there to be afraid of?”

Indeed. He was perfectly right.  I looked into Liam’s eyes. There was lust there, but there was steely control as well. His body was relaxed. He didn’t look tense or angry. He was still Liam; the guy I’d hung out with for the last year. The guy who had respected my desire not to have sex at his parents’ house. The guy I trusted implicitly. “You are right,” I smiled. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Sir.”

***

He made me wait for a full minute or two. On my knees, waiting for the next instruction. For the first few seconds, my mind raced. What would he want me to do next? Would I please him? Was I being a good submissive?

He just watched me. He didn’t speak; he didn’t move. And slowly, I let it all fall away from me. My breathing evened, my body relaxed. Complete certainty filled me, born of trust in Liam. He would tell me what he wanted. He would tell me if I was pleasing him, and he would correct me if I needed correction.

I always knew where I was with Liam. I didn’t have to grope around in the dark, I never had to wonder what he thought. He was always clear. Always direct. As my breathing eased, he smiled at me. “Very good, rabbit.” His voice was warm with approval. “Now, please, stand up in front of me.”

He offered me a hand to help me on my feet; I rose as gracefully as I could. He stood too, and circled around me. “Such a beautiful body,” he rasped. The back of his hand stroked the swell of my breasts over my bra. “It seems a shame to hide it.”

He was still clothed, wearing the same navy-blue cable-knit sweater and jeans he’d worn on the flight over. He looked so very strong, and I felt so very fragile next to him. I was half-naked, and about to get a lot more so.

My bra-clasp was undone, the bra carelessly tossed across the room. He got on his knees in front of me, and slid my panties down my hips, kissing each inch of my body as it came into view. My pussy felt heavy with need, and I shivered, my entire body aching to feel him pressed up against me.

“Step out of them.” I moved my legs, and my panties sailed through the air, in the same direction as the bra. Liam got back on his feet with easy grace, and circled me with hooded eyes. “Lovely,” he said softly. His thumb traced a path on my lower lip, and I parted my mouth for him, and he pushed a finger in.

“I want your cock there,” I told him boldly, and he hissed with displeasure.

“No, rabbit.” His voice was firm. “You don’t get to initiate, do you understand?”

I nodded. I couldn’t even say that it was force of habit that had made me speak the words, because it wasn’t. I’d never felt the need to ask for a dick in my mouth. I’d sucked cock, but I’d approached it the same way as I had approached sex. Something had been missing, and the experience had never been erotic for me. Yet all I yearned to do in this moment was sink back on my knees, unzip Liam’s zipper, unbuckle his belt, and take his cock in my mouth. He’d gone down on me when we’d last made love. I wanted to return the favour. I
ached
to return the favour.

I wanted to pout, but I didn’t. I pushed back my own need and made Liam’s desires paramount, and it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. Not because I was winning at some kind of ‘
good submissive’
test, because I wasn’t sure if I was, really. But because when you were in love with someone, putting their desires first came naturally. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them, pinched my nipples and rubbed them between his fingers. “So very beautiful,” he repeated as he moved away once again from my body, and I bit off my whimper of protest. “Tatiana,” he instructed. “I’d like you to crawl over to the bed, and get on it. Lie on the bed, face down, legs spread as wide apart as you can manage. Put your arms out in front of you, and grab hold of the headboard slats.”

“Yes Sir.” I dropped down on my hands and knees, and padded over, back to the bed. I felt his eyes rake my back, heard his growl of arousal, and my nipples hardened and my pussy dripped in response. I wanted Liam with an aching intensity beyond anything I’d ever known. It felt good to know he wanted me too.

I lay on top of his crisp white cotton sheets. I shivered as the cool air caressed my naked body. I felt my swollen nipples press into the mattress. I heard him walk towards me, and I turned my head around, as much as I could, to see what he was planning on doing.

“Downstairs, in one of the rooms at the club, there’s a Y-shaped table that I’m going to bind you on one day.” His voice was contemplative. “Then, when your legs are all spread out like this,” his fingers trailed up the side of my thigh, and down the other, “every single bit of you will be easily accessible to me.” His hand gripped a breast before moving away. “Your breasts will hang down, and I’ll put a set of nipple clamps on them. Would you like that, Tatiana? Would you like to feel every little touch in the throb of your nipples? In the pulse of your pussy? In your swollen clitoris?”

I swallowed. The picture he painted had me panting with desire, and my mind was a fog of lust and need and frustrated arousal. “I would, Sir.”
Please, Liam. Please just take me,
I silently screamed inside. Every single inch of my skin was primed to his touch.

He had a paddle in his hand, a leather-covered instrument that looked like a large Ping-Pong bat. My eyes widened slightly and for an instant, I was nervous, until I remembered the words he’d spoken on the plane. Pain tolerance was a process. Like his last spanking, this would be erotic, and I would welcome any pain, because pleasure would be close behind.

“This is an interesting position,” he said, nearing me, and tapping my calves with the paddle. Quick strokes that weren’t much more painful than a pat would be, but my body was already reacting. I moaned, unable to help myself, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grin. His lips grazed my butt as he kissed me, and his hand reached out and grabbed my ass cheeks. I moaned again, arousal swirling through me as my body reacted to his touch. “In this position, you are almost begging for a spanking, aren’t you, rabbit?”

“Yes Sir.” Oh god, why was he asking me questions? I couldn’t think. Surely he couldn’t expect me to think, when my entire body was aching for him.

Tap. Tap. Stroke. The paddle made contact with my ass, and I groaned. Tap. Tap. Spank. That last stroke came down hard, and I bit my lip as the sharp bite of pain dissolved into the sweetness of heated pleasure.

His hand was rubbing the stinging away, and I shifted restlessly. He was so close to my pussy. I wanted him to touch me so much.

Not yet. The paddle stroked its way down the back of my leg. I received light swats all down my thigh and on my calf. My legs wriggled slightly, and Liam wrapped a hand around my ankle. “Keep still, rabbit,” he instructed me. I felt his strong hand grip my foot, and then I received a harder smack on my calf.

The strokes landed randomly. Some were gentle pats that made me writhe with deep need. Some were harder, warming my skin and causing my pussy to dangerously overheat. Every stroke was making me ache and squirm with longing.

On my ass. The back of my thighs. My calves. My ass again. The paddle danced lines of heat all down my body, and I moaned through compressed lips, kept my legs parted, and begged for more.

He came around to me. One hand caressed my throbbing ass cheeks. The other cupped around the back of my neck. “How are you doing, Tatiana?” he asked me, bending his head and pressing his lips down on my throat. Another kiss on my shoulders. A gentle caress of my back.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Not too uncomfortable?” His hands gripped my ass cheeks, kneading them together before spreading them apart. I felt the coolness hit my puckered hole, and I bit my lip. I was going to combust from the heat pounding through my blood.

Whack. The paddle again on my ass cheek, followed by his lips, kissing the sting away. “Please…” I begged. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to have him.

He kissed me again, on the other cheek, before lowering his mouth onto my pussy and running his tongue through the dripping slit. “Mmm,” he breathed. “So very tasty.” He lifted his head, and the paddle swung down between my spread cheeks.

“Aaah,” I groaned. Another stroke followed. His hands kneaded at the flesh, his lips soothed, and the paddle delivered crisp strokes that balanced everything out.

Another stroke, this time, grazing my pussy lips. He brought the paddle to my mouth. “Wet,” he chided, though the heat was obvious in his voice. “You made a mess of my paddle, rabbit.” His eyes twinkled at me.