Submissive Beauty (5 page)

She opened it noiselessly and peeked through a crack in the door, afraid someone would catch her. Just inside she spied a long narrow foyer leading to what she presumed would be the living area. Gabby crept through the door and quietly closed it behind her. She tiptoed toward the back of the house, trying not to click her heels on the hardwood floor.

The room opened up into an inviting space filled with comfortable furniture and a large screen television as the focal point. Where she’d expected expensive antique furniture, she found a comfortable space that looked lived in, especially the large overstuffed couch that dominated the center of the room.

Gabby glanced at her watch and realized she had about thirty seconds to get in place, or she’d be late. She hustled over to the coffee table, set her purse and keys down and stepped to the end of the couch as instructed. Her body curved around the large rolled end as she wiggled into place—head down, ass up. Nervous didn’t begin to describe how she felt. She took a deep breath and lifted her skirt on the exhale. Cold air swept across her naked bottom causing goose flesh to erupt across her skin. Gabby squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to be afraid. She’d followed his instructions to the letter despite the fact entering a strange home, where she now had her bare butt and pussy exposed to anyone who walked into the room, was by far the craziest thing she’d ever done. She prayed it would indeed be Thomas who found her.

Minutes ticked by. She squirmed and fidgeted against the sofa, beyond restless and antsy. If she had a lick of common sense, she’d leave. Go back to her own house, her safe life and reconsider why this had seemed like a good idea. She should have her head—

A large, warm hand caressed her right butt cheek, sending a hard shudder up her spine. Gabby sucked in her breath. Her adrenaline spiked. She bit at her lip and strained for some sign that it was indeed Thomas who stood behind her and not a complete stranger or even a crazed maniac.

“You have one of the most spankable asses I’ve ever seen, Gabrielle.” The dark, smooth timber of his voice poured over her like the finest scotch splashed into a glass, fluid and loose.

Her butt clenched.

“Relax sweetheart. You’re safe with me. You have my word on that.”

His hand continued to move across her flesh, warming her as she did the best she could, under the circumstances, to stand still. She had so many questions on the tip of her tongue and had almost blurted out some of them several times, before reminding herself that he’d warned her not to speak until given permission.

“I understand you’re nervous, Gabrielle, and I’m so proud of you. You took the chance I needed you to and for that I am grateful.”

She smiled at his words as warmth spread through her. His praise alone helped her relax. She eased the breath she’d held between her lips and sighed into the couch.

“But…”

Uh oh. She hated the sound of that one little word.

“We need to lay some ground rules for our time together. Are you listening?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, grateful he’d not chastised her for speaking out of turn.

“Good girl.” His hand swept down the back of her thighs to the crook of her knee, which tickled. When her leg jerked, he laughed softly behind her. “A soft spot I see.” He strummed his fingers a few times over the sensitive area before heading back toward her bottom. Thomas worked his strong fingers over her muscles better than any masseuse she’d ever been to, and she melted a little more into the cushions.

“Now, about the other night at the club…”

Gabby sucked in a breath.

“You were in sub space when I found you.”

Was he asking or telling? She didn’t know what to say.

“While it was pretty obvious, you still should have told me the truth when I asked. You were alone in the middle of a lifestyle demonstration, masturbating, without a Dom of your own in sight to look out for you.” His voice had changed from the soft rumble to a stern, forceful tone, and his hands were now still on her buttocks, reminding her of the calm before a storm.

“I…uh…um…”

His touch disappeared for a few seconds before a hard blow landed on her ass, sending pain and shock coursing through her. She’d considered he would spank her, in fact had been pretty sure about the likelihood of it, but
owww
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Another smack landed on her backside stinging more than the last. Pain and heat suffused her, but it was the familiar tingle of arousal vibrating along her clit that surprised her. Gabby rolled onto the balls of her feet in an effort to show him she wanted more, but he didn’t respond.

“When I called your house and asked what you were doing, I had to coerce the truth from you. You will not do that again.”

Humiliation flooded her with heat almost as much as her burning bottom. “I was embarrassed and…and afraid.”

“That is my point, so listen well, little one. I guarantee if we proceed beyond tonight you will no doubt journey through myriad emotions, and I have to know that you’ll be honest with me—always.”

Two more quick, powerful swats sent more fire burning through her. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to focus on what Thomas had said and not the pain and pleasure brewing inside her. His expectation for her to tell him everything, whether she felt comfortable or not, seemed reasonable, albeit hard as hell to execute.

“Do you think you can do that? If not, then I’ll stop now and send you home. We’ll be friends.”

Oh God. Yes, stop. No, don’t.
She couldn’t think straight with her ass on fire and tears dripping down her face. But she did know she didn’t want to leave.

“Yes.” It was all she could manage.

“Yes, what?” Clearly, he had no intention of making this easy.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be honest.”

His hands again caressed her sore cheeks, switching from one to the other, soothing her throbbing skin. The combination of the pain and desire mixed with the new pleasure of him kneading her muscles was a heady sensation. The hot, wet tears streaked down her face as something changed. Her earlier fear gave way to an unmatched arousal building inside her.

“Stop putting so much of your focus on your fear. Instead of thinking about all the different ways I could hurt you, think of the many things I can do to bring you more pleasure than you can bear.”

She squirmed against the couch, eager for Thomas’s touch as his fingers inched lower. Soon, he would discover this ordeal had her wet and ready despite whatever emotions unsettled her. Her guard faltered a fraction more as she opened to the idea that being here with him didn’t seem wrong at all no matter how crazy it sounded in her head. She wanted nothing more than to spread her legs wider and let Thomas have his way.

“Do you like being spanked, Gabrielle?”

“Yes, Sir.” How could she possibly deny it when her pussy ached with the need for him to touch her again? Right here, right now, she would give anything for this man to pleasure himself with her body. To fuck her.

“Does your ass hurt?” he asked softly, his voice so full of seduction she wanted to melt.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head violently into the pillow.

“I can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“No, Sir. Please don’t stop.” If he left her this close to the edge, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

His hand delivered another quick, sharp blow. This time she cried out as the flames erupted along her skin and traveled straight to her swollen bud.

“We haven’t even discussed a safe word for you yet, but I don’t intend to push you too far today. I’m just making sure I have your attention. But if you want me to stop you just say the word, and it’s done. Do you understand?”

“Yes…yes, Sir,” she answered; gasping for the breath she needed to ask for more instead.

“Have you ever stood for an inspection before, Gabrielle?”

Her mind reeled with his implication. She’d done enough reading on the subject to know what he was talking about but…

“No. I…uh…”

“You don’t have much real time experience at all do you?”

Gabby tried to concentrate on his questions, but it was hard with his hands still roaming her ass and the backs of her legs.

“No, I don’t.” She whispered the words, embarrassed to admit that at her age, she’d done very little to explore her submissiveness over the years.

“Why not? No, don’t answer that now. We’ll discuss it later. We’ll get to a full inspection in the near future, but for now, I’m going to take a quick look while you hold absolutely still without a word. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She held her breath waiting, imagining the any number of things could happen next. Thomas trailed his thick fingers between the cheeks of her ass before grasping them firmly and spreading her wide, exposing every inch of her intimate self to his perusal. Gabby’s stomach dropped, her cheeks flushed hot and, somehow, she swallowed the protest that automatically bubbled up. The moan, she couldn’t hold back.

“You’ll have to get used to this, sweetheart. I won’t allow you to hide anything from me—ever.” His thumb tapped at the tight entrance of her ass, sending shivers racing along her spine. “And with me, there isn’t any part of you that won’t get used.”

Gabby inhaled deeply, letting the air out nice and slow. She’d only been taken there once by a man, and that had not gone well. Fortunately, through experimentation with plugs and other toys, Gabby had discovered just how erogenous a zone that was for her. Now, with her ass heated from his hand and her brain fuzzed up, she throbbed more than ever between her thighs.

“It makes you wet to hear me talk about it.”

It wasn’t a question, so she remained silent, determined to follow his instructions. But his fingers were on the move again and so close to touching where she ached, Gabby wanted to scream. Instead, she sucked her lip between her teeth and bit down to keep quiet.

“Damn, woman. You are so wet.” He slid through her moisture, grazing against every sensitive nerve ending she possessed until her legs quaked with the effort of holding herself up. She wanted to die of embarrassment almost as much as she wanted to beg him to fuck her.

Almost.

Being this exposed, this open to a man like him, had more of an effect than she’d expected. Gabby couldn’t breathe. Thomas’ touch had broken through her reservations and gone straight to the needy woman inside. Her legs began to shake. Arousal flared so hot inside her she fought not to cry out. To beg for him to make her come.

“Do you want something?”

Oh God, now he taunted her with his questions. She heard it in his voice. He knew exactly the effect he was having. Thomas trailed his fingers down her right hip, teasing her with an all too light touch. More like torturing her.

“Touch me.”

A quiet chuckle blew a puff of warm air across the flesh of her buttocks as she realized his mouth hovered close to her skin. “You definitely don’t give the orders in this relationship, beautiful. I decide when and what to give you, and you happily take whatever that may be.” He pushed two fingers through her wet slit a moment before plunging inside her.

She moaned at the delicious friction he created against her sensitive tissues. Dear God, she was going to die. His movements stilled with his fingers still filling her. Gabby wiggled her bottom willing him to move.

“Remain still. You will not move until I say so. And don’t even think about coming without permission.”

She wanted to scream in frustration. “Yes, Sir.” Although how she’d control it she had no idea. Failure was imminent.

Thomas’ talented fingers pulled from her clasp and trailed her juices down the inside of her thighs. Gabby’s heartbeat raced along with her accelerated breathing. Every touch of flesh to flesh drove her closer to the edge until she’d become one giant ball of aching need. With his fingers once again probing at her entrance, she felt more of her control slipping away. The fact he eased inside her one inch at a time did nothing to stop the pressure building behind her clit.

The first thrust lured her so close to the danger zone, she whimpered. Gabby balled her hands into tight fists and pressed them against her mouth as a scream built inside her. Those wicked fingers of his pushed and pulled harder and faster as her release continued to rise no matter how hard she fought it. Moans and sobs alternated from her lips until she knew it was too late. No way could she stop the impending release.

“I know, Gabrielle. I can feel it. You need to come baby, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Then ask me for it. Convince me you need it.”

“Oh God. Please Sir. I can’t hold it back. Please let me come for you.”

His thumb pressed hard against her clit, and Gabby shot forward on the couch over the added sensation.

“Then come, sweetheart. Let me feel your release on my hand.”

With little encouragement Gabby cried out and came, her muscles clamping down on his fingers as her body shuddered around them. She begged him to not stop as she rode out waves of the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever experienced. Thomas had given her the permission she craved and taken her to new heights. He’d given her the first taste of what true sexual freedom meant to her. She was never going to be the same again.