Teaching Bailey (5 page)

     
“I don’t have any questions really, Sir.”

     
“Really?  Don’t you want to know when you can lick my cock?”

     
“Sir?”

     
“Ask me nicely if you can lick my cock, Bailey.”

    
She froze.  She didn’t understand why she couldn’t do it earlier but now she could.  And as if he could see the confusion steaming from the back of her head, he answered her.

     
“Because we do things my way.  That is the way I am.”

     
“Can I lick your cock, Sir?”  She was surprised as easily those words came out now.

     
“Please do.”

    
Slowly she turned around looking at his non readable face.  She looked down to the submersed cock that she could see was standing erect.  For a moment, she considered how she was going to accomplish anything under the water but slowly he raised his hips letting just the head peak above the water.

    
She leaned down, remembering what she had watched, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue across the tip of his penis.  He released a quiet growl that made her feel as if she were doing something right for the first time in her life.  Again she ran her tongue over waiting for another growl.  When she didn’t get the reaction she was again hoping for she took it a step further, closing her mouth over the tip and kissing him.

    
Again she didn’t get a reaction.  This pissed her off.  She took a deep breath then slowly she took him in to her mouth going down below the water taking all that she could in her mouth.  She sucked and twirled her tongue over him on the way back up. 

    
This time she got a reaction.  It wasn’t verbal which is what she had been hoping for.  Her hands resting on his thighs felt the muscle contract and she knew she was doing something right.  A reaction he wasn’t able to hide giving her the confidence she needed.

    
Bailey opened her mouth and quickly sucked her way down.  Down under the water then back up again taking a breath before doing it again not daring to go too far.  As soon as she felt the head of his cock on the back of her throat, she would slowly move her way back up sucking with all her might. Trying her best to please him the way she had watched the woman online please that man. 

    
She felt him tighten and grow in her mouth before a thick substance coated her tongue.  She swallowed taking in every last drop he had given her.  Relishing in this moment that would be over soon.  Knowing that this was one of the few times left in her life that she would be able to experience this.  To experience a man aroused from her touch, and the taste of his arousal on her tongue.

     
“If I was giving out scores right now, you definitely would have just earned yourself an A.  I guess google helps a lot of things huh.”  He smiled warming her heart.  That was what she wanted.  A fun loving, down to earth, humor understanding man.  But she wouldn’t be able to have a man and this man was just hers for the week.  She sank backwards back down in to the water.

    
She twiddled her thumbs feeling his eyes on her.  She didn’t want to look up at him.  Not with the way she was feeling right now.  She couldn’t let him see it.  Let him see her and the emotional rollercoaster she was constantly riding.

     
“Bailey, why is it I have the feeling you are hiding something from me?”

     
“I don’t know Sir.  You know everything about me that you need to know.”

     
“What is it about you?  The part that you don’t think I need to know.”

     
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir.”

     
“I think you do.  But we won’t go in to that right now.  You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

    
He didn’t say another word to her as he stood, stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. 

    
Bailey tucked her head low and stepped out of the tub.  The minute her feet hit the floor, he had a towel drying her off.  She watched as he dried every inch of her body.  When he had finished with her feet, he stood.  Bailey stared in to his eyes trying to figure out what she was seeing there.  It was as if he had his own little secret there that he was hiding from her.

     
“Let’s go to bed, it’s going to be an early morning for you.”

    
Bailey was suddenly surprised.  “Are we going to be sleeping together?”

     
“Yes, for tonight.  It is important for you.”

     
“Why?”

     
“With this being your first time, the aftercare involves sleeping together.  Tomorrow night we will sleep separately.” 

    
She studied his words over and over.  She climbed in to the bed and just as he was reaching over to shut the light off she spoke.  “You don’t have to sleep with me.  I will be fine.  You know, if you don’t want.”

    
She watched a small smile appear before he shut the light off and climbed in beside her.  She felt the bed shifting with his weight as she rolled over putting her back towards him.  The fact of the matter was, she wanted him to sleep with her, but she was nervous.  She had never slept with anyone in a bed with her. 

    
Her breath hitched before letting out a squeal as his arm came down over the top of her waist pulling her back towards him and nestling against her.

     
“When I said after care was part of sleeping with you, I didn’t mean you had to be shy and sleep on the edge.  That almost messed with my massive size ego.”

    
She laughed at his words.  “I didn’t mean to disturb your ego.  I just wanted to make sure you had plenty of room.”

     
“Well, that is awfully nice of you, but why were you really laying on the edge?”

    
She didn’t know how he knew but beings that he did, there was no hiding it.  “To be honest, I’m nervous.  Okay.  Nervous, I haven’t ever shared a bed with anyone and after what we just did….  I’m nervous.”

     
“Hard part is over with.  Tell me you don’t like this feeling right now.  Tell me you don’t like having my arms around you.  That you don’t like feeling my heat soak in to your backside.”

     
“I can’t.”

     
“Why can’t you?”

     
“Because I do like it.  Can I ask you a question?”

     
“Yes.  You can ask me anything you like.  It doesn’t mean I will answer you.”

     
“Why are we sleeping naked?”

     
“Because I like sleeping naked and when I sleep in bed with a woman I expect to feel her bare skin next to mine.  It makes it easier when I wake up in the middle of the night with a craving.”

     
“Oh.”  That was all that she could get out.  She couldn’t believe he had just said that and yet at the same time she felt her excitement grow.  She took a quiet deep breath and adjusted herself slightly.  It wasn’t until she felt his erection grow behind her that her breathing ceased all together.  She pressed back just a little to make sure she was feeling what she thought she had.

     
“Keep doing that and you won’t be going to sleep anytime soon.”  His voice was low.

     
“But,,,.”  She didn’t say it.  She wondered how he could go to sleep like that.  In the condition that he was apparently in.

     
“But what?”

     
“How,, well how do you, you know?”

     
“No Bailey I don’t know, how do I what?”

     
“How do you sleep with that?”

     
“I’m used to it.  Don’t worry.  Quit rubbing your ass against me and it will go to sleep like you are supposed to be doing.”

     
“Sorry.”

    
She lay there thinking about all the events of the evening.  In one night she had met Cole.  Her Sir.  She had went from never being alone with a man in a bedroom before, to stripping as he watched and then helped, to passing out, to getting her first of what she feared and at the same time hoped for more of spanking, to losing her virginity, to giving him head, to taking a bath, to wanting to grind her ass in to his hard cock and now sleeping cuddled up next to him.  Wasn’t anything like she had expected her first night to be.

Chapter Six

     Bailey woke to the feeling of Coles finger sliding between her nether lips.  She lay there silently waiting for his next move.  The minute his finger brushed over her clit it was over.  The deep breath she took followed by the sudden push of her legs inching her backwards was all it took.  The tiny nub was super sensitive from Cole’s delicious assault earlier. 

     
“The minute you woke up I knew.  Do you wanna know how?”  His voice was deep and raspy as he whispered against her neck.

     
“How?”

     
“How, Sir?”  He corrected her.  “Because I felt your body tense up.”

     
“I’m sorry, Sir.  You startled me, Sir.”

     
“Perfectly normal.  You’re not used to men touching you how they like.  But when I am done with you, you’re going to crave it.  Do you like the sound of that?”

     
“Yes, Sir.”

     
“Open your legs for me.”

    
As if he had to tell her twice.  Her legs opened giving him the access he wanted.

             
“Do you want to know what it means to be a submissive?”  His breath mumbled against her neck as his fingers began caressing her immediately erect clit.

             
“Yes, Sir.”  She moaned  out.

             
“It means that you willingly give yourself to me, that you trust me, and that you want to please me.”

             
“Mm-mm.”  Her eyes drifted shut as his lips kissed over her collar bone, trailing lower.

             
“Do you submit?”  He asked as he thrust a finger inside her.

             
She gasped as she felt his finger curl against the soreness left from the night before. 

             
“God! Yes!”  She cried out.             

             
He laughed as pulled his finger away, lining his already sheathed cock with her entrance.  Slowly he slid inside her, waiting to give her soreness time to adjust.

             
She gasped as cock filled her, first from the soreness, then from the burning deep inside.  “Please, Sir.”  She begged.  She felt like she was already walking the thin line of orgasm bliss.

             
“Not yet.”  He chuckled.

             
She groaned.  She couldn’t take waiting.  It was right there.  She could almost feel it wanting to burst free.

             
“Please, Sir.  I’m begging.” 

             
“Mm-mm, you know what I want?”

             
“No, but I sure and the hell know what I want!”

             
“I’m hungry.”  He pulled his cock free from her, stepping of the bed, he walked naked out the door.

             
Bailey laid there wondering what in the hell had just happened.  How could he start something like that and then just walk away like it was no big deal? 

             
Grumbling she rolled out of bed, and headed for the shower.  She was going to need a cold one if she intended on leaving the room today.

             
Showering quickly, she stood looking at her suitcase.  What in the hell was she supposed to wear today? He hadn’t told her she should dress a certain way or anything, so she opted for of course the sexy underwear she now had, and a pair of jeans with a t-shirt. 

             
Dressing quickly, she went back in to the bathroom and began looking at herself in the mirror.  She shook her head.  There was no way she would be able to do what they had done yesterday.  She didn’t even know where to begin.

             
She reached inside the makeup bag and starting pulling stuff out.  She knew the basics, but it was the eye shadow that had her stumped.  She put everything on to the best of her ability, minus the eye shadow, blow dried her hair, and then brushed it out.

             
To her amazement, her hair was just as beautiful as it was yesterday.  And she hadn’t done a bad job on her makeup either.

             
“What do you see?”

             
Bailey jumped, turning around to see Cole standing there.  “I see me, but not me.”

             
“Oh, it’s you alright.  You are beautiful and sexy and you will tell yourself that every time you look in the mirror, starting now.”

             
“You want me to look in the mirror, and talk to myself?”  Her brows arched. 
Is this guy crazy?

             
“Yes.  I am not in the habit of repeating myself, do it.”

             
Her eyes fell to his lips that were tense.  His jaw was tight, his eyes were serious.  Slowly she turned looking in the mirror, she felt totally ridiculous.

             
“I am beautiful and sexy.”  She mumbled.

             
“No.  Tell yourself like you mean it.”

             
She growled.  “I am beautiful and sexy and I mean it.”  She hadn’t intended on it to come out as sarcastic as it sounded.

             
“One.  Now do it again.”

             
She spun around quickly.  “I don’t feel sexy and beautiful.  I don’t look like that.”

             
His face tightened.  “You do look exactly like that.  You are very sexy.  The most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you will quit thinking of yourself as anything other.”

             
“You think I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?”  She hadn’t intended on the burn of tears, but no man had ever said those words to her.  No person had ever told her she was beautiful.

             
“I am not in the habit of lieing.  Now you can turn around and repeat those words to yourself and then meet me downstairs for breakfast.”

             
“Yes, Sir.”  A smile spread across her lips and she thought she had seen a hint of a smile on his before he turned and left.

             
Taking a few deep breaths, she turned back to the mirror.  “Ok.  You are beautiful and sexy.  You are beautiful and sexy.  You are beautiful and sexy.  Not convinced but he thinks so.”

             
She chuckled before heading downstairs and for the first time taking in her surroundings.  She hadn’t noticed the stair case curve before.  Slowly she walked down, feeling the smoothness of the dark wooden rail. 

             
She stopped, looking at the multiple pictures on the wall.  They were that of book covers.  All personally autographed by a Susan Shelton.  The covers were sexy the characters on them were just as attractive as the cover.  Sensual and beautiful at the same time.  If she were a reader, the cover alone would have been enough to get her to purchase them.

             
As she rounded the corner, she saw her then.  Susan Shelton was a beautiful woman.  An autographed picture hung there.

             
Cole with all my love, Susan

             
She stopped looking at her long red hair, pale complexion and absolutely beautiful, and breath taking emerald eyes.  The woman was amazing.

             
“Now that is beautiful.”  Bailey whispered.

             
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

             
Bailey looked down at the foot of the stairs where Cole now stood. 

             
“Come.”  Cole said before turning and heading off around the staircase, in the direction of the kitchen.  Or so Bailey assumed.

             
She followed quickly, not wanting to get busted looking around again.  As she walked in, the kitchen was spectacular.  State of the art appliances, all sterling silver and shining brightly. 

             
She felt completely out of place here.  This was nothing like she had ever seen in person, much less ever cooked on. 

             
“I eat breakfast every morning between 8 and 8:30.  I expect it to be ready by then.  I drink my coffee black, and I never have the same thing twice in one week.  Now, with that being said, I eat simple.  I don’t expect a five course meal, but I do expect it to be edible.”

             
“Wait, I’m sorry.  Why are you telling me this?”  She really didn’t care how he ate.  Obviously by his appearance, he worked out and ate right or he only genes that people dreamed about.

             
“Because you will be cooking my breakfast, lunch and supper each and every day.  I am not a picky man.  I am allergic to blueberries, so we can’t have that.  Keep in mind, what you fix me, will be your meal as well.”

             
Her jaw dropped.  What was next, dusting and laundry?

             
“I’m sorry, how is this part of it?”  She watched his brow raise.

             
“Two.  Because you are here to learn to please your Dom.  It would please me greatly if you were to cook for me.  Not to mention, if you don’t know how to cook, then I need to teach you, so that your next Dom will be pleased.”

             
“I know how to cook.  I don’t understand what this has to do with it, but ok.  So are you ready for your breakfast now.”

             
“Three.  Yes.”

             
“Three what?!”  She was irritated and left high and dry and not in the mood for games.

             
“Four.  I do believe you are forgetting something.”  His lips turned.

             
“Fuck!”  Her hand came crashing down over her lips.  She had never in her life said a curse word out loud before now.  Her cheeks heated as embarrassment filled her.  She didn’t know what to say next, so she walked over to the fridge, opened it quickly, reached in and grabbed two Greek yogurts and placed them on the table.                           

             
Not chancing a look at him, she kept her eyes down and asked, “Spoons, Sir?”

             
“In the drawer directly in front of the coffee pot.”

             
She could hear the amusement in his voice.  She grabbed two spoons and quickly took her place at the table, sitting down.  She didn’t touch her yogurt yet.  She waited for him to sit and then she opened it.  She ate quickly, hoping the sooner she got out of the kitchen, the quicker she could get her foot out of her mouth.

             
When she finished her yogurt, it was then that she noticed that he hadn’t touched his.  Still not daring a look, she asked, “Is something wrong?”

             
“Do you wish me dead?”  His tone was flat.

             
Her head jerked up, “No!  Why would you say that?”

             
“Blueberries.”

             
She looked over at his yogurt and low and behold, it was blueberry. 

             
“Oh! My! God!  I am so sorry.”  She jumped up feeling even more embarrassed now and went back to the fridge, taking the yogurt back.  She opened and looked through them.  Then it hit her.

             
“If you are allergic, why do you have all blueberry flavored?”  She turned, questioning him.

             
“My sister visit’s often, it is her favorite.  I myself don’t eat yogurt of any kind.”

             
“Oh.”  She turned looking back in the fridge.  “What would you like then?”

             
“Lucky for you, I think a bowl of corn flakes with banana slices will do this morning.”

             
After he showed her where everything was, she sat waiting him to finish.  He stood taking his bowl to the sink, rinsing it, he took his dishes and her spoon and placed them in the dishwasher.

             
“So, let’s talk about what you are doing wrong this morning all ready, shall we?”

             
She groaned.  “Yes, Sir.”

             
“One, that is the first time you have addressed me correctly.  Two, you didn’t listen to what I was saying.  Three you have on entirely way to much clothing.”

             
Her head popped up, eyes shocked.  “What?”

             
“All of that sexy lingerie that you brought with you, appealing as it is, won’t be in use while you are here.  You can wear panties, but that is it.  There is a pair of black high heels in the closet in your room.  You will wear them while you are not sleeping or I say otherwise.”

             
She smiled.  “You’re joking right?”