Training the Help [Hedon Falls 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

Sophie bent forward and placed her hands on the floor, then crawled over to kneel at his feet. He grabbed her hair and yanked it upward, guiding her into a standing position. Without releasing her hair, he led her to the couch. The hair pulling hurt, but being led around by it was making Sophie wet. He sat down and placed the toys beside him. Then he bent her over his legs so her ass was sticking up and her upper body dangled over the other side. She moaned slightly. He grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and yanked them down to mid-thigh, taking her panties, as well.

Sophie could feel her pussy getting wetter just thinking about what he would be doing to her. She felt his hand on her ass, rubbing and squeezing her flesh before he slapped one side, and then the other, causing her to moan softly. The contact stung a bit, but it faded quickly when the arousal coursed through her. Two more quick slaps and she knew she was dripping.

“Get up,” he ordered. She stood. “Take off the pajamas, put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.”

Sophie stepped quickly out of the pajama pants and her underwear, and then placed her palms against the wall. She moved her feet apart so her ass was sticking out a bit. She could hear Jack behind her but didn’t turn her head to look. She didn’t think he would like that. His hand traced a line over her ass and down her thighs, causing her to shiver.

“What’s your safe word?” he asked in a low voice beside her ear.

“Books, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good. I’m going to gag you, Sophie.” She stiffened, but whether it was due to fear or excitement, she wasn’t sure.

“But, Sir, if I need my safe word—”

“Quiet!” he snapped. “I don’t want you to make a sound. No moaning, no crying out, no screaming. The gag is a bit that you can bite down on to stop yourself. If you need to use your safe word, I’ll be able to understand.”

“Yes, Sir.” She really hoped she would be able to comply with that demand. He placed a soft, tubelike object across her mouth and ordered her to bite down. He pulled the straps around to the back of her head and fastened it there. She chewed experimentally on the bit, and she wondered when he would get on with it when she felt a sharp sting on her left cheek. She sucked in a breath, but managed to keep silent as she wondered what he had used. It definitely hadn’t been his hand. The sting faded quickly enough. Then her right side was treated to the same. Sophie focused on breathing deeply to move past the pain. Another slap on the left was harder than the first and now she had to bite harder to keep quiet. Jack alternated back and forth, harder and harder. To Sophie’s horror, she found herself drooling as her teeth clamped down. She was unable to swallow properly with the bit in her mouth. Her face hurt from scrunching it up so hard, and tears ran down her cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound. At last, she felt Jack’s hand run softly over her still-stinging backside. He turned her around to look at him. He lifted a soft cloth to her face and tenderly wiped away her tears and the drool on her chin.

“You did beautifully, Sophie,” he murmured. “And now I’m going to reward you. Would you like that?”

She nodded. If this reward was anything like the last time, she’d like it a lot.

“Sit on the couch and spread your legs as wide as they’ll go,” he told her. Sophie sat and opened her legs to him, the heat within her burning at the hungry look he gave her pussy. He instructed her to put her feet on the couch and hold her ankles, which she quickly did. He produced two pairs of handcuffs from his back pocket. He used them to bind her hands to her ankles. This left her fully exposed to him and unable to close her legs. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, but she figured it wasn’t meant to be. Trying to keep herself from squirming too much, she watched his eyes on her. The look he gave her had the juices running out her pussy and she could feel it dripping down the crack of her ass and onto the couch below.

Jack took up a position in front of her and held the riding crop in his hand. He used it to lift her T-shirt and expose her breasts. When he brushed it over the skin, circling her nipples but not quite touching, it increased the ache she felt in her clit. She needed to moan or whimper or do something.

As if reading her mind, Jack said, “You must remain absolutely quiet or you won’t get your reward. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widened. She desperately wanted that reward.
You can do this, Sophie.
She nodded her head.

“Good,” he said, and flicked the riding crop directly against her pussy.

Sophie’s body jerked involuntarily, and she sank her teeth into the bit as the sensations rushed through her. It was painful, but pleasurable. Or was it pleasurable with a hint of pain? She didn’t know why she reacted this way. She only knew that she liked it. She liked it a lot. As the riding crop struck her a second time, she dug her fingernails into her ankles, determined not to make a sound. If she did, he would stop and she needed to come so badly. Another flick landed directly on her swollen clit and though she sucked in a breath rather sharply, she managed to keep from crying out.

Sophie closed her eyes and withdrew into herself, focusing only on the pleasurable feelings coursing through her body. Her legs and arms ached from being forced into this stretched-open position, but she loved it and before long, she could feel the tingling through her spine and abdomen that meant her orgasm was close to the surface. She wasn’t sure she could hold the sounds in. Everything within her wanted to break free and burst over her, including the scream building in her chest.

“Are you close to coming, Sophie?” Jack asked with a ragged voice.

Her eyes flew open and she nodded vigorously.

“Do you want to scream when you come?”

She nodded again, silently begging, and panting hard through her teeth.

“Scream for me, Sophie,” he replied, his voice a low, silken caress. He flicked her clit one last time.

An inhuman sound exploded out of Sophie’s mouth as the orgasm gripped her and she expelled all the moaning and crying she’d been containing in one long, keening wail. Spasms rocked her entire body and she shook uncontrollably. Time ceased to exist as she lost herself in the throes of her climax, completely unaware of anything except the spinning of her head. As the sensations began to ebb, she felt a gentle touch on her cheek and opened her eyes to see Jack in front of her. And inexplicably, she burst into tears.

Jack undid the handcuffs and helped her stretch out her legs. Then he sat down and pulled her onto his lap, tenderly caressing her hair as she cried. Sophie didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her. The orgasm had been spectacular, but she couldn’t stop the tears. “Jack,” she whispered between sobs. “Why am I crying?”

He squeezed her tightly and kissed her forehead. “It’s just another kind of release,” he said. “It’s not as uncommon as you might think.”

“Oh.” Sophie rested her head against his shoulder and enjoyed the warmth of him around her. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so safe and cared for.
Which is ironic considering he just spanked me and whipped me with a crop.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat, but Jack stayed with her until her tears had stopped completely and she was practically asleep.

* * * *

Before he left for his business trip the next day, Jack handed her a stack of books. As Sophie flipped through them, she realized that they were all about BDSM. She blushed and stared down at the floor. Jack grabbed her chin and forced her gaze up to meet his.

“I want you to read as much as you can,” he said to her. “Some of those are romances, like the one you read the other day, but some of them are instructional and I thought you might find them useful.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He stared into her eyes for a few moments, before he quickly brushed his lips across hers. Sophie’s pulse raced and her stomach clenched, but before she could react, he was gone. She slumped down into one of the kitchen chairs to stare blindly at the pile of books. He was barely out of the house and she missed him already. The intensity of her feelings for him had her scared. He was dominant and forceful, but at times, he was sweet and tender. And Sophie’s heart was beginning to melt for him. But he was married and that made her sad. Why couldn’t she have met him at another time, when he had no other commitments?

Sophie shook her head and stood back up. Moping around and pining for a married man wouldn’t do her any good. She needed to keep herself busy. Jack would be gone for the better part of the week and she’d go crazy if she didn’t have anything to do. Thankfully, looking after the big house kept her occupied, and she spent some time wandering the town and getting to know the place. She discovered a coffee shop downtown called Carol’s Café and they had a wonderful selection of specialty coffees and desserts. It was cozy and quaint and Sophie went in so often that Carol was beginning to recognize her on sight and would have her caramel macchiato waiting before Sophie could even order. Sophie liked to sit in one of the comfortable chairs near the front window and write in her journal. She had begun detailing her adventures with Jack, inspired by the books she had been reading. The instructional books helped her to understand the equipment that could be used and some of the psychology behind BDSM, but she loved the way the romances described the feelings of the Doms and the subs. She tried to include as much of her emotion as she could in her descriptions.

One day, Sophie walked past the old mill that was being converted into the art gallery whose opening she would be attending with Jack. It was a beautiful old building. The front had been replaced by large windows, which had posters hanging in them. Sophie went for a closer look. When she saw them, she nearly choked on her coffee. The opening exhibit, which she would be seeing with Jack, featured erotic art.
Fan-fucking-tastic
. She would have to walk around and admire pieces that would, no doubt, make her hornier than ever. Maybe I should invest in a vibrator, she thought. But the thought of actually going into the one adult store in Hedon Falls embarrassed her greatly. She’d have to make do with her hand for now.

She was jolted out of her thoughts by the ringing of her cell phone. Neither Jack nor Kendra had called her before. She answered the phone without checking the display. “Hi,” she said.

“Hey, babe. I’m so happy to hear your voice.” It was Tony.

Annoyance flared. “Tony, how the fuck did you get this number?”

“Your landlord was very helpful when I told him I had a
position
for you.” He laughed. “I actually have several positions in mind.”

“Fuck off, Tony,” Sophie said. She was too exhausted to deal with his crap. “Don’t call me again.” She hung up and turned the ringer off. Stupid idiot couldn’t take a hint. She would have to have a word with the landlord.

Later that week, when Jack arrived home from his trip, Sophie could barely contain her happiness. She really overdid the submissive bit, waiting on him, and following every direction he gave her. The anticipation of further lessons meant her panties had been soaked for most of the day and her heart raced whenever he looked at her. But as the time slipped past, she noticed that he seemed to be more distant than before, keeping their interactions to a minimum, and this left her confused. When he abruptly excused himself after dinner, Sophie sat still at the table, burning with shame.

Of course he was having second thoughts about their relationship. It really did blur the boundaries between training and sex. And clearly, any feelings Sophie had for him were one-sided. She could feel the tears prickling at the back of her eyes and began to clear the table before she could think about it too much more. She had just finished putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when she heard him from across the room.

“Sophie,” he said, the commanding tone in his voice sending a chill down her spine. “Get on your knees.”

There was no question of disobeying. She dropped to the floor and bowed her head as she waited for his next directions. He walked over and stood behind her, and as their lesson began, Sophie was happy to once again have the chance to please her Sir.

Jack’s eyes were glued to the television screen where he watched a bound and gagged woman getting fucked by her Dom. He stroked his cock rapidly, trying to reach climax as quickly as he could, desperate to relieve the pent-up desire. He flashed back to the vision of Sophie kneeling on the kitchen floor where he had tied her up and gagged her, before spanking her pretty ass until it practically glowed. He had almost blown his load when he ordered her to masturbate and bring herself to orgasm in front of him. With a groan, he closed his eyes and pumped faster, imagining that he was thrusting in and out of his sub’s slick pussy. That pushed him over the edge and he grunted as the hot semen spurted over his hand and the towel he had beside him. When the last drop had spilled out of him, he wiped his hand and lay back on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

He was walking a very fine line with Sophie and he knew it. The fact that thinking of her had him coming faster than his favourite bondage porn told him that. She was amazing. There was no other way to describe it. She had been the perfect sub today and he’d been hard from the time she’d said breathlessly, “Welcome home, Sir.” He had wanted to take her right then, bent over the table while he slid his cock deep within her.