TruthConsequences
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S omething felt strange. She couldn’t close her legs; something was restricting her movements. Heat engulfed her clit, but she couldn’t figure out why. Oh, wait, maybe it was the cinnamon oil? That must be why she felt so warm and tingly between her legs. But she hid the bottle, didn’t she? Where was Gage? He could make the aching go away.
She tried to reach between her legs, but for some reason her hand wouldn’t reach. Her wrist was tethered to something. Was she still on the table? No, it was much too comfy.
Gradually, she came awake and realized she was not in her own bed. Cool air tickled her breasts, and she shivered as the sheet was drawn away. Teeth scraped her nipple. A tongue followed. It wasn’t a dream. Fingers caressed and teased but it was not enough to make her come.
“Mmm, that feels good, but I need more. Please, I need to come.” His hand stilled and she moaned in response.
“No coming for you today.”
“Ooh,” she whined, “but why?” She opened her eyes to find him looming over her.
He looked more menacing than usual, with his dark beard and messy hair. “You should’ve woken me up last night.”
“I—you were sound asleep and looked so peaceful.”
“Doesn’t matter. You figured out how to avoid reading your book to me.” While he spoke, he shifted her to the middle of the bed and climbed between her legs. She came fully awake when he dragged the head of his cock back and forth through her juices and, without warning, thrust deep.
Brynne tried to reach for him and wrap her legs around his torso, but she met with resistance. “You tied me to the bed?!”
His eyes glittered. “You were not where you were supposed to be.”
“Oh!” To hammer the point home, he lifted her untethered leg up to his shoulder and slowed down his thrusts. His thumb found her clit, and he teased it until she writhed and tilted up to meet him. “Are you close?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Good, because close is as far as you’re getting today.”
“Motherfucker!”
“That’s going to cost you.” He took his hand away and picked up the pace, his face contorted with his impending release.
Brynne took advantage of his eyes closing and used her free hand to play with herself. Her hitched breathing must have given her away because he caught her in the act. He let her leg drop off his shoulder and pinned her arm to the bed as he came with a roar.
His body dropped onto hers and he pinned her there until his breathing returned to normal.
She wiggled, but he didn’t budge. “You’re crushing me, and I have to pee; let me up!”
“I beg your pardon?”
Could he sound more imperious? Calming her fury, she schooled her voice and asked again, “Please Gage, I really need to go.”
“That’s better.” He lifted himself and unbuckled her wrist. “I left one hand free so you can get these off. The buckle is quite easy.”
Swatting his hand away from her ankle, she quickly undid the cuff herself and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it.
So, that bastard planned to keep her on the edge all day? Ha! She would find a way. Let the games begin.
He was gone when she came out. She heard him whistling in the kitchen and found him making the coffee.
“I expect you to be ready at ten for a workout. There is a fitness room on the third floor. We will have lunch at one and you’ll read me those passages. You can write when my massage therapist comes over at three. And tonight, we are going out for dinner.”
“Christ, I’m not a child. Are you planning every waking moment for me?”
“Get used to it. You should know, in many D/s relationships, the Dom is in total control, and he takes over all aspects of his sub’s life. Her food, what she wears, how much exercise, sleep schedule, orgasms, and so on.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want that kind of arrangement. That’s a bit much.”
“Lucky for you, it’s not my cup of tea either. But I warned you there would be consequences for every rebellion.”
Brynne put the bolinhos in the microwave to warm them up. “Maybe you should explain the ground rules, so I don’t get into any more trouble?”
“Good point. We never discussed your hard and soft limits. I should have insisted on that before we drew up our agreement.”
“True. There are things I won’t do.”
“Such as?”
Brynne could feel her face heating. “I have a list that Mistress Patricia gave me. I could draw from that.”
“Fetch it.”
She scowled at him. “Can’t I get a cup of coffee in me first?”
“I’m counting every one of your little fits. If I were you, I’d go now.”
She huffed at him and stalked out. In her bedroom, she pulled the paper from its hiding spot in her backpack. A quick scan had her rethinking some of those choices. She searched for a pen to make some adjustments.
“What is taking so long?” he said from right behind her.
Brynne jumped out of her skin with a screech. “What the hell?! You scared me to death!”
“Why are you so jumpy?”
“I’m used to living alone. Stop sneaking up on me.”
He saw the papers on the bed. As he leaned over, she turned to grab them, but he was quicker.
“What are you afraid of, Brynne? Is there something you want to remove?”
She put her hand out, and he gave the sheets back to her. She pulled them to her chest defensively and her shoulders sagged in relief.
He smiled mischievously. “Let’s review and discuss the parameters of this truce.”
He poured the coffee and put the warm donuts out. “I’ll go first. The ground rules are very simple. When I ask you to do something, you obey immediately. Of your own free will, you submit to my physical and sexual demands. You accept punishment for not following the rules—the ones you know, and the ones you don’t.”
She bristled and was about to reply, but the look in his eyes stopped her.
“You keep me informed as to your physical health—if you are under the weather or have your period, for example. While you are with me, you don’t flirt or lead any other man on. And when you call out or signal your safe word, I will stop everything. Red is a full stop and yellow is slow down and check in.”
Brynne sipped her coffee and digested what he said. “What kinds of physical and sexual demands?”
“That’s where your list comes in. But in short, sucking, fucking, bondage, and discipline.”
Wow. That’s one way of putting it.
She looked at the list and didn’t know where to begin.
“May I see?” He put his hand out. “I assure you there are things on that list that don’t interest either of us, but Patricia is always inclusive, so she probably covered all the bases.”
“Okay.” Brynne handed it to him and took the pen out.
He scanned the first page and popped a donut in his mouth. “Shall we go section by section?”
She stammered, “Fine.”
“I can see you are open to various types of bondage, nothing too extreme—no hoods and no suspension upside down. Got it.”
Brynne cleared her throat. “I don’t know how I feel about wearing any kind of gag.”
“In your interview, you said you had been in two D/s relationships. How can you not know how you feel about that?”
Oh shit. “I might have exaggerated a little. They were dominant, but neither were into restraints and stuff.”
Gage’s mouth pursed, and he tilted his head like the headmaster at school when he wasn’t buying the story. “Exaggerated? I knew you were overstating your experience to get the job.”
She looked at him sheepishly. “Um, maybe a little.”
“Perhaps that means one of your maybe s should change to a yes. For me.”
Her stomach dropped. “Like what?”
“I’ll know when we get to it. Let’s continue.”
They went down the list and he explained the things she put question marks next to. Together, they crossed out a bunch of items that did not interest him and totally unnerved her. She agreed to try some other maybe s to see if she liked them.
When he got to the sexual activity list, things got interesting.
“I see you marked anal sex with a no / don’t know . Have you had a bad experience?”
“I haven’t tried it. And frankly, I can’t see you going in through the out door with that monster you call a penis.”
Gage choked on his coffee. He took a few minutes to stop coughing and collect himself, and even then, she saw he couldn’t contain his amusement. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, Brynne. I will ensure you are well prepared. That’s what we have toys and plugs for. You are open to those, aren’t you?”
“I guess so. But for now, that stays on the maybe-one-day list.”
He nodded, but there was a twinkle in his eye, and she knew they would revisit that one. They got through the bottom half of the list without incident. She was relieved he didn’t question her rejection of tickling and electricity, but her pulse raced, knowing he now had the means to push her buttons.
A box was on her bed when she went to change. Inside were a pair of hot pink workout shorts and a white all-in-one bra tank top. Both pieces were too small, but she had little choice until she did some shopping. She checked herself in the mirror. Holy shit, this will be interesting.
Brynne put on some pink lip gloss and her trainers and headed upstairs. His workout room was bigger than her apartment. It wasn’t only the array of professional equipment that shocked her—it was the stunning views of the water. Lined up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were five kinds of professional-grade cardio machines. The back wall had weight machines, free weights, and a corner for boxing. She hated working out, except for boxing, but she was badly in need of some exercise. Her clothes were tight, and she had gained at least five pounds since arriving in Skye.
She stepped on the treadmill and studied the complex dashboard, looking for the ON button.
“Looking for this?” He snuck up on her again and she screeched and stomped her foot.
“You should wear a bell, so I know you’re coming.”
From the devilish way he smiled, she knew his devious mind filed that away for future use. He flipped a small, concealed switch, and the screen lit up. After his quick tutorial, she started a walking program.
Brynne stepped on to the side rails and turned to him. “While I appreciate you providing me with an outfit to exercise in, you got my size wrong. It’s too small and I look ridiculous.”
He looked her up and down, his pupils widening. “I chose the outfit for my enjoyment. It’s perfect if you ask me.”
“You mean your amusement. At my expense!”
“No, Brynne. Everything I dress you in is with intention. You are not supposed to feel ridiculous; you are supposed to enjoy knowing you are turning me on. Sometimes it will be pink short-shorts, other times it will be stockings and garters under a revealing evening gown, or a leather body harness that shows off all your assets and hides nothing.”
Brynne looked off to the left and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I am not used to wearing such revealing things.”
He took her chin in his hand. “Are you ashamed of your body? Has someone made you feel self-conscious about it?”
She bit her lip. God, I don’t want to go there. She nodded.
“That is unfortunate. If that person said you were stupid, would you believe it?”
Her forehead creased. “No.”
“Do you hold him—and I assume it was a him —in high esteem, or value his opinion?”
“Hell no.”
“Then he isn’t worthy of your energy, and it’s time to wipe those thoughts from your head. I could always arrange to have his legs broken.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. Be happy I gave you something to put on. Now, start that machine up so I can watch your delicious ass while I lift weights.”
Brynne worked her way up to a decent speed, dismayed to feel winded after ten minutes.
She could feel Gage’s eyes on her, enjoying the sight of her skimpy shorts creeping up inch by inch. She imagined him behind her with glistening muscles as he pushed weights up and down, the steady clank of the machine keeping time with his heavy breathing. The room was warm. She recalled in vivid detail all the unbelievable things he had done to her, with her. It was only her second day, and she was falling under his dominant spell. In that short time, he made her acutely aware of her body and its carnal purpose: giving and receiving pleasure.
There was another, more dangerous aspect of this agreement she needed to guard against: the allure of having someone take care of her, to make decisions, and take over the burdens of money, food, and shelter. Could she become addicted to that? Possibly. Unless the price was too high. Losing my sense of self and everything I have worked for. I cannot let that happen.
The decision was simple. Play the game. Follow the rules and get the experience. Do not let him wear down my defenses. This whole thing was just temporary, and he could end it on a whim.
Gage sat back and started his reps, admiring the way her little shorts rode up, revealing more of her ass. It would be a challenge to deny her any orgasms today, especially when any diabolical scenes he devised were sweet torture for him as well. He switched to the leg press and realized his masseuse Kylie might expect to give him a happy ending. Shit . It had been several months since he’d seen her. It could get awkward if she tried to arouse him, like last time. He needed to ensure that didn’t happen.
Tonight, he planned to introduce Brynne to new things marked as maybe and don’t know on her limits list. He never expected to enjoy teaching her how to submit. After this was over, he would find a submissive. There was no reason to continue being celibate.
She was glowing from her cardio, and getting into the spirit of strutting her stuff. A few feet in front of where he stood doing lat pull downs, she started stretching. The windows reflected a mischievous grin on her face as she gave him a tantalizing view of her backside. She spread her legs and started doing squats. After two sets, she bent over to touch her toes, and he stopped and watched. His cock was already ready for action, but he intended to make her wait. To remove temptation from view and piss her off a little, he got on the treadmill.
He increased the speed until he was running full on. After five minutes, his curiosity got the better of him. When he slowed and turned to see what she was doing, he almost fell off the rolling track.
Brynne lay back on the weight bench. Her legs were spread with her feet planted on either side of the leather seat. She had pulled her shorts down, so they rested at her hips, and her top was rolled up, baring her breasts. With eight-pound weights in each hand, she was doing flat dumb bell presses. Not on my watch!
He walked over and took the weights out of her hands. “You shouldn’t be doing this exercise without a spotter.”
“Oh.” She turned her twinkling eyes on him, feigning innocence. “Would you be able to spot me, then?”
“I don’t think so. I think it’s time for the punishment you’ve had coming since yesterday.”
“Wait, what for?” She tried to rise, but he pushed her back down.
“I told you, I don’t need a reason.” She didn’t need to know he couldn’t remember what it was.
Gage yanked her shorts down. Instead of taking them totally off, he unhooked one leg, twisted the material so it tightened on her calf, and then pulled it under the bench and put her other foot back through the narrowed leg hole.
Brynne squirmed. “Were you a boy scout?”
“Ha! Maybe in another life.”
Gage went to the cabinet, where he kept an array of toys. Today, she would experience a combo leather and suede flogger. It would thud with a little sting and was perfect to use on her breasts, thighs, and pussy. He also grabbed a little bottle of oil.
Her eyes had darkened to the color of chocolate, her pupils blown wide with excitement. When she opened her mouth to say something, he silenced her with a finger to her lips and a warning shake of his head. He rolled the tank top up over her head and discarded it.
“Put your hands under the curve of your back and keep them there.”
She hesitated for a second and he swatted her breast hard enough to make her gasp. With wide eyes, she watched him and quickly tucked her hands underneath.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to warm you up with my hands and then we will test out the new flogger I bought just for you.”
He bent down low and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then he moved to nip and lick her nipples, which were standing at attention.
She gasped in shock then moaned as he smacked one breast and then the other several times, turning them pink. He shocked her with a quick slap between her legs, making her jump. “Oh. My. God!”
The tops of her thighs received the same treatment before he gave another surprise swat to her swollen sex.
“Are you ready?”
She mewled and nodded.
“Say it. Do you accept this punishment, knowing it gives me pleasure?”
“Yes. I accept.”
“Do you understand your role for the next month is to submit to my wishes—even when you don’t like them? Dressing to please me? Deferring to my judgment in all things?”
She bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Good girl. Why do I like hearing that?
Gage circled her, and she felt like that girl on the dining table at the club: a centerpiece to admire—laid out for his enjoyment. It made her feel powerful and sexy. Any lingering self-consciousness disappeared when she saw his tented shorts. His gaze went from hooded to hard in a split second, and he followed that up with the first strike on her thighs. It took her breath away.
He took his time—letting her get used to the feel of the half-inch leather strips on her skin. At first, it felt like she was lying naked in a spring rainstorm, big droplets of water pitter-pattering on her skin. Gradually they got harder until the pelting made her squirm and moan. She fought the urge to cry yellow . It didn’t actually hurt. In fact, it felt like every area touched by the strands heated, swelled, and preened for his attention. Her moans grew into brief gasps interspersed with growled swear words.
What’s wrong with me? How can I like this?
If he hit the right spot between her legs, she would come.
The bastard must have known she was close. Suddenly, he stopped and stripped off his shorts. His cock looked ravenous, the head shiny with pre-cum. He straddled the bench and moved to stand over her face.
“Get it nice and wet.” The words were ground out with effort, his accent very pronounced. He rested his hands on the bench above her head and fed it into her open mouth. He hovered there, raising and lowering his length to the back of her throat, while she coated it with her saliva.
She heard him swear, then he raised himself up and reached between her legs. Brynne sighed audibly when his hand caressed her tender and engorged sex. He coated his fingers in the wetness that had gathered between and showed it to her.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the flogging, sweetheart. You’re soaked.”
She stuck her tongue out at him in response.
His eyes gleamed as he spread her juices all over his length. Then he collected more and spread it between her breasts. Realization dawned and her brows snapped together. She wanted to call him a selfish prick, but found herself admiring his ingenuity. Jared was right—he was Ph.D. level, and she was totally under his spell.
He squatted down, crushed her breasts together around his cock, and started thrusting back and forth between them. Brynne grabbed onto his thighs and watched him piston back and forth, mesmerized.
She could tell he was getting close—his jaw was rigid, and his legs vibrated under her hands. He stopped and reached for a little bottle from his discarded shorts. She watched as he dribbled a stream of oil onto his shaft. He took her hands and put them where his had been holding her breasts. “Squeeze them together nice and tight, and don’t let go.”
He braced his hands on his legs and thrust back and forth. The erotic sounds of the oil sluicing around their flesh filled the room. With a growl, he came, and it shot all over her neck and chin, and some landed in her hair.
No damned orgasm for her, but he got his rocks off. She lay there stunned and horny as hell, committing every single moment to memory. The flogger was shocking and amazing. No one knew she had secret fantasies about that very thing. Could he have snuck into her computer and read her dirty stories?
Gage roused her from her thoughts as he pulled her shoes and socks off and then unwrapped her legs from the shorts. He pulled her up and carried her to the bathroom that adjoined the workout space. The shower stall was bigger than the one in the master bathroom, and it featured rows of jets lining the wall. He put her down and set the water to come from the two rain heads.
He washed her hair while she stood there in a trance. When he was done, she washed his back while he did his front. As he wrapped her in a big fluffy towel, she asked, “How long are you going to keep me on edge?”
“If you are good, I’ll put you out of your misery tonight before bed.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
He gave her a hard look. “I’ll know if you bring yourself off. You won’t like the consequences.”
“Always with the scare tactics,” she said, biting her lip nervously.
“Why don’t you go get dressed? I’ll meet you in the living room and you can read to me.”