Chapter 5
PIERCE
The security guard informed me that my little one arrived forty-five minutes ago, right on time. I had him take her directly to my room, bypassing the bar in case she didn’t arrive wearing her mask. Taking her request seriously, I want to wait until she’s ready to show me her face.
It’s taken all of my self-restraint to leave her to explore my room and situate herself. We have so much to talk through tonight, and I need to keep a clear head. If I had my way, I’d chain her to the wall and devour her cunt for hours, but if she’s to be my submissive in training, we have to set the ground rules. Tonight will be a testament to self-control.
Downing the last of my drink, I reach into my pocket as I navigate through the bar, stopping outside the door to my private room. When I’ve secured my mask in place, I hold my key card to the door handle, take a deep breath, and enter.
Holy fuck.
I’ve imagined this moment since that night in the voyeur hall, but she is even more breathtaking. Her ass is fucking perfect as she sits on her heels, unable to see me with her head down and arms roped above her head .
My cock stirs in my pants, already getting hard at the sight of her, waiting and ready for me. She flinches as the door clicks shut, and I flip the lock. I loosen my tie before discarding it on the chest of drawers and roll up the sleeves of my crisp white shirt. The rapid rise and fall of my chest betray my usually calm, collected nature when I’m in this room. It’s something akin to nerves, and I’m not accustomed to it.
She looks edible, and all I can see is her back, the scrap of the lace thong I had her put on, highlighting her cheeks to perfection. Walking toward her, I hear her sharp intake of breath as I get closer until I’m standing at her back.
Reaching out, I ghost my fingers over her shoulder. “Good evening, little one,” I say, caressing her neck before slipping my hand under her chin. “You may look at me.” I force her head back to look up at me.
“Good evening, Sir.” Her voice is dreamlike as if she’s in a haze from waiting patiently. She’s drunk on submission, and it’s so fucking beautiful. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my mouth.
“Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” She tries to look away, but I keep a firm grip on her chin and dip my head down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t be shy, little one. Not in here and not with me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You follow instructions well.”
“Thank you.”
“In the future, this is how you will wait for me in this room.” She gives a small nod as I let go of her chin. “Do you enjoy this position?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to please you.” I have to stop from groaning at her words.
“Should I check if it aroused you, little one?”
“Yes, please.”
Kneeling behind her, I reach around her waist. “Spread your legs for me like a good girl.”
She does as I ask, and I let my hand travel down to the apex of her thighs, my fingers gently caressing what’s mine .
The lace is drenched in her arousal. “You’re soaked. Did it turn you on to sit and wait for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I nuzzle her long, elegant neck as I press soft circles against her clit, the lace the only thing that separates us. “Are you going to run away this time?”
“No, Sir,” she moans as she tilts her head, giving my lips full access. She smells so fucking good, and it only makes me harder.
“Did you enjoy watching me fist my dick because of you?”
“Yes. I wished I could’ve been the one to satisfy you.”
“You will, little one, but not before we sign a contract.” I slip one finger under her lace panties before putting it up to her mouth. “Taste what I do to you.”
She licks my finger clean, sucking it into her mouth, teasing me with how good it’s going to feel when I slip my dick between her lips and make her take every hard inch. Her soft mewls of pleasure are almost enough to make me abandon my plan for the evening and lose myself in her, but I leave her wanting more as I get to my feet and set about loosening the ropes. Reaching out my hand, I help her into a standing position before taking a moment to admire how she looks in the lingerie I picked out. Her tits are full, heavy, and perfect for fucking.
All in good time.
I lead her over to the bed and sit down, gesturing for her to sit in my lap which she does with such ease as if she’s done it a thousand times before.
“Before we go any further, we need to discuss the rules. Have you done any research on Dominant/submissive agreements?”
“Yes, Sir, but I thought we were going to… be physical tonight.” There’s such hesitation in her voice. She’s too bashful to ask for what she wants.
“You mean you thought I would fuck you?” She shivers, unable to meet my gaze.
She nods, her eyes fixed on the floor.
“If you can’t voice what you want from me, this won’t work.”
“I’m embarrassed. I’ve never done anything like this before. ”
“That’s okay. I’m a submissive trainer, little one. Do you want me to teach you how to ask for what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I rest my hand on the small of her back, loving how she relaxes into my touch, nestling her head against my chest.
“Okay then, I want you kneeling before me. Now.”
She does it without hesitation, and as she looks up at me through hooded lashes, her face obscured by a lavender mask, I find myself aching to kiss her pretty pink lips.
I have a file on the bed with all of the relevant information we need to get started.
“Good girl. You look beautiful on your knees.”
She wets her bottom lip before biting down on it. She’s gorgeous, and I haven’t even seen her full face.
“I want you to answer my questions honestly so that I know how best to train you. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then we’ll begin.” I open the file of papers and start at the beginning.
“I have a questionnaire here. Some basic information I require. You can leave your name blank… for now. I would usually create a three-month agreement with a prospective submissive, but I get the feeling I am your first foray into the lifestyle. Am I right?”
“Yes, Sir. I have no experience.” A wave of pride rushes through me at the knowledge. I’ll be the one to find every last one of her kinks.
“I am proposing that we have a six-month contract. You need time to explore your likes and dislikes. Your soft and hard limits. I will be your safety net. Put your trust in me, and I’ll help you become the submissive you crave to be.” My pulse is racing as I put forward my desire for more time. This is a first for me, but I already know three months won’t be long enough.
“I’d like that.”
“Here.” I hand her the first sheet of paper. “You will take this home, take your time to read it over, and complete it to the best of your ability. This first page is standard. ”
I watch as her eyes go wide as saucers when she starts reading.
“Sexual history, birth control, STI testing. They are all items that need to be discussed prior to any physical contact.”
Her shoulders slump. My girl is disappointed. “We’ve already had physical contact.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“That was an error on my part. Parties don’t generally require contracts. I got carried away. I apologize, especially given your inexperience.”
“I liked it.” Her shy smile cracks me wide open.
“So did I. That’s why I want to make sure you feel comfortable every step of the way.”
As I hand over the next page, I’m hesitant. I don’t want to overwhelm her.
“This is a list of possible activities… preferences. It’s not an exhaustive list, so if there is anything you would like to try, just add it at the bottom. You can have as many or as few as you choose.”
I hand over the next sheet. “This page is meant to ascertain what you do not want to do. They are generally categorized as soft and hard limits.”
“What is the difference? How will I know which is which?”
“Soft limits are things you don’t necessarily want to try but would trust me to show you if I think you will like it. Hard limits are activities that you will not participate in at all. As your Dominant, I will never cross that line or force you to do anything you explicitly tell me not to.”
“Okay.”
“This is a lot of information, little one.”
“Yes, Sir.” God, I want to kiss her.
“That’s why I want you to take it home and consider it well before we move forward. Shall I continue?”
“Yes.” The way her eyes sparkle through her mask—so innocent and wicked in equal measure.
“This…” I say, handing her the final paperwork, “… is the legal contract. It’s standard practice, but if you want to keep your anonymity, I can have a lawyer look at it and tell us how to proceed. ”
“Is it necessary to have a legal contract? I… trust you.”
Fuck me. She undoes me, and I lean down, capturing her lips with mine in a long, sensual kiss. I would never consider proceeding without a binding contract, but with her, I find myself breaking the rules before we’ve even started.
“Let me speak with the lawyer, and we can discuss it further.”
Reaching into my pocket. I pull out a phone and hand it to her. “This is the phone you will use to contact me from this point on. I don’t want it used to speak with anyone else. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. Can I ask why?”
“You can, and thank you for addressing me correctly. You’re doing so well, little one.” Her cheeks blush as I praise her, and she shifts on her heels, squirming as she patiently waits. “I have set up the Venom portal on this phone. Once you have read up on everything I’m sending you away with tonight, you can input as much information into your profile… the one you set up for the masquerade ball. I also had them create an email address for you. Anything to do with our relationship as trainer and trainee will be sent to this address. I also took the liberty of having the head of security ensure you can send anything I may ask of you, and it will be completely secure. As much as I enjoyed the voice memo you cut short, I wouldn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.”
“What kind of things might you ask of me?”
“It would spoil the fun if I told you ahead of time,” I say with a conspiratorial wink. “Just know that I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t certain that the phone is secure.”
“Okay.” She sits quietly with it in her lap, so fucking beautiful I physically ache to be inside her.
“Good. You’ve done well tonight, little one. I saw that you arrived on time and executed my requests perfectly. You will come to understand how spectacular you are to me when you submit. You were a vision in the rope restraints.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“If you choose to proceed, I have linked our calendars so we can create a schedule that works for us. I have so much to teach you, little one. ”
“I’m eager to learn.” Her voice is like silk, tantalizing my senses.
“Do you have any questions for me before we adjourn for the evening?”
With her eyes on the floor, she tucks a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “Will you… touch me tonight?”
“As much as I want to, I need you to look over all of this information and really think about whether or not this is what you want.”
The look of disappointment in her eyes fucking breaks me. Submissives have always existed to please me, yet I find myself wanting to please her, even though I don’t know her name.
“Give me your hand.” She sets the phone on the floor and holds out her right hand for me. I slide it onto my crotch. “Do you feel what you do to me, little one?”
A soft smile creeps at the edges of her mouth. “Can I make you feel good?” Jesus, she’s making this difficult.
“I’m not going to make you come tonight, little one. You misbehaved when you cut the audio of your orgasm short. Why did you do that?”
“I listened to it afterward. I was embarrassed. I said something I shouldn’t have.”
“That’s not your decision to make. Not if you’re going to be mine. I want to hear you scream for me, and you need to be confident in your effect on me. Your pleasure isn’t something to be shy or ashamed of. When you’re here with me, nothing is off-limits.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand that I can’t come, but I would like… I mean if you wanted me to…”
“Spit it out, little one. Tell me what you want and say it with conviction.”
“I…” she hesitates. I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“ Say it. I know what you want, but I want to hear you. Say. It.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Say please.”
“Please, Sir. Can I taste you the way you tasted me? I’ve imagined your cock in my mouth since I watched you pleasure yourself that night.” My breath catches, a lightning bolt of desire striking me where I sit. Fuck me, she knows how to make me want her.
“Unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, and pull my dick out,” I growl like a feral animal. “Then sit back on your heels until I say otherwise.”
Her slender fingers make short work of my pants, and the second she slides her hand under the waistband of my underwear, I fucking hiss at how good it feels to have her wrap her fist around my dick. I drop my head back as she lets my erection spring free, and I can barely contain myself when she sits back on her heels like a good little girl, licking her lips as she stares at every rock-hard inch of me, relishing what she does to me.
I slowly unbutton my shirt and discard it on the bed. My little one likes what she sees, her greedy gaze making my dick twitch.
“How much do you want this?” I ask, taking myself in hand, stroking my dick as she watches my every move.
“I dream of your cock, Sir. Your big, beautiful cock. Of how it will feel when you fuck my mouth.”
“Open wide, little one.” She complies like a perfect submissive. I wrap her long black hair around my fist. “Sit up.”
I guide her head to the tip of my dick, holding her gaze as I slip the tip over her lips, my heart pounding as I give her another inch, the warmth of her tongue sliding up the shaft. Jesus Christ . It feels too fucking good.
She moves to brace her hands on my thighs, but she won’t be setting the pace tonight. “Hands behind your back.”
I grip her tight, forcing her to take more of me. Her pretty little mouth won’t be able to take all of me, but I push until the crest of my dick hits the back of her throat. She swallows past her gag reflex. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
She hums as her tongue strokes the length of me before circling the tip. Holy shit. My girl is fucking stunning with her lips wrapped around my dick.
“That’s it, little one. You feel so fucking good. I can only imagine how much better your cunt will be with my dick filling it.”
I circle my hips, keeping a steady rhythm as her wet warmth drives me to the edge of madness. As my thrusts get harder, I can feel her body tensing.
“Relax your throat. That filthy mouth of yours can take a little more.” She’s so fucking responsive. “Good girl. Now, spread your legs. I want your cunt slick with arousal and aching the same way I did when you walked out.”
Her knees push apart as I continue to hold her head in place, thrusting my dick faster and harder, the beginnings of my release building, my balls tight as I set a punishing rhythm. She’s completely at my mercy, and it’s a thing of beauty.
“That’s it, little one. Keep your eyes on me.” It takes every ounce of restraint not to shoot my load and make her swallow like the dirty girl she is, but not tonight. I want to know she’s mine when she’s lapping up my cum, begging for it.
My hips are bucking off the edge of the bed as desire consumes me. I need to come. She feels so good it hurts, straddling the line between ecstasy and agony as my orgasm starts to pulse the length of me. Pulling out of her mouth, I fist my hand around my soaking wet dick and pump it twice before I come on her chest, mesmerized by the sight of my cum dripping between her tits.
“Fuck… your mouth was made for sin.” I draw in a slow, steadying breath as she sits back on her heels.
“Did I please you, Sir?”
“Yes, little one. You’ve had your taste. Now, stand and take off your panties.”
I’m entranced by the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she steps out of the tiny sliver of lace, her cunt on display.
“Give them to me.” She bends down, keeping her dirty little eyes on me, biting down on her bottom lip. They are soaked with her arousal, making me groan as I slip them into my pocket.
“What now?”
“Take off the bra. I want to see every inch of your body, knowing I’m going to claim each and every one.”
As she stands before me, gloriously naked, I grab her hips and pull her toward me, pressing my lips to her belly button. My hands roam up to her breasts, smearing my cum over her tightly budded nipples, making her moan, leaning into my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She drops her head back, closing her eyes behind the mask. I want to rip it off and see her face, but I’ll give her this small piece of mystique for now. I will see her face when my cock is buried deep inside, thrusting so hard she can’t help but scream my name. My name .
With my cum coating my hands, she grabs me, pulling my index finger to the edge of her lips, darting her tongue out to taste me. Holy shit . She sucks it into her mouth, licking it clean as her eyes hold my gaze. For a woman who says she doesn’t have experience with kink, she’s a fucking siren.
I watch, enraptured and awestruck.
“That’s enough, little one. You can get dressed now.” It takes everything in me not to bend her over the bed and fuck her into submission. I’m always so controlled in this room, but she makes me want to toss it aside and lose myself in her for hours.
When she’s dressed, her hair is a tangled mess from my fist as I fucked her mouth. I cup her face in my hands, leaning in to brush my lips over hers. “Do your research and contact me when you’re sure this is what you want.”
My eyes search hers, entreating her to want this—to trust me even though she has no reason to and to want me as much as I want her right now.
“We’ll speak soon. You did so well tonight, little one.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I’ll have a driver take you home.”
“I can walk. I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Not if you want to be mine. I won’t have you out walking alone at night.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“Okay.”
I kiss her one last time, knowing I need more and fearing I may never get enough.