Chapter 11
PIERCE
What did she just say?
My dick is hard as steel at her address.
“Keep counting,” I force myself to say after a beat.
“Eight, Sir,” she whispers with trepidation.
“No. Say it again.” It comes out more clipped than I intended.
“Eight, Sir.”
I bring the cane down on her ass once more. “I want to hear you call me Daddy.”
Just the thought of it has me ready to shoot my load.
“Nine… Daddy .”
The cane is heavy in my hand, my desperation to touch her skin to skin so overwhelming. It takes everything I have to focus on the task at hand.
Again.
“Ten, Daddy.” Jesus Christ. I never indulge this kink. It’s always a footnote in a submissive’s training. A box I check off when I know if it’s something she likes or dislikes. But the way it trips off her tongue as she lays wide open for me, her ass a pretty shade of red—it drives me wild.
My little one is doing so well with her first punishment. She’s getting off on it, and it’s a glorious sight to behold. This moment right here is why I do what I do. Teaching a submissive comes with great responsibility, and it’s always been about assessing their needs and desires.
I rarely indulge my darkest kinks. It’s for the best. Growing up the way I did, I know I can’t lose control with a sub. It’s my duty as her Master to focus on what she wants as she prepares herself to be someone’s forever submissive.
With Freya—just the way her name sounds on my lips—it’s different. I crave her submission. I want every moan of pleasure to be mine. She’s breathtaking. Hearing her let go and call to me as she wishes might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
The cane connects with her beautiful ass, reddening even further, my cock just as stiff, aching for release.
“Eleven… Daddy.”
I have to actively pace myself as I deliver the final lashes. Fighting the urge to rush it is something that never happens to me. When she speaks that last count, I drop the cane to the floor.
“Fifteen, Daddy.” My dick is the hardest it’s ever been, enforced by the sight of the woman before me.
Sliding my hand between her legs and moving her thong to the side, my fingers are slick with her arousal. Then, I lean over, pressing gentle kisses to her crimson flesh. “You are so fucking resplendent when you submit, little one.”
“Thank you…” She hesitates, her breathing labored. “Sir.” She’s unsure of herself now that her punishment is complete.
I round the table before slipping my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “As I said, the rules are slightly different for a trainee sub. You may choose what you wish to call me. You will not be afforded that by any future Doms.” Just the thought makes my chest tighten. She’s mine.
“I…” Her shyness after what we just did is beyond adorable.
“Speak up for yourself, little one. You’re safe with me. Do as you’re told, and I’ll let you suck my dick.”
Her eyes light up, so I reach for my jeans, tugging the rest of the buttons open before reaching down and freeing my aching dick. Fisting the base, I hold her gaze, watching as she licks her lips in anticipation.
“I wish to call you Daddy if you are comfortable. If not, I am happy to call you Sir.”
“Say it with conviction, little one. There is no judgment in this room.” The exact opposite. I want to drop to my knees and beg her to call me Daddy, but I can’t. It wouldn’t serve her well in her training.
“I want to call you Daddy.”
“You’re such a good girl for Daddy. Now, open your mouth.” I run my hand through her hair, giving her some tenderness after she took her punishment without complaint. She does as I ask, opening those perfect lips.
I shove my jeans down to the floor before stepping out of them, standing naked before her in more ways than one.
Touching her lips with the head of my dick, I can’t take my eyes off her as I wrap a fist in her hair. “Suck Daddy’s dick, little one. And, be a good girl and swallow when I come in your glorious little mouth.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
As I slip my dick in, she wraps her warm lips around me, flicking her tongue over the tip. Fuck, I need to get myself under control before I come in three seconds flat.
“That’s it, little one. Now, relax your throat so you can take more of me.” She does as she’s told, moaning against my dick. Her mouth is too goddamn good. It was made to be fucked by me.
I push further until I hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in.
“Don’t fight it. Let me fuck your throat. It’s normal to gag. Trust me, you look fucking magnificent, little one.” She hums at the praise, and I feel the moment her body relaxes, taking more of me. It’ll take some training for her to take all of me, but this feels so damn good. When I’m sure she can take it, I let go of her head, bracing my hands on the edge of the table as I thrust in and out, her tongue teasing the length of me as she sucks my dick like a lollipop, her mask still firmly in place. She is transcendent, but I long to see her face.
“ Christ! You were made for me, little one.” I set a punishing rhythm, chasing my release as the wet warmth of her mouth leaves me undone. I’m a man possessed. Obsessed. I want her more than my next breath.
As the first surge of my climax pulses through me, I try to stall even a few seconds, telling myself it’s in the name of teaching her. “Remember to swallow my cum.”
A few thrusts and I’m gone, an orgasm ripping through me as I continue to fuck her mouth, riding it out as hot spurts of cum spill down her throat. I ride the aftershocks before pulling out, almost collapsing to the floor it’s so intense.
Freya splutters, my cum spilling out of her mouth with a gag. I take a moment to get my breath under control before smearing a finger through it and holding it up to her. “I said swallow, little one.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I push my finger into her mouth. “Lick it clean.”
She does as she’s told, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You did so well, little one. Your punishment. Your reward. Do you understand it’s a reward to suck my dick?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She slumps against the table, and I can imagine how tight her body must feel. I want nothing more than to fuck her and listen to her scream my name, but I said tonight was a lesson in punishment. Letting her come would show weakness.
Leaving her for a moment, I make my way to the door of the bathroom I had installed when I first bought my room. It’s imperative to carry out proper aftercare with a submissive, especially a trainee. It is often overwhelming for them and doubly more so for Freya. Sex is new to her. As strong as she is, there’s a softness I must allow her to lean into when it comes to submission.
For many, their real life is stressful and often high-powered. This room is a retreat. An oasis. After turning the faucet on to fill the tub, I grab a fresh washcloth and dip it in the water before heading back out .
“Such a pretty sight.” As I approach the table, I can see that Freya is crying, and it makes my heart ache. “What’s wrong, little one?”
I take the wet washcloth and clean her lips and chin of my cum. “Nothing, Daddy.” Her voice is strained as her eyes flit closed beneath her mask. Dropping to my knees, I unbuckle the restraints around her ankles before moving behind her and freeing her wrists.
Her small body slumps back against me as I slip my arm under her legs and lift her into my arms. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, she trembles as I walk us into the bathroom. “I’ve got you, little one.”
Setting her down on the tub’s edge, I check the temperature before shutting off the faucet. I unlace her basque and tug her thong down her legs before I gently lower her into the tub, knowing how the hot water will sting her ass before it soothes her pain. Her legs and arms are limp as I slide in at her back before pulling her against my chest.
Soft cries escape her. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Don’t apologize. Submission is emotional at the best of times. This is your first. I would be concerned if you weren’t emotional.”
I lift one wrist to my lips, pressing a kiss where the restraints held her in place. I repeat it with her other wrist. Then, I dunk a sponge in the water and start washing her from top to toe.
“Tell me how you feel, little one. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
“I’m just… so… happy.” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Was it as you expected?” I desperately want to remove her mask and mine. I want her to know who wrung such happiness from her.
“So much more. I feel… powerful. That doesn’t even come close to explaining it. The perception of submission is that women are nothing more than an unpaid whore.”
“People who think that are so wrong. You’re not a whore, Freya. You are a rare diamond to be cherished. You’re exquisite in your submission. ”
“Thank you… Daddy.”
“You are very welcome, little one. I am so proud of you.”
“Really?” She rests her head against my chest.
“Yes. You did exceptionally well for your first punishment. Are you sore? I have lotion to help with the sting after I’m done washing every inch of your delectable body.”
“It hurts, but in the best way. I almost came just from the cane. Is that normal? Am I strange?”
“No, you’re not strange, little one. I think we can safely say that you have a kink for pain, and it is more than possible to come during a punishment. For future reference, if you come before I allow it, you’ll be severely punished.”
“Is that a promise?” Her laughter tinkles through the air, delighting my senses.
“It’s a certainty. Now, let’s talk about the other kink we uncovered tonight.”
She visibly shrinks at the mention. “I was out of order. You commanded that I call you Sir. I got carried away.”
I grip her chin and tilt her head back to see me. “Stop apologizing for indulging a kink. If you didn’t notice, I have the corresponding kink.”
“I thought…”
“That I was placating you?”
“Yes.”
“No. I will never do that. My job as your Dominant is to help you discover your soft and hard limits. Your wants and needs . Hear that again. You have needs , little one. It is brave to explore. In truth…” Now, I’m the one who hesitates. “I’ve never had a submissive call me that outside of a single lesson on the kink. Sir ensures that I keep a healthy distance from the subs I train.”
“Why? If you don’t mind me asking, Daddy.”
“Because I train submissives so they can live the lifestyle with the knowledge of their particular kinks. I help them realize what they want in a partner. Short-term, long-term, or forever.”
“So you don’t keep submissives? Is that the right word? ”
“I’ve never kept a submissive. I’m…” I trail my fingers down her arms before wrapping mine around her, holding her close.
“Just because I’m the submissive doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me, Daddy.”
“I’m fucked up, little one. I am not fit to be anyone’s forever Dom.”
“We’re all messed up in our own ways. I’m still wearing a mask after letting you do all kinds of wicked things to me. Tell me I’m not messed up.”
“You’ll be comfortable enough in time. What’s wrong with me can’t be fixed. It won’t go away. I’ll never be a man worthy of your… affection. It’s better this way.” The truth of my words is a physical pain in my chest. Honestly, I’ve never wanted to be that man until now.
“I think you’re a better man than you believe yourself to be.”
“I appreciate that, little one. For your next lesson, we will explore your Daddy kink further.”
“Is that what you want? You said you don’t let submissives call you that.”
“I enjoyed you calling me Daddy. It seems only fitting that you’re my little one. It seems I uncovered a kink myself. With you.”
“I’m honored.”
“Time to get out. The water is getting cold.” I extricate myself from the tub and grab a towel, holding it for her. Her ass is crimson from the cane, and it’s a beautiful sight. Once we’ve dried off, I grab the aloe vera and lead her back into the playroom and over to the bed. “Lie face down.”
She is so elegant as she lowers herself onto the plush covers. I climb on the bed, straddling her as I squeeze a generous amount of aloe into my hand. She flinches as the cool lotion makes contact with her sensitive skin.
I smooth it out, careful not to rub too hard. “Your ass suits this shade of red.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Are you frustrated, little one?” I already know the answer. How could she not be ?
“Yes, but I understand why I’m not allowed to come.”
“Why haven’t you asked my name? I am eager to know more about you, and yet you desire nothing more than my dick and my ability to make your ass crimson. I’m not asking to make you uncomfortable. I want to understand so I know how best to teach you in our six months together.” It’s bullshit, and I know it. I want her to want to know more about me.
“It’s easier to be free with you. Not knowing who you are, I don’t have to carry the guilt of what pleases me. I don’t have to be ashamed of what I want.”
I still my hands before twisting her onto her back, making sure she’s looking at me as I say this. “Whether you know my name or not or if you show your face, and I show mine, it won’t change how you should behave in this room. I will never make you feel guilty for knowing what you want. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself, Freya. I will look at you with the same adoration as I do now, do you understand?”
“Yes.” She chews on her bottom lip.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I lower my lips to hers, darting my tongue out to lick the seam, begging for entrance she freely gives. I could lose myself in this woman.
When I’m done with Freya’s aftercare, I watch enraptured as she slips into her clothes. She makes jeans and a simple white T-shirt look so elegant.
“My driver will take you home. He’ll be waiting out front.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Come here, little one.” I shrug on my pants and shirt, then hold out my arms to her. She gladly accepts my embrace, resting her head against my chest and listening to my heart beat wildly. “I am so proud of you. It was a pleasure to teach you this evening.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Does that mean there will be a next time?” She cranes her neck back to look up at me expectantly.
“Yes, little one. I am helpless to refuse you, even if you will not show me your face.” I lean in, pressing my lips to hers in a fervent kiss. “Mark the calendar when you get home.”
“I will. I have a lot going on at work this week, but I’ll find the time. A week and a half was far too long.”
“I’m glad we’re in agreement.” I hold her tight, my stomach unsettled at having to relinquish her to the real world. There, she doesn’t know me, crave me, or submit to my commands. In reality, I am nothing to her outside of this room.
“Until next time, Daddy.” She pushes up onto her tiptoes, kissing me with the tenderness of familiar lovers, and it’s all I can do not to tie her to the bed and never let her leave. I am the one who craves to know more about her. To make her mine long past our six-month agreement.
I can’t think this way, losing sight of my raison d’être. She is not mine to keep.
“Goodnight, little one.”
“Goodnight, Daddy.” I watch as she heads for the door, leaving me bereft as I stand in my private room, the gravity of the situation hitting me like a wrecking ball. I’m getting into dangerous territory with Freya—a position I’ve never allowed myself to inhabit.
“I will be at your side the entire time, Perrington. You’re ready to fly solo. You’ve watched, assisted, and committed this procedure to memory. Take a deep breath.” We go through the rituals of scrubbing in for surgery—something we’ve done multiple times.
“Thank you, Dr. Harrison. I appreciate the opportunity.” Perrington transferred from Vanderbilt this year, blowing my other residents out of the water. I’m not sure why, but the teacher in me is eager to bestow as much surgical skill as possible.
When we’re scrubbed and ready, we enter the operating room, the nurses gowning and gloving us, the patient already sedated and properly draped for the procedure. I do find it difficult to relinquish control in my OR, but I required the same opportunities when I was a resident. If my mentor had not afforded me the chance to hone my skills, I wouldn’t be the youngest attending this hospital has ever had. You’ve got to pay it forward to create the next wave of talented surgeons.
I stand on Perrington’s left side, watching the initial cut of the scalpel and every move thereafter. The air in the operating room is tangible as everyone holds their breath.
“That’s it. You’re doing well.”
Just when I think it’s plain sailing, the monitors start beeping that obnoxious noise that tells me something isn’t right. Perrington hasn’t made a single wrong move, but every patient is different.
I kick into high gear, starting compressions and requesting the nurses to administer the necessary drugs. I can see the concern in Perrington’s eyes.
“It’s nothing you did. The procedure was flawless.”
“I… what did I do?”
She’s not listening to me. The first time operating solo is terrifying, even when everything goes to plan. When it doesn’t, most surgeons will have a moment of panic, though they’d never admit it. This can make or break a surgeon.
“Listen to me, Perrington. You did everything right. Take a beat and tell me what needs to happen next.” I don’t falter, continuing to do what’s needed for our patient.
“You should take over. I’m not sure I can do this.”
“Stop. Look at me.”
She meets my gaze, her eyes the only part of her face I can see behind the surgical mask. I speak just loud enough for her ears only.
“Breathe, little one.”