Chapter 14
FREYA
What if Celest can never look me in the eye again? As I sit on my heels, my wrists above my head, secured in the ropes, I wait for Daddy to arrive. My heart is pounding, my pulse racing in my ears as I spiral out of control.
I let my best friend kiss my tits, and what’s worse is that I loved every minute of watching her get herself off in a room full of strangers. It was such a rush. I’ve never come so hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She’s so beautiful and self-assured. It didn’t bother her that people were watching such an intimate moment. The way she fell apart as she shouted each of my spanks was just magnificent. I never considered myself to have any sexual attraction to women, but tonight has shown me that there’s a spectrum.
I was turned on beyond belief when Daddy let her suck my tits while I rode his cock. One thing I know above all else is that I can’t walk away from this relationship with Dr. Harrison. It might be the smart decision to cut ties now, but the way he brought my body to life tonight has me wanting to make bad decisions. He let me shed everyone’s preconceived notions of sexuality and made me purr like a kitten .
I want more. I need more from him. He’s everything I ever fantasized about, and I’m not ready to let go of that.
The soft click of the door alerts me to his arrival. “Such a good little girl. You were breathtaking up there. Everyone was enraptured by your pleasure. I know I was.”
“Thank you, Dr. Harrison.” The words leave my lips before I think better of them.
I hear him getting closer before his hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back until he can look into my eyes. “You forget where you are, little one. Apologize.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“There’s my little one.” He doesn’t untie me as he normally would, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy. “Now, let’s talk about why you were punished. Care to explain yourself?”
Suddenly, my indignation bubbles to the surface. “You lied. You knew who I was and didn’t tell me. When did you realize I was your resident?”
“I don’t like your tone, little one. If you don’t want a harsh punishment with no release, I’d be careful how you continue. Firstly, I didn’t lie. You walked into the fundraiser in that fucking exquisite lavender dress. It’s been burned into my brain since the masquerade ball.”
“You’ve known that long? Fuck you.”
He leans over, yanking the ropes up, forcing me up off my heels. “Fuck me? I’ve been trying to get to know you since the night we met. You’re the one who didn’t want to let me get closer. I didn’t fucking lie.”
“What are we going to do now?”
“Well, we start by discussing the fact that you came here tonight to watch Doms fucking their submissives all around you. My permission is needed for such things.”
“I can do what I like.”
“Is that right?” He tugs even tighter. “You signed the contract, little one. The one that says you will abide by my rules. Do you think you’ve trained enough? Are you ready to go back up there and offer yourself as a sub to a seasoned Dom who doesn’t give a shit about your training or lack thereof? If you don’t comply, they will exact punishments you couldn’t even imagine.”
It’s not lost on me that I squeeze my thighs together at the mention of punishment. I have a major punishment kink.
“Then tell me, Daddy, what would they do to me?” I know I’m goading him, but I’m annoyed at myself for giving in so quickly. I came here tonight to prove I can live this lifestyle without his training, and the second he showed up, I called him Daddy and dropped willingly to my knees.
He twists me in the ropes, and they burn as he makes me face him—a wall of pissed-off, hot-as-hell muscle crowding me in the corner, my back now pressed against the cool, hard wall.
“They’ll do nothing to you, little one. You’re mine, and nobody touches what’s mine unless I decide otherwise. Do you want other men to fuck you? Other Doms? Male submissives? Shall I parade them in here, and you can have your way with as many as you can manage before cum is dripping from your pussy, asshole, and your smart mouth?”
The rapid rise and fall of my chest betray my attempt at composure. “No.”
“Right answer, little one. I own your cunt, and you only have yourself to blame. You gave your virginity to me without question, and I’ll be damned if some other man takes what’s mine. I want all your pleasure, pain, and everything in between.”
“What if I don’t want you anymore? Now that I can’t be anonymous.” I quiver as I speak, a thrill coursing through me as he drops to his knees and yanks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up to his ministrations.
He buries his face between my thighs, sucking on my clit as he thrusts two fingers inside me. I cry out from the intrusion, my arguments dying on my lips. “Daddy.”
“Yes, little one? You were saying you don’t want me anymore.” He hums against my most sensitive skin, his tongue wicked and made for sin.
“I want you, Daddy.” The second the words fall from my lips, he leaves me bereft .
“The next time you call me anything other than Daddy in this room, being denied release will be the least of your worries.”
I tug against the ropes, frustrated beyond measure. “Maybe I’ll just have Celest get me off. I’m sure she’d enjoy sucking more than my tits.”
He jumps to his feet and grabs my face with one hand, his lips an inch from mine. “Don’t let tonight go to your head, little one. I may have indulged you up there, but no one, not even your friend, is allowed to taste your arousal. If you want her to lick you out, go ahead.” He unties the ropes and strides over to the chest of drawers as I massage my wrists. “But this…” he says, holding up our contract, “… will be null and void.”
“I.” I’m lost for words as panic sets in.
“Cat got your tongue, little one? Are you ready to apologize to Daddy and be my good little girl?”
I want to scream, shout, and push back, but I find myself dropping to my knees at his feet, my eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Now, we can talk about the predicament we find ourselves in. This wasn’t exactly what I had planned the night of the masquerade ball.” He starts to pace the room while I remain in the position of complete submission. “If I’d known you were my protégé, I wouldn’t have pursued you.”
“And when you did find out, why did you continue to let me train with you, Daddy?” Holy Mother of all that is good and pure, I love calling him that. Psychology 101 isn’t a requirement to understand why I have deep-seated Daddy issues.
“Because you were already under my skin. In my every waking thought and every blissful dream. I’m a selfish man, little one, and I want more of you. You’re mine, and I will ruin you for any other man.”
My breath catches at his honesty. The idea that I belong to him should send me running, but I find myself filled with delight. “They say a Dom who trains submissives, by definition, doesn’t want a sub of his own. Why would you want to ruin me for my Dom?”
He grabs me under the arms and hoists me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. “Because I’m your fucking Daddy. I don’t want you to leave and find a Dom more deserving of your affection. I need you more than my next breath, and I…”
His lips crash down on mine as he walks us over to the bed, never breaking our kiss as he lowers me onto the comforter. Reaching between us, I make short work of his pants, fisting his impressive erection, guiding him to my entrance, begging for more.
He takes me in one painful, delicious thrust, seating himself to the hilt as our tongues twist and tangle in a frenzied fuck.
“You’re mine, little one. Say it.”
I moan as his cock fills me, owning me with every move of his hips. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Fucking right. Your cunt is mine.” He swallows my cries as he fucks me hard.
“Yes, Daddy.” I rake my nails down his back, leaving my mark on him. If he wants to own me, then I stake the same claim to him. He’s my Dominant. My Daddy.
I’ve heard the phrase ‘fuck into submission’ before, but at this moment, I understand. Daddy is fucking me into submission, and I take it willingly.
His dirty blond hair is sex-mussed, and his features are devastatingly handsome as he hovers above me, his cock driving into me time and time again. Even though we just had sex, I was facing away from him. This is more intimate, not due to the lack of other people watching, but because we are finally face to face, naked and unashamed, with no barriers to hide behind.
“Fuck, you feel too good, little one. I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you.” His lips find mine once more, his tongue stroking mine in the most tantalizing of ways.
“Yes… yes… Daddy.” It’s like a red rag to a bull. He loses all control, setting a punishing rhythm as he circles his hips, owning me every time he seats himself to the hilt.
“That’s right, little one. I’m your fucking Daddy. Don’t ever forget it,” he growls as he struggles to stave off the orgasm threatening to rip through us like a tidal wave. He is savage in his desire for me, and I’ve never felt so wanted in my life. I give myself over to him completely—body, mind, and soul.
“Oh God… I’m close.”
“Come for Daddy.” Now, I’m the savage, feral with the need for release, clawing at him as my lips find his. Nothing else matters. Only us, in this room, taking and giving as much pleasure as we can wring from each other’s body.
My orgasm is a crack of thunder before the lightning storm as Daddy pulls me under, the roar of his release catapulting me into a second climax. I never want to leave this room or him.
“Jesus, little one, I’ll never get enough of you.” He presses gentle kisses to my neck, just below my ear, making me moan as his hand caresses my breast.
When he finally collapses at my side, I can’t take my eyes off him. Everything that’s happened between us thus far collides with the reality of work and the many conversations we’ve had over the past few months as resident and attending.
The night of the hospital fundraiser comes to mind. He told me to take off my panties, knowing who I was and that he was sitting right there.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I feel like I’ve been played this whole time. You knew I wanted the club to be no strings attached.”
His jaw tightens, ticking as he considers his words. As with everything else, he is meticulous. “All rational thought goes out the window when it comes to you. I’ve broken every rule in the book for one more kiss, caress, or even a damn phone call.”
“What rules?”
“I don’t sleep with virgins. I don’t train subs for more than three months because attachments are made… on their end. I’ve never crossed the line as a Master. I don’t date at work. The list goes on.”
“Why me?” He reaches over, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, his gaze soft and sensual.
“Because you’re brilliant, beautiful, and there’s a shyness to you that’s endearing.”
“Shy?” I chuckle. “We just had sex in front of a room full of people. ”
“And yet you’re avoiding my gaze as you lie here with my cum dripping from your cunt. I’ve never met a submissive who can be bashful and brash at the same time.”
“I’ve never done any of this before.”
“Your inexperience isn’t the issue. You proved that upstairs. What matters is you. Did you enjoy what we did?”
“Yes, but I’m already afraid that Celest won’t be able to look me in the eye. She and I have never coexisted in a sexual scenario.”
“ Coexisted ? Is that what we’re calling it?” He gives me a panty-melting smile, and I melt.
“What would you call it then, oh wise Dom?”
“I’d say you got off on watching your friend come. You appreciated her beauty and the way her mouth felt as her lips kissed your breasts. You loved every second of it. I felt how wet you were while I spanked you, little one. You’re an exhibitionist.”
“Ugh.” I cover my eyes, so embarrassed.
“Freya,” he whispers, pulling my arm from my face. “You’re allowed to enjoy all those things. Trust me, Celest is open-minded. She engages only in activities that she’s comfortable with. She didn’t strip, get off, and kiss you because she didn’t want to say no. She did it because you’re beautiful, and she wanted to help you learn what you like and dislike. I promise she will look you in the eye when you leave here.”
“I’m usually such a confident person. I’ve always known what I want from my career, and even that is proving difficult right now.”
“Why? Because of me?”
“Yes. And no. It complicates things, but not enough that I want to stop whatever it is we’re doing here. I respect you as a doctor, and I’d be a fool to walk away from your mentorship.”
“Simplify it then. I’m your mentor at work. I’m your mentor in this club. The two don’t have to intersect unless you want them to.”
“You mean we can keep us a secret at work?”
“If you want.” A pang of disappointment hits me out of left field.
“That’s what you want. I guess it wouldn’t look good to be dating your protégé. ”
He grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I asked you a question. This isn’t about me. I’m taking your lead here, little one. You use the word dating, yet you told me we were done just a few days ago. Until you decide what you want from me, I won’t speak a word of it, mostly because it’s nobody else’s fucking business.”
“I don’t know what we are. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, are we? What do people refer to each other as in the lifestyle? Sure, in here, I can call you my Dom or Daddy, but I’d be crucified for using those terms with normal people.”
“ We are normal people, Freya. And, yes, I’m using your name because wherever you are and whatever I call you or you call me, we’re good people. We save lives every day. You have to get out of this close-minded thinking. The world is far more accepting than you think. More and more people are embracing their kinks and are unapologetic for it. As it should be.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what,” he whispers, softly caressing my cheek, his eyes in a haze as he stares at my lips.
“Needing you.”
“I’m your Dom. You’re supposed to need me.”
“I’m your trainee. We have an agreement, not a relationship.”
“And would it change things for you if what we have had a different definition?”
He trails his fingers down my chest, the lightest of touches kissing my nipples. His hands are beautiful, literally and physically—strong, manly, and yet I know they are capable of the closest humankind can come to magic.
“I love your hands.” I blurt it out without thinking.
“Good to know,” he says as it moves lower, cupping my pussy.
“I meant as a surgeon. You have such skilled hands.”
He dips one finger inside me, making me squirm. “Only skilled for surgery?”
“I… yes. Your hands are amazing no matter what you’re doing.”
“You still haven’t answered my question. Does the definition matter?”
“At work. Yes. ”
“That’s an easy fix. At work, I’ll be your boyfriend. In here, I’m your Daddy.” I’m surprised he’s so amenable to the idea. He’s always been known as a lone wolf at the hospital. Sort of grumpy. Now, I see his confidence that so many call cocky is nothing sinister. He’s self-assured and knows what he wants. He doesn’t suffer fools gladly and invests his time in the most noble of careers. His life is about saving his patients.
In this room, he teaches women to feel empowered in their femininity and sexuality. It gets me to thinking.
“Have you ever trained male submissives?”
“Where is your head at, little one? You’ve gone from wanting a boyfriend, a Daddy, and now you’re questioning my masculinity.”
I stiffen at his words. “I don’t think it changes your masculinity at all. I’m just curious about your status as a Master Dom.”
“Good, because I don’t equate sex with masculinity. I’m more than confident in how manly I am. You should know that by now, little one. To answer your question, yes, I have trained male submissives before. Two to be exact. However, I’m not sexually attracted to men. I trained them in all aspects outside of penetrative sex.”
“Does that mean you’ve given a guy a blow job?” I should stop talking, but I’m so turned on at the thought of him teaching a man to submit.
“No. I’m all about burying my head in cunt, if you haven’t figured that out. I have received a blow job from one of my male subs. He was in search of a same-sex Dom.”
“Holy shit.”
“How did you reward them if you didn’t pleasure them?”
“I worked in tandem with a prospective Dom.”
“If they had someone in mind, why not train with them?”
“Because Masters make it their goal to uncover the kinks of the submissive, not to mold a submissive to their particular preferences.”
“I don’t get it.” If you like someone, and you want to be their submissive, why go to someone else?
“Take us, for instance. As your trainer, I perform different kinks to explore your likes and dislikes. You came to your own conclusions that you enjoy pain and have a Daddy kink.”
“Which you said you like.”
“I do. I really fucking do. But I never asked you to call me Daddy. Therein lies the difference. If I met you here in the club and were looking to make you my forever sub, you’d have come in here on day one, and I would’ve had you address me as Daddy, not Sir. As a Master, I keep my kinks out of the equation in order to help a sub uncover their kinks.”
“So, you don’t do anything you enjoy with me? Your kinks?”
“I shouldn’t have used us as an example.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s different with you.”
“Am I a terrible student?” I move to put some distance between us in the bed, but Daddy pulls me closer.
“You’re perfect, little one. I do indulge in my kinks with you, but this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to share my kinks with someone.”
“Really?”
He lifts my chin before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. “Yes. I can’t explain it, but I want you to know me, Freya… my flaws, my kinks, all of it. Here in the club and at work. Let me be your boyfriend in the hospital and your Dom in here.”
“Doesn’t that complicate things?”
“I’m trying here. What do you want from me? I’m trying to give you more.”
“I didn’t ask you for more.” It comes out harsher than I expected.
“Fine. Do you want me to go back to wearing a mask so you don’t have to remind yourself that I’m the guy fucking you?” He shrugs out from under my resting head and grabs his clothes.
“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”
“You kept the fact that you were a virgin from me. I shouldn’t be surprised that you want to keep this clinical. I’ll train you like I do all the others. We needn’t bother with the trifling details of our lives. ”
“Stop,” I say as I wrap the sheet around my naked body. “I just meant that I don’t expect you to want the dating and all the stuff that comes with it. I’ve never been very good at it anyway.”
“Bullshit. You’ve never had a man who knew you.”
“And you do?” I can’t stop myself. This is what I do. I run when I’m scared, and if I get a whiff of feelings for someone, I mess it up because eventually, everyone leaves. Better to be the one walking out the door than the one left crying in the corner.