The Dynamic #3
“Well, I guess I was probably busy with a church committee or something.” I shrugged. “Are you done with your water, or would you like another glass?” I smiled at him while he ran his finger over his bearded chin. The gesture seemed calming to me until I noticed his gaze. Pure danger.
“Did I ask you to clear the table?” That raspy, deep voice… He shouldn’t be allowed. He shouldn’t be able to use it as a weapon against my equanimity.
“I…well, I wanted to be helpful, Master.”
“Nah, you don’t use the honorific like it’s seasoning to a bland meal.”
I pressed my lips together, afraid I would start cackling and then really be in trouble.
My God, why have You forsaken me? This man is about to punish me and you have me here about to burst out in laughter.
“Oh, you think it’s funny?”
“No, no, I just wanted to be helpful. Truly.” I raised my hands in surrender as Jo?o stood up and grabbed our two glasses.
“Turn off the faucet and stand right there until I tell you what else to do.”
Transported to another plane, I slowly inched my hand toward the faucet and turned it off.
The deliberate slowness probably came across to Jo?o as defiance, but I needed to keep calm because this whole day had been as close as I had ever been to living this dream of mine.
Getting such a direct command turned a switch on, one I hadn’t fully understood what it controlled until right now.
If he asked me to get on my knees and kiss his feet, I would.
An avalanche of unrestrained pleasure coursed through me as the trickle of water stopped and silence reigned in the kitchen.
Trailing his steps, I admired his smooth, thick arms, showcased by his sleeveless tank and how they flexed as he cracked his knuckles.
Oh my. I guess I’d made him mad. Maybe I shouldn’t have.
A swarm of bees nestled in my belly, a delicious trepidation creeping through me until he stood in front of me.
I inhaled, mesmerized. I’d always thought my favorite fragrance was the incense floating from the thurible as the master acolyte walked down the church aisle.
But Jo?o’s scent had trumped that in a very short period of time.
Leather, smoke, wood, and caramel; all combined with his virile pheromones to make a cologne I’d bottle up and spritz on my pillow every night if I could.
“Me siga, garota safada.”
I didn’t speak Portuguese, so I wasn’t certain what it all meant, but I followed him because his gaze and his posture told me to.
Jo?o took his time as if this was a Sunday stroll after church, through the hallways of his house and up the stairs to the second floor.
My feet sank into plush carpet and I was surprised at the flooring change.
But right now, we were deep into my punishment, so I had no time to ask questions.
My heart had stopped keeping its regular beat; a remix had taken over, leaving me breathless.
Jo?o finally opened a door, taking his sweet time, and gestured me in.
Indigo walls submerged me in another world.
This was his sanctuary without having to be told.
The scent of greenery outside assailed me.
Potted plants and lush green leaves adorned the room from the middle of the wall down, hung from an intricate shelf system.
I followed the interconnected drains down to a stone filtering contraption.
Above the plants was beautiful black-and-white abstract art.
All of the frames were shiny black and illuminated by spotlights.
A large mahogany bookcase had a plethora of books on the only wall that didn’t have plants. He already had a bookcase downstairs, so I wondered what was in there that was so precious. There was a reading nook with a large black recliner chair.
I incorrectly assumed he’d walk me into his sex room, but this wasn’t that. It was much more.
Every corner of the space screamed Jo?o; every piece of art, every knickknack, every book on the shelf. A shiver that had nothing to do with my pending punishment traveled through me. A sense of recognition and kinship.
“Stand by that corner.” Jo?o directed me toward the sex scene area, and I obediently walked there. When I stood where he pointed, warm light bathed my entire body.
“There. Gissy, do you know why I’m punishing you?” Master loomed over me, his delicious dark skin begging to be caressed. He noticed my eyes trailing down his arms and smirked. Well, that was not nice.
“For doing too much?”
“Nah. I mean, I expected that…kind of, but no, that is not why I’m punishing you.
” He stared at me, his eyes penetrating deeper than I was ready to admit.
In the back of my thoughts, I understood what this was about, but for some reason I really hoped he’d forgotten.
Of course, he hadn’t. His lush lips spread on a kind smile, a knowing one, and he nodded, then turned around and opened a hidden drawer in the wall next to me.
From it he pulled out some type of spreader bar with cuffs on the ends of the adjustable stainless steel item, and something that look like a mini microphone on a stand.
In silence, Master assembled the items with a remarkable patience that frayed my over-excited nerves.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what this is. This is a special spreader bar I had custom-made.” He pulled the bar to his liking, then, with a satisfied nod, he turned back to me.
“Let’s see that pretty shift from this morning.”
My heart thumped and my hands sped to do his bidding even before my brain could fully process the request. In our negotiations, he had been clear about his no-sex rule.
He didn’t fuck his subs. And because of our history, he’d doubled down with me even more.
“No passionate kissing. No sex outside of me using toys on you.”
I’d pushed back, wanting more, wanting this to be as close as my dreams, my hidden desires for him and me, but Master was a resolute man.
Removing my dress, I hoped against hope that he’d changed his mind, knowing better. Fabric grazed my skin as I fought to contain myself. My hands shook as I pushed the dress down my hips, my heart pumping; there was no way he couldn’t hear it standing so close.
“Boa menina,” Master whispered when I stood again in my satin teddy. “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart. There, just like that.” He knelt in front of me with his two contraptions, and suddenly I began to understand what was supposed to happen.
“Master…I’ll be?—”
“Nah, menina, it’s too late. I told you clearly what was the order of the day.
Before you came to see me, you had to have called your mom.
Checked in on her. This argument between you…
it don’t need to last, and you agreed you’d like help with finding a way to forgiving her.
But here you are, in my house, and no call has been made.
So we starting on the wrong foot, Gissy…
.and I don’t like disobedience. Do you understand? ”
My breath hitched in my chest. I couldn’t fully take in air.
My circulatory system was going haywire.
A throng of butterflies invaded my stomach.
I nodded my understanding. Because I wanted this.
No…I coveted this. Not the punishment, but the correction.
The guidance, the releasing of control I’d never had been able to achieve.
“Yes, Master Jo?o, I understand. I made a mistake. I thought I could ease into that part of the rituals.”
“But did you tell me that?” His eyebrow lifted, a slightly surprised look I wasn’t expecting to see.
“I…no. This is all very new to me, Master.”
“Oh, so this is new, so you need guidance, but that is not how you have moved today. How are you gonna embrace your submission to me if you pick and choose what you want to do?”
I abhorred disappointing people. I’d grown out of many of my people-pleasing tendencies, but Master somehow knew exactly where to hit where it would cause the most pain. He didn’t need a paddle.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Tears threatened to coalesce in my eyes and I stared up at the amber spotlights above me.
“I know you are, but the punishment is happening anyway,” he said with such gentleness, as if he was also loath to go through with it.
Kneeling in front of me, his heat kissing my skin as he approached me, he quickly placed the bar on my legs.
Master grabbed the other contraption and with elegant efficiency, he finished his work.
As slowly as he knelt in front of me, he stood back up, leaving almost no space between us.
“Now you’re gonna write for me I’ll call my mom until I tell you to stop, okay?”
“….okay, Master,” I said, wondering where I was supposed to write this, but Master was prepared for everything. He left the room and came back trailing a transparent dry erase board on wheels.
“We use this with some of the littles at the club. I thought that would be a fit punishment for you handling this like a little girl instead of the queen you are. I understand when little girls don’t know how to use their words, but you?
You do. You should never go through something you are not fully comfortable with. Remind me our safe word.”
“Treble clef.”
“Good. Now get to writing, boa menina,” Master said and swaggered toward one of the reclining leather chairs, turning it to face me. What I’d missed was the black remote in his hand, and then it all clicked.
“Master, please…”
“Nah, menina, you’re gonna take your punishment. And I’m gonna enjoy myself watching you.”