Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thayer
It takes all my self-control not to push her up against this wall and fuck her. Claim her. Master her.
We’re in my playground, where I get whatever I want whenever I want it. She’s completely at my mercy.
And she likes it.
When she looks afraid, like this is all too much, I can’t stop myself from consoling her. Though Savannah’s put up a brave front, I can tell she’s scared.
It takes effort to ignore the raging hard-on I got just by sleeping with her beautiful body pressed up against mine.
I have to grind my teeth and force myself not to kiss her again.
When I hold her, I can feel how small and fragile she is, how easily I could crush her. When she fits into my arms like this, it’s a vivid reminder of the vulnerability she likes to pretend she doesn’t fight.
“Let’s get this over with.”
She draws in a long, deep breath, and squares her shoulders. Her jaw set, she turns to me with determination and heaves out a breath before she says, “Let’s do this.”
“If I cut your hair, you’ll look like a badly shorn sheep,” I say with a grimace.
Her eyes twinkle at me.
“You’ve got another option?”
I nod. “Have you met Cosette?”
“Nicolette’s friend?”
“Yes. She went to school for cosmetology and is willing and able to help.”
Savannah swallows. “Okay, but I don’t know if I want Cosette to see me nearly naked in your suite.”
My dick twitches. Nearly naked in your suite.
Jesus.
“You’ll wear a robe. She’ll join us after breakfast.”
“Do you have room service here?”
“Of course.”
She nods her head and bites her lip as I pick up my phone.
“Uh… Master?”
My lips quirk up. “Call me Thayer.”
“Slaves can call their masters by their first name?”
“They can do whatever their master tells them, Savannah.”
She looks abashed. “Okay then. Um. Thayer?”
“Yes?”
“How would we do the breakfast thing if I really was your slave?”
“I’d order you breakfast. Food that you like and food that serves you. I’d feed you myself.”
“Huh. Food that serves me? What does that mean?”
“High-quality food that you enjoy.”
“Ah, okay, so if I don’t do dairy or something, you’d take that into account.”
“Yes. We have a private chef who prepares food that our clients prefer or request.”
She cocks her head to the side curiously. “What else do you have here?”
“Lots. I’ll show you, since you’re staying here indefinitely.”
I tap Cosette’s number. “But we have to make sure you’re unrecognizable first. We’ll start there.”
Cosette answers on the first ring.
“Thayer?”
I quickly fill her in.
“Of course, I’ll be there in an hour. Any requests?”
“Don’t tell anyone where you’re going or what you’re doing.”
Next, I order food while Savannah explores the room. I let her. The more she knows about where we are, the better. She opens closets and drawers and peers out a window. “Oh. Oh, my,” she says when she finds a sensory deprivation hood on a shelf beside a pair of spreaders.
“Do you do butt plugs?”
I blink. “Do I do them?”
Though she flushes pink, she continues bravely, “I mean, like, do you use them? Are you into that jeweled plug thing?”
“Yes, of course. Not for me, but as my submissive, I’d require it of you.”
When she turns away, I’m guessing it’s because she doesn’t want me to see the shocked expression on her face, but I’m not surprised. I have already discussed this kind of thing with her.
She’s not going to be comfortable. I’m going to push her, and hard.
“Nipple clamps?” she asks.
“Do you have a mental checklist?”
Biting her lip, she thinks this over. “Yes.”
“What else is on that list?”
“Um. Well, you’ve mentioned spanking but more as a threat than a kink. Is that like…”
“Both. Could be used as a punishment or for pleasure.”
“Gotcha. And uh, what might that look like?”
I fold my arms over my chest and ignore the way my dick hardens. “Spanking you?”
She looks so flustered, it’s adorable.
“Well, um, yes. Like… would that be over your lap? Over the bed? With your hand, or…”
Her voice trails off, or more accurately, sounds as if she’s been choked.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” she squeaks.
“It could be any or all of those. If you disobeyed me, depending on the infraction, I’d turn you over my knee wherever we were. I might take the time to get an implement, I might spank you with my bare hand. It depends on the infraction, where we are, what I wanted to do.”
“Oh. I see.”
I give her a pointed look. “It would be smart to obey me, Savannah.”
“Right,” she whispers. “Unless I, uh, wanted a spanking.”
I nod. “Yes.”
I love how curious she is.
“Do you use… other toys?”
“Lots.”
“Oh. Well then. If I—”
A timid knock on the door interrupts her.
I open the door and take our tray of food. When I come back, she’s gone.
“Savannah?”
God, this woman’s gonna keep me on my toes. Where the hell did she go?
“Oh my God. There are like seventeen different kinds of body lotion in this bathroom!”
This is getting a little out of control. She’s snooping in the cabinets. “Those are not all body lotion. Get your ass in here for breakfast.”
“Alright, alright.”
I draw in a deep breath. “Savannah.”
“Yes?”
I stand with my hands on the back of the chair I pulled out for her and shake my head.
I need to get her into the right mindset, and immediately.
I sit down. “Come here.” I point to my lap.
She flicks her eyes from my lap to my eyes, then back again.
“Okay, alright,” she says, walking over toward me before she sits tentatively on the edge of my knee.
She’s practically falling off, perched as if she’s ready to fly.
I grab her around the waist and yank her back, so she’s nestled in securely.
“You’re supposed to be my submissive. If you were my submissive, you wouldn’t be afraid to touch me.”
My hardened dick presses against her ass.
“Right,” she says in a heated whisper before she wriggles her butt. “But I don’t want to, uh, make things uncomfortable for you.”
I release a labored breath.
This will be harder than I thought. Fuck.
“You let me worry about me.”
I know what I can handle and what I can’t. I set my jaw and reach for the knife and fork. She purses her lips and gives me a patronizing look. “If you say so. Is that how this works?”
They will never believe she’s a submissive, much less a slave. She doesn’t have to be that convincing but arguing with me could mean her life.
“Savannah.” She flinches as if struck by the sound of my voice.
“What?”
“You are very close to getting your first punishment.”
If the color on her cheeks didn’t give her away, the husky sound of her voice would. “Is that supposed to deter me?”
I reach for her breasts and pinch both nipples, barely protected by the silky tank top.
“Ow! Thayer!”
I hold them between my fingers. “Behave yourself.”
“Let me go. Oh God, that hurts.” She squirms as I twist harder.
“What did I say?”
“Thayer!” She’s trying to get out of my grip, but I won’t let her go.
“I warned you, Savannah.”
“Okay, okay, alright!” I let her go.
With a whimper, she strokes her breasts and massages her nipples, still squirming on my lap.
“Here,” I say. “Let me.” I push her hands to her lap. “Fold your hands.”
Obediently, she does as she’s told. I slide my hands under the tank and press my palms against her slender waist. Her breathing quickens at the feel of my hands on her bare skin.
I take my time making my way to the fullness of her naked breasts, gliding my hands over her waist and to the warm, sensual space between her breasts.
I reach for her nipples and massage them, taking care to make sure she enjoys the erotic pleasure.
“Holy hell,” she whispers.
I can’t help leaning over and kissing her bare shoulder before I lick and nip the same place. I draw a moan of pleasure from her as I move my lips along the length of her neck, still massaging her breasts.
“That… feels… so… good,” she says on a moan. “Oh, God, Thayer, if you keep that up, I think I’m going to—I could really just…”
“Climax? You would. You’re so ready, baby, aren’t you? Open your mouth now.”
Warily, she obeys, giving me a curious look.
Her lips part and her eyes are wide. She’s so aroused she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
I slide a ripe grape between her lips and watch as she bites and swallows.
Next, a sliced strawberry, followed by a tangerine slice.
I continue to feed her small bites of fruit in between kisses.
She nibbles and swallows. Tilting her head to the side, she holds my gaze while she licks the juice off my fingers.
“Fuck,” I grate as my dick lengthens painfully. “Can’t fucking wait days. That’s insanity.”
I jerk my head toward the table. “Sit your ass up on that table.”
Turning to face me, her eyes widen. “What are you gonna do?”
I press my thumb to her slit, covered in the satin pajama shorts. “I want to taste you,” I tell her. She’ll either be excited or afraid, maybe both.
I shove the tray to the side and hoist her up on the table.
“Thayer,” she says with not a little bit of fear in her voice. “Do you mean you’re going to… down there?”
Fuck me, how innocent is she?
I can already taste her, already feel her coming on my tongue.
“I don’t know about this,” she says, as I spread her legs apart and kneel in front of her. I arrange her legs over my shoulders and take a deep breath of the musky, seductive scent of her sex. I lean in and kiss her inner thigh.
“Relax. I’m gonna guess you’ve never done this before?”
“Me?” she squeaks. “Uh, no. I’m not a virgin,” she says quickly, as if to alleviate any of my fears. “But I’m not… like experienced.”
Fabien met Nicolette at a brothel we own. I’m not sure Savannah knows that. But one thing’s for sure, she’s nowhere near as experienced as her sister.
I want all of her. Her orgasms and pleasure. Her fantasies and firsts. I’ll make her debut into the darker, kinkier side of sex unforgettable.
“You don’t have to be experienced,” I tell her right before I kiss her other leg. She’s already damp with arousal, and I know if I part her panties, she’ll be slick and wet. I stifle a groan.