Chapter Six
Chapter Six
“Would you like to come over tomorrow evening?”
Master Alexander’s suggestion slid through Chelsea, igniting her senses and making her heart leap into her throat. Pressing the phone closer to her ear, she strode to her office window.
This was the moment she’d been anticipating, wanting, but afraid wouldn’t happen.
When she’d called him the day after she’d left his house, he’d said they should spend a week apart. Since then, she’d done everything she was supposed to, including sending him the video. She honestly wasn’t sure she’d done anything more difficult.
But his instructions clearly had a purpose, and the embarrassment she experienced now wasn’t as profound as it had been the night they’d met.
“Chelsea?”
“Yes, Sir. I would love to see you.” She probably shouldn’t have admitted that, but her enthusiasm bubbled over.
“Does six o’clock work for you? Or is seven better?”
“Whatever is best for you, Sir.”
“Six. We can spend some time together, then we’ll have dinner.”
Where she’d be expected to wear something revealing and no undergarments? “Is there anything specific I should wear?”
“Since I’ll expect you to remove your clothing the moment the door closes behind you, it doesn’t matter.”
“But what about dinner?”
“I want you to be comfortable. Jeans are fine. We’re not going anywhere fancy.”
Really?
When she didn’t respond right away, he asked, “Questions?”
“Only about what happens once I arrive. I presume you’ll open the door and then I’ll undress?” She started to pace, a habit she’d picked up since she’d started seeing him.
“Let yourself in, strip, then wait near the fireplace. I trust that you will be in the correct position at six o’clock precisely.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Anything less than perfection will require chastisement.”
She shuddered.
“Before you go, have you been masturbating?”
“You forbade it.”
“Answer the question.”
“I wanted to, but no. I didn’t, Sir.” She exhaled. “I hate the rule. Sometimes it’s the only way I can get to sleep.” And not being able to use the showerhead between her legs seemed like a constant punishment.
“You’re going to continue to do as I say, though, aren’t you, girl? Because you like being my good pet.”
God help her. She squeezed her eyes shut. Every word he said was true.
“Now get on with your practice. And deal with the fact that I intend to push you further than you’ve ever been.”
Her insides curled into a knot of dread…and sexual anticipation.
Then he hung up, once more ending the call on a cryptic note.
Damn you.
He tilted her world off its axis and expected her to go on as if nothing had happened?
Later that night, at home in bed, she couldn’t get comfortable, and she was convinced he’d intended that for her.
Since he’d denied it, need crawled through her. Right now, she knew even the gentlest of touches against her clit would get her off. She could feel her pulse there, demanding. Confounding man.
She was aware of the ache in her pussy that a simple touch would vanquish. Her breasts felt full, and she desperately wanted to play with her nipples.
She thumped her pillow into a different shape, and that didn’t help, either.
Finally, half an hour later, in abject frustration, she climbed out of bed and went through her paces again, while wearing her pajamas. If she took off her clothes, she would be tempted to touch herself.
The act of thinking of Master Alexander, of making him proud of her, helped calm her.
As always, sleep eluded her.
She turned on her side and shoved both hands beneath her head. She forced herself not to think about her upcoming time with Master Alexander, and instead, she counted sheep, something she hadn’t done since she was a child.
The technique must have worked because the alarm dragged her to a groggy consciousness. She’d hit the snooze button often enough that she was running late for an appointment with a potential new client. The coffee maker took its sweet time, and she glared at it, as if that would hurry it along.
She was pouring the first cup when she remembered she still needed to practice her movements.
With a frustrated sigh, she glanced at the clock on the microwave. Since she’d done extra the day before, surely that put her ahead for today, right? She dragged a hand through her hair, wishing it worked that way. Either she intended to keep her word, or not. If she’d jumped out of bed when the alarm had first rung, she wouldn’t be in a time crunch.
After taking a long drink of the life-sustaining caffeine, she knelt. It took a lot of mental effort to keep herself calm rather than panicking about the time.
Fortunately, her potential new client called to say he was behind schedule, and she arrived at her office half an hour ahead of him.
By the time she greeted him and showed him into the conference room, she was cool and competent, impressing him enough that he signed on the dotted line. And of course, she and her team would have to begin work immediately to promote his upcoming independent movie. Still, that didn’t stop her and Jennifer—Chelsea’s executive administrator—from grabbing hold of each other and screaming before doing a dance around the office.
At last! After years of hard work, scraping and scrimping, and paying off bills, her business was finally achieving the success she’d dreamed of.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, and they brought lunch in.
All too soon, four-thirty arrived. Even though they’d been swamped, thoughts of being with Master Alexander had intruded. She’d been relieved to stay busy all day, otherwise she wasn’t sure how she’d have survived the nine hours.
She hurried home for a shower, and to shave properly before meeting him. The sensual tension that had been simmering through her body heated to a boil. She needed him—and relief.
As she drove to his house, she distracted herself with outrageously loud dance music.
She arrived with enough time to get inside and prepare herself for whatever was going to happen at six o’clock.
As per his instructions, she let herself in.
After securing the door behind her, she called out a greeting, but silence echoed back at her.
A little unnerved, she undressed then walked into the living room, drew a steadying breath, and lowered herself to the kneel up position near the fireplace.
She couldn’t help but glance at the items he’d left on the side table—the dreaded collar, a box of surgical gloves, lube, several coiled lengths of restraints, and a curved metal hook. Something that might have been a tawse lay across the arm of the couch.
Rather than focusing on what might happen, she stared straight ahead, jumping at every sound.
Is Master Alexander even in the house?
Not that it mattered. She had her instructions, and no doubt this was a test.
Finally, heavy footsteps fell on the hardwood floor, and it took all her internal fortitude to remain where she was, waiting for him.
Long, interminable moments passed in silence.
But she breathed in the undeniable scent of him—determination, undercut with crisp mountain air—and that slammed her pulse into overdrive.
“Very good,” he said.
Hot and heavy, his approval slid through her.
“Please present yourself for inspection.”
Forcing herself to be mindful, she stood with her hands behind her neck, then brought her shoulder blades together. After parting her legs wide, she looked straight ahead.
“You have been working on that.”
She wanted to please him. Why it should matter so much, she didn’t know. “Thank you, Sir.”
When he stepped in front of her, he took away her next breath.
He was dressed casually, in jeans, motorcycle boots, and a tight black T-shirt. Judging by the stubble on his jaw, he’d obviously missed his morning shave. That made him appear all the more dangerous.
But his next command came so fast that she had no time to savor his sexiness.
“Open your mouth.”
Schooling herself, she followed his orders, but then he surprised her by saying, “Now close it.”
He never did what she expected.
For a moment he was quiet.
“Thank you, Sir,” she remembered to say, rushing the words together. She definitely didn’t want to experience the dental dam again, and his mercy truly was something to be grateful for.
“You’ve shaved again.”
“Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t sure whether he’d expected an answer or not.
“Present your breasts.”
Though he hadn’t asked that of her before, she’d seen Brandy do it at the Den. Chelsea lifted her breasts and drew them together, hoping she was doing it right.
“Perfect. Pinch your nipples.”
Because she knew his expectations, she grasped herself harder than she liked. Even when the pain became uncomfortable—almost unbearably so—she continued to do as she was told.
“Now release them and part your pussy lips. Hold them back, as if they were butterfly wings.”
Taking care not to touch her suddenly achy clit, she complied.
His inspection was gentle, much more awful than the terrible one he’d given her at the Den. This aroused her, driving her even madder than she already was.
“Such a good pet.” He wet his thumbpad and brushed it across her clit.
Moaning, she jerked desperately. “Sir!”
He tutted. “Such lack of control.”
Fuck. Already she was on the verge of an orgasm, and it was all his fault.
“Show me your ass.”
Until now, this had been a wonderful inspection. Trying to rein in her galloping emotions, she lowered herself to all fours, then placed her forehead on the floor. Once she’d found her balance, she reached back to spread her ass cheeks.
What was he doing? Watching? Thinking? Planning?
Whatever it was, it stretched her nerves to their fracture point.
His footsteps bounced off the floor, and she forced herself to resist the temptation to turn her head and peek.
Then something wet and solid pressed against her anus.
“Open up, naughty girl.”
This was awful. But when he started to enter her, she closed her eyes and bore down, anxious to make it easier on herself. He inserted something, probably his finger, and probed her, stretching her.
“Have you ever worn a plug?”
“No, Sir.”
“And what you mean is, no Sir, not until now.”
“No, Sir,” she repeated. “I have not worn a plug until now.”
Suddenly, more pressure was back there.
“A second finger is going in. You can make it easy on yourself or not. The choice is yours.”
Gulping, she clenched her hands.
“Slow, deep breaths will help.”
Sure they will.
“Relax and let me in. Now I’m going to put a starter plug in your ass, though I’m tempted to go with something bigger.”
She recognized the inherent threat and knew why he’d made it. “Thank you, Sir, for stretching me and for using a small one.”
He chuckled.
“Nice save. But I will expect you to work up to something much, much larger. Being comfortable with it will make your life easier.”
The reminder she was doing this for someone other than him caught her off guard, and she wasn’t sure she relished his comments.
“Turn your head and look at this.” He crouched next to her.
Their faces were mere inches apart, and for an instant, their connection sizzled with electricity. She blinked first.
He held up the red silicone plug. “This is going inside you on the first try without you carrying on. Are you clear?”
Though the widest part didn’t appear much bigger around than the two fingers he’d just inserted inside of her, the toy had a base that would hold it in place.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. In that case, ask me to put it in place.”
She’d convinced herself that he wasn’t as beastly as she sometimes remembered, then he proved that wasn’t true. “Please, Sir, will you put that…nasty thing in me?”
He smiled. “Lucky for you I’m not marking you down for lack of enthusiasm.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said, trying not to smile as she drank in their momentary closeness. “Shall I try again?”
“Do.”
“Please, I beg you, Sir. I want you to put that hot thing straight up my ass in a single move.”
This time he laughed, but he also smacked her left butt cheek, hard. “If you insist,” he responded.
He left her for a moment. The unmistakable sound of lube being squirted filled her ears.
“Spread your cheeks farther,” he said.
Her Dom placed the unyielding tip against her opening. The thing had appeared flexible, so she hadn’t been prepared for its unwelcome rigidity.
“Bear down…now.”
He pushed ahead, and Chelsea had to fight his momentum and her desire to escape in order to stay in position.
Through gritted teeth, she told him, “This is way more difficult than a finger, Sir. Damn it!”
“Almost there. You can do it.”
As the widest part entered her, she whimpered. Then finally it slid all the way in. When the momentary discomfort had receded, she sighed.
“Very pretty.”
Although she didn’t argue, she doubted the red thing looked attractive at all.
He twisted it so that the hilt was seated between her buttocks.
She gave an unladylike grunt. “Not a fan of that,” she said. “Sir.”
“Too bad. Now kneel back. I want to speak with you.”
Wildly she wondered if she’d already upset him. But damn, that had hurt more than she’d expected. Frustrated with herself for expressing displeasure, she moved into position and kept her gaze straight ahead.
“You may relax and look at me. Do you still wish to continue?”
Chelsea adjusted herself, trying to find a comfortable position with the plug inside her. The slick silicone made her feel full, and she was dealing with the intrusion without complaint because it pleased her Master. “Yes, Sir. I do want to continue. I’m just trying to think about how to deal with this butt plug.”
“Quit thinking and allow it to be.”
That was easy for him to say. He didn’t have a long thing stuck up his rear channel.
“Lie on your back,” he instructed. “You may use the rug.”
She knew better than to argue.
The thing moved about as she awkwardly did as he said. Her movements were exaggerated as she tried not to move too much.
“Now, draw your knees to your chest and keep them there.”
She closed her eyes, imagining the sight she made, with her pussy and the base of the plug revealed to him. She’d never been shy, even in bed, but this was an entirely new level of exposure. He’d expected a tremendous amount from her. And she hadn’t been here half an hour.
“Stop the struggle.”
In less than a minute, the position became uncomfortable. Air whispered from the nearby vent and cooled her hot pussy, and she closed her eyes, attempting to harness her wayward thoughts.
When she shifted a bit, he moved to the table and returned to show her his cane.
Her eyes widened.
“Like at the Den, you won’t be struck by this, but I will use it to correct your position.”
She closed her eyes. At home, alone, it was easy to rationalize submission, and she could convince herself it wasn’t all that bad and that he never demanded more than she could give. But it became a different thing when she was being tested by his unyielding ways.
No matter what he said, she didn’t want that rattan on her body, so she remained still.
“Good.”
She held on to his approval. A simple word from him provided huge encouragement.
He left her there for so long that she stopped thinking about the plug and only about him. Her breathing evened out. At one time she would have sworn it was impossible to tolerate the plug. But it wasn’t all that bad.
“How is that?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“Would you like to continue your training?” he asked eventually.
“Yes. Yes, please, Sir.”
“In that case, I’m going to fuck your ass with that plug, and you’re going to encourage me to go faster and harder.”
She wrapped her hands tighter around her legs.
“Aren’t you, Chelsea?”
Her breath was shaky.
“It seems you need time to work through various aspects of submission, that you naturally want to rebel.”
“I’d hate for that to be true, Sir.”
He stood close, tapping the cane against his ankle. He loomed over her, large, broad and imposing. Being in this position, looking up at him reinforced their roles.
“Am I wrong?” he asked.
“No.” She wanted to drag her hand through her hair or fold her arms across her chest, but he compelled her to remain open. “Are you sure you have the patience for this? For me?”
Tenderness softened his expression. “Yes. I do. I consider it all to be part of your training.”
For the first time, she understood that this couldn’t be easy for him, either. Why would he choose to tolerate a recalcitrant and stubborn woman when he could have his pick of already-perfect submissives?
In so many ways, he was an enigma. She’d learned a little about him through online searches, but she only knew those things that had put him in the press. It appeared he didn’t participate in any social networking, and even though she was laying herself bare to him, she knew next to nothing about him.
“You’re doing fine,” he assured her. “We’ll work together until you give up the struggle. I recognize that you’re trying, that you’re thinking. I’ve told you before, you will never disappoint me.”
“But you tanned my hide last time, Sir.”
“You will be punished for a bad attitude and for not following rules,” he clarified. “But that doesn’t mean I’m displeased with you, just an aspect of your behavior. Again, I’m going to fuck your ass. We can use the plug you already have, or we can use a larger one?”
“No. No, Sir. This one is fine. Thank you, again, Sir, for your kindness.”
“You are learning. On all fours, if you please.”
When she didn’t move fast enough, he tapped her with the cane to encourage her.
“Your choice, you can remain as you are, or you can put your head on the floor and reach back to hold your buttocks apart.”
That wasn’t an easy decision. If she stayed as she was, it might be more difficult for him to get the plug in and out. On the other hand, if she moved, it would be easier to lose her balance. In the end, she asked, “Is it acceptable for me to…?” Some of their conversations mortified her. “Stick out my bottom a bit?”
“Your decision,” he said. “Doms may not always offer you that choice. Be aware.”
“Yes, Sir.” She pushed out her rear in his direction, waiting with huge impatience.
“It’s customary to thank a Dom when he grants you a favor.”
Damn it all. He overwhelmed her so much that she forgot half the things she was learning. “Sorry, Sir,” she apologized straightway. “I appreciate your understanding.”
“As always, I’ll reinforce the lesson later.”
She froze. “Did that earn me a punishment?”
“Did you expect it wouldn’t?” Behind her, he grasped the plug and pulled it out. “The more you relax, the easier this will be.”
Chelsea barely had time to absorb the shock of being stretched then having it out before he shoved it in again.
Relentlessly he pounded her, and she was gasping and shaking, moving forward and back as he fucked her with it. A dull throb of anguish overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to think.
“How is it?” he asked.
“It’s…” Horrible. Awful. Hideous.
Unbelievably, as he continued, as she moved with him instead of fighting to remain still, she started to become aroused. “Sir!”
“Yes?”
“I… Oh, my God, I think I might come.”
All of a sudden, with the plug out, he stopped.
She swore beneath her breath.
Silence shrouded the living room, and the temperature seemed to drop.
“Thank you for telling me,” he said. “Now we’ll go on. This is the penalty for having to be reminded of your manners.”
Unreleased need vibrated through her. With her teeth gritted, she nodded. “The lesson is hitting home, Sir.”
“I’m glad you see that. Still, I’ll be edging you for a bit.”
What the hell is that? “Edging?”
“I’ll bring you to the precipice again and again. But I won’t let you come.”
She pressed her lips together. There were many parts of this that she didn’t like—or actively despised.
“Since your ass is stretched and so wide open, you’ll tolerate a larger plug.”
Instinctively, she tightened her buttocks.
“It’s going in,” he said, tone implacable. “How difficult do you want it to be?”
She heard him moving around the room, and not knowing what he was doing made her crazy.
“Would you like to see it?”
“No.” She barely remembered to express her gratitude. “No, thank you, Sir.” Knowing what was coming might make it worse.
“I’m doing this because you didn’t remember to thank me earlier.”
More than anything, she wanted to look at him, see his eyes, maybe gather some reassurance from the way he looked at her. “I thought you were going to spank me for that?”
“There are many ways to reinforce lessons,” he said. “Corporal punishment is only one of several.”
“I think I prefer that, Sir, to something else you might choose.”
“As your Dom, I will make that decision.”
This relationship was a juxtaposition. The things she liked most about him, that he was firm and unyielding, were also the things she hated the most.
“You were going to have to work your way up to a larger plug, regardless. This just accelerates my timeline.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said miserably. When would she learn to keep her mouth shut?
“Look at me, pet.”
She turned her head. Thankfully, he had the plug behind his back.
“You are here for training. Of course you’ll make mistakes, plenty of them. That’s to be expected. We only have two weeks together, and that means moving forward every day in order to accomplish what you want.”
Reluctantly, she nodded. “I understand, Sir.” Then she added a second lie. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl.”
The diabolical Dom moved behind her, and she thrust out her rear again. He was going to do this whether she protested or not. She could stall or use a safe word, but eventually his will would prevail. So why not get on with it?
Although she hadn’t heard him squirt lube on the plug, it was slick as he pressed it into her.
This was bigger—wretched—making her whimper. She should never have complained about the smaller one.
He had only managed to insert it part of the way when he pulled it back out. “You can do this, Chelsea.”
“Do what, Sir? Be torn apart?”
“Bear down,” he advised, shaking his head. He forced the thing in deeper.
“I… Fuck this!”
“Stop fighting me,” he said.
“I’m trying to cooperate, Sir.”
“In that case, relax your sphincter.” He worked the thing in, then eased it out, going a little deeper and farther each time.
“I’m not sure I can manage this, Sir!”
“You can,” he said, his tone both encouraging and soothing.
She was afraid his determination was no match for her inability to take the plug’s girth. Feeling helpless, desperate for this to be over, she inched away from him, trying to escape.
“Stick out your ass, Chelsea.” He reached forward to clamp her left shoulder and hold her in place.
She screamed when he stretched her ass even farther.
“That’s it,” he said. “It’s going in. Now.”
With his hand on her shoulder, he forced her backward, and he shoved the plug deep.
Tears swam in her eyes as her safe word hovered on the tip of her tongue.
“You’re there,” he said.
Just like last time, it settled in, and her anus relaxed around the stem.
“That metal bling looks hot, Chelsea.”
“Bling?”
”The base has blue jewels. They reminded me of your eyes.”
He’d noticed that about her?
“I really am looking forward to fucking you up the ass. Maybe even tomorrow.”
She gulped for air, trying to steady her trembling body. That had to be a joke.
Soothingly, he stroked his fingertips up and down her spine, and luxurious calm enveloped her. “That’s nice, Sir.”
“How does the plug feel?” he asked.
She hated to admit it, but now that it was in, it wasn’t too bad. In fact, the full sensation, compounded by the fact he liked the way it looked, made her feel slightly sexy. How was that possible?
“Chelsea?”
“It’s fine, Sir.”
He squatted next to her.
“Thank you.”
“You are very welcome.” He moved one hand from her face and smoothed her hair.
No one seemed to know her as he did. Because he demanded honesty, refused to allow games, didn’t let her get away with prevarication, held her accountable, pushed her through her feminine embarrassment, he’d seen aspects of her personality even she hadn’t known existed. He’d even uncovered a bratty part she hadn’t known of and wasn’t proud of.
He responded to her needs, meeting them with a touch or soothing word, even without her needing to ask.
“The Dom who ends up with you will be one lucky man.”
For a single, mad moment, she wished that man were him.