Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Alex folded his arms and looked down at the naked Chelsea. For the sixth day in a row, she was at his home.
As always, she’d let herself in, followed his instructions, and waited, kneeling next to the fireplace.
Every time she visited, her behavior was more and more perfect. She’d told him she’d joined some online communities where she was getting feedback from other submissives, and her dedication showed.
Once in a while, she still set her chin in a stubborn line, but those occasions were becoming rarer. Though he occasionally fastened her into a posture collar, there was no longer as much need. She’d become comfortable in it, and her own body.
As much as her efforts to become a better sub pleased him, they also annoyed the hell out of him.
Everything she did was for Evan C’s benefit. In the community, he was recognized as an asshole of magnificent proportions, his confidence only eclipsed by his arrogance.
The man didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Chelsea. Unfortunately, she was blinded by both ambition and infatuation.
Each passing moment meant he was closer to losing her forever.
That shouldn’t matter. But it fucking did.
This evening, she was naked, except for a pair of stockings and heels she referred to as ‘stupid high.’ In his opinion, that meant they were almost tall enough.
Finally, he moved to stand in front of her and spoke. “Present your breasts, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” With no hesitation, still looking at the floor, she lifted her breasts and drew them together.
If he had a sub, he’d want her to be just like Chelsea. Honest, determined. Caring. “Ask me to clamp your nipples.” This was the first time he’d asked that of her, and he wondered how she would respond.
“Please, Sir, clamp my nipples as hard as you want.”
Her response was even better than he’d expected. Well done.
Bending, he pinched the rosy tips, making her wince. When he tugged hard, she moaned but didn’t protest.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said when he released her and she could draw a full breath.
“These are Japanese clovers,” he told her, reaching for the set on the mantel. A sturdy chain ran between the silver metal clamps, and he draped it over his index finger.
Crouching in front of her, he dangled them in front of her face so they filled her vision. “I’ve selected a fairly vicious pair.”
Her spine stiffened.
“If you learn with these, others will be very easy to tolerate.”
“Anything you say, Sir.”
So perfect. “Ready?”
“If you think I am.”
He squeezed her left nipple hard, then closed a clamp over it.
“Jesus, Sir!”
“I take it that hurts.”
“Holy shit.” Gasping, she glared.
“If it’s unbearable, use your safe word.” He stroked her cheek, and she turned her head, seeking comfort in an instinctive, submissive move. “There’s no heroics in toughing out something you can’t manage. A safe word isn’t shameful—it’s a powerful tool, and you’ve already shown you don’t use it every day.”
Slowly she nodded.
“No true Dominant expects you to go through something physically or emotionally hurtful to you.” He paused. “Understand?”
“Thank you, Sir. Yes.”
“But if you’re being stubborn, you need to figure out how to change your attitude and compartmentalize the pain.”
She breathed in. Despite her obvious discomfort and the obvious fact that she didn’t like this, Chelsea continued to hold her breasts for his torture. She was not just learning the art of submission, she was excelling at it. “Good girl.”
At his words, she exhaled a shaky breath.
More than any other woman he’d been with, she responded the most favorably to his approval. A few simple words from him worked magic.
How different she was from Liz. Chelsea did get off on spankings, but she didn’t obsess about them, which made it a pleasure to give them to her. “In preparation for the second, pinch your other nipple.”
“Sir is an absolute…” She trailed off.
“Good thing you didn’t finish that sentence,” he said into the silence, suppressing a grin. “Though you’ve given me reason enough to correct you, and I’ll enjoy doing so.”
She stuck out her lower lip.
At her antics, he actually laughed. “And you’ll receive extra for that feeble attempt to manipulate me.”
“I…” She sighed. “I apologize.”
“Please don’t. It’s been some time since you felt my wrath. I’m looking forward to unleashing it. Now do as you were told.” He looked at her and waited for her reaction. Though she blinked several times, she said nothing, so he gave the chain a fast yank.
She screamed.
“I’ll repeat myself one last time. Pinch your nipple. Hold it for five seconds.”
Once she’d complied, he released the clamp. Even though her breaths were ragged, she continued to cup her breasts. “At times, you really are a well-behaved submissive.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You may let go of your breasts.”
She remembered to express her gratitude again.
“The reason these are my favorites is that when you tug on them, they tighten, rather than coming off.” To show her what he meant, he stood and then gathered the chain. “Stand.” He exerted pressure on her nipples as she climbed to her feet in a shaky move. He did love the sight of her in stilettos. Once she’d found her footing, he tugged again, urging her onto her tiptoes. “I should have clamped you a long time ago. It works great as a leash.”
“Sir! Fuck!”
“Over here.” He led her toward the couch.
She had no choice but to follow, but she didn’t question him.
“Kneel up.” He released the chain, and the sudden change in tension made her wince again.
When she had settled into position, he said, “Remove my belt.”
“Are you…?”
“Going to punish you? Yes.”
Her lower lip trembled, but he knew this time it was from fear, rather than an attempt to sway him.
She unfastened his buckle, then slid the leather through the loops. “You’re staying dressed, Sir?”
“You told me that it reinforces your subservience. So yes. I want you to be aware of your station.”
“Of course.” She doubled the leather over and held it.
“Offer it to me.”
As she extended her hands, she looked downward.
“That was very nice. But if you’re hoping to get me to go easier on you, it won’t work.” He accepted her offering.
Shuddering, she returned to the kneel up position. He took a seat. “Over my lap, girl.” To hurry her along, he grabbed the chain.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Was that hostility in your tone?”
“No, Sir.”
She draped herself across his lap. He jostled her around slightly. “If you need to grab hold of my ankles for support, you may. But you may not try to evade what you have coming to you.”
“I understand.”
“I’m going to give you eight strokes.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Such a delicious mixture of defiance and obedience. He rubbed her skin to get the blood flowing. If she were his, he would enjoy seeing marks that lasted, but no doubt she wanted to look good for Master Evan C. “How do your nipple clamps feel?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“I could put weights on the chain if you need a bit more pressure.”
“I think they’re sufficiently evil as they are, Sir.”
He grinned. She sounded so prim and proper. “Are you ready for your spanking, Chelsea?”
“Yes, Sir. And before you get started, I do promise to watch my mouth more in future.”
“Good plan,” he approved, swinging the belt hard, catching her across both butt cheeks at the same time.
She yelped, but she said, “Thank you, Sir.”
After the second, she lifted her head slightly but thanked him again.
For her training, he’d been concentrating on the small details of submission—tone of voice, pretty motions, anal penetration, bondage, and posture. This was her first time with the belt, and she took it well.
He traced her spine—mainly because he enjoyed touching her—before he laid the leather to her again.
Though Chelsea arched in response to the bite of the pain, she didn’t protest.
For the fourth stroke, he applied more pressure.
She sighed deeply, but otherwise, she remained quiet. In such a short time, she’d come a long way. “Move forward a bit,” he told her. “Palms flat on the floor. The backs of your thighs deserve some attention. Don’t you agree?”
When she hesitated, he dropped his left knee a bit to tip her off-balance.
He finished the punishment, belting her several times in rapid succession.
She hadn’t protested even once, and when he tossed the strap aside, she said, “That was hot, Sir. Thank you.”
Vixen. “It was meant as punishment, not pleasure.”
“It absolutely hurt,” she said.
Was she trying to reassure him? His lips quirked. He’d intended to teach her a lesson, but if she’d liked it as well, he could live with that. “Present, lying down on the floor.”
She moved quicker than he thought she might. Oh, yes, she was pleasing.
He bent to rub a finger up the inside of her pussy lips. With a frown, he asked, “Did you shave this morning?”
“Err…” She hesitated. “I had to work early this morning, and knowing I needed to have time for my paces, I took my bath last night and did my grooming then.”
“Take a little more care next time.”
Her thighs quivered. “Sorry, Sir.”
He slapped her exposed pussy hard.
She cried out.
“That’s a gentle reminder.” One to drive his lesson home, rather than a turn-on.
“I won’t be so remiss next time, Sir.”
He believed her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she started keeping a razor at the office. “How do those clamps feel now?”
“They’re starting to burn, Sir.”
“Shall I distract you?”
“Please.”
He stroked the place between her legs where he’d just spanked her, and she shifted beneath his hand, arching toward him with a soft mewl of pleasure.
“Oh my…”
“Yes?”
“Sir, that’s…”
“Go on.”
“The pain in my nipples is making me more aroused than I could imagine.”
“Not so bad now, Chelsea?”
“It’s exquisite, Sir. With my ass throbbing, too, it’s… Oh, God. I can’t believe this. I want to come!”
With each moment, she became slicker. Shamelessly, she pushed her pelvis against his hand, seeking fulfillment. “Should I let you get off?” She’d been punished, and she’d deserved it, but the musky, heady scent of feminine arousal filled his senses. The bigger question was, could he possibly deny her anything?
“Please, Sir. Please,” she begged. “Will you please give me an orgasm, even if I haven’t earned it?”
The idea of her pussy weeping with desperation, and her suffering in the anguish of denial fucking fed him, and he moved his hand away. “That’s enough for now.”
Digging her feet into the floor, she tried to lift her body higher, seeking completion. “But—”
“I said enough.”
His trainee whimpered, pitiful in her misery.
“But I’ll give you the pleasure of sucking my dick as a way to thank me for putting up with such an ill-mannered trainee.”
She didn’t respond, and he didn’t expect her to.
Alex helped her from the floor, and she slowly stood and pulled her shoulders back. Then he stood to unfasten his trousers and lower the zipper. The material fell around his ankles.
“I never get tired of seeing your dick, Sir.”
“Flattery is useless.” Which was a lie. He liked her genuine approval.
“So thick and gorgeous.” She lowered herself to her knees. “May I touch you?”
When he gave his assent, she stroked his cock, making it even harder.
Spanking her, holding her, hearing her moans, had made him greedy for her.
Through her long eyelashes, she looked up at him, and he’d swear it was one of the most seductive things he’d ever seen. Then she cradled his balls and ran her thumb over the slit in his cock to transfer the first drop of pre-ejaculate onto her tongue, making a show of sucking her thumb.
Wouldn’t take much more of that to make him come.
Determined to remain in charge, he captured the chain that ran between her nipples. “Let’s make this more interesting, shall we?” He looped the chain of her clamps over his cock.
“Oh God. That’s outrageous, Sir.”
“Now pleasure me, and don’t touch yourself.”
Chelsea set to work giving him head, keeping her mouth open wide to take as much of him as his thrusts demanded. She sucked him, licking his cockhead. He dug his hands into the short waves of her hair, cradling her head, holding her prisoner.
He rocked his hips until he found the rhythm he wanted, then he tightened his grip so he could go in deeper. “You’re doing well.”
She made slight gagging sounds, something she’d need to work on correcting, but she continued to service him. Of course, with the way he was holding her and the way the chain dragged on her nipples, she had little choice.
“When I come, you’ll swallow every drop.”
She nodded as much as possible and made a sound that he took for agreement.
Gritting his teeth, he tipped back his head and closed his eyes, loving the feeling of having his dick down her throat. Absently, he wondered why he’d been so adamant about not playing with subs. Being with a woman who was so desperate to please was the stuff of dreams.
Her enthusiasm increased as his cock thickened. Need boiled from deep in his balls. “Every drop,” he repeated before he could no longer speak.
He groaned as hot ribbons of release pulsed into her mouth.
Dutifully, she worked to take his load, swallowing, licking.
He immobilized her head until she sucked him dry.
When she was done, she exhaled a deep, shaky breath. Her attempt to kneel back was prevented by the chain.
“I may do that to you every time you give me head.”
“It was something, Sir.” As she met his gaze, she licked the remnants of his climax from her lips. “I like sucking your dick, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”
“You did well. And your manners are appreciated.” He studied her. “How wet is your pussy?”
“Not very,” she admitted.
“You’re no longer on the verge of coming?”
She shook her head, then stilled as the chain moved.
As his cock became semierect, he dropped her chain, causing her to wince.
“You may get dressed.”
“Sir?” She blinked, looking up at him.
“That’s enough for tonight.”
“But…” A tiny frown formed between her eyebrows. “The clamps?”
“I’ll change them out for something not as painful.”
“You never do what I expect.”
“I lay awake at night dreaming up ways to torment you.”
She flashed him a half-smile. “I actually believe that.”
“You know you don’t have to leave.” He brushed back a lock of hair from her forehead. That she never stayed or accepted much aftercare bothered him.
“Thanks for the invitation. Tomorrow’s another long day. I’m working on a proposal for a reluctant client, and I’m putting a lot of work into it.”
“Are you?”
“I need to get You’re The Star to the next level.”
How well he understood her drive and dedication. “Come with me.” He walked back to the fireplace. “Remain standing while I do this. Hands behind your neck.”
When she was in position, he released her right nipple.
“Fuck.” Her knees buckled. “Holy… Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Instantly he sucked the tip, laving it with tongue, taking away the hurt.
“I’ve never…” She blinked rapidly. “That was something.”
“Ready for the next one?” Without waiting for an answer, he removed the left one and once again laved away the hurt while she grabbed hold of him for support. Even though she’d sucked him off less than half an hour ago, his cock responded to the sound of her distress.
“Is the world spinning backward? It is, isn’t it?”
“Hated it?”
“No.” After a moment, she added, “That pain was shocking, but short-lived.”
He reached onto the mantel for a pair of his lightest clamps—tweezers, with tiny jewels on the end. “Because you’re tender, you may feel these more than you ordinarily would.” At least that was his hope.
After adjusting them both to the correct pressure, he studied them. Very different from the others, more decorative than anything.
“Is this what submission with you is like?”
“How’s that?”
“Always something new. A full-time thing? We talked about that the first night, how each relationship is different. Or is this just part of your training process?”
“I’m a Dominant,” he said simply. “It’s not part of who I am, it is who I am. I don’t turn it off and on.”
“I see.”
“That’s something for you to consider if you stay in the community.” He added the if because he preferred not to think of her on her knees, mascara wrecked, sucking any man’s dick but his.
Disturbed by his thoughts, he pulled up his pants, zipping and buttoning them as she made her way to the doorway to wiggle into her panties and skirt.
Then he walked to the entrance and folded his arms as she shrugged into her blouse.
Her movements were slight in deference to the clamps, and she left off her bra entirely.
“Call me when you get home for permission to remove the clamps.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She gathered her belongings, removed her keys from inside her purse, then stuffed her bra in the bottom.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
Outside, he followed her, loving the way the shoes made her hips gently move from side to side… He’d be a fool not to have her wear them regularly.
He held the door while she slipped inside the compartment. Being sure no one could see them, he reached inside her shirt to give the chain one last tug.
Around a gasp, she asked, “Do you show any mercy?”
“Would you like to sleep in them?” The threat was empty. He’d never demand that.
“Thank you for your generosity in letting me remove them when I get home, Sir.”
“I’m happy to give you a bare-assed spanking right here in front of the neighbors. Mr. Jones across the street will enjoy the view.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“I’ll have you over that hood with your skirt around your waist and your panties pulled down so fast you won’t remember your name.”
Sinking deeper into her seat, she regarded him. “I actually think you might.”
“I most certainly would.” To reinforce his point, he raised an eyebrow. “Drive safe.” With that, he sealed her inside the vehicle.
She accelerated away. Even though she looked in the rearview mirror a couple of times, she didn’t wave. Then she turned the corner and vanished.
Alex realized why he didn’t play with subs more often. He had discerning tastes. He wanted someone like Chelsea.
Like Chelsea?
Fuck that.
He wanted her.
Less than half an hour later, while he was sitting behind the desk in his study, a half-finished whiskey nearby, she called him.
“I’m home, Sir. Thank you for an instructive evening.”
She truly was learning the art of submission. Words that had once been forced now flowed naturally. “How do your nipples feel?”
“Sore. Distracting me because they cause constant arousal.”
“Picturing you in them does the same to me.”
“Does it?”
“The next time you’re here, be wearing them and see for yourself.”
“I’ll do that, Sir.”
“Put your phone on speaker while you remove your shirt.” Rustling in the background indicated she was following his directions.
“Whew. Every little motion hurts, Sir.”
“Good. Good. You’ll remember this experience.”
“Honestly, Sir? There’s not a single moment with you that I’ll ever forget.”
He clenched his hand. “Remove the right clamp.”
“I’m doing that now, Sir.” Then she gasped. “Damn it! This is as bad as earlier.”
This time, he wasn’t there to take away the ache. “Now the other one.”
“Damn. I wish there was a way to get this off without it hurting.”
“That would defeat my purpose.”
“You want me to suffer,” she said.
“Oh, yes, my sweet pet.” For me. “Quit stalling.”
She whimpered.
Silence crackled, followed by her loud hiss.
Incessantly, his cock pressed against his pants, demanding a second release.
“Damn. That’s just… I’m not sure I have words.”
“Too bad I didn’t put one on your clit.”
Her response was instant. “Thank you for your kindness.”
“Your manners are not always on point, girl.”
“I’ll be honest, Sir. It’s hard to remember when I hurt so bad. It’s as if I experience life through a haze.”
“When you’re instructed to do something, you may want to think it all the way through. Break it down in your mind before starting. For example, tell yourself you’ll remove the clamp and immediately express your gratitude. Think how much your Dom wants to hear those words. There are many things he or she could be doing other than listening to your complaints.”
“You’re right, Sir. I beg your pardon.”
“You’re going to be tempted to masturbate tonight,” he said. “Your breasts and nipples will be sensitive, and with the way I played with your lovely pussy earlier, you’ll want to come. But I forbid it.”
He remained silent until she miserably answered, “I understand, Sir.”
“As a reminder, when you arrive tomorrow, I want you wearing the clamps.” He pictured her gritting her teeth to hold back a disrespectful response. He was pushing her limits now, and he knew it.
“Anything else, Sir?”
“That will be all, Chelsea.”
“I was wondering…”
“Go on.”
“If it’s not too much to ask, can we spend some extra time together tomorrow?”
The day before their outing to the Den.
“I know you’re busy, but I was hoping you could maybe tie me to the Saint Andrew’s cross and, well, you know, use some different implements on me. More than what I’ve already experienced.”
“You know what you’re asking?”
“Master Evan C likes to tie up his subs and whip them.”
Alex nodded. She was right about that. If she wanted a taste, he’d happily give it to her. “Does mid-afternoon work for you? I’d like to take you out to dinner to give you a little more exposure to being in public.”
“I’ll rearrange my schedule. Three o’clock all right with you, Sir?”
“It is.”
“I appreciate you accommodating me.”
It was no hardship. “Before you go to bed, look at your rear in the mirror. If there are any red marks, put arnica on them. Oh, and there is one more thing for tonight. Sleep in the nude.” He didn’t give her time to respond before ending the conversation.
After dropping his phone on the desk, he picked up his glass.
He wished it wasn’t Evan C that had prompted her to ask for new experiences.
The prick didn’t realize how fortunate he was.
Honoring her request for tomorrow’s session, he headed back upstairs to prepare the play room. He moved the Saint Andrew’s cross into the middle of the floor, placed the chair nearby, then he opened his storage unit to select two floggers. The first would warm her nicely. The second would satisfy her desire to experience something like she could expect from Evan C.
Alex looked forward to using both.
Even though he’d forbidden Chelsea to touch herself, he climbed beneath the hot shower spray and jacked off to the image of her on her knees, the clamp’s chain hooked over his thick cock as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
As he came, he tipped back his head, consumed by one blazing realization.
Chelsea was his.
And he intended to have her.