Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Tension knotted Chelsea’s stomach, and she picked at her dinner despite the fact the food was fabulous. He’d chosen an upscale seafood restaurant in the foothills with spectacular views of Denver and the plains in the distance. Even though they were together in a wonderful place, her mind drifted away.
When she’d started this journey, the idea of letting someone else tell her what to do and make decisions for her had rankled. The suggestion that she should serve him in any way had annoyed her. But over the last couple of weeks, things had changed.
She recognized the myriad ways he served her, from wonderful dinners—no parsley in sight—to holding her gently, from opening doors to bathing her in the shower. She’d come to understand that submission wasn’t a one-way street. And the more he required from her, the more he also gave. He made her feel cared for and appreciated—something no other man had ever done for her.
And what she shared with Master Alexander was even deeper than that. There was a thrill and sexual fulfillment that she’d never experienced before.
And part of her never wanted it to end.
“Not hungry?” he asked.
“Sorry. I was playing with my food, Sir.” She laid her fork on top of her plate. She was looking forward to tomorrow night at the Den and finally sceneing with Master Evan C. But she was going to miss seeing Master Alexander. She realized that she was starting to care for him, deeply. Falling for a trainer was stupidity, she knew, but she hadn’t seen it coming.
“Is everything okay?”
No. “Fine. Thank you.” It had been even an hour ago, but now, she was closer to leaving him than she’d been before.
“Would you like to finish your meal? Or would you like to leave?”
She folded her hands together in her lap. “I don’t want to rush you, Sir.”
He looked at her, his gaze focused on her. He frowned slightly before nodding. “I’d rather get home, as well.”
Home. Which meant his place. Not theirs.
He signaled for the check and paid the bill.
“Thank you for dinner, Sir,” she said, when he pulled back her chair.
“You have the loveliest manners,” he said. “This time I want you to walk in front of me.”
It seemed he gave a different order every time they were together. That was part of his plan, she supposed. With a new Dom, she wouldn’t know what to expect, and so he prepared her for everything, which made him excellent at what he did.
They waited at the valet stand, and when one of the men opened the door for her, Master Alexander said, “I’ll see to the lady.”
The valet nodded and accepted his tip. Master Alexander handed her into the SUV and waited while she buckled her seatbelt before closing the door.
“You seem quiet,” he observed after he’d eased into traffic.
“Just trying to concentrate,” she said, fabricated.
He shot her a sideways glance.
“I don’t want to be a disappointment,” she added, hoping that would dissuade him from further questions.
“You won’t be.” He took her hand and drew it to his lips.
Oh hell. That was it.
Earlier, he’d kissed her.
Though she’d continued on as if nothing had changed, everything had.
And now that she’d had a few minutes to reflect, she realized it.
Being spanked, fucked, even tended to was one thing. His passion that created an emotional connection was another.
Her heart had melted as she’d looked into his eyes.
The sex they’d had afterward, with her on top, had been different, magnificent.
“Would you like to continue to play this evening?” He slid a sideways glance her way. “Or would you like to call it a night?”
And never scene with you again? That would be the smartest way to spare herself any further anguish. But maybe she was a glutton for punishment. Greedily, she wanted as many experiences as possible to remember him by. “If you’re agreeable, Sir, I’d like to stay a little longer.”
“I was hoping that would be your answer.”
They both remained silent until they neared his house.
“When we arrive, leave your clothes inside the door and then go up to my bedroom. When I get there, I want to find you leaning over the bed, your ass cheeks spread apart.”
Her mouth dried. “Yes, Sir.” Obviously he intended to do more anal training, and she didn’t object. Now that she’d become more accustomed to it, she sometimes enjoyed it. When he fucked her with the butt plug in place, the fit was so tight, so overwhelming that the sensations made her nerve endings sing.
He pulled the vehicle into the garage, and she preceded him into the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, she kicked off her heels and started to unbutton her blouse.
She expected him to walk straight past her, but he paused. He dug a hand into her hair and tipped her head to one side.
He sank his teeth into the tender flesh near her shoulder. Her knees bent, and before she could lose her balance, he caught her.
“Better not keep me waiting, sub.” He walked away.
Chelsea finished stripping.
In the distance, a door closed, and she assumed he’d entered his home office. Not knowing how much time she had, she hurried upstairs to prepare for his arrival.
The beast kept her waiting.
She fought to harness her racing thoughts and to keep her ass cheeks spread. She listened intently for any sound that would indicate his imminent arrival. Just because she heard nothing, it didn’t mean he wasn’t standing there, watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake.
This time, he wasn’t being stealthy.
His masculine footfalls resounded in the hallway, then outside the door. For a moment she forgot to breathe. But he continued on. Exhaling, she started to relax, but then realized he might return soon.
He kept her waiting for a few minutes more before joining her.
“Perfect,” he said.
Her heart stuttered. His growl of approval made the wait worthwhile.
“You know I’m going to take you up the ass tonight, sub.”
Her breath threatened to strangle her. She couldn’t have spoken now if he’d paid her.
“Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll start you with a small plug.”
Small mercies. “That’s kind, Sir.” Out of her peripheral vision, she saw him place a few items on the nightstand.
He rubbed her bare buttocks. “You only have a couple of small marks, and they’ll be gone by tomorrow,” he told her.
Before she was ready, he placed the cool, wet tip of the small plug against her. “Keep your cheeks spread.” He pushed in a little. “Open up. Bear down.” In a single move, he slid it all the way in.
Because she’d had some practice, she barely noticed its insertion, and it took no time to accommodate the silicone toy.
“You’re getting better at that,” he told her. “Now a larger size.”
She still found it a bit humiliating for him to remove a plug, but protesting wouldn’t change anything.
A little at a time, he worked a bigger one in, easing forward then back, going deeper with each thrust.
She groaned when the biggest part stretched her apart.
“Keep that asshole exposed for me,” he warned. “Unless you want to wear clovers while I do this?”
Instinctively she tightened her body and forced her buttocks farther apart.
“I didn’t think so, even though I like the idea of you helplessly grinding your breasts against the mattress. Can you imagine how bad your nipples would hurt?”
Since they still stung from the last time she’d worn them, she didn’t want to consider the amount of pain they’d cause.
Once he had it seated, he fucked her a couple of times with it. Keeping her stretched?
“Now you’re going to take one that’s larger than either of those.”
She whimpered. His words frightened her enough that she almost moved her hands.
“It’s your choice. Do you want it or not? It will help prepare you, or I can simply put my dick up there now.”
Master Alexander was much thicker than either of those. Being stretched wider was a mercy. “Another one is fine, Sir.”
Though he eased the current one from her, the respite was temporary. Almost instantly something much larger demanded entrance. “Damn, Sir!”
“Relax your muscles,” he encouraged.
She curled her toes against the unyielding floor. “I can’t do this!”
He slapped her ass hard.
The distraction allowed him to sink the nasty thing farther in.
“You have a safe word. Use it or quit carrying on.”
“This one is different,” she complained after expelling a breath. And she hated it.
“It’s made from tempered glass,” he said. “Unbreakable. It’s considerably less forgiving than the others we’ve used until now.”
She shuddered. Having his cock up there had to feel better than this.
He reached beneath her to play with her clit. Always this man knew how to touch her. As need built in her, he spun the glass piece in slow circles, working it deeper a little at a time.
She cried out as he continued the assault on her rear.
Despite all her good intentions, she moved her hands and tried to stand. He pushed her back down and forced the glass in even deeper.
She panted, drenched with sweat, tears swimming in her eyes as the pain engulfed her.
He shoved on the base, sinking it all the way home. “Good girl.”
“Fuck off,” she muttered under her breath.
In an instant, he flipped her over so that she was on her back looking up at him.
“Were you being disrespectful, girl?”
She shook her head, but then she looked away and closed her eyes.
“Chelsea?”
Digging for courage, she faced him again. “You’re right, Sir. I was. I’m sorry. It hurts so much, and your words struck me as condescending.” She bit her lower lip, afraid of his reaction. Even in a vanilla relationship, speaking to a partner in that way was disrespectful and unacceptable. “I was out of line. I accept whatever punishment you deem necessary.”
He loomed over her, fully dressed, arms folded implacably. “Do you or do you not have a safe word?”
She wanted to look away. “Yes, I do, Sir.”
“Do you remember what it is?”
“Parsley, Sir.”
“And do you or do you not have a way to request a pause if you can’t deal with something?”
With a bravery that she wasn’t feeling, she continued to meet his gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
“A good sub communicates with her Master.”
That wasn’t what he was to her. He’d been clear about that from the night they’d met. He was a temporary Dom. Nothing more. So why did she feel so terrible?
“Talking, expressing your feelings…that’s the only way for the relationship to develop trust. Otherwise you have something meaningless where you could get hurt. That’s not what I want for you. Is that what you want?”
“No, it’s not, Sir.”
“Your disrespect can’t go unnoted,” he observed. “Get on all fours and fuck yourself with the plug.”
Desperately, she searched his features. A pulse ticked in his temple, and his eyes held no mercy.
“Do it, girl.”
“Can we negotiate this?”
“Absolutely not. Safe word. Or if you want to stay and finish the scene, fuck your ass.”
The world shifted beneath her. This might be his most dreadful request yet.
“Talk to me, girl.” His use of the word was obviously intentional to reinforce their roles.
“I will do what you said, but I’m embarrassed as hell. I don’t want to do it. I’d rather you did it or spank me.”
“That’s why I’ve chosen this. I’ve learned a thing or two about you. I like flogging and belting you, but you get off on it. Keeping physical chastisement in the erotic realm is what works best with you.”
She’d never felt so exposed. He didn’t just see her physically—he understood her deepest emotions.
“But when you’re a brat, the most effective thing is something you hate. It’s the only way to reinforce a lesson. Is that clear?”
Closing her eyes, she admitted the truth. “Yes.”
“Then pull the plug out and reinsert it twenty times. If it needs more lube at any point, just let me know.”
He continued to stand over her as she clambered into position. Keeping her gaze down so she didn’t have to see him, she reached back and grasped the slippery glass hilt. In order to extract it, she had to curl her entire hand around the base and bear down.
As she repeatedly inserted the thing, she silently counted, wishing she were anyplace but here.
“Faster,” he instructed.
It took all her willpower not to fire back, to say something else that would get her in trouble. She’d thought she was becoming a better sub. This showed her how much further she had to go.
When she was about a dozen strokes in, he said, “Stop and give me the plug.”
Once she had, he squirted more of the thick lubricant onto the glass before returning it to her.
“Continue.”
Each stroke became easier, but it was every bit as uncomfortable. When she finished, she forced out a relieved breath and looked up at him.
“Another five,” he said.
“Another—” She clamped her mouth shut.
He raised his eyebrows and silently regarded her.
“Yes, Sir.” Curse you. He absolutely understood how to reinforce a message.
Vowing to finish as quickly as possible, she repeated her motions, although a little slower. Her body was becoming fatigued from the awkward position, and her rear burned.
“That will suffice,” he said.
His words were a balm to her soul. “Thank you, Sir.”
“The last five could have been avoided if you’d remembered your manners after the first twenty.”
Will I ever learn?
“We’ll leave the plug in for another few minutes.”
She could barely breathe with the way it filled her.
Master Alexander crossed to the bathroom, ran water, and was wiping his hands on a towel when he returned. Then he crouched in front of her. “Always make the choice to make things easy on yourself.”
More than anything he’d ever said, those words sank in. “I… Yes. Thank you.” It wasn’t always about respect, then, but also about making decisions about what was best for her.
“It’s better when you’re being cherished rather than punished, I expect?”
“It is, Sir.” Lesson finally comprehended, now that it was too late.
“Undress me,” he said.
Moving with the plug in was difficult. Having his dick up there surely couldn’t be any worse than this.
After removing his shoes, socks, and belt, she lowered his zipper. His already-hardening cock protruded toward her.
She quickly removed his pants, then she awkwardly stood—trying not to shift the plug—to unbutton his shirt.
“Condom is on the nightstand.”
He could have easily reached it.
“Crawl,” he said.
Will this nightmare ever end?
Aware of the hilt of the plug sticking out, she did as he demanded, and once she’d fetched the packet, she offered it to him.
Shaking his head, he said, “Put it on me then lube my dick. I recommend using a generous amount. Then remove your plug and place it on the nightstand.”
Imagining she was on a beach in the Bahamas drinking rum, she did as he said. Pretending to be elsewhere was the only way to survive what was coming.
“Bend over the bed.”
Fear made it feel as if the room temperature dropped several degrees.
“Your ass is stretched so wide,” he said when she’d displayed herself, parting her butt cheeks without being told. “You look so fuckable, girl. I’m going to do you hard.”
His cockhead sought entrance, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever endured anything worse than this.
He took hold of her left shoulder, drove himself a little deeper, and slid his other arm beneath her midriff.
“Push out,” he told her.
Even though it hurt, she didn’t object. She wanted his flesh, rather than the cold and impersonal piece of molded glass. Suddenly she craved his possession. “Yes.”
He continued to ease in and pull back. Within seconds, she discovered that having him inside her wasn’t as bad as she imagined. It was different. A plug snuggled in, but a cock kept her spread.
“My sexy girl,” he murmured.
The sound of his pleasure made her heart skip. “More, Sir.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes. I want all of it, Sir.”
Holding her tighter, he jerked his hips, burying himself up to his balls in her ass.
She released her hands when his thrusting forced her deeper into the mattress. She sobbed, and the sound was muffled by the bedcovers.
“Chelsea?”
“Oh my God! This is so good.” Her reaction surprised her. She’d never been more complete. His rigidity in her most private part filled her, awed her. Sensually, she was drowning. “I want to come, Sir.”
“Do. Anytime. As many times as you want.”
He lifted her upper body slightly off the mattress. That changed his angle slightly, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. As if electricity singed her skin, she was aflame Chelsea lifted onto her toes and arched her back. “Sir!”
She trembled as an orgasm overtook her. “Zow. That was amazing, Sir,” she managed, her chest heaving.
“Damn, girl. That was so powerful I may never let you go.”
“Don’t.” Nothing but this moment existed for her.
He continued to fuck her hard, and a second orgasm teased her as he surged, his cock thickening in that way it did right before he ejaculated.
Obviously still considering her, he moved one hand to unerringly find her clit. He stroked and teased, tipping her over the edge one more time.
He collapsed on top of her. If this was what submission was about, she wanted more. This kind of union had not existed with anyone else.
She was barely aware of the world around her as he withdrew his spent cock and went into the bathroom. She somehow managed to crawl up onto the bed and turn onto her side.
Moments later he pressed something warm and damp against her rear.
“Shh,” he told her.
She didn’t protest as he cleaned her with a washcloth. The water soothed her burning skin. A few moments later, the bed sagged beneath his weight. He eased her against him and held her tight. She stiffened.
“I’m not open to negotiation, Chelsea. Freaking relax.”
He smoothed her hair as he tucked her under his chin. Despite the fact her overnight bag was still in her car, she’d refused to spend a night with him. That spoke to an intimacy she didn’t want with him. But now, here she was, in his house, his bed, his arms. And she wanted to stay. She gave herself permission to stay where she was for five minutes. That couldn’t hurt anything. Right?
When she woke, it was the middle of the night.
She started to get out of the bed only to have him pull her tight. She knew he wasn’t awake, so his grip was instinctive and domineering, but she didn’t want to struggle and risk a confrontation.
Before she’d sorted through all of her thoughts, his warmth and strength offered her peace, just enough to pretend, for a moment, that things were going to be okay.
Even though deep down, she knew her entire world was about to change.