Chapter Four

 

 

Gabby turned her car down Franklin Street, and her anxiety soared to an all-new level. She’d gotten dressed per instructions and rushed out the door. A glance at the dashboard clock said ten minutes until her deadline, and she still wondered what the hell she was doing. Every possible scenario she’d imagined led to nothing but more questions.

What would Thomas do to her if she went through with this?

Surely he would touch her, but how far did he intend to push her in one night? Her mind raced with myriad possibilities as fear gripped her so tight she found herself strangling the steering wheel.

Get a grip Gabby. This is what you’ve been waiting and wishing for, isn’t it? A gamut of emotions coursed through her; fear, excitement, arousal, curiosity, and…her arms trembled…more fear. A bark of nervous laughter pressed through her lips. Angel had assured her repeatedly that nothing bad would happen to her, and that Thomas could be trusted with her safety.

She’d learned that he held a considerable position in the community and commanded a generous amount of respect from the members of the club. Those assurances had been enough for her to get this far, but as she searched the numbers on every mailbox, she considered giving up and returning home.

No one would think less of her if she wasn’t the right type for Thomas’s unorthodox demands. Who could blame her for wanting to get to know a man before letting him dominate her? Yeah, too late for that Gabby. Whether you like it or not, he’s been dominating you since you first heard his voice. Gabby sighed.

She spied the number three hundred and ten on a black mailbox encased in brick and quickly turned to the right into the drive. A wrought iron gate stood open as if awaiting her arrival. She slowly drove beyond it and up the winding drive. The house loomed in front of her, large and old. If this was indeed Thomas’s house, he had very expensive taste. She’d guess the stately brick home was built in the late 1800s and had been restored sometime in the last decade.

The few gaslights that were lit out front did little other than cast shadows across the footpath that led to the front door. Compared to her modest uptown townhouse she was way out of her league. She parked her car close to the walkway and strained to see through the inky darkness. No other cars were in sight. She shook her head and banned the negativity from her mind. Just because she didn’t see any other vehicles didn’t mean they weren’t there. These houses typically had hidden garages around back.

Gabby took a deep breath and rested her forehead on the steering wheel for a minute, releasing the air one short puff at a time. If she didn’t calm down, she’d be shaking like a leaf by the time she got inside.

Get a grip, Gabby. You decided you’re going to do this so buck up already.

She stepped from the car and carefully balanced herself, wondering once again why she’d worn ridiculously high-heeled shoes. Because they’re pretty, that’s why. She walked to the front door and automatically reached for the doorbell. Lucky for her, she caught herself in mid-air seconds before she pressed it. He’d said to enter the residence unannounced and proceed instead of waiting for an invitation to come in. She struggled with her social conditioning as she complied with his directions. Nerves jumped in her belly at the thought of walking into the wrong house and finding herself in more trouble than she could handle.

She opened it noiselessly and peeked through a crack in the door, afraid someone would catch her. Just inside she spied a long narrow foyer leading to what she presumed would be the living area. Gabby crept through the door and quietly closed it behind her. She tiptoed toward the back of the house, trying not to click her heels on the hardwood floor.

The room opened up into an inviting space filled with comfortable furniture and a large screen television as the focal point. Where she’d expected expensive antique furniture, she found a comfortable space that looked lived in, especially the large overstuffed couch that dominated the center of the room.

Gabby glanced at her watch and realized she had about thirty seconds to get in place, or she’d be late. She hustled over to the coffee table, set her purse and keys down and stepped to the end of the couch as instructed. Her body curved around the large rolled end as she wiggled into place—head down, ass up. Nervous didn’t begin to describe how she felt. She took a deep breath and lifted her skirt on the exhale. Cold air swept across her naked bottom causing goose flesh to erupt across her skin. Gabby squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to be afraid. She’d followed his instructions to the letter despite the fact entering a strange home, where she now had her bare butt and pussy exposed to anyone who walked into the room, was by far the craziest thing she’d ever done. She prayed it would indeed be Thomas who found her.

Minutes ticked by. She squirmed and fidgeted against the sofa, beyond restless and antsy. If she had a lick of common sense, she’d leave. Go back to her own house, her safe life and reconsider why this had seemed like a good idea. She should have her head—

A large, warm hand caressed her right butt cheek, sending a hard shudder up her spine. Gabby sucked in her breath. Her adrenaline spiked. She bit at her lip and strained for some sign that it was indeed Thomas who stood behind her and not a complete stranger or even a crazed maniac.

“You have one of the most spankable asses I’ve ever seen, Gabrielle.” The dark, smooth timber of his voice poured over her like the finest scotch splashed into a glass, fluid and loose.

Her butt clenched.

“Relax sweetheart. You’re safe with me. You have my word on that.”

His hand continued to move across her flesh, warming her as she did the best she could, under the circumstances, to stand still. She had so many questions on the tip of her tongue and had almost blurted out some of them several times, before reminding herself that he’d warned her not to speak until given permission.

“I understand you’re nervous, Gabrielle, and I’m so proud of you. You took the chance I needed you to and for that I am grateful.”

She smiled at his words as warmth spread through her. His praise alone helped her relax. She eased the breath she’d held between her lips and sighed into the couch.

“But…”

Uh oh. She hated the sound of that one little word.

“We need to lay some ground rules for our time together. Are you listening?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, grateful he’d not chastised her for speaking out of turn.

“Good girl.” His hand swept down the back of her thighs to the crook of her knee, which tickled. When her leg jerked, he laughed softly behind her. “A soft spot I see.” He strummed his fingers a few times over the sensitive area before heading back toward her bottom. Thomas worked his strong fingers over her muscles better than any masseuse she’d ever been to, and she melted a little more into the cushions.

“Now, about the other night at the club…”

Gabby sucked in a breath.

“You were in sub space when I found you.”

Was he asking or telling? She didn’t know what to say.

“While it was pretty obvious, you still should have told me the truth when I asked. You were alone in the middle of a lifestyle demonstration, masturbating, without a Dom of your own in sight to look out for you.” His voice had changed from the soft rumble to a stern, forceful tone, and his hands were now still on her buttocks, reminding her of the calm before a storm.

“I…uh…um…”

His touch disappeared for a few seconds before a hard blow landed on her ass, sending pain and shock coursing through her. She’d considered he would spank her, in fact had been pretty sure about the likelihood of it, but owww.

Another smack landed on her backside stinging more than the last. Pain and heat suffused her, but it was the familiar tingle of arousal vibrating along her clit that surprised her. Gabby rolled onto the balls of her feet in an effort to show him she wanted more, but he didn’t respond.

“When I called your house and asked what you were doing, I had to coerce the truth from you. You will not do that again.”

Humiliation flooded her with heat almost as much as her burning bottom. “I was embarrassed and…and afraid.”

“That is my point, so listen well, little one. I guarantee if we proceed beyond tonight you will no doubt journey through myriad emotions, and I have to know that you’ll be honest with me—always.”

Two more quick, powerful swats sent more fire burning through her. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to focus on what Thomas had said and not the pain and pleasure brewing inside her. His expectation for her to tell him everything, whether she felt comfortable or not, seemed reasonable, albeit hard as hell to execute.

“Do you think you can do that? If not, then I’ll stop now and send you home. We’ll be friends.”

Oh God. Yes, stop. No, don’t. She couldn’t think straight with her ass on fire and tears dripping down her face. But she did know she didn’t want to leave.

“Yes.” It was all she could manage.

“Yes, what?” Clearly, he had no intention of making this easy.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be honest.”

His hands again caressed her sore cheeks, switching from one to the other, soothing her throbbing skin. The combination of the pain and desire mixed with the new pleasure of him kneading her muscles was a heady sensation. The hot, wet tears streaked down her face as something changed. Her earlier fear gave way to an unmatched arousal building inside her.

“Stop putting so much of your focus on your fear. Instead of thinking about all the different ways I could hurt you, think of the many things I can do to bring you more pleasure than you can bear.”

She squirmed against the couch, eager for Thomas’s touch as his fingers inched lower. Soon, he would discover this ordeal had her wet and ready despite whatever emotions unsettled her. Her guard faltered a fraction more as she opened to the idea that being here with him didn’t seem wrong at all no matter how crazy it sounded in her head. She wanted nothing more than to spread her legs wider and let Thomas have his way.

“Do you like being spanked, Gabrielle?”

“Yes, Sir.” How could she possibly deny it when her pussy ached with the need for him to touch her again? Right here, right now, she would give anything for this man to pleasure himself with her body. To fuck her.

“Does your ass hurt?” he asked softly, his voice so full of seduction she wanted to melt.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head violently into the pillow.

“I can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“No, Sir. Please don’t stop.” If he left her this close to the edge, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

His hand delivered another quick, sharp blow. This time she cried out as the flames erupted along her skin and traveled straight to her swollen bud.

“We haven’t even discussed a safe word for you yet, but I don’t intend to push you too far today. I’m just making sure I have your attention. But if you want me to stop you just say the word, and it’s done. Do you understand?”

“Yes…yes, Sir,” she answered; gasping for the breath she needed to ask for more instead.

“Have you ever stood for an inspection before, Gabrielle?”

Her mind reeled with his implication. She’d done enough reading on the subject to know what he was talking about but…

“No. I…uh…”

“You don’t have much real time experience at all do you?”

Gabby tried to concentrate on his questions, but it was hard with his hands still roaming her ass and the backs of her legs.

“No, I don’t.” She whispered the words, embarrassed to admit that at her age, she’d done very little to explore her submissiveness over the years.

“Why not? No, don’t answer that now. We’ll discuss it later. We’ll get to a full inspection in the near future, but for now, I’m going to take a quick look while you hold absolutely still without a word. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She held her breath waiting, imagining the any number of things could happen next. Thomas trailed his thick fingers between the cheeks of her ass before grasping them firmly and spreading her wide, exposing every inch of her intimate self to his perusal. Gabby’s stomach dropped, her cheeks flushed hot and, somehow, she swallowed the protest that automatically bubbled up. The moan, she couldn’t hold back.

“You’ll have to get used to this, sweetheart. I won’t allow you to hide anything from me—ever.” His thumb tapped at the tight entrance of her ass, sending shivers racing along her spine. “And with me, there isn’t any part of you that won’t get used.”

Gabby inhaled deeply, letting the air out nice and slow. She’d only been taken there once by a man, and that had not gone well. Fortunately, through experimentation with plugs and other toys, Gabby had discovered just how erogenous a zone that was for her. Now, with her ass heated from his hand and her brain fuzzed up, she throbbed more than ever between her thighs.

“It makes you wet to hear me talk about it.”

It wasn’t a question, so she remained silent, determined to follow his instructions. But his fingers were on the move again and so close to touching where she ached, Gabby wanted to scream. Instead, she sucked her lip between her teeth and bit down to keep quiet.

“Damn, woman. You are so wet.” He slid through her moisture, grazing against every sensitive nerve ending she possessed until her legs quaked with the effort of holding herself up. She wanted to die of embarrassment almost as much as she wanted to beg him to fuck her.

Almost.

Being this exposed, this open to a man like him, had more of an effect than she’d expected. Gabby couldn’t breathe. Thomas’ touch had broken through her reservations and gone straight to the needy woman inside. Her legs began to shake. Arousal flared so hot inside her she fought not to cry out. To beg for him to make her come.

“Do you want something?”

Oh God, now he taunted her with his questions. She heard it in his voice. He knew exactly the effect he was having. Thomas trailed his fingers down her right hip, teasing her with an all too light touch. More like torturing her.

“Touch me.”

A quiet chuckle blew a puff of warm air across the flesh of her buttocks as she realized his mouth hovered close to her skin. “You definitely don’t give the orders in this relationship, beautiful. I decide when and what to give you, and you happily take whatever that may be.” He pushed two fingers through her wet slit a moment before plunging inside her.

She moaned at the delicious friction he created against her sensitive tissues. Dear God, she was going to die. His movements stilled with his fingers still filling her. Gabby wiggled her bottom willing him to move.

“Remain still. You will not move until I say so. And don’t even think about coming without permission.”

She wanted to scream in frustration. “Yes, Sir.” Although how she’d control it she had no idea. Failure was imminent.

Thomas’ talented fingers pulled from her clasp and trailed her juices down the inside of her thighs. Gabby’s heartbeat raced along with her accelerated breathing. Every touch of flesh to flesh drove her closer to the edge until she’d become one giant ball of aching need. With his fingers once again probing at her entrance, she felt more of her control slipping away. The fact he eased inside her one inch at a time did nothing to stop the pressure building behind her clit.

The first thrust lured her so close to the danger zone, she whimpered. Gabby balled her hands into tight fists and pressed them against her mouth as a scream built inside her. Those wicked fingers of his pushed and pulled harder and faster as her release continued to rise no matter how hard she fought it. Moans and sobs alternated from her lips until she knew it was too late. No way could she stop the impending release.

“I know, Gabrielle. I can feel it. You need to come baby, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Then ask me for it. Convince me you need it.”

“Oh God. Please Sir. I can’t hold it back. Please let me come for you.”

His thumb pressed hard against her clit, and Gabby shot forward on the couch over the added sensation.

“Then come, sweetheart. Let me feel your release on my hand.”

With little encouragement Gabby cried out and came, her muscles clamping down on his fingers as her body shuddered around them. She begged him to not stop as she rode out waves of the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever experienced. Thomas had given her the permission she craved and taken her to new heights. He’d given her the first taste of what true sexual freedom meant to her. She was never going to be the same again.

Minutes later, she sank into the couch cushions, burying her face in the pillows. He remained behind her with his fingers still filling her. Now that her lust had been sated, Gabby’s embarrassment had returned, as well as the desperate desire to cover her exposed body parts. Her natural tendency to hide within herself warred with the woman he’d momentarily unleashed. The side of her that had been fighting for control for a very long time.

“Can you stand for me, Gabrielle?” His question came out a husky whisper that smoothed over her senses and reminded her that he’d not found the same release as her. He’d given her this gift first. Would he fuck her now? Fresh butterflies erupted in her stomach at the thought of him taking her like this, filling her from behind.

He wanted her to stand, though. Confused, she worked on focusing on his request. She nodded and pushed on her arms. They trembled underneath her weight, but she somehow managed to get herself to her feet. Her hips swayed to the side, and his free hand grabbed her arm, steadying her.

Only then did his fingers ease from her now aching pussy.

“Turn around, please.” She did as he asked while avoiding his eyes. Instead, she focused on a spot on his chest and waited for what came next. Would he ask her to leave? Did she not please him?

He swept his fingers across her cheek. “Can you get on your knees for me, sweetheart? Are you steady enough?”

She nodded and slid down, settling her knees into the soft plush carpet that cushioned her body. It was far easier than being on her feet at the moment. Automatically, she bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her back, just like she’d learned in her studies. This was considered a standard pose of respect and submission.

“Such a good little submissive you are.” He lowered his hand to her face—the hand he’d used to fuck her. His fingers still glistened with her juices. “Open your mouth and clean my fingers, please.”

Gabby did as he asked and opened wide, catching his gaze as she looked up at him. His intensity seared into her as she took his offering into her mouth. Tentatively, she lapped at his skin with her tongue, recognizing her own tart flavor as it exploded across her taste buds. Riding on the euphoria of her release, she didn’t bother to examine how she felt about this, but the pleasure that lit his eyes while she did as he asked was all the encouragement she needed. He seemed pleased.

“Damn. You are incredible like that. On your knees, cleaning me like a good little girl.” With a hiss, Thomas suddenly withdrew from her mouth and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to her feet. He unzipped his pants and shoved the material from his hips. His cock sprang free and Gabby’s eyes grew wide at the size and breadth of it. No wonder he was so coveted—as if his powerful presence wasn’t enough. Without thought, she grabbed him with both hands and stroked his thick length. When a slick bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, she slid her thumb across it with the intention of massaging his head. Thomas grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands free. He clamped them behind her back and held them secure with one hand.

“Did I tell you that you could do that? Did I give you permission to touch me?” he growled. When she didn’t answer, he continued, “Do not try to control your time with me. It will not work. If this training relationship is to continue then you must accept my direction. If you want something, then by God, you’d better learn to ask for it first.”

Before she could respond his mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. Lips and teeth moved together as his tongue plunged deep, seeking more heat and moisture as their tastes mingled. His was as dark and smooth as his voice and something she never wanted to end. Thomas’ free hand curled in her hair, holding her tight against him, eliciting a whimper from her.

Want and need suffused. Her heart sped up and her mind raced until her knees buckled, and Thomas had to tighten his arm around her waist to steady her. This was no ordinary kiss. He consumed her with a combination of hunger and passion. She moaned into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss.

Thomas pressed her hands into her back, moving her forward until the hard length of his erection nestled between her thighs. The thin fabric of her skirt did nothing to hide the heat coming from both of them. In fact, when the crown of his cock nudged at her clit, her need for him spiked. Gabby fought his hold, her only thought of getting her hands all over him. His tongue fucked into her mouth much like she imagined his dick sinking into her pussy. Those images certainly didn’t help. Helpless to stop him or urge him on, she whimpered once again. He shifted his stance, brushing his chest across her hard nipples. With the beat of arousal pounding through her blood, she thought of little else than getting him inside her.

Never in her life could she remember an edge like this, an arousal so tight she hovered on the line between pain and pleasure. He nudged her clit twice more, nearly sending her flying from the ledge again then eased his mouth from her. A soft cry of disapproval fell from her lips. He was going to torture her; she just knew it.

Their gazes connected—his dark with power that told her in no uncertain terms he was in charge, something not to be forgotten. Gabby tried to catch her breath and find a calm that evaded her. Not possible with this much need swirling inside. The only thing that made her feel marginally better was the harsh breathing she’d picked up from him. She was not the only one in the room affected.

The skin around his warm eyes crinkled when he smiled down at her. A smug smile if she’d ever seen one, but she had no smart retort when her body tingled from head to toe and her pulse beat steadily in her clit.

“How do you feel?” He spoke with concern, but the smile still played around the corners of his mouth. He was far too pleased with his effect on her.

“I’ll be fine, Sir.”

He released her hands and took a step back. Before she knew it, he had his pants refastened and his clothes rearranged as if nothing had happened—except for the thick ridge of his erection outlined in his pants. Seeing it almost made her giddy. Knowing that Thomas desired her meant more than she’d expected.

“Good. Then when you get home, I want you to think this through. What happened here tonight is minor compared to what you’ll have in store for you tomorrow night and the nights after.” He pulled her into his side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I’m not always an easy man, Gabrielle. You need to be sure.”

“But I—”

He placed two fingers across her lips. “Your need to argue is cute to a point. Go home. Take a warm bath. Get a good night’s sleep. You’ll need it. If you decide to continue, then I’ll expect you here tomorrow night at the same time.” He scooped up her belongings from the coffee table and handed them over.

Gabby stood there in a confused stupor. He wanted her to just go home? Now?

“Don’t look so surprised or disappointed. This isn’t any sort of punishment. You’ve been amazing tonight.” He pressed a soft kiss on her lips in front of the door. “If you have any questions I can help you with, I’m only a phone call away.”

Before she could utter another word, Thomas led her out the door and down to her car. He opened her door and ushered her in. Apparently satisfied she was all set, he backed away and waved goodbye before slipping back into his mysterious house.

She stared at the red brick façade with its neatly trimmed hedge.

What the fuck had just happened?