Chapter 5

A knock on the door interrupts my afternoon reading. Putting my book down, I get up with a sigh. Looking through the peephole I can only see someone’s shoulder. It’s too soon for my room service, so I open the door slowly.



He is on me within a second, his lips crash to mine, swallowing my shocked gasp. The passion in his kiss sends a wave of heat straight to my core. I can feel him everywhere, his hands move fluidly from the sides of my face down to my neck. He pauses as he gives my throat a squeeze and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as I press into his grip. He tugs roughly on my already hard nipples, there is no hiding that I want him. While devouring my mouth he returns his grip to my neck and uses it to press me to the wall as he finds the waistband of my panties, slides his hand down, cupping my sex with his large hand while he gently strokes my throbbing clit with his thumb.



“You are soaking wet for me” he growls, as he runs a finger between my wet folds. I can’t help but chase his hand with my hips as he pulls away. “You are going to need to work hard for your orgasm. “ he whispers. I try to drop to my knees to give him what I think he wants but he stops me and points to the bed.



“Clothes off, now” he orders. There wasn’t much to remove, only my panties and an oversized t-shirt. I can feel his gaze slide over my skin, I cross my arms trying to hide some of my nakedness. “Arms down, you are never more beautiful or more powerful than when you are naked,” he says while removing his belt. In one swift movement, he secures both of my hands with his belt.  “It is only through your total submission to me that you will learn that. You may think you know what submission means because you saw it in a movie or read it in a book, I guarantee neither of those even scratch the surface of what true submission is. I own you, your body, your soul, your mind. All mine to use in anyway I need, or want. You are not completely without power however, you need to decide on a safe word. When said, everything stops, no matter what. There is no punishment for using your safe word, ever.”



Trying to loosen the belt on my wrists, I wiggle them back and forth. “Be still” he commands.



“Does that mean there are punishments for other things?” I timidly ask.



“Of course there are. Punishments help me mold you into exactly what I need, Daddy’s perfect little whore. Now, your safe word? Make sure it is something you will remember but not something you would likely say while naked.“



“Lavender,” I say, but it comes out as a whisper.



“Speak up when you answer me. And you will call me Sir or Daddy when you address me from now on, and I will call you baby, good girl, or my little whore.” he says with an authoritative tone that makes it clear that he means business.



“I don’t want to be called a whore. Why can’t you just use my name? “ I asked meekly.



“When you are here with me, as my submissive, you are an object, my property, a collection of holes that I use for my pleasure. You are not you, your personality, your thoughts or any issues or hang ups you may have. You are a blank slate, a beautiful lump of clay that I can mold into perfection. For the last time, safe word?” His tone all business as he runs his hands through his hair.



“Lavender, Daddy” I say while his gaze sends waves of heat through my body, no doubt making me even more wet.



“Good girl” he purrs as he slides his finger under my chin to raise it so I meet his eyes, I would swear his eyes are light brown, but when he looks at me like this, they seem to almost have an amber glow. My body thrums from feeling the heat and lust coming from him, and also the need … but not the usual need. More like the need to dominate, to own, to make me his.



He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chain. It’s a little unusual with a metal ring at each end. I notice as he plays with it, letting it slide smoothly from hand to hand. He steps towards me so close that I can feel the heat from his body, and from his breath. He takes the chain and runs it up my arm, then across my collar bone, snaking it around my neck. Shivers run up my spine as the cool smooth metal comes in contact with my skin. He continues his torturous journey slowly letting the metal graze my rock hard nipples. I try to stifle a moan, but it comes out anyway. My cheeks flush with embarrassment.  The second he hears it, he freezes.



“You are here for my pleasure. If my pleasure and your pleasure are derived from the same act, it is a coincidence. I will tell you when you are allowed to enjoy the sensations you are feeling. Doing so without permission will result in punishment.”



“What? That’s insane! I can’t control what my body reacts to. The next thing you are going to tell me is that I’m forbidden to orgasm! And whatever happened to my room service order.” I blurt.



“I canceled it. It’s amazing what you can get done by slipping someone $50. I didn’t want to risk any interruptions. Get up, right now,” he said smugly.



I awkwardly get up off of the bed, struggling with my restraints. He stands in front of me silently, I crane my neck to meet his gaze, as he towers over me.  The serious look on his face has made me so nervous that I cannot stop my hands and legs from shaking. He sits down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his chin as if he is deep in thought. “Come to me, now.” He says abruptly, “lie across my lap, you will be punished for your smart mouth, you do not question me, you comply.”



I stand there dumbfounded. Yes, I long to be dominated, but I figured that involved being tied up and maybe things a little rough. But punishment? And I am not supposed to enjoy it? I happen to get very turned on by being spanked. How do I hide that? I am not opposed to being submissive, I actually long for it, but I was not expecting punishments to start before all of the rules are clear.



I have always known that this side of him existed,

our conversations have always been very candid and open with each other about our wants, needs and curiosities.  I have always wanted to be taken, to be submissive to my partner and used solely for pleasure. The idea of a hand on my throat or a good hard spanking makes me instantly wet. We never feared any judgement most likely because we were both sharing things we’ve never told anyone else, and never thought it would be anything more than conversation. It’s only recently that the changes in our situations had created an opportunity to make some of these desires a reality.



The burning I see in his eyes is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, let alone anything I’ve ever had directed at me. I have never felt anything like the raw need that is radiating off of him, the heat, almost like his entire body is on fire, and every cell in my body responding in kind. How is this possible? Have we both been denying this connection all along? My mind is racing and full of questions.



I’m shaken out of my thoughts by a loud, “NOW!” I had never heard him speak so forcefully.



I scurry right to him and lay myself across his muscular legs. Just being this close to him and feeling how hard he is underneath me gets my juices flowing. How will I endure any kind of spanking without showing my enjoyment?



“Open your legs” he commands.



I comply immediately so as not to incur more punishment. He runs his fingers along my quivering folds, gently finding my wet, hot opening. “It would seem that your body is betraying you. You are clearly enjoying the attention you are receiving yet you do not have my permission, what shall I do about that?”



He removes his hand from between my thighs quickly, and I can’t help but whimper at the loss of his touch. Before I have a moment to grieve the loss, his hand comes down on my left ass cheek with a stinging slap. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Again, another stinging slap. The sound seems to echo in my ears and I feel it everywhere. The heat building between my thighs with every spank. I bite harder on my bottom lip now, my mouth filling with the familiar coppery taste of my own blood. Slap! And another after that. My ass cheek is burning, I am sure I will have a bruise tomorrow. I try to think of anything I can to keep my mind off what is happening. I am on the edge of orgasming from being spanked! I don’t know how many more he plans to give me or how many more I can take. My whole body is shaking, I am so close to coming apart, I can’t even think straight, then I hear it. Did that moan just come from me? Slap! Oh god yesssssssss. The wave of my orgasm crashes over me, and I feel my juices squirt and run down my legs. It takes a few seconds for me to realize that he is gently stroking my hair and down my back.



“You are so beautiful when you come apart for me. I want to punish you because I definitely didn’t tell you that you could, but I’ve never had someone orgasm just from spanking, let alone squirt. You are very special” his voice is smooth and low and sends ripples of need through me. “That’s my good girl” he says as he gently pulls me into his arms, gets up and lays me on the bed. It’s at that moment I take in the shear size of him, he is easily 6’2” or 6’3”, with broad powerful shoulders, thick muscled arms covered in tattoos, and judging by the fit of jeans he has never skipped leg day. I’ve always admired his physique, but never thought about how it would look or feel in such close proximity to me.



“Now, where were we?” He asks as he traces the edges of my nipples with his fingers. He gently and painfully slowly drags the smooth metal chain down my body, between my breasts, letting it pool slightly in my belly button. I struggle to control my breathing, and it takes every ounce of strength to stay still. The metal is so smooth is almost feels like liquid as he works his way down to my smooth mound.



“Look at how beautiful you are, naked and completely smooth for me.  How this chain gleams with your juices on it, I bought this especially for you” with that he holds it up and pulls the chain through one of the loops and slides it over my head. “Sit up, let me see how it fits” As I sit up, he quickly slips his finger through the bottom loop, and yanks the chain tight around my throat, causing a little yelp to escape.



“You will wear this chain all the time, unless you are specifically instructed to remove it. If I see you without it on you will be punished. Consider this your training collar, it will allow me to grab and control you, to correct any negative behaviors and to guide you through some of your training.” With that he stands over me, his finger still through the loop of my collar. He pulls me forward till I am sitting up on my feet with my hands on my knees.



“Perfect, just perfect. The position you are in now is the position I expect you to be in when you are awaiting my arrival, except you will be on the floor, not the bed. Much like most things in your training, you will need to earn being on the bed”



What the hell did I get myself into? I knew I wanted to explore some new things, but this seems more like slavery or degradation. He did warn me to not expect it to be like the movies. My mind may be questioning my decisions, but my body is totally onboard. As I sit here on my heels, hands on my thighs, downcast eyes waiting for his next order, my clit is throbbing and my pussy is soaking wet.



“Come to me” his voice piercing the daydream filling my head, “here” he points to the floor in front of him, “on your knees.”



Without a thought I am off of the bed and on my knees in front of him. Looking up, I can’t help but admire him. Sandy brown hair, piercing eyes, the flecks of silver in his goatee. I can’t help but picture  what he looks like when he smiles or laughs or wonder… oh god, what he looks like when he cums. His t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and muscled arms distract me and when I finally meet his gaze after drinking him in, I see anger in his eyes. “Like what you see?” He says looping a finger through my collar and sinching it tight. “I believe I told you to get on your knees in front of me, I do not recall asking you to study me. Do you find me interesting to look at?”



I don’t know what to say. So I remain quiet.



“I have asked you a question, you really shouldn’t make me ask you twice. Do you like what you see?” He asked with a slightly annoyed yet amused tone to his voice.



“Yes” I blurt. And before I can correct myself, he roughly jerks the end of my chain. “Yes, what?!” He demands.



“Yes, Daddy. I think you are beautiful.” Did I really just say that? Well objectively he is quite beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to truly look at him like that. His strong jaw, radiant eyes, full lips, are mesmerizing. He is classically handsome.



He can’t help but smile, and what a beautiful sight his smile is. As if I wasn’t already soaking wet, my god he has every cell in my body at attention. He drops the end of my chain and takes a half step back, as he unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them and his boxer briefs down just far enough to free his gorgeous cock. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. I can’t wait to taste him, to feel the weight of him on my tongue.



“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” he says while holding his rock hard erection. I immediately comply. I kneel there eagerly awaiting him. It feels like forever as I find myself quivering at the thought of him sliding deep into my throat. How it will feel with my lips wrapped around it, I just want to reach out and pull him to me. The glistening pearl of precum on his tip has my mouth watering. “Do you see how hard you make me? What are you going to do to ease my need?” he asks.



Is this a trick question? To answer, I would have to pull my tongue in and close my mouth. Will I be punished if I do that? Will the punishment make me cum again? Do I just take him in my mouth?



“I definitely do not like to ask questions twice. Is my good little whore going to answer me, or do I need to use the belt on your ass this time?”



Without even thinking, I lunge forward and take him in my mouth. Oh my god he is so perfect, so smooth and thick. I take him in most of the way and run my tongue up and down along the bottom of his shaft, he makes the best gasping sound as if he’s never felt that sensation before. I can tell he is enjoying this as his cock bobs in my mouth. I continue to lick and suck and work him deeper and deeper. I’ve never had much of a gag reflex, so I’m able to take him pretty far in. As I get him as deep as I can, I swallow so he can feel the muscles contract around him. I find myself getting more and more aroused, I press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure I’m feeling, but that only makes it worse. I moan around him as he throbs in my mouth and that elicits a delicious groan from him. Without warning, he pulls his cock out of my mouth with a pop. My mouth falls open further in shock. He quickly squats down and cups my pussy finding it incredibly soaked. I can’t help but try to grind into his hand. He pulls his hand back and gives me a quick hard slap right on my throbbing clit. I choke back my shocked cry.



“It would seem that you were getting too much pleasure from blowing me. You really are a needy little whore, aren’t you?” His words seem to go directly to my deprived pussy making me drip onto the floor. “Since you seem to love sucking my cock, and you need to learn to give without enjoyment for yourself, I am taking over. This is not going to be gentle, this is not for your enjoyment, this is about me taking exactly what I want and need. Since your safe word will be of no use with your mouth filled, two taps on my leg will be my signal to stop. Understood?”



“Yes, Daddy” I respond, staring up at his hungry eyes. I desperately try to hide my excitement. The thought of being taken and used for someone else’s pleasure has always turned me on, but I’ve never had anyone actually do it.



“Open your mouth.” I immediately comply, almost hypnotized by the rhythm of his hand stroking his beautiful erection. In an instant he buries his cock all the way to the back of my throat. The sudden intrusion forces a cough out of me as I struggle for air. He rips the hair-tie out of my hair, making it tumble down my shoulders. Grabbing a section of hair on each side of my head then winding it  around each hand for a tight grip.  His pace starts slow with deep punishing strokes that end with him holding my head still while he tries to push in even further, I can’t help but gag and convulse.



“Yessssss” he hisses, “that’s it, take it all. I want to hear you gag and choke.” I can feel him pulse in my mouth with every word.



He continues to slam into my mouth, his pace picks up but his strokes stay just as deep. There is an incredible hitch in his breath every time he hits the back of my throat, I try to time it with a swallow to give him some extra sensation. He pauses, pulls out of my mouth once again, and slides his hand between my thighs. “Hmmm, is my little whore still enjoying herself? Well I guess I need to really step it up and make sure I am the only one getting pleasure.”



In one smooth movement he tightens his handfuls of my hair on each side of my head and buries himself in my mouth all the way to the hilt. He bottoms out so hard that I feel my teeth cut into my lips, my coppery blood mixing with his salty sweet taste is intoxicating. He continues to mercilessly pound my mouth, grunting and cursing under his breath. I look up at him and am mesmerized, his corded muscles in his arms making his tattoos ripple and dance, the veins pulsing in his neck, the look of concentration and complete control on his face.



I have to close my eyes to break the spell. I don’t want to ruin this or disappointment him by enjoying it. But how can I not enjoy this? I have an incredibly hot man taking control of me and making me give him what he wants. What he needs. Without making him think or worry about my pleasure or my comfort. It’s also so freeing to not have to try to please him. He is using my body to pleasure himself. As he continues face fucking me I start to feel the familiar heat building in my core. 



The sheen of sweat on his arms and chest is making his t-shirt stick to his chiseled torso. I can feel the wave of my orgasm start to build. How is that possible? I have to control this. His pace becomes a bit erratic, I know he is going to cum soon. I feel his legs start to shake beneath my hands as I squeeze his thighs to steady myself. I gag and choke as he presses my face into his groin area and holds me there, sliding one of his hands to the back of my neck to better feel the convulsing of my throat muscles. That must push him to the edge, he resumes his punishing pace and depth.



“Fuck yesss” he growls, and without warning my orgasm crashes over me. My muscles tighten as do my lips around his cock, literally sucking his cum out of him. He stays in my mouth gently moving in and out. When he is about to pull out completely, I suck a little harder to get every drop of his cum off of him. “Hmmmmm, that’s my good little girl, make sure we don’t waste a drop” he almost whispers, like he is trying to catch his breath and regain control of himself. I can’t help but revel in the thought that I did that to him.



I sit on my heels before him, hands on my knees and eyes downcast as the thought hits me that I just had a really intense orgasm and squirted from being face fucked. I can’t hide the results puddled under me on the tile floor. I use the back of my hand to wipe the tears that have escaped and are steaming down my cheeks. “Are you ok, little one? I did not feel you tap for me to stop.” He puts his finger under my chin to raise my gaze to him, and an instant look of concern crosses his face. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asks softly wiping a tear from under my eye with his thumb.



“I think I’m in trouble, again. I am really trying to please you and only focus on you. I can’t seem to control the way my body reacts to you. I’m sorry.” The words flying out of me in a pitiful tone. Instead of explaining, I move back so he can see the puddle I have made on the floor. The tears streaming from my eyes run down my cheeks and land in my puddle.



“Did you have an orgasm, and squirt from being face fucked? That is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, you really are my perfect little whore. You have nothing to apologize for. There will not be have Zack do this by himself. I don’t know. Don’t think it taste very good. go get some water Bubba I just cleaned the bowl and refilled it so go set them in front of the water bowl so you’ll drink some. I think he might forgive you. I’m not hundred percent on that and don’t quote me because he and any punishment for that orgasm, but I will teach you how to control them. Right now I am learning what pushes you over the edge, so I know how to keep you on the edge.” His smile is so wide as he says this, it makes his eyes sparkle. “Stand up” he says, his tone noticeably firmer.



I stand up quickly, trying to hide the wetness dripping down my thighs. He pushes my hands away and tips my chin up. “You are not allowed to hide anything from me, not pleasure, pain, limits, feelings, anything….. I need to have all of the information all of the time, so I know you are safe and able to handle what I need.” He stares into my eyes to ensure that I know he means it.



“Yes Daddy, I understand. I will not hide anything from you.” I said trying to ironically hide the quiver in my voice.



“That’s my good girl” he says and motions for me to come closer to him. I am standing so close to him that I can see his neck vein pulsing. He stands completely still, staring at my lips, then right into my eyes. I feel like he is about to kiss me, my insides are vibrating, the heat between my thighs is growing. It is torture having to stand this close to him and not touch him. I cave and reach out to feel him, but he grabs my wrist and lowers my hand back to my side. “Remember sweet girl, my permission is needed for any move you make, anything you do, any pleasure you receive.” The idea of having all decisions removed from my hands is thrilling and scary, so freeing. How many of us actually have an opportunity to experience this kind of freedom?



He prowls around me like a hungry predator sizing up his prey.  I can feel his eyes on my skin, his breath on my neck. My need growing with every minute. Standing behind me he puts his right hand on my waist, slowly moving it to my stomach, gently trailing his fingers up between my breasts and takes a firm grip on my neck. A moan escapes my lips and I press myself back against his chest and my ass against his crotch. His erection feels like an iron rod through his jeans. He lets out a growl as I press even harder against him. He snakes his other hand around and finds my throbbing clit, circling it gently in slow circles. I press into his touch trying to increase the pressure, and he stops. I can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. I still myself, trying to control my need, my breathing, my racing heart beat and relax back against him.



“Good girl” he whispers in my ear and starts gently circling my clit again. A hum of pleasure escapes my lips but I stay completely still. He slides a finger along my lips, tortuously slow, coaxing my need to grow. I put my hand over his to get him to increase the pressure and slide a finger or two inside of me. He instantly pulls his hand away, grabs my wrist and returns it to my side. “You will be still, move only with my permission, I will explore your body at my pace as I measure your reactions and learn your body. Move again and you will be punished,” he says.



Again, I try to calm myself and keep my hands at my sides. There is something almost electric about his touches, I feel them everywhere. Still behind me, he wraps both of his arms around me quickly, one hand going to my throat and the other hungrily to my pussy. I swallow a groan as his grip on my neck tightens and he slides a finger inside me, slowly pumping it in and out of my already soaking hole, he adds a finger and continues his pace. 



Determined to please him, I slow my breathing and relax my core muscles that are screaming to tighten and help bring on my release. I focus on his breathing while I lay my head back on his shoulder and let my lips lay against his neck. I can feel his pulse thrumming. Surprised when he doesn’t pull away from me, I breathe him in and he smells amazing. A mix of his soap, shampoo, and him. His skin, his sweat, he smells heavenly. I inhale deeply and it sends a jolt right to my core, pushing me closer to the edge. I let out a big sigh as a shiver runs through me.



He steps away from me, my body instantly mourning the loss of his touch. Coming around to face me he looks me up and down. With an evil grin he says, “that was very good, I thoroughly expected you to come apart when I slid my fingers inside of you. Feeling your body against mine, and knowing how close you are to orgasming is torture for me, as much as it is for you. To me, the most exciting part of any sexual encounter is watching the pleasure I give to my partner.”



“Then why not let me cum, why make me wait and withhold your touch?” The words spill out of me before I can stop them.



“Oh my needy little brat, were you told you could question me? I think not. It looks like I will be taking a firmer hand with your training.” He says with a crooked smile across his sexy lips and a glimmer in his eyes.