girl?”
“I… Thank you, Sir…so much.”
“Come here.”
He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her. He held her close between his knees.
“Are your legs still sore?”
“No, Sir. Not very much.”
“You have a beautiful body. And it pleased me very much, the way you gave yourself to me today. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I—I think so. Yes, Sir.”
“I like for you to be completely open to me. Mine to take. I don’t want you thinking about your own pleasure except as it pleases me. I like you to serve me in that way.”
She sniffled and turned her head to rest it against his chest. “That’s what I want. I just want to serve you.”
“That’s what makes you happy, yes? Making me happy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And that’s why I don’t want you touching yourself when I’m not around. Have you been keeping your hands to yourself?”
“Mmm…so far I’ve managed it.”
He laughed at that, pulled her closer so they were skin to flushed skin.
“Try to be perfect for me. Yes, Prosper? Obey my rules. Or I’ll punish you.”
She shivered a little.
“What is it?”
“Will you…will you only punish me when I’ve broken a rule?”
Damn if she didn’t sound disappointed. He turned her face up to his.
“Do you want to be punished at other times? Have I got a little masochist on my hands?”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. And it doesn’t matter anyway…does it?”
Jackson thought a long moment. It didn’t matter, since he was the one in charge, but his curiosity was piqued.
“I reward for good behavior, just as I punish for bad. Tell me what you want, girl. If you’re honest and truthful, you might get it.”
He turned her and laid her back on the bed, then leaned over her. He looked into her eyes. He could see the internal struggle there. Embarrassment, excitement. Shyness and desire. He thought for a moment of the irony of training assertiveness into a submissive. But he was a great believer in the “campsite rule,” leaving your subs in better condition than they were when you arrived. Talk, Prosper. Ask for what you want.
“I…I…”
“Louder.”
Her eyes darted past his shoulder, and she took a deep breath. “I had this…thing I was thinking about—”
“Look at me. Look in my eyes and talk. Do it right, or you won’t get what you want.”
A ferocious flush spread across her cheeks all the way to her ears. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I know it is, but tell me anyway. Just pull yourself together. Look at me and talk.”
“Okay. I had a fantasy of you,” she began in a stronger voice.
Good.
“It was before, before I knew you were…”
“A pervert?”
She giggled. “A dominant. Before I knew that any of this was ever going to happen in real life. It was a fantasy that you rolled your sleeves up and gave me this stern look and then pulled me over your lap.”
“And what did I do then?” he asked.
“That’s where the fantasy ended. I never let it get past that point.”
“Why not?”
“I was too embarrassed. You were my boss.”
“I’m still your boss, in every sense of the word.”
“I was afraid you’d look at me and know it. What I was thinking.”
He laughed. “Honestly, I had no idea.” She smiled back at him, her blush subsiding at last. “Prosper, I want you to tell me—if you had let your fantasy continue, what I would have done to you?”
She thought a moment.
“I think I wanted you to do whatever you wanted to do to me. And I didn’t know what that was, but whatever it was, I wanted to take it, for you.”
His gut clenched with desire. “Good answer.”
He stood without a word and started to dress. Pulled his pants over his thickening erection, pulled on his shirt, buttoned it up. Then he fixed her with a look.
“Stand up. Put your panties on.” He threw them to her. She faced him, wringing her hands. He let her wait and worry over what was coming while he walked
“I… Thank you, Sir…so much.”
“Come here.”
He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her. He held her close between his knees.
“Are your legs still sore?”
“No, Sir. Not very much.”
“You have a beautiful body. And it pleased me very much, the way you gave yourself to me today. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I—I think so. Yes, Sir.”
“I like for you to be completely open to me. Mine to take. I don’t want you thinking about your own pleasure except as it pleases me. I like you to serve me in that way.”
She sniffled and turned her head to rest it against his chest. “That’s what I want. I just want to serve you.”
“That’s what makes you happy, yes? Making me happy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And that’s why I don’t want you touching yourself when I’m not around. Have you been keeping your hands to yourself?”
“Mmm…so far I’ve managed it.”
He laughed at that, pulled her closer so they were skin to flushed skin.
“Try to be perfect for me. Yes, Prosper? Obey my rules. Or I’ll punish you.”
She shivered a little.
“What is it?”
“Will you…will you only punish me when I’ve broken a rule?”
Damn if she didn’t sound disappointed. He turned her face up to his.
“Do you want to be punished at other times? Have I got a little masochist on my hands?”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. And it doesn’t matter anyway…does it?”
Jackson thought a long moment. It didn’t matter, since he was the one in charge, but his curiosity was piqued.
“I reward for good behavior, just as I punish for bad. Tell me what you want, girl. If you’re honest and truthful, you might get it.”
He turned her and laid her back on the bed, then leaned over her. He looked into her eyes. He could see the internal struggle there. Embarrassment, excitement. Shyness and desire. He thought for a moment of the irony of training assertiveness into a submissive. But he was a great believer in the “campsite rule,” leaving your subs in better condition than they were when you arrived. Talk, Prosper. Ask for what you want.
“I…I…”
“Louder.”
Her eyes darted past his shoulder, and she took a deep breath. “I had this…thing I was thinking about—”
“Look at me. Look in my eyes and talk. Do it right, or you won’t get what you want.”
A ferocious flush spread across her cheeks all the way to her ears. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I know it is, but tell me anyway. Just pull yourself together. Look at me and talk.”
“Okay. I had a fantasy of you,” she began in a stronger voice.
Good.
“It was before, before I knew you were…”
“A pervert?”
She giggled. “A dominant. Before I knew that any of this was ever going to happen in real life. It was a fantasy that you rolled your sleeves up and gave me this stern look and then pulled me over your lap.”
“And what did I do then?” he asked.
“That’s where the fantasy ended. I never let it get past that point.”
“Why not?”
“I was too embarrassed. You were my boss.”
“I’m still your boss, in every sense of the word.”
“I was afraid you’d look at me and know it. What I was thinking.”
He laughed. “Honestly, I had no idea.” She smiled back at him, her blush subsiding at last. “Prosper, I want you to tell me—if you had let your fantasy continue, what I would have done to you?”
She thought a moment.
“I think I wanted you to do whatever you wanted to do to me. And I didn’t know what that was, but whatever it was, I wanted to take it, for you.”
His gut clenched with desire. “Good answer.”
He stood without a word and started to dress. Pulled his pants over his thickening erection, pulled on his shirt, buttoned it up. Then he fixed her with a look.
“Stand up. Put your panties on.” He threw them to her. She faced him, wringing her hands. He let her wait and worry over what was coming while he walked
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