Chapter One
You know, life seems a lot less complicated when you’re naked on the floor and your hands are tied behind your back. I mean, it’s hard to worry about bills, project reports or that annoying pain-in-the-ass-bitch-faced coworker when you are getting flogged and there isn’t anything you can do about it.
Not that I’d want to.
Fuck that.
Master Gareth is somewhere behind me being extremely quiet. I’m always amazed at how he’s able to do that—be still and calm. I have so much energy inside me, it’s doing it’s damndest to explode from every cell in my body at once. I’ve tried a few times to mimic what he does and says in my day-to-day life, in the hope that some of his stillness would rub off on me. So far, no luck.
“Liz, I can hear you thinking from here.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice. It’s an automatic response after the four months we’ve been seeing each other. Master Gareth speaks, my pussy gets damp and I have to fight the impulse to drop to my knees.
Oh yeah, I figured out the whole submissive thing. I think I’m pretty much a poster child.
The flogger makes a soft hiss as it cuts through the air before hitting my naked back. Shit, that didn’t even hurt. Nothing more than a love tap to get my attention. Okay, okay, I’m focusing.
I could turn my head and catch a peek of him, but that would be going against tonight’s rules. I’m not supposed to look his way until I’ve earned the right. How I do that tends to change from session to session, and no, the bastard never tells me what it is until halfway through. He’s such a tease.
It’s one of the things that I’ve grown to love about him.
Not that I’d tell him that. Holy shit, no way.
My lips have grown dry and I want nothing more than to wet them with my tongue. I won’t though. Not yet. Right now the only thing I need to worry about is concentrating on him.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“What are you thinking about?”
Christ, of course we’re going to have to play the honesty game tonight. “I was wondering how you can always be so still and quiet when I’m ready to run a marathon.”
His chuckle does things to my body that shouldn’t be possible without physical contact. I’m pretty certain I could come simply by listening to him speak. Maybe I could convince him to read one of those erotic books Connie always has. Oh yeah, I would totally be able to sell tickets for that shit.
Actually, no, no tickets. I’ve also come to the conclusion that I’m a wee bit jealous when it comes to Gareth. I was never good at sharing my toys.
“Liz.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped I’d be able to resist the temptation to look. “I was also wondering if you’d read to me one night.” No, sexy books wouldn’t work. That would be crossing some weird sort of line he’d established for us. We do scenes, have coffee and occasionally go to movies. But we’re not dating . Not really. “Maybe one of the novels you’re teaching your class. I could read to you too. Maybe I could be your naughty student who didn’t do her homework and needs to be punished.”
The light scratch of his nails down my back dragged a surprised gasp from me. Normally I’m ticklish as hell, but when Master Gareth does that to me, laughing is the last thing I want to do.
What I really want is for him to fuck me.
Not that he’s agreed to do that. Yet.
“I’m going to spank your ass now.”
He knows that’s my favorite thing for him to do. I’ve learned that I’m not quite a pain slut, but I do enjoy the burn that comes with a solid slap to the ass. A nice leather belt gets me fired up to the point where I could come with the slightest of touches to my clit. Though, I prefer his hand over anything else. There’s nothing better than knowing the sharp bite of pain also makes his hand sting from the contact. That it heats his skin as much as it does mine.
That maybe, just maybe someday it will drive him mad enough to want to
You know, life seems a lot less complicated when you’re naked on the floor and your hands are tied behind your back. I mean, it’s hard to worry about bills, project reports or that annoying pain-in-the-ass-bitch-faced coworker when you are getting flogged and there isn’t anything you can do about it.
Not that I’d want to.
Fuck that.
Master Gareth is somewhere behind me being extremely quiet. I’m always amazed at how he’s able to do that—be still and calm. I have so much energy inside me, it’s doing it’s damndest to explode from every cell in my body at once. I’ve tried a few times to mimic what he does and says in my day-to-day life, in the hope that some of his stillness would rub off on me. So far, no luck.
“Liz, I can hear you thinking from here.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice. It’s an automatic response after the four months we’ve been seeing each other. Master Gareth speaks, my pussy gets damp and I have to fight the impulse to drop to my knees.
Oh yeah, I figured out the whole submissive thing. I think I’m pretty much a poster child.
The flogger makes a soft hiss as it cuts through the air before hitting my naked back. Shit, that didn’t even hurt. Nothing more than a love tap to get my attention. Okay, okay, I’m focusing.
I could turn my head and catch a peek of him, but that would be going against tonight’s rules. I’m not supposed to look his way until I’ve earned the right. How I do that tends to change from session to session, and no, the bastard never tells me what it is until halfway through. He’s such a tease.
It’s one of the things that I’ve grown to love about him.
Not that I’d tell him that. Holy shit, no way.
My lips have grown dry and I want nothing more than to wet them with my tongue. I won’t though. Not yet. Right now the only thing I need to worry about is concentrating on him.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“What are you thinking about?”
Christ, of course we’re going to have to play the honesty game tonight. “I was wondering how you can always be so still and quiet when I’m ready to run a marathon.”
His chuckle does things to my body that shouldn’t be possible without physical contact. I’m pretty certain I could come simply by listening to him speak. Maybe I could convince him to read one of those erotic books Connie always has. Oh yeah, I would totally be able to sell tickets for that shit.
Actually, no, no tickets. I’ve also come to the conclusion that I’m a wee bit jealous when it comes to Gareth. I was never good at sharing my toys.
“Liz.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped I’d be able to resist the temptation to look. “I was also wondering if you’d read to me one night.” No, sexy books wouldn’t work. That would be crossing some weird sort of line he’d established for us. We do scenes, have coffee and occasionally go to movies. But we’re not dating . Not really. “Maybe one of the novels you’re teaching your class. I could read to you too. Maybe I could be your naughty student who didn’t do her homework and needs to be punished.”
The light scratch of his nails down my back dragged a surprised gasp from me. Normally I’m ticklish as hell, but when Master Gareth does that to me, laughing is the last thing I want to do.
What I really want is for him to fuck me.
Not that he’s agreed to do that. Yet.
“I’m going to spank your ass now.”
He knows that’s my favorite thing for him to do. I’ve learned that I’m not quite a pain slut, but I do enjoy the burn that comes with a solid slap to the ass. A nice leather belt gets me fired up to the point where I could come with the slightest of touches to my clit. Though, I prefer his hand over anything else. There’s nothing better than knowing the sharp bite of pain also makes his hand sting from the contact. That it heats his skin as much as it does mine.
That maybe, just maybe someday it will drive him mad enough to want to
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