My Possessive Dom

Chapter 13

"So Davis, ready to get this party started?" An obnoxiously sure of himself voice rings out behind me.

I turn around and see Jake, the biggest smile plastered across his face.

In contrast to his comment, he looks genuine and kind. I ignore this and roll my eyes and cross my arms. I figure putting up a cold defense will help keep him from getting any ideas about what we are.

"Would Caleb let you roll your pretty little eyes at him? Cause in our room I can have you over my knee in a second."

His demeanor changes and his eyes remind me of Caleb's on the second day when he made me beg for him to punish me more.

"Lets just go," I say and push past him, walking up the main stairs to our room number. I go to the door and turn the handle and push but it doesn't open. Jake comes up behind me and dangles a key in front of my face. I let out a huff of embarrassment and move over so he can unlock it. He pushes it open, gesturing for me to walk in first.

It's dimly lit and a little smaller than my bedroom at Caleb's. He's always lingering in my mind. It has a similar setup as the room where he punishes me, with things hung up on the walls. There's a bed with tall posts and soft sheets. I realize I'm just standing in the middle of the room and turn around to look for Jake and I'm met by his chest. I look up and his face is inches from mine, his eyes looking down at me intensely and I can't look away. He brings his hand up and gently holds my head as he brings his mouth to my ear.

"Strip," he gently whispers.

I think the lighting and gentleness of him makes me feel more comfortable than usual so I turn around, barely inches from his body, and lift my shirt over my head, fold it and set it on the end of the bed. I slide my jeans off my legs and bend over as I pull each leg out. I fold my jeans and put them on top of my shirt. I reach around to unhook my bra and I feel a hand lay on mine, bringing them down. Guess I don't have to take everything off. I feel more relaxed because Jake's seen me like this before.

"Gather what we'll need," he says.

I look around the room and spot the spreader bar immediately hung on the wall. I grab it and present it to Jake, proud I found it quickly.

"Good," He says and grins at me, and I have to suppress grinning back. "Now what else do we need?"

"A brush," I say back, turning around to look for it.

I look along the walls and don't find it. I walk up to a dresser and open the top drawer, standing on my tippy toes to look in. I see what I'm sure do not go in any part of my body that I want anything in and I quickly close the drawer and pull my hands away, feeling embarrassed. I look to Jake to see if he saw and see his eyes trained on me. He looks amused as he nudges his head to the side, towards a side desk by the bed with a single small drawer. I walk over to it and slide it open, finding the brush sitting alone, did he hide it? I pick it up and turn to present it to him. He takes it from my hands and sets both the bar and the bush on the bed. He brings me over to the bed and grabs the bar with one hand and with the other he trails his fingers down my back, over my butt, and down my legs, just like Caleb. Why is Caleb always my first thought? He latches them around each leg and tells me to try to push my feet together and then apart, which I can't do. Did he want me to know what the instrument was or did he want to see me struggle? With my legs spread apart he gently pushes my back to lay me over the bed. My stomach touches the soft sheets and I put my hands above my head.

"First day, how about ten?" I hear from behind me as he starts to rub my ass.

"Sure," I say, expecting more but still nervous. I feel a smack on my right cheek and I gasp from the suddenness. "One," I say.

"No, that doesn't count."

"Then what was it for?"

"First of all little girl, you need to cool it with your attitude and secondly I am sure Caleb doesn't let you get away with saying 'sure'. So, as I said before, I think 10 is a good number."

"Yes, sir," I say, annoyed with him.

"Good girl, but I prefer 'master'. So one more time from the top. I think 10 is a good number," he says as he leans over me, probably to soak in my response.

"Yes, master," I say. I feel a deep frustration and anger inside of me.

"Now you can count. Maybe ask for more after each, I think I'd like that."

He's so full of himself. He wasn't this way yesterday when it was just us. He brings the brush down in the same spot as the first.

"One. thank you master, may I have another?"

He brings it down again but on the other cheek this time and I have to bring my hands to my mouth, it feels comforting to have something to occupy my mind, even if biting my knuckles is a little bit dramatic.

"Two. Thank you master, may I have another?"

I wait for the hit but it doesn't come. I open my eyes and realize I've been biting down hard on my knuckles in anticipation.

"Olivia," Jake says behind me. "This isn't a punishment. Relax and let yourself enjoy this."

I swallow hard and realize that if I did relax and let myself enjoy this, then I would, and that scares me.

"Here," he says, and takes my hands and positions them so they're fully stretched out in front of me, so I can't do any more harm to my knuckles I'm assuming.

"No more counting. Like I said, relax and let yourself feel it."

"Okay," I say, a lump forming in my throat and my body burning.

He goes back to where he was and rubs the brush in circles on my ass. The back of the brush is cool until he brings it down. The hit isn't as hard as the first one but leaves a sting. He lets it sink in before he brings it down again. I struggle to keep my arms out in front on me and to keep control of my breathing. After a couple more hits I hear myself moan and immediately regret it. I can't let Jake know I've been enjoying this, I can't let myself know that. After the last hit there's a gentle sting across my ass and a heat deep in my stomach that I'm willing myself to ignore.

"How did that feel?" He asks as he picks me up off the bed to look at him.

"I don't, I don't," I say as I look behind him to my clothes.

"Olivia," he sighs, "you're going to have to be honest with me or its going to be a hard two months."

"I don't know. I'm confused," I say, looking in his eyes.

It's true. I don't know why I'm feeling the things I feel and more so why Jake is making me feel those things. I open my mouth to try to explain that first part but the bell rings and I sigh, knowing I'm free. I look back at my clothes and up at Jake, who moves out of the way so I can grab my things. I get ready and walk out the door, feeling his gaze burning into me.