Regrets

6. Master

"Go lie on the bed," he told her. "On your back." He wanted to explore her body. It was his until she said stop, and he intended to do what he wanted with it. He watched her move to the bed and lie down. Her arms were at her sides, and her feet were together. She did not look comfortable or relaxed. He repositioned her limbs. He put her arms over her head, and set a pillow on top of her hands. "I'm going to move you to the position I want," he said. "You are not to move. If you move, you will be punished."

"Yes, Master," she replied.

He walked to the end of the bed and spread her ankles. He looked at her. She was stunning. There were curves and scars and stretch marks. Her body had character, and he liked that. She was in good physical shape. She looked exactly the way a forty-something woman should look. He ran his fingers down her torso, following one of the fine lines. As his finger passed by her center, she pulled her knee up suddenly. He suspected he had tickled her, and it was an involuntary response. But rules are rules. "Naughty girl," he said quietly.

"Oh fuck," she replied.

He put one hand under her back and the other under her ass and flipped her over like she was a rag doll. He was not a particularly strong man, but he found her easy enough to flip. He slapped her ass hard. Her flesh gave way under his hand and he watched the impact ripple away, like circles in a pond after tossing in a small stone. He spanked her again. Again. She said nothing. He spanked her several more times, then pulled her back onto her back.

"Have you been spanked before?" he asked.

"No, Master."

"And what did you think of that experience?"

"Um... I actually kind of liked it. No, that's not accurate. I really, really liked it. It hurt, but like sex hurts sometimes. Like when a man pinches your nipples. Like that. It hurts, but it also feels good. Have you ever had your nipples pinched, Master?"

"I have. I think I know what you mean. So I guess it wasn't much of a punishment then?"

"I suppose not, Master. I'm sorry."

He smiled. "Fuck, you are so adorable. Can I keep you? I don't think that one night will be enough."

"No, Master. I think you just get this one time."

He sighed. "Well that's a shame. But I understand. Now I'm going to place your hands and feet where they were before, and this time you need to stay still. If you don't, I'll have to tie them there."

"Oh. Um, that's maybe one of those hard limits. I've never been tied before, but I find that idea kind of scary. Maybe we shouldn't do that."

"As you wish, Pet. Now hold still, or we will have to find a punishment you don't enjoy so much."

"Yes, Master."

He repeated the same motion with his fingers down her torso. But more slowly this time. When he passed her center, he watched the muscle on her thigh twitch, but she did not move. He smiled and whispered, "Good girl." He leaned down and ran his tongue up her center. It was wet. Glistening in the faint light coming from the reading lamp in the corner. She made a soft "mmm" sound.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, Master. That felt very nice."

He used his fingers to spread her open, then ran his tongue up inside her.

"Oh, fuck," she said.

"You may not cum without permission. If you do, there will be severe consequences."

"Yes, Master. I understand."

He used both hands now. With one he held her open, and with the other he gently pushed her clit around in little circles. She writhed a little, but not enough to deserve punishment. "Keep still, Pet," he reminded her.

He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back.

"You need to watch me. I need you to stay present. Open your eyes and look at me."

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes met his. There was a connection. A bond. He felt it and he knew she felt it, too. "Cum for me now," he ordered, as his finger moved faster and more roughly over her clit. Her response was not immediate. He watched her eyes, and saw fear. But that transitioned to bliss as she reached her first orgasm.

He plunged his face between her legs and sucked at her clit, moving two fingers inside her to rub her G-spot. "Again," he shouted before the first orgasm had ended. She bucked against him, but he held her firmly to the bed as she came again. He slowed his actions as the orgasm passed, and then he stepped back from the bed. She followed him with her gaze.

He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. He used it to wipe his face and hands.

"Are you relaxed now?" he asked, coming back toward the bed.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"Good. Because we're only getting started."