Ashley's Bend (17 page)

At exactly five forty five, there was a knock at the door. I was just putting the finishing touches on my attire and quickly fluffed out my hair. I had smoky rimmed eyes and blood red lips. My blonde hair was curled and left to fall loosely on my shoulders. The sequined top and black mini showed off every form fitting curve I had and I paired it off with a pair of red patent leather stilettos.

Walking into the living room, I saw Kelly talking to Drake. I guess Dominic did send a car for me. Kelly looked absolutely stunning in a strapless fire engine red sheath dress and gold strappy gladiator heels. Her auburn hair was piled on top of her head to expose the creamy skin of her neck. No doubt, she was after Knox. We were both two girls set out to get what we wanted.

Kelly decided to ride with me in the car to the club, and the entire way there, I was a tangled mess of nerves. Will Dominic even want to see me after how things were left the other night? What if he had decided to give me another trainer?

The club was packed by the time that we arrived. Drake helped us out of the car and through the crowd to get inside. Madame V was in the reception area again. When she saw us enter, she quickly walked over to Drake and whispered something into his ear as her eyes scanned me from head to toe. She licked her lips and her violet eyes bored a hole into me, making me feel uncomfortable. Drake turned over his shoulder to look at me before nodding his head in understanding to Madame V.

What was that all about?

We walked into the main part of the club to the Common Room. Before I even had the chance to walk in further to find where I am supposed to be, Drake stopped me. The music was too loud, so he had to lean in to speak to me.

“Master Dominic wants you in the Rapture Room,” he said.

The Rapture Room? Why does he want me there, and where are the other trainees? Curiosity got the better of me as I spun on my heel to follow Drake.

He led me down the corridor of The Hall, where the vast majority of the lights were on in the rooms and I could see several couples in the midst of a scene. I couldn’t help but stare as I walked behind Drake. Anticipation started to build the closer I got to Dominic. My palms started to sweat and my knees became wobbly. My heart thumped against my ribcage as we approached the Rapture Room.

Drake opened the door with a key and ushered me inside. It was dimly lit and for a few moments I thought I was alone until a familiar voice spoke out from a dark corner of the room.

“Hello, Ashley.”

My cock was ready and standing at attention when Ashley walked into the room. She couldn’t see me in the dark corner as I eye fucked her body when she walked into the room. Her eyes darted everywhere like a scared caged animal. Her gorgeous blond hair was flowing down her shoulders and I imagined it fisted in my hands as I fucked her, hard. The sexy little top she had on left little to the imagination. With the barest of skin showing at her navel, I could see a belly button ring glisten in the dim lights. My tongue was dying to circle it. Her hot as fuck legs looked long in the sad excuse for a miniskirt she had on. It might as well have been a tube top, for it barely covered her tight, voluptuous ass.

I don’t think I had ever been that hard in my life. My dick was like granite as it pushed against the restricting fabric of my jeans. I shook my head and gained back control that my body so desperately wanted me to let go of.

“Hello, Ashley,” I said to her. Her head whipped around at the sound of my voice. I knew she still couldn’t see me in the dark corner, and I planned it that way. It was time to start the scene.

“Dominic?” she whispered.

“I do not believe I gave you permission to speak. You are to only speak when I say you can. Is that clear? Nod your head if you understand.” She complied as her head furiously nodded up and down in rapid succession. I knew she was trying to suppress her nerves, and it only made me hotter. Even in the dim light, I could see her skin flush.

“I want you to walk into the center of the room and strip,
slowly
.” I noticed her hesitation at my command, and I seized the opportunity to provide her with the real me, the real Dominic.

“
NOW,
Ashley!” I barked so loudly that my voice echoed off the walls and she jumped as if startled. She slowly walked to the center of the room and the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels on the wood floors. She approached the middle of the room and dropped her purse to the floor. Her back was facing me and I allowed it for now because I wanted to see her delectable ass. Her hands came up to her shoulders as she slowly lowered the spaghetti thin straps of her sequined top to allow them to slide down her arms. At that moment I was jealous, jealous that an object like those straps got to caress her skin. She let the shiny material pool at her waist before sliding it around to undo the one tiny snap that was holding the material to her body.
Fuck.
Her backside was gorgeous and the fact that she was not wearing a bra fucking excited me more.

Her hands caressed the sides of her ribcage as she brought them to her waist. Giving her hips a tiny shake from side to side, she began to peel the fabric over her derriere and down past her creamy thighs to land at her feet.
Jesus fuck!
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Good Girl.

When she stopped and just faced away from me, I spoke up from my position in the corner of the room where I had to adjust my cock in my pants from the sight of her.

“Turn around. Spread your legs out, place your hands behind your back and bow your head like you were shown yesterday.” Uncertain, she obeyed my instructions to assume the position. I had all my subs bow their heads in order to not look into their eyes. The eyes show too many feelings, and emotions. Fuck that shit. I didn’t have time for it.

I decided that I could no longer be in the corner. Rising from my chair, I prowled my way over to my prey. Her head was still bowed as I stopped a few feet in front of her and paced back and forth taking in every spectacular inch of her fuckable body. Her skin was like smooth porcelain and glowed in the muted light of the room. I could see the rise and fall of her chest and shoulders as she tried to maintain control over her breathing. Walking around to her backside, I pulled a pair of leather cuffed arm restraints from off of one of the glass shelves that surrounded the room. Her breathing hitched as I secured one cuff to her forearm and did the same with the other one. Now that her arms were secured behind her back, the fun could begin.

“If you struggle, I will spank you, Ashley. Nod if you understand.” With a gentle tip of her chin, she let me know that she understood my demand of her.

“Tonight’s lesson is about obedience. I am your Master, your Dominant. I
control
you
. I control your pleasure, pain and everything in between. No one else is allowed to touch you or bring you pleasure. Do not touch yourself. Every orgasm that you will have from now on will belong to me. Understand?” I was rewarded with a silent nod.

“Good girl. Now walk over to the bed and kneel in front of it with your head down.” Her naked feet padded across the floor as she made her way over to the bed. The sound of the soles of her feet slapping against the cold wood of the floor was mimicking the thunderous beat of my heart. I watched as her firm breasts bounced with every step she took. Once she was in place, I walked over to stand directly behind her. I retrieved a black blindfold from my pocket and placed it around her eyes, this way I could do whatever I wanted to her without risking the chance of seeing her eyes.

“Dominic, I…” She stuttered as I tied the blindfold in place.

“Silence!” I did not give you permission to talk, Ashley. You will learn to obey me. Looks like I get to deliver your first punishment.”

“I’m sorry...I,” she whispered.

“Enough. Slide your chest up and lay the top half of your body on the bed, keeping your feet on the ground and your ass in the air.” Her legs wobbled as I watched her try to accomplish the task with her arms behind her back. Once she was in position, I reached for a wood paddle that was on the shelf.

“I am going to spank you three times Ashley for speaking without permission. Understand I am doing this so that you learn to please me, obey me. I want you to count each one and say
Sir
after each number.”

I walked up to her and palmed the flesh of her ass with my hand. Rubbing up and down each ass cheek, I prepared her for what was to come. I fondled, rubbed and soothed the fine contours of her skin. Pulling back, I grasped the paddle firmly in my hand as I delivered the first blow.

“Argggh!” she cried as the paddle connected to the flesh of her backside.

“I did not hear you, Ashley,” I said sternly.

“One, Sir!” she nearly yelled. I did the same ritual of caressing her skin before pulling back and delivering blow two.

“Two, Sir!”
Rub, caress, spank.

“Three, Sir!”

The last count was a whimper. The effects of the blows were now evident in the bright pink color of her skin. I dropped the paddle next to her head and I took my hands and traced the inside of her thighs. My fingers left behind a trail of goose bumps as I arrived at her pussy. Slowly, my fingers spread her folds and the wetness I found there surprised me. I thought for sure that her punishment would have diminished any form of desire for me.

“Greedy girl. Did that turn you on?” When she didn’t answer, I knew she was beginning to understand, “Good girl. Now, what should I do with you, Ashley?”

I heard the tiniest of whimpers escape her lips as my finger brushed against her clit. I had an all-consuming desire to taste her. I grabbed her elbows where she was still beautifully bound and lifted her up on to her feet before turning her around to push her to sit on the bed.

“Scoot back and lay down. Spread your legs for me,” I directed her as patiently as I could.

The beautiful display of her dripping wet pussy was my prize as she fulfilled my request. Slowly, I stalked my way up between her legs. I slid my nose up her inner thigh and when I reached her apex, I took a deep inhale. She smelled like musky desire mixed with vanilla and it was intoxicating, addicting. Her back arched off the bed as I suddenly swept my tongue through her slick, wet folds. She became greedy and antsy as I worked my tongue over her sensitive flesh. Her breasts were pushed forward from where she laid on her bound arms. I know it couldn’t have been too comfortable, but at that point I didn’t care.