Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy (7 page)

Master Benjamin continued, “I'm going to give
you a little exercise to do. For the remainder of this session, I
want you to pretend that I'm a doctor, and that you're my patient.
If you want to make it a bit more realistic, then imagine I'm a
gynecologist. Pretend that there's something wrong with you, and
whatever I tell you to do will help to work towards the cure.”

“Alright.”

It sounded easy enough. All that I had to do
was clear my mind and imagine that he was a doctor. A harmless
doctor, only caring about my physical well being.

Doctor Benjamin stepped up behind me, and I
tried to steady my breathing as I felt him unclasp my bra with more
skill than any straight man I could imagine. Slowly, he pushed the
straps over my shoulders, and I could feel my heart beat speed up
as the cups of my bra fell away from my breasts. With all the
gentleness he had shown so far, Doctor Benjamin came around and
pressed his finger between my breasts, hooking the front of my bra
before pulling it down and off of my arms.

He's just a doctor
, I told myself as I
felt the coldness of the room draw my nipples to attention. My
cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of it. I probably looked
aroused, and desperately hoped he wouldn't take it in such a
way.

Doctor Benajmin walked behind me again, this
time digging his fingers between the waistband of my panties and my
skin, so he could drop them to the floor. “Could you go lean over
the table for a moment, please?” he asked, and I instantly obeyed,
feeling my pulse quicken with every step. My breath hitched as a
heavy palm slapped against my ass. “That was for your initial
reluctance,” he informed me. “Now go and stand where you were
before.”

It felt strange imagining that I was being
spanked by a doctor, and I couldn't process it in my mind to make
it believable. Instead, I concentrated on how I didn't find it
unpleasant. Despite the sexuality of the situation, nothing that
Master Benjamin was doing to me felt sexual.

When I was back in place, Master Benjamin
came and stood before me again. This time, he looked me over,
allowing his eyes to trail from my face, down to my throat, over my
small breasts, my fit stomach, my unshaven cunt, my slender legs,
and finally to my feet. He was observing me more than anything
else, and although he was looking at parts of me that no other man
had seen before, it didn't feel dirty.

“How does it feel being naked in front of
me?” Master Benjamin asked.

“Green,” I replied uncertainly.

A short laugh escaped his lips. “You can say
more than that. I want to know how you really feel. What do you
like about being naked? What bothers you about it?”

“Well,” I thought about it. “I don't feel
like you're judging me.”

“Good, because I'm not.”

“And I don't particularly feel
uncomfortable.”

“You shouldn't feel uncomfortable. You're a
beautiful woman. Did the doctor fantasy help at all?”

“Yes, a bit,” I admitted. It certainly helped
me get used to the idea of being naked around him.

“And what about the spanking. How did you
feel about the spanking?”

“It was a bit awkward. I think it took me out
of the fantasy a bit.”

“That's to be expected the first time around.
It's not very often that a doctor spanks his patients.” He smirked.
“Alright. Let's take the fantasy a bit further. Get back in the
mindset that I'm a doctor. Now, I'm going to examine you. It's
going to get a bit invasive, but I want you to concentrate the best
that you can on everything that I'm doing being professional. I
promise that I won't hurt you.”

I did my best to recall the doctor fantasy.
Whatever he was going to do to me next, it was for my own good.

Doctor Benjamin lifted his hands and cupped
my breasts, feeling the weight of them. My body jerked, but it was
more from the coldness of his touch than anything else. He stared
down at my chest the entire time, deadpan, as any good doctor would
when examining a patient. First, Doctor Benajmin squeezed my
breasts. Then he massaged them. While I didn't find it arousing, I
also didn't find it unpleasant. He was very gentle, and I was more
than grateful for that.

My breath hitched as Doctor Benjamin's thumb
and forefingers slid down to grasp my nipples. Something was
happening that I had never felt before, a strange tingling below
that caused my breathing to become erratic as he twisted and
manipulated my erect nipples between his fingertips. With this
sudden change, Doctor Benjamin began working them more fervently,
observing the way that my body was no longer able to stay still. I
shifted as the tremors from his touch teased my clit, awakening
something deep within me.

“How does that feel?” he asked finally, and I
felt that he already knew the answer.

“Green,” I managed to breath out, so drunk
with new sensation that I couldn't think of anything else to
say.

“Good,” Doctor Benjamin replied, pulling his
hands away, and I instantly yearned for them to return. “Spread
your legs.”

My cheeks flushed pink, but I didn't dare to
disobey.

“Wider,” he demanded when I only spread them
a foot apart.

This time, I stepped several feet out,
exposing my pussy to the cool temperature. It felt exhilarating in
itself to have the cold air rush against my warm damp parts.

Doctor Benjamin came forward until our bodies
were touching, his massive stomach practically pushed me back. I
stood my ground, grimacing slightly from the strong scent of his
flowery cologne. It was definitely not something a straight man
would wear.

I gasped as a fat finger slid between my
legs. It pressed between my pussy lips, seeking out my clit. Now I
was uncomfortable, but I did my best not to move. The finger
explored for a bit, moving back and forth from my clit to my hole,
but not threatening to go in. In my mind, I pretended like it was a
routine examination, gaining no pleasure from it. After a few
moments, Doctor Benjamin pulled his hand back and stepped away to
analyze my expression.

“Good. How was that?” he asked,

I shrugged. “Green.”

“Alright, now go lean over the table again,
and this time spread your legs.”

Expecting another punishment for some unknown
disobedience, I did as I was told. No spanking came though.
Instead, I heard the distinct sound of latex gloves snapping into
place and then the squirting of some liquid, which I could only
assume was a type of lubricant. For a brief second, a smidgeon of
fear passed through me at the thought that I was in the perfect
position to get fucked from behind, but then I relaxed again. The
truth was that I trusted this man. He was not going to do anything
to me unless he told me first.

I could hear heavy footsteps approaching from
behind, and I braced myself for whatever was to come next. With a
palm on my back, Master Benjamin willed me to bend lower, and so I
did, letting my breasts rest against the cold leather table. I
blushed at how hard my nipples were, enjoying this strange new
stimulation.

“Jack Kemble explicitly told us that we're
not to penetrate your pussy,” Master Benjamin said. “He wants to
keep your virgin flower intact for himself. However, he did say
that we could penetrate your mouth and your ass. Right now, I'm
going to penetrate your ass with my finger.”

The knot that had been in my stomach since
arriving at the resort instantly doubled, and all thoughts of
comfort fled. This I did not agree to—would not allow. I turned
before Master Benjamin could lay another finger on me.

“Out of the question,” I mustered up my
bravest voice.

He gave me a look that suggested he didn't
care one way or another, holding up the finger that was generously
lathered with lube. “You can always leave if you want to. I'm not
going to do anything to you that you don't want.”

I thought for a minute, crossing my arms over
my chest, suddenly very aware of my nakedness. “Well, I want to
stay, but I don't want to be penetrated.”

“That's not how it works, dear. It's all or
nothing. You won't get the full benefit of the course unless you
allow us to go as far as we can take this. The only reason we even
allowed you to come with that stipulation is because Mr. Kemble
paid a substantial amount of money for us to take you.”

Mr. Kemble again. I scowled. How dare he
allow them to molest me like this? Didn't he care at all about my
virtue?

“You need to make a decision right here and
now,” Master Benjamin continued. “Master Neil already told me that
if you acted up like this, I was to send you packing right away.
But I know your condition, and I know that you're scared, and
that's why I'm giving you this choice.

“I already promised that I wouldn't do
anything to hurt you, and so far I've lived up to my part of that
bargain. And to be honest, I think you're making great progress.
I'm not going to lie to you though. This is the easy stuff right
now. Things are going to get a lot more invasive from here on
out.

“This is your last chance to decide to stay.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a softie. The man who
will be taking over your training tomorrow will not hesitate to
send you out the front door without a thought.

“If you want to leave, then leave, but know
that if you leave now, you can never come back. I don't know where
Mister Kemble will try to send you after this, but men like him are
used to getting their way, so I'm sure he'll try to send you off
again. Perhaps next time to somewhere a lot less cushy than this
place. And trust me honey, there are a lot worse places than this.
I've worked at some of them.” He gave me a very honest look. “It's
about time for lunch. How about this? We'll take an early lunch.
That will give you an hour to think about things. If you want to
continue with the course, I'll see you here after lunch. But.” The
finger with the lube twitched, and a large glob of it ran down onto
his hand. “If you don't intend to give this one hundred percent, if
you think that there is even a hint of a chance that you'll resist
again, do us both a favor, and don't come back. I really hate to
have to kick people out, but I will if I don't think you're
dedicated to the program. Now get dressed and go get something to
eat.” Master Benjamin turned from me then, taking off the glove and
tossing it in a trash bin next to the door.

Patiently, he waited while I got dressed. For
some reason, I felt horribly ashamed of myself. I had told myself
that I would give one hundred percent, and for a while, I thought
that I had. Now, it seemed obvious that I really hadn't. No, that
wasn't it. Something had snapped inside of me when he began talking
about penetration. My body was sacred, and there were some things I
refused to do with anyone but my husband.

I knew I should leave. No amount of
pretending could make me comfortable with throwing my morals to the
wind. What kind of a man was Jack Kemble to want his virgin bride
defiled before her wedding day? I just didn't understand.

Instead of going to the dining room, I headed
up to my room to pack my things. My mind was made up. I would not
become a whore just because of Jack Kemble's strange fetish
desires.

Negative emotions attacked me from all sides.
Anger at Jack. Disappointment in myself. And depression over the
general situation.

I didn't want to go back to New York. There
was no way that I could handle facing Jack Kemble after I had
failed at this task he had set me upon, especially when he believed
that the happiness of our marriage depended on my compliance. So I
did the only thing I knew to do, I called Liam.

“I'm in Sacramento, California,” I told him
between sobs. “Book me a flight out of here. I want to come
home.”

“Alright.”

Just hearing his voice was enough to sooth my
nerves, and the thought that I would soon be safe in his arms was
grounding.

Before my hour lunch was even up, I was
piling into a cab without telling anyone where I was going. It was
time to disappear for a while, to get away from this crazy BDSM
school and my horrible arranged marriage. I needed some normalcy
back in my life, if only for a little while.

The flight back to Texas was somehow
comforting. I knew that when I got into the SAT terminal, I
wouldn't have to look around for a bodyguard holding my name on a
sign. Liam would be there waiting for me, with the warm genuine
smile I was so used to seeing.

And there he was, looking as stunning as
always. His long blonde hair was trimmed neatly, his normally gruff
beard shaven down to stubble. I always found it amusing how Liam's
facial hair was about two shades darker than the hair on his head.
Most people didn't believe he was a natural blonde, but I knew it
was true, because we had been best friends since we were
children.

“Melita,” Liam sounded relieved to see me,
scooping me up into his arms and hugging me like he'd never let me
go.

“Oh Liam, I missed you so much.”

He held me at arm's length. “Do your parents
know that you're here?”

I shook my head. “No on does. I didn't tell
Jack or my mom or anyone. I just . . . needed to get away for a
while.”

“Well, I'm glad you came to me. You can stay
with me until you're ready to return to New York.”

Would I ever be ready after all I'd been
through, I wondered. And even if I was ready, how would Jack
respond to my running off with Liam? The truth was that he had
pushed me away. He would have to see that.

By the time we got back to Liam's house, I
was absolutely exhausted. All I could think about was sleeping off
the misery I felt inside from everything that had happened.
Hopefully, I'd wake up in a better mood, with a fresh mind that
could handle sorting out the ungodly mess I had made for
myself.