Finding You (9 page)

He rolled her on her back and lifted her knees just enough to open her up to him.  She squirmed the minute his finger touched her. 

“Stay still.”

She tried but when his mouth touched the little nub that was already swelling, she couldn’t help but moan in appreciation of how good his mouth felt on her. 

“Stay still Nova.”

Slowly he slid his finger inside her caressing the spot that would make her body orgasm over and over.

She arched her back instinctively at the sensation he caused in her.  She couldn’t stay still.  Something inside her was building.

“I told you to stop moving.”

“Ahh,” she moaned in protest as he withdrew his finger. 

“Are you going to obey me Nova?”

“Yes, I promise.”

He slid his finger back in her and started caressing the swollen nub with his tongue. It took all the restraint she had not to move but when he relentlessly stroked and sucked her to the point of climax she had no control of her body and her orgasm caused her entire body to jerk underneath him.   

He pulled his finger out and made her sit up while he crouched between her legs.  She watched him as he brought his fingers to his mouth. 

“You taste incredible baby.”

She opened her mouth and damn if that wasn’t one of the hottest things he had ever seen.  “You want to taste what I did to you?”

She shook her head.  He slipped his finger back into his mouth taking his time as he licked her juices from his finger.  Once he was finished he pulled her face to his kissing her lips for just a second before he pushed his tongue in her mouth. 

Tasting herself was unexpectedly erotic to her and it only seemed to fuel her desire.  She went to wrap her hands around his neck but he withdrew his tongue from her mouth and pushed her back. 

“Just a taste baby.  Next time, you better not move or I won’t share.”

As if he needed to test her obedience to his command he went back to feasting on her.  She tried to fight off of her orgasm.  If anything he would certainly give her an A for effort but she didn’t know how to fight it off.  The second her orgasm hit her, her back arched off the bed again. 

“I warned you,” he said flipping her over on her belly.  “Get on your knees.”

He reached around her and pulled a condom out of the drawer and put it on.  “Bad girls don’t get to come, Nova.  Are you a bad girl?”

He knew she was afraid to say yes for fear he wouldn’t let her come again but she surprised him.   

“Yes sir.”

He rubbed his hard length against her, stopping just as he barely pushed inside her. 

“Are you going to move again?”

“No sir.”

With one thrust he pushed all the way inside her.  She was so fucking tight and wet he almost lost his load.  He held an iron grip on her hips as he tried to drive her crazy with need.  

“Are you going to move?” he asked knowing she was close.

“Ahh,” she moaned.

“That’s not an answer, are you going to move?”

“I swear I won’t move,” she screamed, “please let me come.”

He would own her orgasms.  He would teach her how to control her body but not tonight.  Tonight, hearing her beg him for release was enough to drive him to the edge.  He changed his angle and started pounding into her even harder.  When she screamed his name he felt the tingle at the base of his spine just as her muscles started contracting around him and she pulled him with her.

~  ~

She woke up the next morning an arm’s length away from him.  He was stretched out on his stomach with his head buried in his pillow.  She knew from the rhythmic sound of his breathing that he was still asleep.

She got up and tip toed around his side of the bed.  She reached down to get her shirt.  Covering up her back was her main concern.  She didn’t want to ruin what they had repaired between them during the night and she knew if he saw the bruises it would make him mad again.  She reached to get her pants off his bedside table when she saw the tattoo on his right shoulder blade.  It was almost frightening to look at.  The serpent on his shoulder almost seemed to glare back at her. Afraid she would wake him if she got too close to look she quietly walked out and closed the door behind her.       

In her bathroom she looked at the bruises on her back.  She knew Stanford had hit her harder than normal.  He had done it to prove a point.  It was no wonder Ian had freaked out on her.  Her bruises were so dark they looked purple.  Her eye however looked better. 

She took a shower, put on a t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.  She started a pot of coffee, squeezed some oranges for juice and mixed batter for French toast.  She wasn’t an expert in the kitchen by any means but what she could cook she cooked well.  She had just finished the last pieces of French toast when he walked into the kitchen.  His hair was messy and he wore nothing but a pair of pajama pants that hung just low enough to catch her eye. 

“Want some more,” he asked catching her staring at him.

She turned quickly.  She didn’t want him to see her blush.  Hoping he would give her a minute so her cheeks would return to a normal color, she felt them heat up even more when he reached around and pressed his body against hers to get a coffee cup.

As soon as his body left hers something happened.  It was like the absence of his body against hers turned her from happily cooking breakfast to a sex maniac and she wanted nothing more than to have his skin against hers.  She turned and dove against his body dropping her boy shorts in the floor in front of the sink.  She was hungry and it wasn’t for food.  She needed him.

His moans of surprise only fueled her desire but he quickly reigned in the control as he picked up her naked ass and set her on the edge of the counter.  He was rock hard already. 

“Nova, I have to go upstairs.  I don’t have any condoms down here.”

“No, please don’t leave me.”  She wrapped her legs around him pulling him in.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

He felt her wetness.  “We shouldn’t do this until we have both been checked.”

“I was checked before I started at the club.  I am clean as a whistle and I haven’t slept with anyone but you.”   She ran her tongue in his ear. 

“I can’t, I don’t want to risk your health for one of my indiscretions.  I will go to the doctor tomorrow.”  He pushed her back up on the counter.  “Don’t fucking move,” he warned running out of the kitchen.

When he came back into the kitchen he slowed down only long enough to roll the condom on then he picked her up.  Before she could get her legs wrapped around his waist he was already inside her. He walked over to the door pushing her back against it.  The cold of the door and warmth of his body was invigorating.  She tucked her feet around his sides to hold onto him as he raised her knees towards his chest.  The movement sent sparks across her skin.  He had barely moved and she was already there.

“Not yet baby, not until I say so.”

It was no use, four more hard strokes and every nerve ending in my body came alive.  My god what was the man doing to me.

“How was your breakfast,” she asked swallowing the last bite of her French toast?”

He laughed and finished his coffee. 

“Why are you laughing?”

“I knew you weren’t the quiet, timid girl you pretended to be.    I just didn’t know that you would find your fire so quickly.”

“I don’t know what you call it, but it’s certainly something.” As much as I had enjoyed it, I couldn’t help but feel that I may have overstepped an imaginary line. “I’m sorry if I broke your submissive rules.”

He turned her bar stool to his.  “Don’t apologize for how you felt.  You have neglected it way too long and personally, I loved it.”

“Will I be in trouble if I start wanting to have sex on the kitchen counter before breakfast.”

He smiled and placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.  “I am going to have so much fun teaching you how to control your body.”

“Control it?”

Why the hell would I want to control it
?

“Because you are very impulsive, and because you agreed to give me complete control of your gratification.”

“But...”

“But nothing…that was your one and only pass.  From now on, I will withhold giving you those moments that make your pretty little toes curl.”

“Are you serious?”

“You have no idea how incredible I can make it for you if you follow my rules.”

Well, that was certainly something to think about.  “Better than that?” I questioned.

“Don’t doubt me.  You have no idea what I can do to you but until you start minding me, that is as good as it is going to get.”

Seriously?
“I would be perfectly fine with that Ian?”

“Oh baby, that’s what you think now.”

Monday morning was a little strange.  I left for class and Ian left for work.  Neither of us really knew how to part from one another so we both just said bye and got in our cars.  From 8 to 5 Monday through Friday I was Nova, the soon to be Harvard graduate who had spent the first weekend in her life without a book in her hand.  It was a sort of liberating feeling but also a little worrisome. 

I got out of class at 12 and stopped by my apartment to forward my calls to my iPhone.  I stopped at the post office and had my mail forwarded to Ian’s house.  It was after 2:00 before I got back to the house so I set up in the library and read three chapters for school.  I had some internet work to do. 

When I was finished it was 4:30.  Nervously I waited on Ian.  I wasn’t sure what I should do so I went to the kitchen and introduced myself to Roberta, the cook. 

I knew I wasn’t supposed to interfere with the help but I wanted to do something not so formal for dinner so instead, I had her set up dinner in the living room.  I turned the fire place on and set our place settings on the coffee table.  I grabbed some big pillows to sit on and paced nervously around the front door for him.  At 5:30 on the dot the Porsche pulled up. 

Why was I so nervous?  Wait, did I look okay? 
Shit, what was wrong with me?

Hi,” he said walking in the door.  He looked surprised to see me.

“Hi!” 

The awkwardness between us returned.               

“What have you been doing Nova?”

He eyed me wearily as if he knew that I was up to something.  “Why would you think I was up to something?”  I poker faced him completely.

He set down his brief case and walked over to me.  God he smelled so good. 

“It seems that tonight we need to discuss punishment.” 

“Why punishment,” I asked trying to wiggle myself away from his intimidating body that was just inches from mine.

He nestled his mouth next to my ear which made my own mouth water. 

“Would you like me to show you what I do to little girls who don’t tell the truth?”

Oh, how those beautiful brown eyes could take me to my knees and also scare the hell out of me.

“Okay, I wanted to do something different for you but I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

He stepped back eyeing me skeptically. 

“What have you done?”

“It’s a surprise really.”  I pulled his hand in mine and forced him to follow me to the living room.  “Don’t be mad, I guess I should have probably asked but I thought it might be nice for you just to relax when you got home.”

“Are you trying to delay your time on the clock Nova?”

“No, I...uh.  I just got a little stir crazy by myself.  I asked Roberta to do this.  Are you mad at me?”

“No, I am not mad over this,” he said motioning towards the dinner that was set up on the coffee table.

I didn’t have a clue what he was referring too.  “What did I do wrong?”

“Did you check your calendar that I sent you?”

Oh, shit.  I hadn’t even looked at my phone since I left my apartment.  I didn’t even know where it was.  The car, it was in the car
. 

“Where is your phone?”

“Um…in my car.”

“Why don’t you get it?”

I hurried out to the garage.  I had three texts from him. 

The first said,

Ian:
How is your day?  How was your test? 

The second text came an hour later,

Ian:
Why haven’t you replied?  You have fifteen minutes to respond or strike 1. 

The third followed shortly after,

Ian:
Obviously you don’t have your phone with you.  This is a warning that from now on that phone is not to leave your side.  There will be punishment.  I will meet you at the playground to discuss when I get home.  Don’t be late!

Fuck.  What
was I supposed to do now?
 

My phone whistled.  It was another text from Ian. 

Ian:
Strike 2.  Make me wait any longer and it will be Strike 3.

Shit
, I took off running to the playground.
 
When I rounded the door he was rolling up the sleeves to his shirt.

“Close the door Nova.”             

His tone was so intimidating but she did what he asked.   

“Lock it.” 

She did. Afraid to turn around, she didn’t take another step or make another movement.  In this room he had complete control.  She already had two strikes, she wasn’t sure what that would entail but she remembered him telling her not to do anything unless he told her to.

“I gave you that phone so that I could keep up with you.  You can imagine my disappointment when after three texts you hadn’t responded.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry...Sir!”

“Nova, this room is for both pleasure and punishment.  Can you tell me why you are in here?”

Any other time this would be terrifying to her.  She knew how to control her fear.  She knew how not to shake uncontrollably, she knew how not to cry even when it hurt so bad she couldn’t stand it but hearing his voice this time and knowing it wasn’t Stanford, somehow made it different.

“Punishment, sir.”

He came up behind her.  She could feel the heat of his body even through her clothes.  His domineering presence over her wasn’t gut wrenching, it was seductive. 

“Bad girls get spanked Nova.  Are you a bad girl?”

She shook her head in agreement. 

“Come here.”

She turned and followed him to the bed.  He sat down and starred at her as she approached him.  She loved his seductive brown eyes but when his eyes were filled with fire, it did something else to her.  Her body started aching deep inside.  An ache she didn’t know how to handle.  She wanted to squirm and before she could stop herself, her body betrayed her.

“Did I see your little hips squirm Nova?”

She shook her head.

“Pull down your pants and bend over my knees.”

The idea was unsettling despite how hot he had made her but she did as he asked.  He spread his knees apart giving her plenty of room to lie across his lap.  It still wasn’t comfortable though since her head was hanging towards the floor.  She wouldn’t complain though.

~  ~

How beautiful her ass was.  He had wanted this since she had first upset him.  He wanted to take her across his knee and spank her into submission.  Now, he was getting his wish and the idea of it made his dick throb.  He still needed to be careful with her.  She was starting to trust him and he wouldn’t shake the seemingly unsteady foundation he was still trying to build. 

“We need a safe word, something that you won’t forget.  This word will take place of ‘no’ and ‘stop’.  It’s the only word you can say that will make me stop immediately. What do you want to use?”

She turned to look at him.  “Seven.”

He rubbed his hand over the softness of her ass and without hesitation he delivered one spank.  She flinched but said nothing.  He hit her again.  Again she said nothing.  She had a higher tolerance to pain than most but he wouldn’t dare hit her too hard.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave his mark on her sweet ass; he knew she wasn’t ready for it. 

~  ~

She had been hit countless times in her adult life but every time his hand marred her ass it wasn’t the pain she focused on.  She knew how to ignore the pain.  What surprised her was the pleasure that surfaced after each strike he gave her.  Attentively he soothed each aching blow as he caressed her heated flesh.  When he stopped, it scared her that she considered how good it felt.  How could pain cause her such a rush of pleasure?

“Will you ever leave your phone again?”

“No sir.”

“Stand up.”

“That is sufficient for strike one but you still have one more punishment.”

She eyed him unsure what was next.

“Get undressed and lay on the bed.”

She pulled her shirt off revealing only the front side of her body.  She knew not to show him the bruises.  He climbed on top of her and straddled her waist.  “Do you remember your safe word?”

“Seven,” she said as he covered her eyes with a black, satin blindfold.

“You are very impulsive Nova and you don’t obey very well.  You will obey me, do you understand?”

She shook her head.  “Yes sir.”

He left the bed.  She listened as he opened and closed some drawers.  She felt her breathing pick up.  The idea of not knowing what he was going to use on her raised her heart rate.  She had eyed all of his toys.  Some intimidated her, some scared her. 

Her pulse quickened again when his body touched the mattress. 

He cuffed her hands extending her arms above her head.  The stretch of her torso made her back arch and her breast rise.  

“I am going to teach you control sweet heart.  It’s a hard lesson and I don’t think you are going to like it.”

His words frightened her.  If she could just see his face she would know how bad it was going to be but all she had to go on was his voice. 
Seven,
she thought. 
I can stop this, I have control to stop it if it’s too bad.
 

He wouldn’t really hurt her.  She believed in him enough to know that but his darkness ran very deep.  She didn’t know just how dark he could be.

“Spread your legs.”

She did just as he asked and laid there feeling completely exposed.  She wiggled her toes waiting for what was to come but nothing came. 

What was he doing?  What was next? 

She kept still but still he did nothing.  The anticipation of pain or whatever he planned to do to her was becoming overwhelming. 
Just do something,
she thought. 

The anticipation was killing her.  Should she speak? 
No!
She knew not to speak. 

Her hips squirmed just a little. 
Control! 
He wanted to teach her control. 

She stopped squirming and relaxed into the bed.  He wouldn’t touch her until he knew she could control herself in front of him.  He wanted to dominate her but she had to learn control first. 

Unexpectedly after laying quietly without a single movement or erratic breath she felt it, the light sensation of a feather on the arch of her foot.  The softness of it slowly extending up the outside of her leg was arousing.  How could the light touch of a feather do this? 

She thought of nothing but the feel of the feather gliding up her leg then to her waist then to the side of her breast.  Her breathing picked up and the feather left her body
.

Ahhh!
  She didn’t want that to stop.  She slowed her breathing, refocused and the feather returned.

Slowly he traced the feather up her arms, then down to her breast and down her belly.  When he reached her aching core she let out a groan. 

He withdrew the feather immediately and before she could prepare to collect herself she felt the slap of leather tassels across her belly, then she felt the sting.  She breathed quickly then she forced herself to relax. 

He brought the feather back to her belly slowly circling her stomach then without warning he struck her again.  The pleasure of the feather followed by the slight sting of the flogger made her gasp.

~  ~

He stared at her stomach admiring how easily her skin flushed each time the tassels of the flogger hit her skin.  He liked watching her try to fight for her own self- control.  This was a hard lesson and one he knew would take a while for her to learn.  She was raw and untouched and for every ounce of pleasure he introduced her body to, she would succumb to it but with time he would teach her not to.  He wanted complete control of her body and she would learn to give it to him.

“Don’t move Nova.”

He laid the feather between her breast.  He could smell her arousal.  Gently he used his finger to explore her soft folds reveling in how wet she was. She wanted him and he wanted her but this was punishment.  Pleasure would come later. 

He slid his finger inside her going straight for the sweet spot that would make her toes curl.  He pulsed his finger against it while watching her try to control her body.  He pushed her right to the point that he knew she would explode and then he withdrew.

She lifted her head.  Her body wanting to thrash from disappointment but somewhere in the midst of the agony and need her body was feeling she remembered,
control.  S
he laid her head back down and tried to relax back into the mattress. 

He wouldn’t tell her, “good girl.”  He couldn’t.  This was punishment and oh what a sweet punishment it was going to be but as he watched her regain some of her self-control and quiet herself back down.