Wilson's Hard Lesson (46 page)

“I don’t know, just basic sex I guess.” Jess forgot to add
the Sir and caught herself. “Sir.”

Paul smiled to himself. She was a quick learner.

“Just basic sex, so not something like this tonight?” he
inquired.

 “No Sir. I have never done anything like this,” Jess
confessed.

Paul stood up and walked over to her. He sat on the couch
next to her on the ottoman. His fingers began to trail up and down her inner
thighs. Jess ached for him to touch her. His fingers ran over her bikini line
outside the thong. Jess silently prayed he would continue and she would feel
him deeper in her.

“Well I need you to spend some time thinking about what you
want from this and what you would like me to do for you. There are a couple of
books in the den, on the third shelf of the bookcase. They will give you some
ideas. I am going to untie you and send you to bed. We will talk more
tomorrow.” Jess was shocked at Paul’s words.

Here she was, naked, tied and blindfolded. He could have her
any way he wanted and he was simply going to untie her and send her to bed!
So unfair
, she thought. Her body wanted him to touch her so badly and she
was being sent away to do homework! She wanted to protest but her gut told her
this would end badly for her.

Paul unwound the ropes from her thighs and unbound her
hands. He removed her blindfold. She saw he had dimmed the lights and lit three
candles. The music still played softly in the background. She had been so
involved with his voice she hadn’t realized music was playing for the last
hour.

“You did good tonight. Go do some reading, get a good
night’s sleep and think about my questions. You need to pick the kids up
tomorrow by ten.” Paul picked up the rope and blindfold and walked back to the
Master bedroom. Jess heard his door click shut.

Jess sat on the futon in the den. She huffed then laughed
out loud. She hadn’t pouted this hard about something since she was twelve. She
didn’t understand what happened. She had made herself more than available to
Paul. He was clearly interested. Yet, here she sat with a homework assignment
rather than lying in his arms in post-coital bliss.

She scanned the books on the third shelf:
The Bottoming
Book, SM 101, Screw the Roses Give Me the Thorns, Opening Up
. She was too
annoyed and to hyped up to try and read. She set her alarm for seven so she
could make Paul his coffee then she would read a little before she picked up
the kids.  She opened her laptop and clicked on her file titled “consulting
work” and then on the only video file in the menu. Her standard porn started to
stream.

* * * * *

At 7:20 Paul emerged from the bedroom and walked into the
kitchen. Jess handed him his coffee. “You doing okay?” Paul asked.

“Yeah.” Jess replied.

“I have a meeting ‘til six tonight. I should be home at 7:00
p.m. Feed the kids at the regular time. I will eat when I get home. We will
chat after you put the kids to bed tonight.” Paul delivered his itinerary and
instructions as if nothing was different. Jess wanted to talk, but didn’t know
what to ask or how to begin.

Paul finished his breakfast and left. Jess walked back to
the den and thumbed through the third shelf. Several titles included some
version of BDSM or SM in the title. She had thought she knew what this meant.
In her mind BDSM looked like someone tied to something getting whipped and hit
and they were screaming in pain. That had never appealed to her. What she and
Paul did last night looked nothing like what she thought BDSM was. She figured
those were not the books Paul was referring too.

She thumbed through a few with titles that didn’t quite make
sense to her,
Screw the Roses Give Me the Thorns, Doing it for Daddy, Rough
Tongues
, but ultimately decided to check out
The New Bottoming Book.
She thought this might be a gay men’s book at first, all the “bottoms” she knew
were gay guys. But the book seems the least odd of the bunch.

She scanned the table of contents. Since she only had an
hour to read, she chose the chapter she thought would be most helpful: Getting
what you want, and more of it! Three pages in and she reached for her phone.
Urban Dictionary was definitely needed at this point. She made it through the
chapter. While her questions weren’t totally answered, it had given her
questions to ask, which is more than she had when she woke up.

She showered and left to pick up the kids. On the drive
over, she took some time to begin to formulate her questions. What did Paul get
out of all this, especially if he wasn’t sleeping with her? When were they
going to have sex? Did she have any say in what she wanted or what would happen
between them? Did he really want to beat and whip her? Where did this go from
here?

* * * * *

That night after she tucked Jasmine in to bed, Jess went
into the living room and sat on the couch next to Paul. He had some documentary
on in the background, something about marijuana legalization and he was reading
the same book. Jess sat down and pulled one foot up under her.

“Did you read any of the books I mentioned?” Paul asked as
he put his book on the end table.

“Yes. I read part of the Bottoming Book,” Jess replied.

“So, what did you learn? Do you have questions?” Paul was
opening the door to conversation.

“Yea. So, um, what happens now?” Jess asked.

“That will depend. You have to decide if this is something
you want to continue to try. I don’t do “basic sex” as you called it last
night. I am a Dom. I need to be in control of what happens. I prefer telling my
partner what to do and I prefer having sex only when she is tied up,” Paul
explained. Jess flashed on an image of her sister tied to the bed and getting
laid. She shut her eyes to force the image out of her head.

“Ok, but you do have sex, right?” Jess asked.

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s more like what we did last night.
For me, sex is not the only way to be intimate with someone and it is not
always the end goal of the night. Sometimes, like what we did last night, I get
to know someone better and it’s exciting and fun and it doesn’t end in
traditional sex.”

Paul had found in the past explaining the idea that you can
have an intimate and sexy night with someone that didn’t involve intercourse
was hard to explain to vanilla people.

“Do you kind of understand that?”

“I think so,” Jess replied, still a little unsure.

“Are you going to want to beat or hit me?” Jess asked. “I
don’t think I would like that.”

Paul smiled.

“I am more into rope and bondage than things like impact
play. Hitting people doesn’t really do much for me.”

“Okay,” Jess was relieved by this. “So if I want to do this,
what happens from here?”

“We can try another scene, something a little more than last
night. But going forward, this can only happen if Maggie is out of town. I am
not okay with coming over to your place or meeting you somewhere when she is in
town. I want to protect her from this. You have to agree to those terms. If you
ever ask to meet “just us” when she is in town I will cut this off immediately.
Can you agree to those terms?”

Paul was set on these terms. He and Maggie had agreed when
she was collared that he could choose to sleep with other people. They had
agreed he did not have to tell her, but she had stipulated that she preferred
to know and wanted some say in who he slept with. Sleeping with Jess did not
technically violate their agreement, but it definitely pushed the boundaries.

Jess thought for a minute then agreed.

 “Good.” Paul confirmed. “Please shower, wear a loose dress,
hair down, and meet me in the master bedroom in half an hour.”

Jess got up without saying anything and went to shower. When
she dressed tonight she only put on a dress, nothing underneath. She combed out
her long hair then walked to the master bedroom. She knocked softly.

Paul opened the door. He had candles lit on the dresser. It
smelled of sandalwood and black pepper. There was a large pillow on the floor.
Jess noticed a couple of ropes draped over the footboard.

“Are you ready to begin?” Paul asked.

Jess nodded. Paul closed the door. He used a hand on her hip
to guide her to the middle of the floor.

“What do you say if something gets to be too much and you
want it to stop?” he asked.

“Red Sir.”

“Very good. Lift your arms for me.” Jess complied and Paul
lifted her dress over her head.

“You are a fast learner,” Paul noted when Jess stood there
naked before him. Jess smiled.

“I want you to kneel on that pillow Sit on your heels and
lace your fingers together behind your neck,” Paul instructed.

Jess knelt. Paul circled her, running his hand over her
face, neck, shoulders and biceps. He picked up a length of rope and began to
secure Jess’s hands. He wove the same rope into cuffs around her biceps and
draped the two ends over her shoulders. He knelt before her and pulled the two
sides of the rope over her shoulders and down her sternum. He secured a knot
between her breasts, then wrapped the rope to form what Jess could only call a
bra. He secured the last of the rope in another knot between her breasts.

“I will help you stand, Paul said.

He helped Jess to her feet, something she found remarkable
more difficult while tied up. She stood before him, bound so that her breasts
were fully exposed and she didn’t have the capacity to cover them even if she
wanted too.

The realization that Paul had secured her in a way that her
body was open and exposed to him and she couldn’t hide it if she wanted to both
scared her and made her incredibly aroused at the same time.

Paul circled her, keeping his palm pressed to her skin as he
moved in slow circles. He stopped in front of her and looked her in the eyes.
He held her gaze, wrapped his hand in the back of her hair and pulled so her
face tilted toward his. He kissed her gently. A long, slow, drawn out kiss.
Jess was in heaven.

Paul continued to kiss her softly as his left hand began to
explore her body. He spent a remarkable amount of time touching her hips,
stomach, the small of her back and her shoulders. Jess was use to Rick
half-assing foreplay and jumping right into sex. Being kissed and touched on
the less sexualized parts of her body made Jess ache for Paul.

Paul released her hair and stepped back.

“Please sit on the bed.” Jess sat. Paul’s broad palms
pressed on the inside of Jess’s thighs and pressed her legs wide open.

“Your job is just to keep your legs open and sit there.”

“Yes Sir.” Jess replied.

Paul walked over to dresser and opened the second drawer. He
pulled out something white and fuzzy. On his way back to Jess he put the rabbit
fur mitt on his hand. He leaned in close and rubbed the soft fur over her body.

Jess wanted to purr. This was like the best petting every.
Soft, silky fur caressed her back, her chest, her face and thighs. Paul began
to rub her back with the mitt. Jess leaned her face into his chest and inhaled
his smell. This was bliss.

Paul set the mitt on the bedside table and walked back to
the drawer. This time Paul came back wearing a black glove. The tips of his
fingers glinted in the candle light. Jess furrowed her brow.

“They are called vampire gloves,” Paul explained. “They have
sharp metal points on the fingertips.”

Jess’s eyes opened wide. What was he going to do with those?

Paul began gently scratching her back.

“Very nice Sir,” Jess was happy that the gloves didn’t hurt.
Paul ran the sharp metal points down the inside of Jess’s bound arms. She
squirmed with discomfort. Her legs closed a bit.

Paul stepped between her legs. “I said keep your legs open.
You have one job.”

“Sorry Sir,” Jess opened her legs wide. The tips of the
gloves moved from her upper chest, outlined each breast, and traced the slight
six-pack of her stomach. Jess moaned involuntarily. Paul pinched her right
nipple between the index and thumb of the glove. Jess cried out, more from
surprise than pain.

He set the glove on the nightstand with the mitt.

“Let me see your eyes,” Paul said.

Jess looked up and met his gaze. Paul held her gaze while
his hands unbuttoned his jeans. Still holding Jess’s gaze, Paul reached in his
jeans and pulled out a hard cock.

“Open your mouth,” Paul instructed. He wrapped his right
hand in the back of Jess’s hair.

 “I am going to show you how I like blow jobs. Keep your
mouth open and I will guide you.”

Jess nodded. Paul rested the tip of his member on her lips.

“Just hold it there,” he instructed. He used her hair as a
handle and moved his hips to guide his cock in and out of her mouth. He told
her to stick out her tongue for a while. For more than a minute he just rested
his hard on in her mouth, unmoving other than his heart beat she could feel in
the back vein.

This was unlike any blowjob Jess had ever given. It was slow
and took time to build. She knew Paul was getting just what he wanted and that
pleased her. Paul pulled out of her mouth, released her hair, and replaced his
still-hard cock back in his jeans. Jess waited for what came next.

“You did very good. Thank you.” Paul complimented her.

He stepped close. Jess wondered what was next. Paul’s
fingers began to untie her knots. As the last of the rope was unwound from her
wrist Jess sat there, confused.

Paul sat next to the now unbound Jess. He wrapped his arms
around her shoulders and pulled her into a spooning position on the bed.

“You are good at following instructions,” he petted her
hair.

“Are we done?” Jess was confused. There had been no
intercourse, no orgasm for either of them. She didn’t know what to make of an
encounter that didn’t end when the guy climaxed.

“Yes, for tonight.” Paul continued to stroke her hair.

“But you didn’t come?” Jess continued.

“No. Like I said, I can have encounters where orgasm and sex
are not part of it. I have found that people who do not do what I do have a
hard time with that concept. I have found the best way to break that
expectation is to practice it from the start.”

Paul pulled Jess into his body and held her.

“Yes Sir,” Jess replied.

 She began to relax into Paul’s embrace. When he finally
spoke again Jess realized she had drifted off.

“You should go back to the den. It’s late. Thank you for
tonight.”

Jess got out of bed.

“Thank you Sir.” She walked back to the den and checked her
phone.

Three in the morning.