Geoffrey's Rules (14 page)

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered back, feeling like the defiant independent woman thing was perhaps not as important as Professor Whitlock might think.

Chaser was a tall, pale, gaunt white guy of about twenty-three. He was very clearly high and was tattooed with a faux Maori theme in every spot I could see other than his face. With him he had a girl who was clearly a model, in a red dress that was, I realized with a thrill of simultaneous triumph and astonishment at my triumph, nowhere near as nice as the one I was wearing. Chaser wore a black t-shirt and jeans, which would have looked cool if Geoffrey hadn’t trumped him easily with his simple, beautiful white broadcloth shirt and jeans.

I was well out of my depth with respect to the way Geoffrey’s world (and Chaser’s world, I supposed) worked, but it felt to me like the digital media consultant was demonstrating, effortlessly, how much cooler he was than the super-cool indie rocker. It was hard not to feel triumphant about my own part in the dynamic.

Chaser had a hard time keeping his eyes off me. As far as I could tell, Geoffrey had no such trouble with respect to Lia, the model. Chaser spent a long time telling us exactly how revolutionary his take on gendered relationships was. Lia smiled.

The video Geoffrey had been retained to propose BDSM elements for was supposed to take place in a dungeon, but the first thing Geoffrey said when they started to talk business over the appetizers was that the dungeon had to go. If he really wanted something effective, Chaser should have a domestic setting. It was the only way to make the chains really stand out.

He looked at me and said, “Chloe, what do you think? You’re the BDSM fiction expert.”

I laughed and said, “Definitely. This song is about romantic love, right?”

Chaser nodded.

“And you want women to watch the video, right?”

“Yeah,” he responded.

“You want a domestic setting, then.” I looked at Geoffrey, who nodded approvingly.

When dinner was winding down and the check had already been paid—by Chaser—he and Geoffrey were going back and forth about whether Chaser really needed Geoffrey’s services. Geoffrey was explaining that spanking and BDSM images need to be closely managed if you want them to have the impact they can have.

“Yeah, man, I get it,” Chaser said. “But is it really worth what you charge is what I’m wondering.”

Geoffrey turned to me and said, “Chloe, could you just push your chair back from the table about a foot for a sec for me?”

I stared at him for a moment, puzzled, and then complied. It seemed an odd request. I glanced at Chaser and Lia, who seemed suddenly rather impressed, though, and decided that Geoffrey must just be demonstrating that I was a submissive. I suppose the defiant, independent woman objected, somewhere deep in my mind, but it was feeling lovely and right to trust him now.

“I’m not sure you really understand how important what I call the energy flow is,” said Geoffrey and lifted the front of my dress to reveal to Chaser and Lia my lingerie. They both gasped; they truly gasped, these incredibly hip denizens of the world of fashion. And I—my first reaction was denial, plain and simple. It simply made no sense that my new boyfriend had shown these fashionable, almost strangers the lacy things I had been made to wear for him.

Geoffrey held the hem of the dress up as he continued. “This little slut here submits to me. This afternoon, I fucked her face; she had never had a penis in her mouth, but she did pretty well. After we’re through here tonight, I’m going to take her home and fuck her for the first time. Take a look at the way the lace panties make her sweet little cunt look and think about what her submission means and tell me that you don’t see what I’m talking about.”

He let the hem drop.

My mouth was hanging open slightly, and I shut it. I needed time to figure out whether the defiant, independent woman even had a right to stand with her fist raised in the path of the tsunami of arousal that had gripped my body from the moment I felt the dress being lifted.

Chaser seemed to be struggling for some cool way to react. Lia was giving him a look I couldn’t interpret, and I doubt Chaser could either; it was either, “If you did that to me, you would be kissing your model girlfriend goodbye forever” or “Why aren’t you like that dom guy who just showed us his submissive’s panties?” The uppermost thing in my mind was that Geoffrey had in an instant scored both of us a huge amount of money, because it was apparent that Chaser had just been introduced to a level of BDSM he hadn’t contemplated before, and it was clear that he wanted it very badly.

Finally, he said to Geoffrey, “Do you spank her?”

Lia started at the words, again unreadably, as if in the impression that Chaser might be asking for advice on how to handle a girlfriend.

“When she’s naughty,” said Geoffrey drily.

At that point, Lia showed her hand. “Did you get spanked today?” she asked, directly to me.

I hesitated, thinking that this moment was probably a very big decision-point for me. I could either go to work for Geoffrey now, or walk away. As before, my body’s call, together with my growing intellectual understanding of the non-erotic reasons I really wanted to submit to him, was simply too great for me to disobey it; the decision was no decision.

I turned to Geoffrey, who was looking at me. I thought I saw pride in his eyes to my gratified surprise. “Sir, may I answer?”

Chaser gasped again. A wave of triumph swept through me and made me take a kind of deep breath of pride. It felt marvelous. We had him in the palm of Geoffrey’s hand, and it would never have happened without me.

“Yes, sweetie,” said Geoffrey, letting the pride into his voice.

I turned to Lia. “Yes,” I said. “And I was caned for the first time.”

“Why?” asked Chaser, apparently unable to contain his excitement at the thought.

“I was disobedient.”

“How?” asked Lia.

“I’m not allowed to touch my pussy, but I did.”

“And you were late,” said Geoffrey.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

Then the best part of all happened. Chaser said to Geoffrey with an attempt at a suave tone, “Do you ever… let anyone else spank her?”

Geoffrey chuckled. “Chloe’s bottom belongs to me, I’m afraid. But let me just say that I’m quite good at reading certain kinds of signs, and I’m 99% certain that Lia here needs a sound spanking.” I looked at Lia, whose dark, suntanned skin had just become noticeably darker. “You may even be the guy to give it to her,” Geoffrey added.

Then he looked at me. “Alright, sweetheart,” he said, “it’s time to go home. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” He looked back at Chaser. “Have Joe call me Monday and tell me what your shooting schedule is like.” Chaser had his eyes fixed on Lia’s, and he turned back just for an instant to say, “Yeah, okay, will do—thanks, man,” and to give us a little wave.

We walked in silence for a while from Copley Square towards his house. Finally, he said, “I’m really proud of you, Chloe.”

I felt the familiar flush of pleasure. “Thank you, sir.” After a few more steps as I tried to figure out what to say next, I finally ventured, “May I speak freely, sir?”

Geoffrey chuckled. “Yes, young lady, you may speak freely.”

“That was incredible. That’s the first thing I wanted to say.”

“And the second?”

“You have to give me time to process what you did in Mistral.”

“Of course.”

“I mean… I mean, it was incredible, but it poses a pretty serious question for me. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“I think I can just say it: there’s a part of me that loved it… just… loved it.” I felt myself blushing.

“You mean, it made you wet.”

The blush got hotter. “Yes.”

“But?”

“Should I let that part of me make my life decisions?”

“Not by itself, no.”

That brought me up a little short. “Explain?” I asked.

“Certainly, you can’t—you mustn’t—let your libido make your decisions on its own. Libidos are notoriously bad at calculating possible consequences. But you also mustn’t—at least if you’re going to take my advice or hang out with me for the indefinite future—exclude it from your decision-making. We humans need sex to be happy—or maybe not all of us, but I do, and I can tell that you do too. Take it for whatever you think it’s worth, but there aren’t that many guys who can give you what you really need. There may be a lot who want to—I’ll grant that—including Chaser back there. And I’m not even saying I’m in the select group of those who can give Chloe Revkin what she needs. I’m just saying that I recommend, based on ten years more experience or so, that when you have a guy who—let me just flatter myself for a moment—seems like he might be able to give you what you really want erotically and seems like he may be qualified also to give you what you want in other departments, you should stick with it as long as possible.”

I walked on in silence. “Okay,” I finally said. “I need more time, but that will work for tonight.” I paused, then whispered, “Sir.”

Geoffrey put his arm around my waist. “I’m very glad to hear it, slut. It will make fucking you so much more enjoyable.”

I felt dizzy, and the moisture that seemed now to be at his beck and call made walking in the lace thong even more interesting than it had been before. I thought of him lifting the hem of the beautiful red dress, of the feeling of the sudden rush of air down there, of the look on Chaser and Lia’s faces when they saw my panties and garter belt. I thought,
I love Geoffrey King.
Then I thought, y
ou love a guy who exposed you, without your consent, to those people at a restaurant? What?

And finally,
I think so? Enough to see what it’s like to have him enslave me in his bed for a night and then see what I feel like in the morning? And, excuse me, I did consent to playing in public sometimes.

As we approached Geoffrey’s house from the direction of the Public Garden, down Marlborough Street, he told me what he required of me. “When we get inside, you will take off your shoes and go straight upstairs. You may use the bathroom if you need to. Then you’ll kneel in front of my bed, waiting for me. While you wait, please consider why it is that I want you upon your knees and why it is that you want to be there.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

He walked into the room and came towards me until he loomed above me and I had to crane my neck to look into his eyes. With his right hand, he gently seized my head, his fingers weaving into my hair, and turned it so that he could bring my cheek against the fly of his wool trousers.

“Do you feel the hardness there, Chloe?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you like to have my cock in your mouth again?”

I swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“I think I’m willing to conduct a little review session myself,” he said, with a hint of mockery. “You may lower my pants and my underwear.”

Why “may”? I thought, as with trembling fingers I fumbled at his belt buckle.

“That’s alright,” he said gently. “It’s your first time. That’s why you’re in white lace. Relax, Chloe.”

Why “may”? Because a command to suck his cock wasn’t necessary. As his slut, the only thing that prevented me from having his cock inside me every waking moment was that I wasn’t allowed. When I was allowed to take my master’s penis in my mouth, it was an inevitability that I would; there was nothing in the world I should want more than to please him thus.

His belt was unbuckled now. I fumbled a bit with the unfamiliar, masculine pant-fastening, but with a little experimental tugging, I got it open, while Geoffrey made good-humored sounds of a soothing nature—with a gratifying admixture of his little turned-on grunts as he felt my face coming closer and closer to his cock.

I could see it now, pushing out his boxers, and I breathed in deeply to smell his Geoffrey-smell. It smelled like sex and wickedness. I kissed the front of his boxers where I thought the head of him was, and he rested his hand lightly on the top of my head and bent his knees a little, trying to get my face where he wanted it. I was his little cock-slut, and I felt like my face should be where he put it, so I kissed and kissed and kissed there.

“Lower my pants and underwear, now, girl,” he said with a tiny hint of impatience that thrilled me. I took the waistband of both in my hands and stripped them down all the way and felt a sort of erotic electric shock at the sight of his cock springing free and swaying over me.

“Open that mouth and put your tongue out like I taught you this afternoon,” Geoffrey said, and I really felt that it was a review session and that I was being trained for his pleasure. The thought, all by itself, made me whimper as I complied. His left hand went firmly around the base of my neck while with his right he laid the head of his penis on my tongue. His right hand joined his left, holding me firmly. I felt the fluttery fear, and then he was sheathing himself in me completely as I gagged, saying “Shh… shh… take it, Chloe… take it, sweet girl.”

Just when I thought I might actually start to choke, Geoffrey pulled out. “Good girl,” he said. “You’ll get better and better.” He bent down and took the shoulder straps of my beautiful red dress in his hands and lowered them off my shoulders to expose the beautiful lacy bra. He reached his hands down and held my breasts possessively. He worked his thumbs over the lace and down inside to play with my nipples. I cried out as if he had struck me at the intensity of the pleasure he was forcing upon me.

Geoffrey took the shoulder straps of the bra and pulled them, too, down my upper arms. I was bound—lightly, but bound all the same—by the straps around my elbows. I shivered at the symbolic and elegant bondage that Geoffrey seemed able to create from thin air: my master had bound my arms to my sides.

“Stay here, please,” he said. “Just like this.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. I could see myself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and the sight took my breath away: Chloe Revkin, submissive to a powerful man, taken in hand by him. Sexy red dress, even sexier lingerie. Ready for fucking, kneeling here where she had been told to kneel because she knew she needed fucking. And because he wanted to give it to her, whether she liked it or not.