A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (12 page)

"Good,
now I'm going to give you a little leniency on this tonight, because it was
your first time, and I should have warned you that I was about to cum. I am
going to warm up that sexy little ass of yours though, to make sure you
remember what I expect of you in the future."

Carla
tensed at his words and lowered her eyes. He was going to hit her, the thought
made her more than a little wary.

"Baby,
I want you to look at me." He waited for her to look at him before continuing.
"This isn't really a punishment, just a reminder. Now I want you to lie
over my lap and hang your hands down until they touch the floor." He
patted himself to show her where he wanted her.

Nervously
she slid off the couch and lowered herself over his legs. Her hands reached
down to the floor, where she clasped them together. Though she tried to relax,
the muscles in her legs and buttocks tensed; she knew he had large hands and
was sure what he was about to do would hurt. He caught her by surprise when instead
of hitting her he began to gently knead her cheeks.

He could
feel the tension in her as his hands squeezed and toyed with her cheeks, and
knew he would have to go easy on her, for her first time. She needed to be
broken in, since it was something he did for pleasure with other submissives,
but he realized if he went too fast or too hard with her he ran the risk of
missing out on teaching her other pleasures.

Stopping
his groping he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her cheek. He
didn't do it hard, just hard enough to leave a red mark, roughly the size of
his hand; he then massaged the spot where the blow had landed.

Carla
flexed her butt cheek; the slap hadn't really hurt, it had been more of a
sting, but the second smack was harder and she gasped in response to it. A
second time he stopped to massage where he had struck her, then it seemed like
open season; in quick succession he brought his hand down a dozen times. Each
smack was a little harder than the one before it, and she squirmed under the
assault until tears rolled down her cheeks.

It wasn't
so much the pain that brought tears to her eyes and made her want to cry out
for him to stop, it was the humiliation of being punished in such a manner.
Even as a child she hadn't been punished physically, but she was sure it would
have made no difference if she had; she was an adult, and here she was being
treated like a child. The tears fell from her cheeks to the floor of the
dungeon.

"You
did very good, baby," Jason told her when he was finished. He was
surprised she hadn't asked him to stop, he'd expected her to, but it pleased
him that she had kept quiet, other than to gasp in pain towards the end. For
someone not used to his lifestyle she was responding to it far better than many
of the others he had trained.

Rolling
her over her pulled her into his arms; cradling her against his chest he wiped
the tears from her cheeks. "I think that's enough for tonight, let's go up
to my room." He lifted her off his lap and held her as he stood, setting
her on her feet when he was on his own. "Get dressed."

Carla was
surprised to hear that they were going to his room. She hadn't known what was
going to happen that night, but she had expected to be sent home after it was
over, which his words indicated it was. Though her ass throbbed, her heart soared.

She
dressed quickly, trying to hide how pleased his remark had made her.

He could
see she was doing her best not to show her pleasure, but it was there on her
face, and it brought a smile to his own. A smile whose arrival worried him
slightly; he was always in control of his emotions, whether in business or
training a new submissive, but he could feel a large crack forming in his
normally cold heart when it came to the innocent young woman before him.

Dismissing
his concerns as something to be dealt with another time he lifted her into his
arms and carried her upstairs. She was so slight that it took no effort and
soon enough they were in his bedroom, where he set her down before undressing
quickly. "Get out of that, baby, I want to make love to that beautiful
body."

She wanted
the same thing and quickly slid the dress over her head and removed her
underwear. She was still uncomfortable being naked in front of a man, but after
the events of that night she didn't even think about it.

"Lie
down in the center of the bed, put your hands over your head and spread your
legs." Though her face was as red as her backside, she didn't hesitate to
obey. "Now don't move," he instructed her as his fingers slid between
her thighs and into her core, he gave a groan of relief when he discovered she
was ready for him, he wasn't sure he could have waited.

Moving
between her legs he thrust himself inside her, without warning or pause, until
he was buried to the hilt and they were groin to groin. Immediately he pulled
back and thrust himself into her again and again, rapidly picking up his pace.

He had no
patience for sweet easy lovemaking just then, he needed a release, and he
fucked her with abandon. He took her hard and fast, ignoring the moans prompted
by the pounding of her sore cheeks against the mattress.

Having
already cum once just a short while before it took longer than normal for him
to reach his climax, and by the time he had Carla had come undone twice in his
arms. Both times she screamed his name so loud he was glad he had a large house
to himself, and there were only his servants, who were used to such noises, to
hear.

Finally
satiated he pulled himself from her and rolled over onto his back, drawing her
into his arms so her head rested on his heaving chest. "You pleased me
greatly tonight, sweetheart." He kissed her on the top of her head.
"Now sleep."

The events
of the night had tired her and she soon drifted off, despite the burning of her
cheeks, which she had felt certain would make sleep impossible, and the way her
mind was buzzing from everything that had happened. She closed her eyes,
expecting to be awake for ages, and the next thing she knew it was morning.

The
blaring of the alarm woke her, eliciting a groan of dismay for the dream that
had been disturbed; a dream that had been more erotic than any other she could
remember.

While she
kept her eyes closed tight and tried to burrow back under the covers, refusing
to acknowledge that it was morning already, Jason slid out of bed with his
usual enthusiasm. "Come on, baby, let's get you cleaned up before I have
to leave." He grinned as she reluctantly slid from the bed and followed
him to the bathroom; she was clearly not a morning person.

The warm
spray and his gentle fingers relaxed her to the point where she nearly drifted
off to sleep again. She was forced to keep one hand against the side of the
cubicle to remain upright. It was only when he began shaving her downy curls,
doing so without any warning, that she came fully awake, not sure what he was
doing down there until she looked. It was an effort on her part to remain still
while he worked, but she forced herself to, since she didn't wish to be cut by
the razor he was using.

When he
was finished he washed the skin there. It felt strange to look down and see
herself as she hadn't been for more than a decade, but when his tongue delved
between her lips, any thoughts she had on her new look were quickly pushed
aside by overwhelming passion.

She came
quickly and was still recovering from the internal explosion when he finished
washing them both off, doing so with a speed that left her breathless. He then
pulled her from the shower and positioned her, still dripping wet, over the
bathroom counter.

It was a
new experience for her, to see him in the mirror behind her as he took her
savagely; fucking her with such force that her knees almost buckled and she had
to hold onto the counter to remain on her feet.

By the
time he came undone she had enjoyed her second orgasm of the morning and sleep
was the last thing on her mind. Though she had given no thought to it as he
entered her, she was relieved to see him pull off a condom and toss it into the
wastebasket when he withdrew. She hadn't seen him put it on.

The water
was still running, such had been his need to take her and he pulled her back
under the cascading water. Carla was stunned at how easily he had aroused her
body from her usual early morning lethargy to an adrenaline high that she was
sure wouldn't wear off for another hour at least.

"Get
dressed, sweetheart; before I decide to take you again." Stepping from the
shower, Jason wrapped his lower body in a towel and made for the bedroom,
leaving her standing under the flowing water ogling him.

When she
finally made it back into the bedroom she found he was already fully dressed.
"Bring a change of clothes when you come tonight," he told her as he
sat down on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. "Nine o'clock, don't
make me wait." With his shoes on he crossed the room to her, grabbing her
hair he pulled her head back and kissed her deeply before letting her go so
quickly she had to catch her balance. "Clothes, now!"

Her mind
reeled at the suddenness of his action and she hurriedly dressed. She barely
had time to catch her breath before he led her downstairs and out the front
door; they hadn’t even taken the time to have breakfast, which startled her.
When they stepped outside he got his first glimpse of her old pickup truck.

"This
is what you're driving?" He was not at all happy with the rusty heap she
called a vehicle. At her nod he shook his head and pulled her toward his
garage. "Not any longer; it doesn't look safe and I don't like it. You can
have one of mine." He pushed a button on his key chain and the garage doors
opened, revealing three sporty cars.

He walked
over to the wall and pulled down a key ring. "Take the yellow one, it
suits you." Holding the keys out he waited for her to take them.

Her mouth
fell open slightly as she looked at the Lamborghini in stunned amazement.
"I can't take this, Sir." She shook her head even as she looked
longingly at the gorgeous ride.

"You
can take it, and you will, because it pleases me, and I won't take no for
answer, am I understood?" His face darkened momentarily, not liking that
she was willing to deny him over something that, to him, was so insignificant.

"But,
sir, it's too much." She didn't like arguing with him, but the gift, even
if it was only temporary, was way over the top. Biting her lip nervously she
lowered her eyes, aware that she was making him angry.

"You
will take the car and drive home, now, because if you don't I am going to be
late and your sexy little ass is going to be burning, instead of enjoying the
feel of the leather seat in my gift." He grabbed her hand and turned it
over, pressing the keys into her palm before closing her fingers over them.
"I'll have the paperwork signed over to you during the day."

Carla
couldn't speak, she was in shock, not just from the appearance of his Dom
persona at that time, but because she had thought the car was too much as a
loan, to hear that he was simply going to give her the car was overwhelming.
She didn't need to know how much the car had cost him to realize that it was
worth more than all four years tuition of her degree course.

As he
opened the driver's door and held it for her she slid into the soft buttery
leather seat, not sure how to react to his ability to be both generous and
domineering at the same time.

"Drive
safe, and no speeding tickets." His eyes were cold as he shut the door.

It took
her a few moments to work out how to adjust the seat and wing mirrors; he was
so much taller than her that there was no way she could have reached the pedals
from where the seat was. Unnerved by his apparent dislike of being denied, on
anything, her hand shook as she slid the key into the ignition. The engine
turned over at once and after finding reverse she slowly backed out of the
garage.

She
honestly didn't want the car, not only did she consider it too extravagant a
gift, especially after they had only spent two nights together, but she was
terrified of damaging it. There was also the fact that she didn't have anything
like the money it would take to run the car, let alone insure it; she hated to
think how much it was going to cost just to keep the tank topped up.

Despite
her misgivings, and her uncertainty about the gift, Carla realized there was no
point in even attempting to discuss the matter with Jason again. His reaction
to her declining the offer in the first place was enough to convince her that
he wouldn't listen if she brought it up; instead would almost certainly
discipline her.

As she
drove home she found she had to concentrate hard on her speed, the slightest
touch of her toe on the gas pedal and the car picked up speed like she was on a
race track gunning for the finish line.

By the
time she reached the campus Carla found herself admitting that it was the most
incredible car she'd ever ridden in, let alone driven, and it was amazing to
her that Jason had gifted it to her. His attitude as he gave her the gift
however left her wondering what the hell she'd gotten herself into though; she
couldn't believe he could change so quickly.