A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (13 page)

Driving
through the campus toward the parking lot for her dorm she got more than a few
admiring looks from the guys she passed, though she was sure it was car they
were admiring, not her. When she finally parked, doing so cautiously out of
fear of scratching the paint, she got out and quickly hit the button for the
alarm. She was terrified by the thought of something happening to the car.

It didn't
take her long to reach her room, but the whole way there she worried that
something might have already happened to the expensive gift she'd been given.
Walking through the door she took out her phone and dropped onto the couch. She
needed to talk to her best friend about the strange end to the morning and was
glad when Scarlett answered after just a couple of rings.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You
mean he just gave you a sports car?" Scarlett asked, an incredulous and
slightly jealous look on her face as she sat at the kitchen island to sip at
her coffee.

"It's
not about the car, Scarlett, which I'm sure is worth more than all my student
loans, it's how he acted when I didn't want to take it." She paced the
small kitchen, feeling like she was in well over her head.

"Honey,
Jason is a control freak, that's why he's a Dom; of course he wanted you to
take the car without question." Scarlett laughed at her friend's naivety;
she had a lot to learn about doms.

"I
feel like he's buying me off, and I don't like it." She shuddered, and
stopped pacing long enough to brace her hands against the island as she lowered
her head miserably.

"Do
you know how many girls would give just about anything to be in your position,
to have some guy give them a sports car?" She couldn't understand why her
friend was freaking out.

"I'm
not like those other girls, and I don't like the idea that he's paying me to be
with him." The thought disturbed her, and more than a little. She wanted
to be with Jason, she didn't like the thought of not being with him, but being
paid for it was something that didn't sit well with her.

"I
seriously doubt he sees it that way, Carla. He's a very generous man, and toys
like that, well, they just don't mean as much to him as they would to you. With
the money he's got a car like that is nothing, he can replace it any time he
wants, hell he could afford to give away a Lamborghini every week and not think
about it.

"Think
of it like you buying, oh I don't know, buying me a coffee. You'd do that
without thinking about it because to you a coffee doesn't cost much; well to
him, that car doesn't cost much." Scarlett didn't really understand, she
knew plenty of girls who would be willing to do a lot more than Carla had up to
then in exchange for a gift like she had received.

"I
guess you're right, it's just a difference in status thing, but a gift like
that blows me away." Carla felt her resolve begin to weaken and taking a
deep breath she tried to calm the part of her mind that screamed it was wrong
of her to accept the gift.

"Trust
me on this, if he wants to pamper you, let him. It's not going to hurt his bank
account, and fighting over it won't do you any good. In the end you'll accept
his gifts, and refusing, even temporarily, will only hurt his feelings."
She knew just how intense Jason could be when he wanted something, but as
intense as he could be he also enjoyed pampering his pets.

Carla
doubted Scarlett could understand where she was coming from. Her entire life
her friend had been spoiled, and given material things, mostly as bribes from
her absentee father, and if not from him then from boyfriends, so it came
naturally to her. At the same time she could appreciate what Scarlett was
saying, for someone with Jason's money, a car was no different than the
numerous things she had bought for friends over the years. "I'm sure
you're right, Scarlett," she said finally. "I was just overwhelmed by
it."

"Good,
now that that's settled, let's go take a spin in your new car." As far as Scarlett
was concerned, the conversation was over. Carla understood that Jason enjoyed
giving her things, and she should accept them happily.

They drove
around until it was time for Carla to get ready for work. The whole time she
forced herself to smile; the car was incredible, there was no denying that, she
just hoped her conscience would settle down and stop worrying so much about
being given such a valuable gift.

The eight
hours she spent at work passed with her in a daze, but by the time she made it
back to her dorm to get ready to see Jason again she had managed to calm down.

Her
concerns over the cost of the gift Jason had given her, and its implications,
were pushed from her mind the moment she got into the car to drive to his place.
They were replaced by thoughts of what was going to happen that night; she was
consumed by the possibilities, and scenarios ran through her mind like someone
had turned on a projector screen in there. Everything that Jason and Scarlett
had told her of the lifestyle, not to mention the things she'd witnessed that
first night, threw up images that left her both nervous and excited.

When she
arrived the butler opened the door and led her straight down to the dungeon,
where he told her Jason would be with her momentarily. Remembering the
instructions she'd been given she self-consciously waited until the butler had
gone and then crossed to the changing room to undress.

She was
trembling nervously as she walked back out of the room and knelt awkwardly
where he'd told her to wait. She knelt as she would under any other
circumstances, but had no idea if that was right, or if there was some special
way she was supposed to be kneeling. She hoped she was doing it right, she
didn't want to be punished again, and certainly not for something as silly as
kneeling wrong.

When Jason
entered the dungeon, still dressed in his suit, her breath caught in her
throat. Even though she was embarrassed by her humiliating position before the
cross, she couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of him. He looked both
formidable and sexy, and she wanted him to take her, right there and then.

He didn't
speak for several minutes; he just walked around her slowly, enjoying the sight
of her beautiful body. "I like seeing you this way," he said finally,
all business as one hand went to stomach and the other to her back,
straightening her posture. Lifting her chin so her head was up he commanded her
curtly, "lower your eyes." His large hands moved down her body then
to the insides of her thighs, which he pushed apart. "Keep your legs open,
like this, so I can touch what is mine. I want nothing preventing me access to
what is mine unless I give you permission. Understand?"

"Yes,
Sir," Carla responded quickly, enjoying the feel of his hands on her.

He pushed
her hair back over her shoulders so his eyes could feast on her breasts.
"This is how I want you." His hand cupped one of her breasts, enjoying
the way he could encompass the entire breast in just one hand, and the way her
nipple hardened instantly at his touch. "Tonight, sweet girl, I am going
to film you. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you submit to
me."

His words provoked
a sharp intake of breath from her; she was still getting used to being naked in
front of him, and the thought of him filming her while she was undressed made
her distinctly uncomfortable. "Sir?" she whispered softly, not sure
if she was allowed to talk or not.

"I'll
allow you to talk this time, Carla, but understand that it's only because you
are new to this. In the future, unless you plan on using your safe words, you
don't speak without my permission. Now, what questions do you have in that sexy
little mind of yours?"

He was in
complete Dom mode, she noted, and that made her reluctant to speak, but she
knew she had to. "Will anyone else see this tape, Sir?" she asked.
She had heard of too many instances where girls had allowed themselves to be
videoed or photographed by people they thought they could trust, only to find
those images being shared around, or worse yet, being posted on the internet.
The thought of something like that terrified her, not least because it could
have a massively negative effect on her future employment prospects.

He
chuckled at her question. "Baby, unless I personally invite someone in on
our time together, you can be assured I won't be sharing you with anyone."

For a
moment she was relieved, and then the rest of his statement sank in. "You
would invite someone in with us, Sir?" She hadn't considered that as a
possibility before and the thought of someone else not only seeing her naked
body, but perhaps touching it, made her tremble.

"Enough,
Carla; if I choose to do that then it will happen, but you have your safety
nets in place should you be uncomfortable with it. This discussion is over now,
are we clear?"

Excuse me
for breathing, she thought angrily, not liking his high-handed attitude.
"Yes, Sir, as you command," she said before she could stop herself.
The moment the words were out she realized it was a mistake.

"I
can see someone took their smartass pill before coming over tonight. It seems
we need a little attitude adjustment before we begin." Though he kept his
face straight and didn't show any of it, he was amused by her attitude, and
privately willing to admit that he was being a little unfair on her.

Despite
his amusement at her response, he knew he had to show her who was in control.
She might be new to the lifestyle, and still learning, but she needed to know
what behavior was and wasn't acceptable.

"Stand
up." He didn't wait for her to comply, he grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her up until she was on her feet, ignoring the gasp of pain his action
prompted.

A tremor
of fear moved through Carla as she was hauled unceremoniously to her feet. It
was clear she had overstepped some invisible boundary. Briefly she considered
pulling herself free, if that was actually possible, and running for it, rather
than face whatever punishment he was about to dish out. She also thought about
using her safe word. She quickly dismissed those ideas however, doing either
would mean the ten nights were up and she really didn't want that, despite the
situation just then.

Stiffening
her resolve she told herself that whatever he was about to do to her, she could
take it.

He didn't
miss the change in her demeanor and hid his smile at the thought of how easily
he could break her, if he chose to do so. "Since you obviously have issues
controlling your mouth, I think you need to understand what happens to naughty little
girls who don't do what they're told." He thought for a second she was
going to react to him suggesting she was a child, her body stiffened and her
lips parted as though she was about to say something. She obviously thought
better of the impulse however for she closed her mouth and kept quiet.

"Lean
over the bench, girl." He watched as she struggled to position herself
over the angled leather bench. It forced her heart-shaped ass up in the air and
left her lower body leaning forward, pointed towards the floor. "You'll
feel two small handlebars by your hands, take hold of them." He waited
until she grabbed the small bars then continued. "Nice view from this
angle, sweetheart," he chuckled. "Now don't move, or this is going to
be much worse for you."

Once she
was positioned how he wanted her he walked over to a cupboard and took out a
riding crop and leather paddle. He wasn't sure which he would use, perhaps
both, he thought, depending on how she responded.

Making his
way back over to the couch he dropped both the riding crop and the paddle at
his feet. His hands went to her firm ass and he massaged her cheeks while he
spoke to her in a firm but low voice. "This isn't for fun, little girl, I
don't like you talking back to me; when we're done here I expect you to
remember the lesson." He continued kneading her flesh. "Tell me your
safe words." He wanted to make sure she understood she could stop things
if it became overwhelming.

His little
speech had her trembling in fear, despite her resolve of just a minute or so
before, and it took her overstimulated mind a few seconds to remember.
"Yellow and red, Sir," she answered once she brought the words to
mind, afraid now of what he was about to do.

"Good
girl." He reached down and picked up the leather paddle. He rubbed it in
small circles over her butt cheeks for a few seconds before raising it and
bringing it down hard.

She cried
out at the unexpected pain, and gripped the bars tighter. This definitely
wasn't a feeling she enjoyed, she thought as her ass throbbed.

"Are
you going to open that pretty little mouth to me like that again, little
girl?" Bringing down the paddle on her other cheek he enjoyed the splash
of red that stained her pale ass while he waited for her to speak.

"N-no,
S-sir," she whimpered, her backside burned and she tensed, waiting for the
hated thing to land again.

"I'm
sure you won't." He brought the paddle down again and again in increasing
intensity, until her beautiful ass was a bright crimson. He enjoyed the sight,
and was impressed that she hadn't used her words to end it.

With the
paddle held loosely at his side he used his free hand to massage her flesh
lightly. Noting how she tensed he decided he'd gone far enough for one night.
She was much more resilient than he'd initially thought, that pleased him
greatly. "Do you need me to remind you some more, or have you learned your
lesson?" He was ready to end things but she needed to be the one that
broke.

Carla
fought against the urge to sob uncontrollably at the burning pain. She knew it
was childish, but she refused to let him win. "N-no, Sir!" She was
past ready for the agony to end, but her pride wouldn't let her concede defeat.
She didn't like the fact that he'd brought her to the point of tears, and
burning ass or not, she was not going to back down, as far as she was concerned
she hadn't done anything wrong.