Beck And Call (8 page)

protuberance. From one of the stories, she knew that

was meant to tease her clit while the rest was in her

pussy. At the blunt end, a three foot cord attached to a

remote. Lightly bouncing the clips on a chain in her

palm she chewed her bottom lip. Was she ready for

what she thought these were for? She felt her nipples

pucker. Well, part of her was! She pulled out the small

black cell phone. It seemed a rather basic device. It was

a phone, nothing else. Under the phone had been a

piece of paper. Taking it out, she saw a small bottle. A

sexual lubricant. Oh, God, she stared, mind spinning.

What on earth was she doing? Nipple clamps, a vibrator

and… hands shaking, she opened the note.

Submissive,

This phone can only make two calls—to 9-1-1 and to

a phone I have. Tonight is the first of many lessons. Call

me so we can begin. Hit ‘spd’ 1.

Your Dominant

Serena swallowed. This was it. She had to call him

and, despite whatever plans he might have made, tell

him she wasn’t available tonight.

Taking a deep breath, but not wanting to delay the

situation, she quickly hit speed dial. She heard two

rings and then a gravelly voice.

“Good evening, Serena.”

“Good evening,” she whispered. Serena realized he

was using a device so she would recognize his voice. “I

don’t know what you had planned, but …”

“What is it?” he prompted when she fell silent.

“Serena, don’t be afraid of me. And don’t lie to me.”

“A friend of mine is going through a horrible break-

up with her boyfriend,” Serena shivered as she

remembered what Debbie had whispered to her over the

phone. “He cheated on her.”

“She’s sure of this?”

“She caught him in bed with him.”

“He was hiding his sexuality?”

“Half of it,” she sighed, crossing her legs as she sat

on the mattress. “He’d hoped to seduce her into being

part of a threesome. Claire’s background is more

conservative than mine and that’s not something she

can handle.”

“Meaning you wouldn’t be part of one with me?”

Serena nearly dropped the phone. That had never

occurred to her. There had been a few stories in both

books about threesomes, but she hadn’t paid much

attention to them.

“Serena?”

“I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that,” she

admitted.

“Because of what you think or because of society?”

“Because of what I think,” she responded, realizing

that society probably would not approve of this

relationship.

“I can respect that,” answered the voice. “So how

does your friend’s dilemma interrupt tonight?”

“Claire and Debbie are coming over for a chick-flick

marathon in about thirty minutes,” Serena replied,

bracing herself for his anger. “We usually have them

every three or four weeks and…” she sighed. “I’m sorry,

but Claire really needs me.”

“And I don’t?”

She grimaced, but was relieved that there didn’t

seem to be any rage in his voice. Just disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Well, taking care of your friends is part of your

charm.”

There was a long silence. Serena held her breath

and finally had to speak.

“Are you angry?”

“Not so much angry as disappointed.” He sighed. “I

had quite a night planned.”

She closed her eyes and whimpered slightly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Perhaps now would be a good time to set some

ground rules,” he said slowly.

“Such as?”

“First, before you make future commitments, you

will contact me. Obviously, tonight wasn’t something

you could expect. I heard something had happened to

Claire. Not the details, of course. Men don’t usually

concern themselves with the details of a relationship

unless it’s their own.”

“Wait a second,” Serena interrupted. “You heard?

You do work in the building then? Or even the

company? I thought so, otherwise you wouldn’t have

been able to put the books on…” Her voice trailed off.

The second book had been
inside
her locked desk

drawer. Maybe five people knew for certain where she

kept her extra key. Maybe another five could make

educated guesses. “How the hell did you get the book
in

my desk drawer? Who are you? What do you want from

me?”

“I’ll answer only the last question.”

“No, I—”

“Serena, I have very good reasons for not telling

you who I am. I realize it’s a lot to ask, but I need you to

trust me.”

“I want to,” she forced the words out. “But I haven’t

had much luck trusting men.”

“Bad relationships?”

“Yes.”

There was a slight pause.

“Personal or professional?”

Serena felt her jaw drop. Was he psychic? Who was

he? How on earth could he even guess that? She

couldn’t think of anything at work that would even hint

of an issue with men. None that had become public

knowledge, at least.

“Serena? From your silence, I’m going to guess that

it was a bit of both.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Serena, I can tell you’re dying to ask me

something. Ask it.”

“Do I know you? Do I see you every day?”

“Yes, you know me.”

Serena pulled her legs up and wrapped her free arm

around them. This man was someone she knew.

Someone she worked with. There was no telling what he

knew about her. Or, she realized, what she knew about

him, if she knew who he was. Shaking, she rested her

head on her knees.

“Are you involved with someone? Are you in a

relation—”

“No,” he answered abruptly. “I owe nothing to any

woman. Or man,” he added, considering what she had

said about Claire. “I understand your fears, Serena.

Let’s go through a few basic questions so I get a better

idea of where things stand. I don’t want to assume

something

about

you

and

frighten

you

or

unintentionally hurt you. I need to know just what

sexual experiences you’ve had. All right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, feeling slightly reassured.

“First question?”

“Have you ever been blindfolded or bound during

sex?”

“No, nor spanked or—”

“Let me ask the questions.”

“Sorry,” she winced, although he sounded more

amused than irritated.

“But I’ll make a note of that,” he murmured. “So

you’ve really only been involved in vanilla sex.”

“What does that mean?”

“Mostly you on the bottom, him on top. Every now

and then, you would be on top. That about describe it?”

“Except for me being on top. I’ve only had sex with

two men. Once in high school and neither of us knew

what we were doing. And,” she exhaled noisily, “the last

one told me I wasn’t very good at sex. He said I didn’t

seem to enjoy it or know what to do or anything.”

“Did he know he was practically your first lover?”

“Yes.”

“In other words, he threw away an opportunity to be

your teacher and set the bar for anyone else,” he

observed. “So, if you have no objections, I will teach

you.”

“I’ve no objections,” she replied. “But I’ve no idea

what I’m getting into.”

“Have you read any of the second book?”

“Just a few of the pages you marked.”

“All right, then. At the most obvious level, a

Dominant-submissive relationship is sexual with one

person in complete charge while the other does what he

or she is told. But there’s considerably more to it than

that. Each relationship is as different as the people.

Within a relationship, the partners decide what will

and will not happen. I will not humiliate you, privately

or publicly. I will spank you as discipline, not as

punishment or to hurt you. I will test your control. I will

push your sexual boundaries. I want you to tell me

when something feels uncomfortable or painful.”

“I will. And when it feels good.”

“Serena, your pleasure is my priority.”

His chuckle warmed her, and she felt a tug deep

inside. She swallowed as she felt her lower abdomen

curl up. Her pussy clenched. It was the same way she’d

felt as she read the stories. No, she realized, when she

read how a dominant took control of his/her submissive.

It was the need that had stirred when she read how a

submissive felt surrendering to the master. That was

what she longed for. This man truly wanted to teach

her sexual pleasure. She considered his words.

“Do you want anything beyond sex?”

“I would certainly like to explore the possibility of a

relationship beyond sex. That relationship would be

public, so I want to see how things go at this level first.”

“Because you don’t want to tell me who you are yet.”

“Precisely.” Pause. “Just a couple more questions.

Have you ever performed oral sex on a man? And did

you like it?”

“Yes, and I’m not sure. He liked it, so I guess I did

all right.”

“Did he let you pull back or make you swallow?”

Serena cringed as the harsh words rattled in her

brain.

“He was holding my head tightly and…”

“Shit,” he swore. “Serena, he was a bully. A man

doesn’t have the right to force a woman to do anything.

I will push you, but always remember that you make

the final decision.”

“I don’t understand,” she frowned. “You’re the one

in charge so…”

“As the submissive, you give me control, but you

always retain the right to stop things when you can’t

handle what we’re doing.”

Serena tightened her grip on the phone.

“What if I don’t say anything to stop you?”

“My responsibility is to put your safety first. Above

all else, I cannot lose control because I could risk

hurting you.”

For a long moment, Serena was quiet, trying to

absorb everything.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever done that,” she

whispered, having no idea how much emotion was in

her voice. “I don’t think anyone’s ever put me first like

that. I…I’m not sure how to react.”

“You don’t need to do anything. Just let me take

care of you.”

She brought the phone to where she could see it,

then slowly put it back to her ear. Take care of her.

How? For how long?

“What do you want from me?”

“For right now? I want to hear you orgasm from the

vibrator.”

The low timbre of his voice drew her in.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Do you have the vibrator there?”

“It’s in the box.” Her eyes went to the purple dildo.

“I’ve never used one.”

“Mm, I like the idea of that,” he chuckled. “Are you

dressed?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I just got home.”

“Put the call on speaker,” he instructed. “Press the

lower right button.”

“Got it,” she replied, pushing it.

“Now, take your clothes off and get comfortable on

your bed.”

“What?” she gasped.

“Serena, do what you were told. I’ll respect your

obligation to your friend tonight, but I insist on being

obeyed. We have very little time so stop wasting it.”

“All right,” she nodded, slipping off the bed.

“Tell me the sizes as you remove your clothes.”

Slowly, she told him as she removed each article of

clothes. Climbing up on the bed, she plumped the

pillows up behind her and settled down.

“Um, I’m on the bed,” she told him.

“Good girl,” he murmured approval. “Now, cover

your breasts with your hands and squeeze them.”

“I—”

“Just listen to my voice and do what I tell you

without questioning. Understand?”

“Yes…” She frowned. “What do I call you?”

“Master.”

“Wait a second,” she shook her head. “Your note

said you weren’t into the slave-master thing.”

“A dominant is still called ‘
master’
. Serena, are you

going to obey me or argue with me about everything?”

She swallowed at the hint of frustration in his voice.

The voice disrupter didn’t hide the tinge of irritation.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “This is new to me and I’m

going to have lots of questions.”

“And I’ll answer them,” he promised. “But not now.”

“Yes…master,” she answered hesitantly.

“Now,” he started again. “Lay back and cover your

breasts with your hands.”

Serena obeyed. The low, rough voice instructed her

and blindly she obeyed. Her fingers kneaded her

breasts. Soft, firm breasts swelled in her hands. As if