In Training (7 page)

"You have tried such?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"Fortunately, that's not your choice."

She jerked the cuffs, finding out too late how securely he'd bound her. Seth smirked and slid his hands down her thighs to cup her butt. The need for the straps holding her ankles to her thighs became blindingly clear as his thumbs brushed her anus--causing her feet to give a reflexive kick. The leather snapped, but that was all. Kick protection!

His smirk widened and he dropped his hands away from her.

She heard a crackle of plastic, then the sound of what could only have been the donning of medical gloves. She shuddered, something ugly twisting her guts.

"I'm not comfortable with this, Master."

"Are you allergic to latex?" he asked.

"No--I mean, yes! Yes, I am. In fact, I get a case of hives with every pap smear."

He paused, staring at her from between her knees. His eyes turned winter cold as his mouth hardened into a firm line. "Are you telling me to stop?"

And by stop he meant an end to everything. Her time with Seth would be done. "N-no, but--"

"I asked if you're allergic to latex."

Embarrassment kept her from further untruths. "No."

His gaze held hers, both a warning and a punishment, as he tested the fit of the gloves on his hands, the edges snapping closed on his writs. Flinching, she closed her eyes, unable to bear the weight of that stare for one moment longer.

Lube squished onto her body. Her eyes flew open at the touch of the cold gel on her labia and anus. She squirmed, unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the touch. "Why are you doing this?"

"Your future owner, whomever that may be, will have the right to use your body in any way he or she chooses. My job, as your trainer, is to ensure proper preparation of all three of your holes."

"Only three holes? What, you're not going to fuck my nose?"

He didn't glance up as he continued to spread the lube. "Your body is mine until you graduate, so technically, it's my nose. Furthermore, if I had any desire to explore your nasal cavity with my dick, I would be allowed such indulgences."

She found herself nearly speechless. "You can't be serious."

"I can't?"

She thought it best to be silent and was so, until his lubed fingers slid into her pussy. She gasped, flash-fire roaring across her nerves. Pleasure stormed her senses. She twisted against the straps, tugging against the cuffs. "That's not my butthole. Not that I'm complaining."

"I'm familiar with your anatomy."

He slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, stroking the nerves just inside and bringing her body to life with a tension that wasn't fear. Seth made a noise of hunger in his throat. She echoed the need, her own hunger rising--until his thumb brushed her anus. She jumped, the cuffs rattling against the bed frame, but Seth didn't stop. He massaged the small rosette, getting her used to the feel of anal contact, while distracting her body with his fingers in her cunt.

"You're not supposed to use the same finger when penetrating my bottom as when you're penetrating my--" She gasped as he moved his hand inside her pussy, causing stars of delight to dance across her vision. But wait, she wasn't done with her warning. "I'll get an infection."

"Broken toys are of little use to me."

She began to relax under the dual sensations. Perhaps a massage was his only intent, since this was her first time. If so, it really wasn't all that bad.

"It's dirty in there, you know."

"Hence the gloves," he answered.

Oh, jeez.

"The key is to bear down when you feel pressure," Seth instructed. "And to relax. Let your muscles accommodate. Your body knows what to do."

The unfamiliar touch had warmed while the discussion had occupied her mind. She fought against liking the act by trying to avoid his hand and curling her toes into the sheets. Her body resisted, urging her to press into the contact.

"Dicks don't fit," she thought to mention. "It's a very small hole, if you hadn't noticed."

"Bigger stuff comes out."

Oh, jeez!

Abby tugged against the bindings. Less activity in her pussy and more activity against her anus hadn't lessened the flickers of pleasure dancing along her nerves like fireflies in the night. In truth, it had only transferred the sensation from one egress to the other. But anal sex wasn't okay. She whimpered, torn between surrender and rebellion.

"The goal is for you to enjoy this, li'l one." Seth's brogue roughened his voice and excitement had tightened his features.

He was gorgeous in a saturnine way, especially when he penetrated her virgin ass.

"Ah--no, it hurts."

"It's my pinky, girl. It's not hurting you."

"No, really, it hurts."

"Relax. Breathe. Concentrate on the delights and bear down. Allow the expansion. Your body does this every day. Let it do what it does."

She squirmed. Her body didn't struggle; her mind did. "This isn't right."

"Everything between a responsible master and a slave is right."

As if to prove his point, he adjusted his penetration to apply pressure to the sensitive membrane of her ass as he plundered her with his pinky. She gasped and panted, trying hard to obey and relax. A moment later, Seth ducked beneath the bar holding her legs apart and put his mouth to her cleft.

Pleasure stormed her, blending the nip of almost-pain from her rear with the delight of his tongue lapping into her pussy. Hunger tightened the muscles of her legs and feet. She jerked against the cuffs. Leather snapped and metal jingled. Spirals of tension seized her spine as threads of fire leapt between her tightened nipples and her pelvis; her eyes fluttered closed as she bit her bottom lip to stifle her moans of enjoyment.

This was dirty and unwholesome and frankly not okay.

Yet, she liked it.

His tongue flicked at her clit, drawing a wail of rapture from her throat before he again closed his lips around the bundle of nerves. He licked and suckled, teasing and tasting and giving her no moment to gather her senses. She sobbed and moaned and gloried, bearing down on the pressure in her ass, her hips rocking as she danced on the edge of pain, but in the grips of unspeakable pleasure.

Seth laved his tongue along her honey-slick slit before again teasing her clitoris. She bowed up from the bed with a chocked and a gasp. Her body shivered; her inner muscles quivered.

"Ah, yes," she said on a moan.

He feasted greedily at her cleft before sending his tongue deep inside her pussy. He nuzzled against her clit, nodding against her, teasing her nubbin with his nose, while tantalizing her cunt with his tongue. She moaned and rocked against him, straining to be closer.

The leathers snapped and rattled. The back of his head bumped the spreader bar. He used lips and tongue on her pussy, delicious swipes across hyper-sensitive flesh, all the while working the sensitive membrane of her ass. She cried out, a helpless, strangled shriek.

Her hips began tiny flexions that told of her impending climax. The orgasmic storm brewed just over the horizon, relentlessly rolling toward her...taking her breath...tightening her world into nothing but pleasure.

"Yes...oh,
yes.
"

Seth raised his mouth from her and worked her ass, fucking her with a firm touch that offered her no escape. She came with a keening cry and a flutter of her muscles. She shook and trembled, a warm wash of liquid easing from her.

"Ogod, ogod, ogod!" she gasped over and over, her mind elsewhere as her body peaked.

Chuckling, Seth slowed his strokes, easing her down. He gently nipped the inside of one thigh. "You did fine, girl."

After a few moments spent tending to her after-care, he moved away, his finger sliding from her ass with a sound of slickness and lube. Dazed, bemused, she could do nothing but watch Seth as he sat up and pulled off the glove. He bundled it into a plastic bag he'd placed nearby. Next, he tugged open the blue plastic envelope and removed what smelled like a baby wipe. He tidied her up, wiping her clean, before slipping the wipe into the plastic bag as well, securing it closed with a quick knot. Then he went to work releasing her from the leathers.

The urge to cry came upon her suddenly. She blinked hard. What had happened to the Abigail Harrison she'd known for so many years? Who was she now?

"Quite the butt-slut," said Seth, as if he'd heard the question.

The tears arrived as a sudden, crashing wave. She cried so hard her body shook the bed "I'm sorry. I'm horrible. I'm sorry. I'm horrible..."

Seth grunted and tugged the blanket up off the floor and tossed it over her. He finished releasing her, unlocking her hands from the headboard before hauling her into his arms. He stretched out beside her and pulled her against his side while she cried, not releasing her even when her sobs slowed and she was able to find her breath. Wiping her nose on her blanket, she snuggled deeper into Seth's embrace and whispered, "I'm sorry," for what must have been the hundredth time.

He ran a hand down the back of her head, then touched her cheek where tears had tracked. "It's good you enjoyed yourself, li'l one. You have nothing to apologize for."

God, no, she wouldn't think of that. "But the crying thing is so not like me."

He chuckled and detached himself, standing up to stretch his shoulders. "That was your first time in sub drop?"

"In what?"

"I'll leave you to do your own research. Speak with Mike's slave." Leaning over, he gave her bottom a swat. "Up. Help me pack away this gear."

She obeyed, of course, but held her tongue. She and Liz hadn't spoken since their last outing, the one that had ended so badly. In fact, she didn't want to see Liz again until she apologized. Liz didn't understand her relationship with Seth. He was the guy for her. He just hadn't realized it yet. But he would, she assured herself. Until then, Miss Negative could get stuffed.

"Come to the door," Seth ordered.

She followed, finding him standing before the door, arms akimbo as he watched her approach. Obediently, she sank to her knees as he preferred.

"What have you learned tonight?"

She thought back to her uninhibited response to the anal play and shied away from it.
A butt-slut?
That wasn't her. Was it? "I...I don't know..."

The door closed behind him with a firm click.

She spent the next day ignoring her ringing cell phone. Caller ID indicated Liz, but Abby wasn't ready to reopen that door, not while her mind was so wrapped up in her changed internal landscape. She'd broken, both emotionally and physically, in Seth's hands. Her personal boundary had been crossed as he'd swept her into new territory.

And she'd enjoyed it!

Furthermore, her feathers were ruffled. She couldn't deny that. Who did he think he was to order her around, anyway? She'd talk to whomever she chose to--or not--at the time and on the subject of her choice.
What an arrogant ass.
A soft voice whispered in the back of her mind, But isn't that what I want?

Oh shut up, she grumbled to herself and turned to her computer to check her email.

Seth had confirmed their appointment for tomorrow. That would be her third session, leaving only four more to go to convince Seth that she was the girl--the
slave--
for him. What would his next training be? What would she have to learn? Whatever it was, she'd do fine. She had no doubt about that. Seth would never hurt her, not emotionally or physically. That she was convinced of. Being with Seth was the key.

Seth made everything okay.

* * * *

Seth stood in her foyer, big and angry, a muscle ticking in his jaw and his icy gaze hard on hers. He loomed over her, his arms crossed over his chest and legs spread, balanced on the balls of his feet, as if ready for battle. His voice came at her like the lash of a whip. "I gave you a simple command. One you deliberately refused to obey. Explain yourself."

She flinched as the bottom of her stomach dropped from beneath her. She shivered and held her arms, rubbing at the goose bumps that leapt onto her skin. "What's wrong?"

"I told you to speak with Liz. You were to work with her to learn about sub drop."

"I didn't realize that was a command, Master. The way you phrased it, I thought--"

"Was there an 'if' in my statement?"

"I don't remember the exact--"

"There was not. Thus, it qualifies as an imperative. You did pass elementary English in school, did you not?"

Rebelliousness flashed through her. "And two years of Italian."

"Then you're aware of the term and of your defiance."

"I don't think 'defiance' is a true definition of--"

He made a dismissive sweep of his hand. "Fortunately, it's not your opinion that matters." He stepped farther into the house and closed the door. "You are to be punished. However, my punishments are significant and unpleasant. It is your choice whether to accept it or not, but understand that by opting out, you're putting a permanent end to training."

Silence fell between them. She stared, sure she was gaping.

"What say you?"

She shook her head. So much data had landed on her that she'd somehow gotten lost in it. "About what?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face.

"I don't mean to miss the point, Master. I'm trying to understand. This is all new to me."

"This is your first time, aye." He nodded. "As such, there'll be leniency. However, you will be punished for your disobedience."

"Must you?" An embarrassing plea filled her voice.

"I always do my duty."

"But I didn't do it on purpose!"

Stoic and implacable, Seth didn't give an inch. "You will learn to listen and to obey. Going forward, you'll be sure to ask for assistance if you have any hesitation or confusion."

Misery cloaked her. He was truly pissed because she didn't talk to Liz. Crazy, wasn't it? Had it been an issue of confusion? No, she hadn't had any questions. She'd simply dismissed his suggestion-that-wasn't-a-suggestion. Determined defiance, indeed, and Seth knew it.
Damn him.