Sasha's Portrait (14 page)

Sasha gasped, forgetting to dance, forgetting the rules, as she moved her fingers faster inside her pussy, bringing herself to climax at the same time as the stranger shot his seed all over his hand. She was still shuddering in pleasure when the curtain was thrown open and she looked up from her crude position into Derrick’s furious face.

Something dangerous shifted in his cold eyes when he saw her bare pussy; and before Sasha could react, he yanked up her thong and threw her clothes at her. “Get dressed. Now!”

Sasha dressed quickly, her hands shaking. Remorse and fear kept her face averted. She had never seen Derrick so coldly furious, and she wondered if she had just blown her chance to spend any more time with him. When she was dressed, she reluctantly faced him. The stranger was gone, for which she was grateful, and the ramifications of her selfish actions were just beginning to sink in. She had betrayed him horribly and she didn’t know how to rectify her error.

“Derrick, I’m….”

Derrick held up his hand to silence her. “Save it. I’ll deal with you at the hotel.”

As mad as he was, he still took hold of her elbow and escorted her from the club. The ride to their hotel was made in silence, and Sasha couldn’t think of anything to say. She could make excuses, especially after she had gone all day yesterday and today without an orgasm. She could defend herself saying he had pushed her too hard and she had simply caved. But, that was no excuse, and she knew it. Her actions could have cost the club owners huge fines, which was bad enough, but she had betrayed him by publicly going against his demands and that was unforgivable.

Sasha quickly undressed when they reached their suite, not wanting to give him any more reason to be upset with her. Ignoring her, he walked purposely towards his stash of implements and picked up both the wrist cuffs and the wooden board, making her cringe. She had a feeling she was really in for it.

Derrick returned to stand in front of her, his face set in stone. His eyes wandered down her body and rested on her pussy before he cupped her crudely. “This is mine,” he bit out. “Had you been my sub, your actions tonight would have severed our relationship. But, since you’re not, I can make allowances. Once. Are you going to accept your punishment?”

Sasha was so relieved he wasn’t sending her home; she nodded her head vigorously, willing to agree to anything to make up for her blunder.

“Put out your wrists.” Derrick attached the cuffs, turned her around and clipped them together behind her back. “Over the bed, face down.”

Sasha moved awkwardly into the bedroom and bent over the bed, her feet braced on the floor, her ass up high. When Derrick joined her, he was carrying a soft ball and a white handkerchief. “Open your mouth.” When she complied, he stuffed the ball inside, stretching her mouth uncomfortably wide. “Hold this in your hands,” he said as he handed her the handkerchief. “Drop it if you need me to stop. Otherwise, I won’t stop until I’ve given you twenty. Is that clear?”

Sasha nodded, inwardly shaking at the thought of taking twenty strokes of the board. The burn from the one he had given her in the shop still lingered in her mind. But, she was determined to take whatever he meted out. She knew she deserved this, and she swore she wouldn’t disappoint him again by refusing her punishment.

The first blow had her groaning; the fifth had her swaying her hips in pain. He was slow, methodical and thorough, and each swat was calculated and brought out renewed pain. Sasha felt no sexual arousal at this whipping, just much deserved pain and humiliation. By the tenth stroke, her ass was on fire and buttocks felt swollen.

The fifteenth had her crying uncontrollably, but she still held on tightly to the cloth, refusing to let go no matter how much she wanted to. The last five were the worst, hard and precise, and when the last one fell, she felt no relief. The remorse from having betrayed him was still there.

Derrick dropped the board, released his cock and shoved it into Sasha’s cunt, even though he knew she wasn’t prepared. He fucked her hard and fast, his fury lending him the will he needed to do this. Though she probably didn’t realize it, he had been careful with the board. He rarely, if ever, bruised his women when punishing them. He could cause them pain, humiliation, and discomfort without crossing that line into abuse. Sasha’s ass would be sore for days, but she would recover and, hopefully, remember the consequences of defying him in such a grave manner.

Her pussy was just beginning to soften as he came, shooting his come deep inside her and then pulling out quickly. She would receive no pleasure tonight. He removed the handkerchief and gag before ordering, “Go stand in the corner until I’m ready for you.” Turning from her, he discarded her easily as he fixed himself a drink from the mini bar.

He kept her standing in the corner for thirty minutes. Room service had delivered a late night snack of assorted appetizers of which he was halfway through when he called her to him. “Come here, Sasha.”

Sasha turned and padded to him, relieved he was talking to her even if it was just to order her around. He was naked, and his cock was hard again, and he was holding it out to her. “On your knees.”

It was awkward kneeling and bending forward to take him in her mouth with her hands tied behind her back, but she managed to do it. She worked his cock, eager to make up to him any way she could. Derrick continued to eat as she sucked him; and, since he had come once already, it took awhile before she felt him ejaculate down her throat. Her mouth was sore from both the gag and the long mouth fucking he had just given her, but she stoically took everything he meted out.

“Back to the corner.” Ignoring her, Derrick moved to the big screen television and flipped until he found one of the erotica channels that appealed to him. Watching soft porn ought to help him get to the third and final stage of her punishment.

Sasha had to listen to the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the television for over an hour. She was sore and tired, and she wanted nothing more than to lie down and go to sleep, but she refused to give in to the urge to plead for mercy. When he ordered her back over the bed, she prayed it wasn’t for more swats from the board. Her ass was so sore; she knew she was going to have difficulty sitting tomorrow.

Derrick lubed his stiff cock and, without preliminaries, spread her buttocks wide and thrust into her ass. Sasha moaned at his rude invasion, but he ignored her, just as he did when he took her pussy and mouth. He had purposely saved fucking her ass for last so he could go longer. It was time she learned that anal discipline would be added to punishments for severe infractions.

He took his time, fucking her slow and deep. Other than a low moan once in awhile, she didn’t complain and didn’t try to get him to let up. After ten full minutes of fucking her ass, he pulled out and casually walked away to get himself a drink and watch the television for a few minutes. He was still hard when he returned, and thrust into her again in one smooth stroke.

Sasha finally grasped the meaning of his actions and knew her rectum was going to be as sore as her cheeks tomorrow. Though he had been generous with the lubrication, by the time he had been fucking her ass for twenty minutes, she was sore and tired. When his thrusts quickened and his hands on her hips tightened, she knew he was finally near. At the feel of him jetting into her ass, his sperm filling her last orifice, she almost wept with relief.

Derrick released her wrists and assisted her into bed. Sasha sprawled on her stomach and fell into an immediate deep sleep.

Chapter Eleven

The drive from New York City to Charleston was less than two days, but Derrick took his time, stopping often to give Sasha the opportunity to photograph the ever changing countryside. Since her passion was landscapes, the trip down the east coast provided a fountain of glorious scenes: rolling hills, tree lined country lanes, lakes and rivers that shone like mirrors at sunset and sunrise. Not since her college art teacher had encouraged her to pick up a brush had she had such enthusiasm to apply her brushes on canvas. Derrick continually encouraged her, lending her confidence in her talent, and she came to value his support and criticism as much as the sexual education he was giving her.

Of course, his slow traveling had as much to do with furthering her education in submission as it did with encouraging her art work. The first day after leaving New York, she had been eternally grateful for the frequent stops as she was having a great deal of difficulty sitting. Derrick had ignored her discomfort, but he wasn’t angry with her any more for which she was thankful. It was the first day since she had met him that they hadn’t had sex. His thoughtfulness only made her feel worse. After all he had done for her, all the experiences he had given her that she might never have known, she should be the one to cater to his needs.

She knew she never wanted to cause him such disappointment again. She didn’t fear punishment as bad as she did displeasing him. She was quickly becoming consumed with the need to do nothing but please him, even if it was at the cost of her own pleasure. That admission both thrilled and terrified her. It was a step closer to giving him complete control over her and her fear of failing after submitting completely to him was enough to keep her from taking that final step. That and the fact that she still had no idea what she would be submitting to, and he hadn’t asked her. But he wanted to.

Derrick was thinking along the same thoughts. While he was enjoying tutoring Sasha, watching her wonder and pleasure at all the new sexual exploits, he wasn’t used to catering to women. It was supposed to be the other way around. He preferred it the other way around. His need to see her kneeling at his feet, calling him Master and denying her pleasures for the sake of his was growing stronger daily. She was catching on and was a fast learner probably due to all those books on erotica she had been reading, but he knew from experience that the reality of complete submission was more than most women were willing to take. She had the potential but moving too fast could ruin that potential.

That had been his main reason for taking his time before they reached Charleston and his long time friends, Daniel and Melanie. He had continued his lessons, and she had responded enthusiastically. Her control of her body’s responses was improving, but remembering to ask his permission for her pleasure wasn’t. Unless he demanded abstinence, she was usually so eager for a climax she simply indulged herself. Definitely something she needed to work on. A few days with Daniel and his wife would show her the true picture he was trying to paint for her. The question was, would it send her running home or to Florida to submit totally to him?

“I need to tell you about Daniel and his wife, Melanie, before we get to their home,” Derrick said when he was only about thirty minutes away.

“He wants you to do a portrait of his wife, right?” Sasha said, enjoying the southern charm of old Charleston as they entered the city.

“Yes. I’ve done two already, but this time, he wants something different. You need to know, Sasha, that Melanie is not only his wife but also his submissive. They live the lifestyle daily, much as I do.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Do you? I don’t think so, but I want you to. Melanie will be naked when they greet us. When alone in their home, without company, she’s allowed several freedoms she’ll be denied while we’re there. Out of respect to her dom and me, she’ll sit at his feet at all times, need permission for everything, including using the facilities, and will be expected to pleasure me if Daniel or I wish it.”

Sasha’s didn’t know how to respond to that. Her first reaction was jealousy; she didn’t want to share Derrick. But then, she had no hold on him, something she never forgot. “And, what will my role be?”

“The same as it’s been. You’re mine, at least on this journey we’re taking. I’ll expect you to do as I say. You’re not my sub, so your rules will be less severe, but there will be certain expectations.”

“You want me to fuck him.”

Derrick couldn’t tell by her tone how she felt about that. She didn’t seem opposed to the idea, but she wasn’t excited about it either. “Not in your pussy. That’s mine and I tend to be possessive in certain matters, as does Daniel. Anything else, yes. But, as always, the choice will be yours.”

Sasha was scared. Not of what he had just revealed but of disappointing him again. These were his friends, people he had known for years and had a very intimate relationship with. What if she failed him in front of them? She would never forgive herself if she did. She could never bear the shame of letting him down in front of others.

“Tell me what you’re afraid of, Sasha. I’ve spoken with Daniel several times since meeting you. He knows you’re not my sub; there are no expectations either way.”

Sasha finally turned from gazing with unseeing eyes out the window to look at him. He was so handsome, so strong and in control, sure of himself. Everything she wasn’t. And she needed him so much. “What if I disappoint you again? In front of them?”

“What do you mean, again? You’ve never disappointed me. You couldn’t.”

Sasha’s eyes widened in stunned surprise. “The other night at the club. The lap dance?”

Derrick’s dark brows lowered into a frown. “I was pissed, really pissed. But why would you think I was disappointed?”

“Because I disobeyed, I didn’t follow your rules,” she explained, exasperated. “I was only thinking of myself. I could’ve gotten that club fined.” Could she have been mistaken about his reaction?

“And you were punished for it. I’m sure it’ll happen again.” He shrugged as if it would be of no consequence. Privately, he was pleased she was so concerned over disappointing him. “Part of the pleasure of domination is getting to mete out punishments. It could get real boring if subs were perfect and never slipped. It sounds as though you’re the one battling with disappointment.”

His quick grin was wicked and did more to set her at ease than anything. “So, if I can’t do something you ask of me, you’ll be okay with it?”

No, he wouldn’t be okay with it, but he refrained from letting her know that. He wanted more from her than he had ever wanted from a woman and knew he would probably end up with less. “Sasha, you’ve known who I am since before we met, and I’ve never lied to you about what I want from you. Just as I’ve known the odds of you fitting completely into my world were not in my favor. Let’s just continue taking it one step at a time and enjoy ourselves. No matter how far you go, I’ll treasure every moment of our time together.”