Sasha's Portrait (20 page)

“Derrick, how good to see you again.” Rising on tiptoe, she kissed him warmly on the mouth.

“Cindy, I haven’t seen you in awhile. We just stopped and visited Daniel and Melanie a few days ago.”

“How is my former protégé? Are they still deliriously happy?”

“Daniel assures me they are. This is Sasha, my new sub. Sasha, greet Mistress Cindy.”

Sasha looked at the woman who was responsible for turning Melanie’s life around and discovered a new respect for her friend. Cindy looked as if she would have been a difficult Master to serve. “Mistress Cindy, it’s nice to meet you,” she said before bowing her head again.

Cindy reached out and casually ran her hand over Sasha’s buttocks, and then, before Sasha realized her intent, slipped a finger between her cheeks and into her rectum. The crudeness of the gesture, made with such casual indifference, was too much for Sasha, especially after Derrick had allowed no others to touch her that day.

Without thinking, she blurted out sharply, “Stop that!” At Derrick’s scowl and Cindy’s frown of displeasure, she quickly realized her error. She had just spoken out of turn, embarrassed Derrick in front of another Dom, and she instantly felt contrite.

“Master, I’m sorry,” she started to say, but he ruthlessly cut her off, the look on his face making her cringe in remorse and trepidation.

“Mistress Cindy, would you accompany me to my room to deal out Sasha’s punishment?”

“I’d be happy to.”

Though Derrick’s coldness and the presence of the other woman made her nervous, Sasha vowed to take whatever he meted out. She’d do anything to atone for her bad behavior. When Derrick retrieved the large, hard dildo that he had once told her she’d better hope she never had to experience, she started to reconsider on how far she’d go to appease him.

Derrick stopped in front of her; his face set in a stern mask. “After your whipping, Cindy’s going to fuck your ass with this. Do you accept your punishment?”

Sasha knew he was giving her a way out, one she refused to take, no matter how bad she wanted to. The dildo was twice as long and twice as wide as Derrick’s cock, and the pain would be horrible. But worse than that would be the sheer humiliation of having that woman mete out the punishment. Swallowing tightly, she simply nodded her head.

Derrick cuffed her wrists behind her back and reached for the flogger that hung on the bedpost. “Over the bed,” he instructed; his face revealing nothing but displeasure.

Sash lay across the bed, feet on the floor, legs spread, to accept her punishment. The flogger landed across her ass raising a fiery burn. As he landed it again and again, Sasha watched from the side as Mistress Cindy liberally greased the large threatening dildo. Her buttocks felt on fire by the time Derrick let up, and she knew she would be sleeping on her stomach again tonight. Derrick returned the flogger to its hook and lifted Sasha up so Cindy could take a seat on the bed.

“Bend over her, Sasha,” he instructed.

Sasha lay over the other woman’s lap and braced herself for the crude invasion. She cried out as the tip entered her rectum, stretching her widely. Derrick simply stood over her, arms braced across his chest as he stared at her striped ass being penetrated by that foreign object. Cindy gave her a moment before pushing the dildo in further, eliciting a moan as the pain returned and tears of humiliation welled.

Sasha was grateful that Mistress Cindy took her time inserting the dildo, moving it in an inch at a time, stopping to allow her to adjust to the pain before pushing on. Derrick stopped her when about six inches was imbedded up her ass.

Grabbing her chin, he stared down at her flushed, sweating face as he released his cock. “She’ll stop fucking you as soon as I come.”

As he pushed his cock into her mouth, Cindy pulled back on the dildo and then pushed it back in, slowly fucking her aching rectum in time with Sasha’s bobbing head on Derrick’s cock. Sasha worked his cock harder, more vigorously than ever before, anxious to have him come and end her torment. The pain was subsiding but her humiliation wasn’t, and she just wanted to get this ordeal over with. Thankfully, Derrick came within minutes; and, with relief, Sasha felt the large dildo exiting her body.

Later that night, Derrick fucked her slowly and tenderly, telling her how proud he was of her. As Sasha came apart in his arms, another earth shattering orgasm ripping through her, she realized two things simultaneously. One, she had fallen hopelessly in love with her Master, and two, it was the worst thing she could have done. She knew from the beginning that Derrick wasn’t the kind of man to settle for one woman, even if she did agree to live with him as his sub. For her, she couldn’t imagine any other kind of life with him nor could she imagine submitting to another man as she had to Derrick. To be able to serve him and cater to all his pleasures on a daily basis would be a fulfilling and rewarding life for her, and she now saw how Melanie received so much enjoyment from being her husband’s sub as well as his wife.

Slipping quietly from the bed, Sasha retrieved her clothes from the hutch and dressed in the bathroom, praying Derrick didn’t wake. There was no way for her to say good bye to him without revealing her feelings, and she owed him too much to subject him to that awkwardness. As she had proven tonight, she didn’t fit into his world and probably never would. Submitting to him privately, or even with a few friends, was vastly different than the constant round of clubs where she would be expected to submit to any and everyone he chose. The weekend had proven enlightening, enjoyable, and upsetting; she didn’t regret anything, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do on a regular basis, and Derrick’s life revolved around his clubs and friends.

Thankfully, he slept soundly, and she was able to make it to the front desk where the young man on duty called a cab for her with no questions. Her flight wasn’t scheduled until late morning, but she could stay at the airport until then and save Derrick the trouble of seeing her off.

One Month Later

Sasha was getting ready to close the gallery on a Saturday afternoon when an UPS truck pulled up out front. She wasn’t expecting any new artwork, so she wondered what he was delivering as he strode up to the door with a large, paper wrapped package.

“Hello. Is that for me?”

“Yes, ma’am. Special delivery. If you’ll sign here,” he said, handing her a clipboard.

Sasha quickly signed and put out the closed sign after he left. Propping the painting against her desk, she ripped the packaging off. Stepping back with a gasp, she saw herself displayed in erotic splendor against an ice blue satin back drop. Completely naked except for her collar, her nipples pinched tightly in clamps, the base of a butt plug clearly visible between her splayed legs, and her pussy glistening wetly were depicted with minute detail as was the look of complete abandonment on her face. She didn’t need to look in the right hand corner to see the initials DOM to know Derrick had done this for her. Fingering the collar she still wore around her neck, tears rolling down her face, she thought he couldn’t have given her a nicer gift, and she wondered how she could thank him. She hadn’t heard a word from him since fleeing in the middle of the night over four weeks ago.

Sasha took the painting home with her and hung it in her living room where it could be seen by anyone. She refused to be ashamed of who she was, or rather, who she had been. Since returning to Nantucket, she had reverted to her old lifestyle, keeping her artwork and her needs bottled up, seeing no reason not to. Without Derrick, she had no desire to indulge in anything sexual, no desire to pursue her painting beyond a hobby. She read her books and masturbated to her memories, and she was content, if not happy, right where she was before Derrick Owen Marshall had ever come into her life.

Derrick pulled up in front of Sasha’s cottage and sat for a moment, anticipating seeing her again. Since her gallery was closed on Sundays, he assumed she would be at home today. She should have received his painting yesterday. He had a whole portfolio of pictures he had taken of her during their three week sojourn, but the look on her face in that one had appealed to him the most. Her unabashed joy when it came to sex was such a delight; he had to capture it on canvas, even though working on that painting the past few weeks had been torment.

It was his fault she had fled in the middle of the night, and he had regretted his actions ever since. He knew he was pushing her, and yet, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Be careful of what you wish for, he thought ruefully, you just might get it. He had wished for Sasha to submit to him completely, and when she did, he found he wasn’t all that happy about it. He had enjoyed the weekend at the club with her but had discovered by the last day that it wasn’t something he wanted to do with her on a regular basis.

His subs before Sasha were kept at arms length, a weekend pursuit or, occasionally, brought to a party at his home. He had never lived with any of them because he had never found one that would be able to withstand the lifestyle twenty-four/seven, such as Melanie did, and he wasn’t willing to settle for less. Or, he hadn’t been until he met Sasha. For her, he would do anything as he was about to prove to her. By their last day in Florida, he had already decided to give up attending his clubs regularly and, instead, keep Sasha to himself or share her only with Daniel and Melanie. But, when she had fled after her punishment with Cindy, he knew he would have to give up more if he wanted to keep her.

Grabbing his black bag, he walked up to her door and rapped sharply. It was time to lay all his cards on the table and hope he wasn’t too late. The first thing he noticed when she answered the door was that she was still wearing his collar. It was the only thing she had taken with her from their trip.

“You’re still wearing my collar,” he stated bluntly by way of a greeting.

Sasha’s eyes lit with surprised pleasure as she looked up at the last person she expected to see. “I haven’t taken it off.”

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, of course.” Standing back, she closed the door behind him, her heart beating double time at having him near again, wondering what he was doing here.

“Everyone can see it there,” Derrick said as he set his bag down and walked over to where she had hung his painting. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, and I’m not ashamed of the woman you’ve shown. Thank you, Derrick.”

Derrick walked back over to her and looked at her with amused tolerance. “Sasha, what the hell are you wearing?”

Sasha looked down at her baggy sweatshirt and pants and shrugged self-consciously. “They’re comfortable and warm. It’s getting cooler here. Derrick, why are you here?”

Derrick had never been nervous in front of a woman; but, at that moment, he was struck with a case of the jitters, and it made him angry. Dammit, he thought, she was his and it was time she realized it. “I want to marry you, Sasha. It’s been hell since you left, and I want you back. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy, including giving up my lifestyle.” Grabbing his bag filled with all his sexual toys, he carried it into the kitchen and dumped it on top of her trash can.

Sasha watched him wide-eyed as her heart slowly turned over. He loved her. He didn’t have to say so in words; his actions spoke volumes. When he returned to stand in front of her, it was all she could do not to throw herself at him. She had to play this right, or they would both lose out.

“I’m sorry, Derrick, but I can’t marry you.”

“Why the hell not? Is it because of what happened with Cindy, that I pushed you too far?” he demanded.

“Of course not. Why would you think that? I deserved my punishment that day. You see, I’m in love with this man who took me on a fabulous journey of sexual awakening, a journey I don’t want to end. He showed me what I really wanted, and who I wanted it with. He was very dominating, and I loved giving him that control, bowing to his every command. I discovered in those three weeks we were together that I could never settle for anything less, even if it meant living alone for the rest of my life.”

Derrick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Grabbing her shoulders, he yanked her to him. “Then, why did you leave? I’ve been beside myself for a month trying to think of ways to make that up to you.”

“I left because I realized I loved you, and I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

“Jesus, Sasha. I ought to whip you good for what you’ve put me through. Spell it out for me. I don’t want any more misunderstandings. What is it you want?”

Sasha pulled away from him and went into the kitchen to retrieve his bag from the trash. Setting it down by him, she proceeded to strip as she spoke. “I want what Daniel and Melanie have.” She pulled her shirt off revealing her naked breasts. “I want to submit to you completely, putting your pleasures before mine always.” Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers rasping the nipples. “I want to visit your friends or go wherever you want and sit at your feet, showing everyone how deeply I belong to you and only you.” Her hands went to her sweatpants and slid them down, revealing her pussy that she had kept waxed. “I’ll take your friend’s cocks in my mouth and in my ass if I have to, but my pussy belongs to you alone.” She ran her hand lightly over her mound. “But, I have one request.”

Derrick drank in the sight of her, her words music to his ears. Here was everything he wanted. “Subs don’t get to make requests.”

“Wives do, or you’ll just have to make an exception.”

“What?”

“I ask that you don’t fuck another woman’s pussy, that you save something that’s just for me.”

“Setting boundaries, Sasha?” he asked coolly even though he had no problem with her request.

“Without boundaries, it’s just meaningless sex. I need to know it means something, Derrick.”

Grabbing her again, he kissed her fast and hard. “It’s always meant something, ever since I awoke in your bed to see you masturbating in front of me.” Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the wooden board he had only used on her once. “First, I’m going to punish you for leaving me, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk for making me go a month without you.”