Sub for a Week (9 page)

Lifting my gaze, my vision swept from one corner of the room to the other, noting a few pieces of furniture. There was a sofa, a plush chair, a rack with floggers on it, a dresser, a bed and a strange looking X to the one side of the room.

I pointed to the odd piece of equipment. "
Saint Andrews
cross
?"

"Not to be used during your training unless it’s needed for support," Daniel assured me as he made his way over to the rack of floggers. "These, on the other hand..." He held one up for me.

I closed the space between us and accepted the flogger. Much like the one he'd sent me the other day, this one had soft tails, which meant it delivered just as much bite. I shivered and handed it back to him.

"What's in the dresser?" I asked.

"A few odds and ends.
Cuffs and nipple clamps mostly.
Though I do have a handful of canes, a riding crop and such like that as well.
Again, things we probably won't be using during your training." He turned to face me. "Any questions before we start?"

I was about to shake my head when I remembered how he'd corrected me on verbal responses the night before. "No, Master."

"Good girl. Go on and stand in front of the cross, facing away from it."

Setting my purse on the dresser filled with toys I hadn't had the chance to see, I approached the
Saint Andrews
cross and turned my back to it.

Daniel stepped around me, circling the same way he'd done back in the dungeon. When he walked behind me, he pulled my arms behind my back, crossing them. I knew better than to change my position and made a mental note to put my arms behind my back in the future.

He traced the collar of my jacket with his thumb and index finger. "What are your safe words?"

"Yellow to slow down.
Red to stop, Master."

"And what are your hard limits for tonight?"

We're going night by night now?
I thought hard limits were strict and couldn't be changed.

"Julia?"

"Deep subspace, Master."

"Yes, we've already established that, but what else? For example, a sub
who
enjoys pain might have a night where they don't want it, so it becomes a limit for that evening. Basically, what don't you want me to do to you tonight?"

Is there a list for what I want you to do?
I trembled.
"Anal, Master."

He met my gaze. "And why is that?"

"I ... I've never done it, Master."

"Then how do you know you wouldn't like it?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped.

"It's okay, I'm not judging you. I just want to know. Some subs don't like the idea of it. Others are embarrassed by it."

"Honestly?"

He nodded.

"It scares me, Master."

"Very well.
I wasn't planning on it this evening anyway, but it's still good to get this kind of thing out in the open. Do you have any other limits for this evening?"

"No, Master."

"Take off your clothes."

I reached for the buttons on my blouse and paused.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Daniel said, "All of them. Most nights I'd have you disrobe the same way you did last evening, but we have a lot of ground to cover tonight, so it's best if we get started."

I took off my blouse and skirt first, stopping when Daniel stepped behind me to unlace the corset. His breath hit against the back of my neck as he undid the laces, lifting the firm bodice up over my head once it was loose enough to do so. I hadn't bothered with a bra for obvious reasons, so once the corset was out of the way, he backed away from me.

"You may continue."

Even though he'd seen me mostly naked the night before, tonight was the first time I wouldn't be wearing anything at all. I took off my heels and slowly drew down my underwear and stockings, stepping out of them as soon as I was able to do so.

Daniel leaned over to pick my things up off the ground, transporting them over to the dresser before returning to me with a towel in his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Master."

"Not too cold?"

"A little, Master."

"Let me know when it gets to be too much." He folded the towel in his hands once, twice.
Three times before setting it down on the floor in front of me.
"That will be your mark for the evening. So, when I tell you to kneel or to return to your mark, I want you to do so right on that towel, understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"For now, I want you to cross your arms behind your back, bow your head and close your eyes. You're not to move until I say so. This is one position I'll expect of you for the rest of the week." He waited until I did as he'd asked, then said, "I'm going to step over to the dresser to get a few things. Is this okay?"

"Yes, Master."

His steps faded off to the side. A drawer opened. Something fell on the floor.
More footsteps.
A handful of items were added to the space in front of me, likely beyond the mark Daniel had set down. The longer I waited and the more he moved, the stronger my anxiety became.

"Now, because we both know how your mind likes to over think everything, I'm going to do two things tonight. First, I'm going to take your sight. You'll also be listening to headphones. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Master."

He was taking as many senses away from me as he could.
How will I know what he's doing?
I'd still be able to feel his vibrations. Besides, knowing what he was going to do before he did it wasn't the point. I'd come to him hoping I could lose myself, and by the look of it, he was doing whatever he could to make sure it happened.

He set a hand on my shoulder.
"You all right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you need me to stop?"

"No, Master."

His hand lifted away from me, and I was left with just the sound of him walking back over to the dresser. I'd barely gotten a look at the room, but I tried to visualize where he was standing anyway.

When I heard him again, he said, "I want you to kneel on your mark. Use your hands if you need help finding it. Once you do, put them behind your back."

His voice was terse. Hollow. I tried not to take it personally and slowly crouched to the floor. The towel he'd set on the ground hadn't moved, and I knelt on the fabric. With the towel between the floor and my knees, it was evident enough that Daniel wanted me to stay comfortable.
In this position.
But for how long?

His footsteps echoed in the open room, and I just about jumped when he brushed his fingertips against my neck. "Doing okay still?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'm going to take your hearing now. But, just because you can't hear me, it doesn't mean I can't hear you. If you need to use a safe word, do so. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

He lifted my chin and covered my eyes with a dark blindfold, probably so I couldn't tell shadows from light. He then lowered a set of large headphones over my ears. At first I couldn’t hear anything. I could still sense him standing in front of him. I could even hear him shift his weight, but the sounds were muffled.

When the music finally turned on, it was a track from a movie I'd seen in the theater not long before our first public meeting. We'd talked about movies in the past, so I assumed it was just one of those things he remembered and acted upon.

One of the headphones lifted away from my ear.
"Too loud?"

"No, Master."

The headphone was put back in place, and I heard nothing else. At first, the room felt cold, almost as if there was some kind of draft, but seconds later, my breasts and shoulders started to warm.
He must've turned up the lights,
I decided, visually unable to tell the difference.

Stop trying to analyze things, and just enjoy it.
If I couldn't turn off my mind before bed, how was I supposed to do it now? It was filled with a flurry of thoughts. Would he touch me? Where? What direction would he come from? What all did he plan on doing tonight? What if I have to use the bath
—

My breath caught, and I arched my back. Something cold like ice circled around one of my nipples. I whimpered when it happened again, and my hips thrust forward. Part of me wanted to reach out for him, to grab at him and make him touch me where I wanted it most. I didn't move. Acting out in such a way would probably result in an evening with very little contact at all, and I couldn't survive Daniel’s teasing again. Not when I’d been so good and wanted him that bad.

Following his orders of no orgasms last night was close to impossible. It was all I could think about. I would've obsessed over it all night if I hadn't been as tired as I was after our brief session.
 

I breathed through my mouth, moaning when I felt Daniel's lips kiss my neck. He tugged on my ponytail, and I tilted my head back until he stopped. His lips found mine, and in that same instant, the cold ice circling my breast moved to the other side.

He parted my lips with his tongue and held a hand against the small of my back to keep me steady. It was easier said than done. Anytime I felt him move—any time that ice changed positions—my legs shook. The frigid cube lifted, and I was able to breathe again.

He smiled against my lips and drew arcs on my cheek with his thumb, which was just as cold. Fuck, I loved the taste of his lips! They were sweet, but with a slight tinge of alcohol on them.
Wine,
I realized. The notes from a fruit I couldn't place danced across my tongue, and just as I was getting into our kiss, he pulled away.

Panting, I glanced up at where I thought he'd be, but if he'd seen my disappointed reaction was beyond me. The hand he had at the small of my back moved, gently caressing my neck.
My collarbone.
My breasts.

One of his hands wrapped around a wrist, guiding it in front of me. When he set my fingertips on fabric, my mouth watered. He was hard.
Painfully so.
I resisted the urge to wrap my hand around his cock. He'd only put my hand there so I could feel it, and until he had me do something else, I wasn't going to move.

He lifted the headphones away from an ear. "You feel that, don't you?"

My hand shook. "Yes, Master."

"You have no idea how much your submission turns me on."

I bit my bottom lip so hard that it hurt.

"You want us to go further?"

"Y-yes, Master."

Still holding the headphone away from my ear, he removed my hand, which I then placed behind my back. Something ruffled in the background. Daniel shifted from one foot to the other. He grabbed my hand again and placed it back between us.

I gasped at the feel of skin against skin.

He leaned in to whisper against my ear. "Suck me."

The headphones went back on, and his voice was lost to the music and the feel of his hard cock under my fingertips. He corrected my posture and placed the hand behind my back. I had no idea where his cock was, but when he pressed down on the back of my head, I followed his guidance, slowly scenting the air between us.

A thick musk filled the inside of my nose, and I squirmed on the towel. I could smell him, which also meant I was about to taste him. The pressure on the back of my head lifted, and I leaned forward some more, sensing the air for his closeness.

My body tensed when the head of his cock gazed my lips, and after wetting my mouth, I carefully went down on him. He was bigger than I was used to, but still not impossible for me to accommodate. Adjusting my jaw, I quickly picked up a steady pace, pressing my tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock.

He gathered a fistful of my hair, and I doubled my efforts as he took over. His body tensed. He pushed down on my head.
Eased back.
Did it again.
With every stroke of my tongue, his hips thrust forward a little more. I tried to imagine him closing his eyes. Him moaning as I took him in my mouth.