sure, to the untrained eye it probably looked like he was a man who
liked really heavy hanging plants, but Jen knew the difference. Stef
just liked to be perverse in a lot of different places.
There was a click as he locked the door. “I like to do my part to
help the community. I almost never use this office, but it’s here if I need to take a meeting with someone from out of town. Most of the
people in town prefer to hold meetings at Stella’s. The coffee is
better. I’m mostly in charge of planning and beautification. Now
strip.”
He stared at her, one brow arched, his back against the door.
It looked like she would make her stand without any clothes on.
Jen shrugged out of her coat and kicked off her boots.
“Fold them, please,” Stef said. His voice was deep and steady, but
she could see that his eyes were heating up. They were a glorious
slate color as he watched her.
At least he’d said please. Jen carefully folded the clothes as she
took them off. She shivered a little despite the heat being on. It was
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still chilly. Her nipples were hard nubs pointing in Stef’s direction. It had nothing to do with the cold. They always pointed Stef’s direction.
A little quiver started in her belly. She was alone with Stef, and all of that intensity of his was focused on her.
“I’m going to teach you some things, love.” His sensual lips
moved, but his eyes never left her body. “Your training begins now.
Do you understand why I intend to punish you?”
She swallowed. Punishment. He made the word sound like dirty,
sick pleasure. “Because I disobeyed you.”
“Yes,” Stef agreed. He slid his hands into the inside pocket of his
coat and came out with a plastic bag. “You disobeyed a direct order
given for your safety and my peace of mind. I didn’t ask you to stay
home. I told you to. I understand that might upset you, but from time
to time I will have things I won’t move on. This isn’t a one-way
street, Jennifer. It might seem harsh to you, but I assume there are
some things you will be unmoving on.”
While he spoke, he set the bag on his desk and then slid his coat
off his shoulders. He hung it up, along with his hat, and went around
to the front of his desk.
Jen stood still, waiting for his orders. It might not be the bedroom,
but it certainly felt intimate. She’d agreed to play his submissive. “I didn’t know I had that power over you, Stef.”
He turned his face to her, a slight smile on his mouth. “Really? So
I’m allowed to fuck other girls, am I?”
She felt herself flush. “I will cut your balls off.”
She immediately regretted her words, but the image of him with
another woman made her want to rage. She’d had to handle it when
they weren’t together. It might only be a D/s relationship, but she
simply couldn’t watch him with someone else. She waited for him to
put her in her place.
He simply chuckled lightly as he pulled out office supplies. “I
rather thought so, love. As I prefer my balls attached to my body, I
think I’ll forgo the other women. See, you have unmoving edicts, and
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so do I. One of my unmoving edicts is that you remain alive and in
one piece.”
“Well, if you put it that way,” Jen grumbled. He was making her
crazy. She was standing there naked, and he was playing with paper
clips. He pulled at one and then another.
“I didn’t realize I had to put it a particular way,” he said as he
twisted the metal clip over his forefinger. “Perfect.” He laid the first one down and went to work on the second. “As far as unmoving
edicts go, let me give you a second. I realize that sharing seems to be all the rage amongst the women of Bliss, but you should know that I
will not be jumping on that particular bandwagon. Don’t go looking
for a third.”
That was the furthest thing from her mind. She could barely
handle Stef, much less a friend of his. “You’re safe, babe. I know
Callie and Rachel go on and on about how hot the sex is, but they
have to do the laundry, too. Other women see hot double penetration,
and all I see is double the underwear to clean. And I bet they eat a lot, too.”
Stef laughed, the first time today he’d laughed for her. “I don’t
think you’ll have to do much laundry at the estate. However, you
deeply underestimate my creativity if you think I can’t find a way to
fill every hot hole you have, love. On your knees, Jennifer. I’m going to teach you the slave position.”
She sank to her knees, grateful he’d had a plush carpet installed
instead of the stained concrete that covered the rest of town hall. She settled into a sitting position, the carpet soft under her legs. Of course, Stef would have his comforts. She threaded her fingers together
behind her back, thrusting her breasts out. She breathed deeply and
straightened her spine. Her knees were splayed wide so her pussy was
on display for him. She lowered her head submissively. It wasn’t
more than a few seconds before his boots came into view.
“Very nice, love. Tell me, and think carefully about the answer,
where did you learn this? You have perfect form.”
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The jealousy dripped from his every word. She was glad her head
was lowered and her hair covered her face, because she couldn’t help
but smile. He thought she’d had a previous Dom. “I learned it from
books. You would be surprised what you can find on Amazon these
days. And the Internet. I wanted to know what you liked, Sir.”
His hand lifted her chin up. “Not Sir, Jennifer, and not Master. My
name is Stefan.”
“But, I thought your subs called you one or the other.”
“They weren’t mine,” Stef explained. “They were women I
trained for brief periods of time.”
“I thought that’s what I was.” She pointed out his faulty logic
gently.
“I would prefer Stefan.” He stepped back.
She kept her gaze on him. He might not recognize it, but he was
starting to bend.
“Stay in position. I need to decorate these lovely breasts,” he said,
holding the clips in his hand.
“Those are paper clips.” Jen watched as he got on his knees in
front of her. His hands came out to cup her breasts. Her skin quivered under his touch.
“Are they? I think I can make them into something much more
interesting. Don’t move. Stay in your position. These lovely breasts of yours are my playthings.”
His fingers were callused from holding a brush for long hours. It
wasn’t just from painting though. Stef worked with his hands all the
time. He worked the horses at the Harper Stables. He helped build
with his neighbors. He was always using those hands to create. Now
his strong fingers pinched at her nipples, creating a deep ache in her pussy. He plucked at a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger. Her pussy was already wet, and she could feel her body
begin to hum.
“I love the color of your nipples, perfect innocent circles of rose
and b
rown.” He leaned over, his husky words sliding over her flesh
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like a warm blanket. He lowered his head, and his tongue came out.
The sight of his tongue curling around her nipple caused her to moan.
He sucked the tip into his mouth, sending sparks shooting from her
breast to her cunt.
“This isn’t torture, Stef,” she heard herself say. It felt like heaven.
He came back to his knees, a slightly sinister look on his face. He
winked at her and held up the paper clip. “Oh, it will definitely be
torture, love.”
He pinched her nipple with one hand and then slid the clip on.
Jen gasped as her nipple was caught in the clip. It didn’t hurt
exactly. He’d stretched it out so it didn’t bite, but it held the flesh in a little vise. Already she could feel the pull of the discomfort. It
reminded her that he was in control. She was a plaything, clamped
and ready for his pleasure.
He quickly clamped the other breast and looked at his handiwork.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, love.” His cock was straining at the
fly of his jeans. His dark hair fell over his forehead. “I know those are improvised clamps, but they still hold you well. All the blood is
pooling in those pretty nipples.”
He flicked one with his forefinger. Jen gasped at the touch. She
was so sensitive. One little flick of his fingers had her panting and
ready to do anything he asked.
“See what I mean? You should know, Jennifer, that I like toys. I
like expensive, perverted, twisted toys, but I can torture you without them. Anywhere, anytime. I’ll find the tools I need. I’ll make sure to discipline you whenever it’s required.”
Yep, she wouldn’t be able to walk through an office supply store
again without wondering exactly what dirty things Stef could do to
her.
His hand went between her legs. He slid his fingers over her
mound and into the slick folds of her labia. It was all Jen could do to keep her position.
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“And, love, if you ever disobey a direct order given to keep you
safe and whole again, I will clamp this little gem.” He rubbed the pad of his finger over her desperate clitoris. It was a fleeting touch that tantalized and tormented. “I will clamp it, and I will torture it. I’ll bring you to the edge a hundred times, and a hundred times I’ll step
back. You’ll beg, and you’ll plead, and you’ll think I’ll give in, but I won’t, because a bratty little submissive will not get pleasure from
me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She would agree to anything to get him to touch her again.
He was ramping her up. She’d never been so hot. Before, their
encounters had been quick and furious, but this slow tease was
building to something explosive.
“What did you say?” Menace glittered from his hard tone.
“Stefan.” She quickly corrected herself. “Yes, I understand,
Stefan.”
“Excellent. Let’s move on to the next phase of your punishment.
Surely you didn’t think a couple of clamps could make up for what
you did? What does a disobedient sub deserve?”
Hopefully a mercy orgasm. “Whatever her Dom deems fit,
Stefan.”
“Good answer. I think a disobedient little sub should learn to take
a plug.”
Her ass clenched at the thought. He was going to shove a plug up
her ass. Her breath caught. She’d known he would want it, but she’d
been worried it would turn her off. Now, the thought of presenting her ass to him had her heart speeding up. Subspace, she thought, looking
for the word. Pleasing Stefan suddenly seemed like pleasure in and of
itself. This was what the books had talked about.
“You said you’ve read up on BDSM,” Stef said, getting to his
feet. “Show me. Present yourself to me.” He held a hand out to help
her up.
Jen got to her feet. She could feel the clamps moving as her
breasts swayed. This was why he’d done it, so she would be aware of
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her nipples at all times. She felt wobbly, but she managed to stand and walk to the big mahogany desk that dominated the office. She placed
her hands flat on the desk, kept her spine straight, and shoved her ass in the air. She looked across the desk. Now she could see what was in
the bag Stef had taken out of his coat. The clear plastic plug and tube of lubricant were unmistakable.
“You came prepared.” At least he wasn’t going to use a
highlighter or a glue stick.
“Always,” he said. Jen felt him reach for the bag. “Keep your eyes
front.”
She gritted her teeth. Not being able to see what he was doing was
going to be torture in and of itself.
“Your skin is beautiful, Jennifer.”
He placed his palms on her shoulder blades. She relaxed at the
contact. Somehow she didn’t feel as off kilter when he touched her.
When he touched her with those hands of his, she felt like a work in
progress, like a sculpture he was molding lovingly. She felt like she
was being brought to life.
His hands caressed her as though studying and memorizing her
every curve and angle. He skimmed her back and molded her hips.
She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. He traced her spine with his lips, awakening every inch of her flesh. She felt his mouth on the
small of her back and then his hands on her cheeks. She went onto her
toes as he spread her wide.
“Look at the pretty asshole.” His voice had gone deep and husky.
“What a pretty little hole. It looks lonely, love. It looks like it needs to be filled.”
She braced herself as she felt the cool lube hit her anus. She held
on to the desk as his finger rimmed her asshole. He massaged the lube
into her ass, his finger pressing in and circling her hole. She shivered at the dark sensation of his finger working her over.
“You’re very tight, love.” He placed one hand on the small of her
back, holding her down as he pushed his finger deep inside her. “It’s
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going to be hard for you to take this plug, and even harder for you to take my cock, but you’ll do it. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”
She wasn’t sure about the part where she thanked him. The
sensation was strange. It didn’t hurt, but she wasn’t sure it was
pleasure either. It was unnerving, and she felt a bit on edge as he
pressed into her.
“Not sure, yet? You will be. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. I
can’t wait to fuck this tight asshole. I’m going to ram my cock into
you. You’ll whimper a little, but by the time I’m done, you’ll writhe
under me. You’ll cry out and beg me to fuck your ass.”
His finger disappeared, and then she felt something stiff tickling at
her anus. She couldn’t help it. She clenched her muscles, instinctively trying to keep the foreign object out.
A crack whipped through the room as Stef’s hand came down on
her ass. Heat and a sharp pain singed her.
“Don’t you try to keep me out. This belongs to me. You belong to
me. Now relax and open up.” He pressed the plug against her again.
His voice became softer and more cajoling. “Let
me in, Jennifer. I
want to come in. I promise you won’t regret it.”
The hand on her back soothed her as he pressed the plug to her
anus.
“Breathe out, love. Breathe out, and flatten your back.”
Jen tried to relax. She filled her lungs and let the breath go while
she pressed back against Stef’s hand. She groaned a little as the plug breached her hole.
“Now that is a beautiful sight. You’re doing so well.”
Jen forced her ass back and felt the plug slide home. Jen’s hands
shook at the almost unbearable fullness in her ass. Stef kept her
cheeks open.
“Do you have any idea what this does to me? I want to know
you’re walking around with this little piece of plastic shoved up your
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rectum because you’re preparing yourself for me. You’re getting
ready to take my cock.”
Without warning, his fingers slid into her pussy.
Jen bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“See, the plug makes your already tight cunt even tighter. I don’t
have to share you with some other man to fill you up.” He pressed a
single finger deep inside her. “You are so wet for me, Jennifer.
Someone liked having her ass plugged. Someone likes being a nasty
girl.”
She liked being his nasty girl. Somehow Stef made all the dirty
stuff seem loving. His hands caressed her sweetly even as he
whispered filth into her ear. He worshipped her even as he played the
big, bad Dom.
“How are you going to take care of your Master, little sub? You
put him through hell today. He deserves a little stress relief. Can you think of any way to make it up to him?”
She felt the heat of his body as he pressed against her. His fingers
teased her soaking flesh as he nudged her insistently with his hard
cock. Oh, she wanted him to take out that big dick and thrust it into
her. Nothing else could possibly satisfy her, but more than that, she wanted to please him. This was what it meant to play with Stef, and
she wanted to play her part.
“Let me please you, Stefan.”
He chuckled and ran his free hand through her hair. “How are you
going to do that, love?”
Stef liked dirty talk, so she searched her brain for the right words.