A Dom's Dilemma (10 page)

Giving her an exasperated look for her attitude, Jim bent over again and said, “One more try, Kelly. Push.” The moment she obeyed, he slid his ointment covered finger inside her.

Kelly let out a squeak of pain, arched her back and gripped the arm he had securely wrapped about her hip to hold her still, but remained in position. Though Jim suspected the treatment smarted, Kelly removed any doubt from his mind when she started panting and digging her nails into his forearm. Rather than call her on the lapse, he did what he could to soothe her. “Shh, darlin’. I can tell your poor little pucker hole is real sore, and I’m sorry I’ve got to hurt you to treat it, but this will help.”

As soon as the muscles in her sphincter smoothed out, she eased her grip on his arm and sighed. “Good girl. See? Better already, isn’t it?”

“Mmm.”

Smiling inwardly at her contented expression, he continued to slowly move his finger in and out of her. Partly to make sure the medicine reached as far into her as he wanted, and partly to discover if she might find the activity pleasurable.

Within seconds her back and tummy muscles tightened, so he used his thumb to tease the small pearl attempting to hide from him. Kelly was moist and even started to leak a little as she let out a soft moan and began lifting her hips.

“No, sub. You’re to remain exactly as I positioned you, until I say you can move.”

She groaned, but kept thrusting against his hand. So, Jim put more weight on the arm holding her on his lap to still her movements. Hearing her frustrated growl, he decided to push his erotic torture up a notch. “Kelly, you may not come until I tell you.”

“Ahhhh. Please, sir.”

“No. You are to remain motionless on my lap, lettin’ me pleasure you as I want, without givin’ in, no matter how strong your urge is.”

“But, Sir–”

“Kelly. That is an order, girl.”

“Oh God, Sir. I can’t. I’m going to come.”

“No….” But the sensation was too much for her, as he meant it to be, and she climaxed right on his lap, with a small amount of fluid squirting out with her release. Pleased she was so responsive, he lightened his strokes until the contractions in her womb and backside stilled and she sighed. Then taking care not to hurt her when he removed his fingers, he pulled his glove off, turning it inside out as he did. After one last check, he cleaned the outside of her peritoneum area with a wipe, which he next deposited in the glove along with its foil wrapper.

He grinned at the satisfied little purr Kelly gave. Content with her response and the reduced swelling, he recapped the tube and pocketed it. Once everything was secured, he knotted and returned the handy latex receptacle to his jeans.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she murmured dejectedly after a few minutes. “I did try, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

“You disobeyed me, Kelly,” he insisted, letting disapproval ooze over his words.

Her eyes started to fill with tears. “Not on purpose. I wanted to obey, but your stroking felt so good, I couldn’t stop from coming. I’m sorry.”

When he didn’t say anything, she whispered, “Are you angry with me, Sir?”

Though tempted to smile at the worry in her voice, he maintained a grim stance. He’d tormented her terribly, set her up to fail, and she was apologizing for not doing what he wanted. Actually, she’d done exactly what he wanted, just not what he’d ordered. So, he frowned at her. “When I give you an order, sub, I expect to be obeyed. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied in such a soft, tiny voice he barely heard her.

“Louder, sub.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered more clearly this time, making a pretty picture lying on his lap, her legs still spread wide in deference to his wishes. He was being an evil SOB to tease her so cruelly, but tormenting subs was part of his job description. He rewarded obedience, and punished disobedience. All Doms did, which is why, despite having just experienced a lovely orgasm that melted her bones, the sub in his arms had tears in her eyes.

She expected him to punish her for her disobedience, even though she didn’t want him to. She wanted to be hugged and forgiven and told everything was all right. He knew that, yet he held back and regarded her with a frown instead.

Tears rolling down her cheeks, she asked softly, “Do you wish for me to turn over now, Sir?”

He gave a slow nod. “Yes. I think you should. That way we can dispense with the unpleasantness before we move on.”

With a moan of pure distress, she shifted and rolled over. He lifted the blanket so her delightfully round butt was exposed at the perfect angle for disciplining. He couldn’t help but run a hand over the satiny flesh that glowed in the soft lighting like a precious pearl. Hearing her give out a little sob, he continued caressing her.

“How many swats do you think a naughty sub should get for climaxing after her Dom specifically told her not to?” He already had a number in mind, but wanted to know what she thought she deserved for her disobedience.

“Five, Sir,” she answered, her butt cheeks clenching as she said it. She really was dreading this, poor thing, which, though appropriate for the circumstances, still made him feel like he was kicking a defenseless opponent who’d already gone to ground. Bullies did that. And while he didn’t consider himself a bully, a Dom’s actions came awfully close sometimes.

The moment he placed his left hand between her shoulder blades, she tightened her buttocks with apprehension. She was accepting her punishment without complaint or argument, which practically obligated him to deliver it, despite the fact that he’d rather spend time soothing and petting her right now.

“Five is an appropriate number, sub,” he agreed, “even so, I’m reducin’ it to three. One, because you offered yourself for punishment, without any coaxing from me. And two, because I could have helped you, but chose not to, making it more difficult for you to obey me. So, you get a two stroke reduction.” Then, after pausing for effect, he added, “Are you ready, sub?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she mumbled, trying to stifle her tears. He should make her beg for the punishment, but he couldn’t do it. His heart definitely wasn’t in this, so he would be quick and firm. And yet, his hand continued its gentle stroking until she lay limp and relaxed on his lap. As soon as she surrendered, he raised and bought his palm down sharply three times before turning his now sobbing sub over, so she sat on his knees, then drew her close.

Resting his chin on top of her head, he rocked her. His strokes had been firm, and no doubt stung a bit, but the pain should scarce be a distant memory now. So, her tears fell more as a consequence to his displeasure, than any true physical distress.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she choked out against his shirt.

Though anger had played no part in his decision, he soothed her with gentle words combined with loving hugs and calming rubs. “Shhh, Kelly girl. It’s over now, and you’re forgiven. So, stop your fussin’ and calm down.”

“I’ll try, Sir,” she answered a little wetly.

“Good girl. You rest here against me and let me comfort you,” he ordered, continuing to run his hands along her back until she stopped crying and her fingers toyed with the buttons on his open shirt collar. Not bad for a first meeting. After a moment, the nervous fiddling ceased and he glanced down at her.

“All better, now?” She nodded against his chest, so he waited. Still not getting the response he wanted, he gave her a light, playful swat as a reminder.

With a gasp of surprise, she jerked into a more upright position and stared at him.

“What should your answer be to my question, sub?” he inquired with a frown.

Her lovely face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, Sir.”

“Correct.”

When her lips drew into a pretty, though nonetheless unacceptable pout, he let it go, no doubt making yet another mistake. “I bet your saucy, little butt doesn’t hurt at all anymore. Does it?” he asked noting her thoroughly disgruntled expression. She looked so cute when she pouted, he had to struggle not to smile.

At her reluctant “No, Sir,” he gave the small wrinkles on her forehead a warning tap. “Makin’ faces at your Dom isn’t permitted either,” he reminded, helping her get into a more comfortable position before he covered her back up.

Once she’d settled in his arms, she murmured, “So, tell me, Sir. Did you use to be a boy scout?”

Amused, he gazed down at her. “Now why would you ask me that?”

“Well, given everything you store inside your pockets, I’d say you definitely come prepared.” When he chuckled, she added, “So, besides exams, do you give enemas to every sub?”

He grinned, pleased by her teasing as well as her curiosity, and gave a slight tilt of his head in a nod. “Actually, I do. Often on the first day, when I suspect there’ll be more than a few casual meetin’s between us at the club.”

She frowned, and he waited while she turned things over in her mind. “What are you thinking we might do, if I stayed at your place for the weekend?”

“Well, darlin’, that would depend a great deal on you. I’d have you remove all your clothes and keep them off until Sunday, of course. And I know I’d make love to you, most likely in every room, including the shower. Then maybe we’d play a couple of games, where if you’d lost I’d insist you wear a specific piece of jewelry I like.” Noting her uncertain frown, he added, “Don’t worry, sugar. I’m not into piercings or blood play, just a few pretty clamps on the areas I want, pink and rosy and aching for me to soothe.”

When she winced and slunk down a little more, he asked, “Haven’t you ever worn nipple or pussy clamps before?”

“No, Sir.”

He frowned. “Really? So, how many Doms have you had durin’ your eight years as a submissive?”

“Three long-term relationships, Sir.”

“Three. And none of them entertained the thought of you wearin’ some special, sexy jewelry for them? Not even Kyle?”

She hesitated for a bit, then answered, “No, Sir.”

Jim regarded his new sub carefully. Suspecting Kelly Franklin’s experience in BDSM was severely unconventional, he longed to know more, but given her earlier reticence he chose not to press for further information tonight. Instead, he squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, smiling at her soft moan. “Well, I think those perky, pink tits of yours and your sexy little clit would look real cute in clamps.”

He admired the lovely blush staining her cheeks for a moment as she considered his words, then gave her butt a playful pat of encouragement. Although pleased by his ability to affect her decision, he wouldn’t be offering her much alternative, if she agreed to stay with him. What they did together would remain his choice, as it should.

“Okay.” She conceded with a shrug. “Perhaps. What else?”

“Well, since your little pucker hole is so sore right now, I might hold off giving it my full attention until Saturday night. If I think it’s up for more playin’ then, I’ll get out a few toys and try stretchin’ it some, so you can accept me back there, too.” Kelly totally wilted at those words, and not in a good way. “Darlin’, not five minutes ago you came beautifully with my finger thrust deep inside you. So, do you wanna tell me now what’s goin’ on with that long face of yours?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

* * * *

Yeah, she had come with his finger deep inside her, and it had felt good. Wonderful in fact, but Kelly had been hurt so badly during anal play, she needed surgery. As a consequence, hearing Master James tell her he intended to pursue having sex with her in her now puckering butt, scared her, and more than a little.

However, admitting her fear would only trigger additional questions she didn’t want to answer, so she kept quiet. She’d lied to him before, and even though he suspected it after examining her, she wasn’t ready to confess what she lied about.

His eyes radiating strong disapproval, he said, “Well, since you refuse to say what happened, I’ve got to assume there’s no problem. Because a good sub would never hold somethin’ so important back from her Dom. Right?”

When Kelly winced, her clever Dom reached over and pinched her chin. “You know I’d be real gentle with you, don’t you?”

She nodded reluctantly. He would be as gentle as possible, but as sore as his exam left her, she also knew sex with him was going to hurt, since the instrument he used could only place in the peewee division if entered into a contest of comparisons. The long, thick object pressing against her hip was far too intimidating, by her way of reckoning, and she wasn’t a quailing virgin by any means.

“As a matter fact,” he continued without pause. “I can promise you’d feel lots more pleasure back there than you recently did on my lap. So you have nothin’ to fear about me playin’ at your backdoor, no matter what you experienced before.”

Though convinced he was wrong, Kelly made no effort to contradict him. He must have sensed her disagreement, however, because he added, “And unless you give me a good reason why I shouldn’t, I intend to prove all that and more to you
real soon
.” He gave her nose another tap. “Whether you realize the truth or not, Kelly girl, you’re in for a treat when I finally show you how enjoyable backdoor play can be.”

Kelly didn’t dare shake her head, since doing so would only earn another reproof, if not a spanking, from her very strict Dom. However, considering his “larger-than-average” size, she suspected him entering through her backdoor would be anything but a treat.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Kelly realized her doubt-filled thoughts were more obvious than she thought when Jim’s determined smile evolved into a chuckle and he bent to give her a reassuring kiss. Except the brush of his firm lips against hers started a delicious tingle of desire stirring within her core, making her long for more as she clung to him.

Drawing back, he gave her a disapproving frown. “Enough of that, young lady. You’re far too temptin’ as it is without pressin’ those plump, luscious breasts of yours into my chest. Now, behave. I said we weren’t goin’ there, and I meant it. You’re still too sore, and if you doubt my words, I’ll prove ‘em to you in a way you’re not gonna like.”

She ducked her head back under his chin as an answer. She wouldn’t press for more tonight, but she’d reconsidered his invitation. If he could arouse her so strongly with a kiss, what else might he be able to do if they had additional time together?