10 Nights (12 page)

"Baby, I want you
to look at me." He waited for her to look at him before continuing.
"This isn't really a punishment, just a reminder. Now I want you to lie
over my lap and hang your hands down until they touch the floor." He
patted himself to show her where he wanted her.

Nervously she slid off
the couch and lowered herself over his legs. Her hands reached down to the
floor, where she clasped them together. Though she tried to relax, the muscles
in her legs and buttocks tensed; she knew he had large hands and was sure what
he was about to do would hurt. He caught her by surprise when instead of
hitting her he began to gently knead her cheeks.

He could feel the
tension in her as his hands squeezed and toyed with her cheeks, and knew he
would have to go easy on her, for her first time. She needed to be broken in,
since it was something he did for pleasure with other submissives, but he
realized if he went too fast or too hard with her he ran the risk of missing
out on teaching her other pleasures.

Stopping his groping he
raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her cheek. He didn't do it hard,
just hard enough to leave a red mark, roughly the size of his hand; he then
massaged the spot where the blow had landed.

Leah flexed her butt
cheek; the slap hadn't really hurt, it had been more of a sting, but the second
smack was harder and she gasped in response to it. A second time he stopped to
massage where he had struck her, then it seemed like open season; in quick
succession he brought his hand down a dozen times. Each smack was a little
harder than the one before it, and she squirmed under the assault until tears
rolled down her cheeks.

It wasn't so much the
pain that brought tears to her eyes and made her want to cry out for him to
stop, it was the humiliation of being punished in such a manner. Even as a
child she hadn't been punished physically, but she was sure it would have made
no difference if she had; she was an adult, and here she was being treated like
a child. The tears fell from her cheeks to the floor of the dungeon.

"You did very
good, baby," Rhett told her when he was finished. He was surprised she
hadn't asked him to stop, he'd expected her to, but it pleased him that she had
kept quiet, other than to gasp in pain towards the end. For someone not used to
his lifestyle she was responding to it far better than many of the others he
had trained.

Rolling her over her
pulled her into his arms; cradling her against his chest he wiped the tears
from her cheeks. "I think that's enough for tonight, let's go up to my
room." He lifted her off his lap and held her as he stood, setting her on
her feet when he was on his own. "Get dressed."

Leah was surprised to
hear that they were going to his room. She hadn't known what was going to
happen that night, but she had expected to be sent home after it was over,
which his words indicated it was. Though her ass throbbed, her heart soared.

She dressed quickly,
trying to hide how pleased his remark had made her.

He could see she was
doing her best not to show her pleasure, but it was there on her face, and it
brought a smile to his own. A smile whose arrival worried him slightly; he was
always in control of his emotions, whether in business or training a new
submissive, but he could feel a large crack forming in his normally cold heart
when it came to the innocent young woman before him.

Dismissing his concerns
as something to be dealt with another time he lifted her into his arms and
carried her upstairs. She was so slight that it took no effort and soon enough
they were in his bedroom, where he set her down before undressing quickly.
"Get out of that, baby, I want to make love to that beautiful body."

She wanted the same
thing and quickly slid the dress over her head and removed her underwear. She
was still uncomfortable being naked in front of a man, but after the events of
that night she didn't even think about it.

"Lie down in the
center of the bed, put your hands over your head and spread your legs."
Though her face was as red as her backside, she didn't hesitate to obey.
"Now don't move," he instructed her as his fingers slid between her thighs
and into her core, he gave a groan of relief when he discovered she was ready
for him, he wasn't sure he could have waited.

Moving between her legs
he thrust himself inside her, without warning or pause, until he was buried to
the hilt and they were groin to groin. Immediately he pulled back and thrust
himself into her again and again, rapidly picking up his pace.

He had no patience for
sweet easy lovemaking just then, he needed a release, and he fucked her with
abandon. He took her hard and fast, ignoring the moans prompted by the pounding
of her sore cheeks against the mattress.

Having already cum once
just a short while before it took longer than normal for him to reach his
climax, and by the time he had Leah had come undone twice in his arms. Both
times she screamed his name so loud he was glad he had a large house to
himself, and there were only his servants, who were used to such noises, to
hear.

Finally satiated he
pulled himself from her and rolled over onto his back, drawing her into his
arms so her head rested on his heaving chest. "You pleased me greatly
tonight, sweetheart." He kissed her on the top of her head. "Now
sleep."

The events of the night
had tired her and she soon drifted off, despite the burning of her cheeks,
which she had felt certain would make sleep impossible, and the way her mind
was buzzing from everything that had happened. She closed her eyes, expecting
to be awake for ages, and the next thing she knew it was morning.

The blaring of the
alarm woke her, eliciting a groan of dismay for the dream that had been
disturbed; a dream that had been more erotic than any other she could remember.

While she kept her eyes
closed tight and tried to burrow back under the covers, refusing to acknowledge
that it was morning already, Rhett slid out of bed with his usual enthusiasm.
"Come on, baby, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave." He
grinned as she reluctantly slid from the bed and followed him to the bathroom;
she was clearly not a morning person.

The warm spray and his
gentle fingers relaxed her to the point where she nearly drifted off to sleep
again. She was forced to keep one hand against the side of the cubicle to
remain upright. It was only when he began shaving her downy curls, doing so
without any warning, that she came fully awake, not sure what he was doing down
there until she looked. It was an effort on her part to remain still while he
worked, but she forced herself to, since she didn't wish to be cut by the razor
he was using.

When he was finished he
washed the skin there. It felt strange to look down and see herself as she
hadn't been for more than a decade, but when his tongue delved between her
lips, any thoughts she had on her new look were quickly pushed aside by
overwhelming passion.

She came quickly and
was still recovering from the internal explosion when he finished washing them
both off, doing so with a speed that left her breathless. He then pulled her
from the shower and positioned her, still dripping wet, over the bathroom
counter.

It was a new experience
for her, to see him in the mirror behind her as he took her savagely; fucking
her with such force that her knees almost buckled and she had to hold onto the
counter to remain on her feet.

By the time he came
undone she had enjoyed her second orgasm of the morning and sleep was the last
thing on her mind. Though she had given no thought to it as he entered her, she
was relieved to see him pull off a condom and toss it into the wastebasket when
he withdrew. She hadn't seen him put it on.

The water was still
running, such had been his need to take her and he pulled her back under the
cascading water. Leah was stunned at how easily he had aroused her body from
her usual early morning lethargy to an adrenaline high that she was sure
wouldn't wear off for another hour at least.

"Get dressed, sweetheart;
before I decide to take you again." Stepping from the shower, Rhett
wrapped his lower body in a towel and made for the bedroom, leaving her
standing under the flowing water ogling him.

When she finally made
it back into the bedroom she found he was already fully dressed. "Bring a
change of clothes when you come tonight," he told her as he sat down on
the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. "Nine o'clock, don't make me
wait." With his shoes on he crossed the room to her, grabbing her hair he
pulled her head back and kissed her deeply before letting her go so quickly she
had to catch her balance. "Clothes, now!"

Her mind reeled at the
suddenness of his action and she hurriedly dressed. She barely had time to
catch her breath before he led her downstairs and out the front door; they
hadn’t even taken the time to have breakfast, which startled her. When they
stepped outside he got his first glimpse of her old pickup truck.

"This is what
you're driving?" He was not at all happy with the rusty heap she called a
vehicle. At her nod he shook his head and pulled her toward his garage.
"Not any longer; it doesn't look safe and I don't like it. You can have
one of mine." He pushed a button on his key chain and the garage doors
opened, revealing three sporty cars.

He walked over to the
wall and pulled down a key ring. "Take the yellow one, it suits you."
Holding the keys out he waited for her to take them.

Her mouth fell open
slightly as she looked at the Lamborghini in stunned amazement. "I can't
take this, Sir." She shook her head even as she looked longingly at the
gorgeous ride.

"You can take it,
and you will, because it pleases me, and I won't take no for answer, am I
understood?" His face darkened momentarily, not liking that she was
willing to deny him over something that, to him, was so insignificant.

"But, Sir, it's
too much." She didn't like arguing with him, but the gift, even if it was
only temporary, was way over the top. Biting her lip nervously she lowered her
eyes, aware that she was making him angry.

"You will take the
car and drive home, now, because if you don't I am going to be late and your
sexy little ass is going to be burning, instead of enjoying the feel of the
leather seat in my gift." He grabbed her hand and turned it over, pressing
the keys into her palm before closing her fingers over them. "I'll have
the paperwork signed over to you during the day."

Leah couldn't speak,
she was in shock, not just from the appearance of his Dom persona at that time,
but because she had thought the car was too much as a loan, to hear that he was
simply going to give her the car was overwhelming. She didn't need to know how
much the car had cost him to realize that it was worth more than all four years
tuition of her degree course.

As he opened the
driver's door and held it for her she slid into the soft buttery leather seat,
not sure how to react to his ability to be both generous and domineering at the
same time.

"Drive safe, and
no speeding tickets." His eyes were cold as he shut the door.

It took her a few
moments to work out how to adjust the seat and wing mirrors; he was so much
taller than her that there was no way she could have reached the pedals from
where the seat was. Unnerved by his apparent dislike of being denied, on
anything, her hand shook as she slid the key into the ignition. The engine
turned over at once and after finding reverse she slowly backed out of the
garage.

She honestly didn't
want the car, not only did she consider it too extravagant a gift, especially
after they had only spent two nights together, but she was terrified of
damaging it. There was also the fact that she didn't have anything like the
money it would take to run the car, let alone insure it; she hated to think how
much it was going to cost just to keep the tank topped up.

Despite her misgivings,
and her uncertainty about the gift, Leah realized there was no point in even
attempting to discuss the matter with Rhett again. His reaction to her
declining the offer in the first place was enough to convince her that he
wouldn't listen if she brought it up; instead would almost certainly discipline
her.

As she drove home she
found she had to concentrate hard on her speed, the slightest touch of her toe
on the gas pedal and the car picked up speed like she was on a race track
gunning for the finish line.

By the time she reached
the campus Leah found herself admitting that it was the most incredible car
she'd ever ridden in, let alone driven, and it was amazing to her that Rhett
had gifted it to her. His attitude as he gave her the gift however left her
wondering what the hell she'd gotten herself into though; she couldn't believe
he could change so quickly.

Driving through the
campus toward the parking lot for her dorm she got more than a few admiring
looks from the guys she passed, though she was sure it was car they were
admiring, not her. When she finally parked, doing so cautiously out of fear of
scratching the paint, she got out and quickly hit the button for the alarm. She
was terrified by the thought of something happening to the car.

It didn't take her long
to reach her room, but the whole way there she worried that something might
have already happened to the expensive gift she'd been given. Walking through
the door she took out her phone and dropped onto the couch. She needed to talk
to her best friend about the strange end to the morning and was glad when Janie
answered after just a couple of rings.