10 Nights (14 page)

The defiant tone of her
response gave him his answer, and it blew his mind; his mouth hung open
slightly as he tried to regroup. He had expected her to beg him to stop and
knew she'd have a hard time sitting in the morning if he continued. His little
girl was a hard case, he bit back a smile and decide to change tactics.
"Well I guess we'll just have to reinforce the lesson, little girl. Don't
move!"

Returning to the
cupboard he took out a video camera and tripod. He had stationary cameras set
up around the dungeon, but those just wouldn't do for what he was after then. He
wanted close-ups of her face so he set the camera up in front of her, where it
would capture her face and body. "I want you to have the tape I am about
to make, so you'll think twice the next time you consider talking back to me,
or doing anything else you know I wouldn't approve of."

He wasn't about to
paddle her anymore, he knew her tender flesh couldn't take anymore without
causing her more damage than she could recover from easily. There were other
ways for him to punish her though, ways that were more mental than physical,
and he doubted it would be long before she was demanding he stop.

Pushing record he
collected a few more items from the cupboard. "Remember, girl, you can
stop this at any time." His tone suggested it would be a good idea for her
to remember that. He was impressed that she was holding out so well when she
was so clearly in pain, it proved to him that she was made to be a submissive,
even if she didn’t know it.

I'm not bound to this stupid
contraption, Leah thought; she could get up any time she wanted. She knew she
was being stubborn, unnecessarily so, but some instinct told her that as much
as he wanted her to obey him, he wanted someone who would force him to dominate
them, not someone who would submit to him easily. "Yes, Sir." She
imbued her voice with all the insolence she could muster, determined to prove
to him that she was worthy to be his submissive, even if she didn't understand
how she knew what he wanted from her.

While she tensed her
body, waiting for whatever he was going to do next, she wondered just how far
he would go. Would he go so far as to leave her with marks? The thought sent a
shiver through her which she did her best to ignore. She didn't think he would
go to that extreme, but she couldn't be certain.

Damn she was feisty, Rhett
shook his head. He would never have expected it of her at their first meeting.
It made the challenge of taming her all the more exciting.

Lighting a candle he
held it above her. "Bad little girls need to learn to show respect,"
he told her, tilting the candle he moved it over the top of her already
stinging ass so the dripping wax left a trail across her flaming skin.

Leah gasped as each
drip of wax struck her. The combination of the hot wax on her paddled cheeks
was almost too much to bear, but as the wax cooled the pain subsided and she
relaxed.

When she didn't react
the way he expected Rhett lowered the candle closer to her butt and dripped
another trail of molten wax across it. Her soft whimpers proved to him that
tough as she was trying to be, she was close to cracking.

"Had enough yet,
little girl?" He really wanted to stop the punishment, take her upstairs,
and make love to her; after all, her infraction wasn't that bad. He couldn't do
what he wanted until she conceded though, if he gave in before she did then he
would lose all authority and control over her, and that wasn't something he was
prepared to do.

"No, Sir,"
Leah forced out. Her body screamed at her to submit, to say what he wanted to
hear and end the pain and humiliation, but the stubborn streak in her wouldn't
allow it.

"Just remember you
asked for this, baby." He picked up a bottle of lube and covered his
finger before moving back to her. Spreading her ass cheeks he drenched her
tight bud with the oil.

Leah held her breath as
his finger touched her there, hoping he was just toying with her. She knew she
would break if he did what she thought he was about to. She tensed as she felt
his finger circling the tight opening.

"Are you sorry for
being a smartass?" he asked; from how tight her body was strung he knew he
was winning the battle of wills.

She wanted to hit him
at that moment, more than she had ever wanted to hit anyone, even her father
after the way he had treated her mother. She had no doubt he was going to go
through with it if she didn't submit, and it would hurt, but still she couldn't
bring herself to.

Anal sex was something
she'd never considered before; hell, who was she skidding, she thought, she'd
never even considered regular sex until she met Rhett. The idea of it turned
her stomach slightly. Despite that, the words that came out of her mouth were a
denial, "N-no, Sir." It was the tone of his voice that made her say
it, she was sure, he sounded so sure of his victory over her. She didn't like
the idea that he could bend her to his will so easily.

He pushed his index
finger against her tight bud, barely entering her. "Are you sure about
that?" She was going to fold; he knew it. It took weeks to properly
prepare a submissive for what he was doing, to be sure she wasn't hurt, and
Leah was nowhere near ready. As much as he found the thought of her not folding
a delicious fantasy, he had no desire to hurt her.

She squeezed her eyes
shut, desperately trying to think of anything but the digit invading her body.
Again her mind screamed at her to give in, but she just couldn't do it.
"I'm sure, S-sir." Despite her words her voice quavered and her body
trembled.

His finger pushed
deeper inside her and he bit back a groan at how tight she was. The thought of
taking her that way had his cock rock hard and he slowly inched his finger in
and out.

Tears rolled down
Leah's cheeks at the strange sensation. She didn't like the way it felt and her
muscles automatically clenched in an effort to expel the intruder, not
realizing that by doing so she was only making things worse. When she felt a
second finger pushing in alongside the first she began to wiggle her butt,
trying to pull away. The stretching sensation was painful and she wasn't sure
how much more she could bear.

With his free hand
Rhett grabbed her hip and held her still, preventing her efforts to get away as
he finger-fucked her ass. He increased the tempo until her cries of distress
filled the room. "Apologize now, or I'm going to fuck this gorgeous
ass," he told her, his fingers ramming in and out of her like a piston.

The thought of his huge
rod stretching her and pumping into her was enough. Her ass was already painful
enough to make her think she would have difficulty sitting for quite some time;
she couldn't begin to imagine how much more it would hurt to have his cock
inside her. "I'm s-sorry, Sir," she whispered, tears streaming down
her face to fall to the floor as her body trembled. Her stubbornness was over,
she wanted it to end.

He pushed his fingers
as deep inside of her as they could go, and held them there. "I'm afraid I
didn't hear you." Twisting his fingers prompted a yelp that made him glad
things weren't going to go any further. She wasn't ready for it, and he made a
mental note to prepare her body so he could one day take her as he wanted to
without causing her so much pain.

"I was a b-bad
girl, Sir, and I'm s-sorry." Her face burned in humiliation, hating that
he had beaten her.

Gently he slid his
fingers from her and sighed heavily. Things had gone further than he had
planned, and he was glad it was over. He helped her off the spanking bench,
lifting her into his arms when her legs collapsed under her.

The session was over he
decided, carrying her out of the dungeon and all the way up to his bedroom,
where he used his foot to shove open the door since his hands were full. She
was still sobbing when they got there, her arms wrapped tight around his neck,
and he felt a moment's remorse, thinking he had pushed her too far.

When he reached the bed
he carefully laid her down, and then made his way into the bathroom to run a
bath for her. He didn't want to leave her alone while the water was running and
hovered in the doorway, his eyes going from the bath to the bed.

He would have to
remember not to push her so hard again, he though seeing her curled up in a
fetal position on his bed, tears still running down her cheeks, though her sobs
had subsided.

When the water was
ready he lifted her into his arms again, like she was a child, and carried her
through into the bathroom. Tenderly he lowered her into the warm water. She
winced at the pain in her ass, but managed to sit up and he stripped quickly so
he could join her in the oversized tub.

Tenderly he bathed her,
while she sat completely still, her beautiful eyes staring ahead without really
seeing.

He knew she was still
in shock from earlier and he felt more than a little guilt because of it. He
had never had things go so far so fast before and didn't really understand why
she hadn't submitted sooner.

After he had washed her
hair, he lifted her weak arms and bathed them one at a time. The color was
coming back to her cheeks as he carefully washed her legs and helped her stand
so he could wash her sore backside.

Needing her to respond
to him, to know that he hadn't taken things to the point where she would have
nothing more to do with him, he lathered his hands and washed the smooth heat
of her sex. He was relieved when her body flooded his fingers, letting him know
that she still wanted him physically, despite her emotional state.

Instinctively her body
responded to his touch, pushing back against his fingers, her eyes closing in
pleasure. For long minutes she'd been overwhelmed by the extent of the Dom
persona he'd revealed to her.

She could have stopped
him at any time, her weary mind told her; it had only gone as far as it had
because she allowed it to. She didn't understand why she had done so; it didn't
make sense to her.

As he slid his fingers
from her core she whimpered in disappointment. She didn't want him to stop
touching her. She wanted him to show her that he still wanted her, that her
defiance hadn't changed the way he felt about her. "Please, Sir," she
cried softly as he helped her sit again and washed away the remaining soap.

"What does my
sweet Leah need?" He caressed her hair, brushing it away from her face,
knowing he would give her anything she asked of him right then.

"Make love to me,
Sir." She hated the thought of him not liking her. It made her feel empty;
she needed the reassurance of his touch.

Standing he stepped out
of the bath and then reached down to lift Leah into his arms. He lowered her to
her feet and grabbed a towel, which he used to carefully dry every inch of
body. Once she was dry he toweled himself off and then took her hand; if his
girl wanted to make love then he would show her just how gentle he could be.

Laying Leah on the bed
he pulled on a condom then joined her, placing small kisses all over her face.
She was so damn precious, he thought to himself as unaccustomed emotions rose
up inside him. Things were becoming more personal than he was used to and it
surprised him, why Leah affected him so, when none of his other submissives had,
he didn't know.

Gently his hands
caressed her shoulders, and then moved down to her breasts before trailing down
to her firm legs. He lowered his mouth to a breast and suckled deeply as his
fingers slowly stroked her tender folds.

He wanted to show her a
softer side of him, afraid that he had overstepped the boundaries with his
invasion of her body. She had come to him in all her innocence and he had
unleashed too much, too fast.

Moving between her
parted thighs he joined their bodies. This time it was about her, not him, he
reminded himself and he kept his rhythm slow and measured, wanting to draw out
every ounce of passion she possessed. Her soft whimpers of need urged him on
but he forced himself to control his own needs, to focus on what was best for
her.

Her legs moved around
his waist, her heels pressing into his ass, trying to pull him deeper into her.
He was making love to her with a slow pace that was driving her insane with
desire. She didn't understand the strange emotion in his eyes but it was the
warmest look she'd ever been given by a man.

Her hips rose and fell
with each tender thrust. She felt lost in his eyes and wanted to tell him she
loved him, but it was impossible to fall in love so quickly, wasn't it? She
couldn't bring herself to say it with words, afraid he would laugh at her naïve
emotions, so she showed him with her body everything she was feeling.

She came undone around
him and clenched him tightly with her silken glove. Only when she had achieved
her own pleasure did he increase his rhythm to find his own release. He stayed
buried to the hilt inside her, his arms wrapped around her, until his cock
softened. Pulling himself from her he rolled onto his back, keeping her in his
arm.

"Sleep,
baby," he told her softly, his hands caressing her hair.

It was only a couple of
minutes before her breathing slowed and gentle snores reached his ears, telling
her she was asleep. He remained awake though, puzzling over his feelings for
the young woman in his arms as he stroked her hair. It was some time before
sleep finally caught up with him as well.