Code Of Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novella Trilogy, Book 1) (6 page)

“I wonder, sometimes, what you look like; if you are as beautiful as your words.”

“Beauty is subject, though, in honesty, I wonder what you look like as well.”

“I found it exciting we never shared photos with one another. Had we, I don’t think I would have been able to resist you as long as I have.”

“What do you imagine I look like?” Alex asked, leaning back against the couch and resting her hands on her stomach.

“We won’t play that game, Alexandra. I could give you an image of a woman in my fantasy that looks nothing like you and I’ll never get the chance to speak with you again,” Tobias chuckled. “I do imagine you as soft, luscious… cozy and warm, like a sunny day on the ocean. I’ve imagined your supple skin underneath my hands. Your soft voice in my ear, whispering your beautiful words to me.”

Alex’s chest heaved as she took in a large breath of air. She had forgotten to breathe as she listened to his soft, yet strong voice, whispering his desire in her ear.

“I think of you more than I should, Alexandra.”

“I think of you too, Tobias.”

“I won’t begin to pretend I don’t want you as mine. I want you to open for me, bloom like a flower. This is why I tasked you the other day. I wanted to begin to train you, to be mine. I am sorry if I overstepped.”

“No. Don’t be sorry, Tobias. I- I… I enjoyed it,” Alex whispered. “When I got your email, your instructions… your command, I immediately made it my priority. And, that’s odd for me. I’ve lived alone for so long, lived my life the way I’ve wanted to for such a long time, it was exciting to have someone task me and pull me from my comfort zone. I enjoyed the other night more than I’ve enjoyed anything in a long time. It was new and exciting and arousing. I….”

Alex held her tongue, afraid to admit what she was about to. He was, still, a stranger. He was still only a voice.

“Say it, sweetheart.”

“I wanted (it). I need it, Tobias.”

Tobias released a sound half way between a laugh and sigh. “I know you do, Alexandra. At some point in our (messages,) I could tell you would be right for me. I know that’s not what you wanted, but something deep inside spoke to me about you. Call it intuition, call it fate. You just spoke to me and I, unconsciously, began to task you as I normally do my subs. From the beginning(,) you were ripe for training. Why do you think you respond to my messages so diligently?”

“Because you trained me to?”

“Exactly.”

Alex lifted her body from the couch, standing to her feet. The conversation had taken a turn so overwhelming(,) she needed to stand in order to clear her head. “How else can you train me, Tobias?(”)

“Ultimately, darling, to be mine. That is, if that is what you would want to do.”

“What does that mean? What does that mean for me?”

“That means you would serve me in the ways I would train you to serve me and, in return, you would constantly have the feeling you’ve felt the past several days: desired, cared for, supported, stretched, challenged.”

Alex’s head reeled. “This is all so…”

“So much?” Tobias asked.

“Yes. I didn’t mean for this to go this way. I was just looking for some information, some knowledge and instead, I found. I found… you. You’re so strong, Tobias. Men don’t normally have the ability to affect me with words. You did, from the very start.”

“It was actually you, Alexandra, who ensnared me. Your ad, it had more polish and professionalism than I’ve come across in years. You’re truly a woman of class and sophistication. You arouse me in ways I probably shouldn’t say over the phone.”

Alex smiled, “No, Tobias. Tell me.”

Tobias sighed as his end of the line became static and crackly for several seconds. He groaned softly and Alex could tell he was moving, the phone shuffling in his hand as he searched for a comfortable position. “I want you to do something for me, Alexandra. I want you to walk to your largest mirror and undress for me.”

“Really?” Alex asked, her eyes widening and her mouth parting in shock.

“Yes. Go now. Walk to your largest mirror and stand facing it.”

Grabbing her phone, Alex quickly made her way down the hallway and to her bedroom, shutting her door and looking in the full-length mirror bolted to the back. Tossing her phone, carefully, to the ivory carpet below, she placed her fingers on the hem of her top.

“Ok,” she said.

“Undress,” Tobias instructed.

Alex began to undress, slowly unbuttoning the thigh-length silk, salmon shirt she wore.

“Tell me what you are wearing and every step you take to remove it from your body,” he said.

“I’m, um…” Alex quivered. “I have on a long, silk shirt. It’s in a soft pink. I’m unbuttoning each button now.”

“Good, Alexandra. Tell me when you have removed the shirt.”

Pushing each button through the hole, she informed him when she began sliding the sleeves down her arms. “I’m removing the shirt now. I’m sliding the sleeves down.”

“Fold the shirt. Do not let it fall to the floor in a heap. Fold it nicely, delicately, and then set it aside.”

“Yes, Tobias,” Alexandra replied.

“Good girl,” he prided.

As instructed, Alexandra folded the shirt neatly and placed it on the nightstand several steps from the door. “Now I’m unbuttoning my pants. They’re tight, black stretch pants that stop just above my ankle. I’m unzipping the zipper and reaching in to pull them down my thighs.”

“Slowly,” Tobias commanded. “Nice and slow, Alexandra.”

Alexandra imagined Tobias in her room with her, watching intently as she peeled the clothing from her body. His broad shoulder leaned against the door as he peered from beneath the dark, ruffled hair that feel just in his eye line. His thick lips held a satisfied smirk as his eyes took in her body from head-to-toe. She felt a chill run through her body as the thought of his eyes upon her led her to (strip) herself barer than (she’d) ever been.

“My pants are at the floor now, Tobias, and I’m sliding them down my ankles as I allow my feet to, carefully, step from within. As you instructed, I’m picking them up, folding them neatly, and placing them on the dresser just near me.”

“That’s it, Alexandra. Yes, darling…”

“I’m only in my underwear. My panties and my bra. I wish you could see them,” Alexandra said as she stared at herself in the mirror. Placing her hands at her back, she reached to unhook her bra, eager to dictate her every move for him.

“I wore my black cotton bra today. It’s cool and comfortable against my skin and, sometimes, I can feel the delicious sensation of my nipple (rubbing) against the soft cotton.”

Tobias moaned quietly, his deep voice full of an agonizing pleasure that pushed Alexandra to torture and torment him more.

“I’m pulling the straps down my shoulders, Tobias.”

“Describe them to me, pet. Use your wonderful gift of words to tell me the story of your body.”

Alexandra took several steps closer to the mirror. She’d written many things and described many a person, imaginary or real, but never had she described herself. Staring for several seconds, she described the character that was her.

“They’re delicate and angled, with a small heart-shaped mole just at the curve above the right arm. A warm sun kissed bronze from tank tops and rolled up t-shirts during morning runs, they lead to my shapely arms, kissed with a smattering of reddish freckles. My breasts fall from my brassiere as I lay it, carefully, atop my other clothing on the dresser.”

“I see you, Alexandra. Dear, God it’s like I see you in my mind. Keep going, pet.”

“My breasts are pert, delicate and soft handfuls of creamy white with smooth pink areaolas and small, delicate nipples. They’re puckering from the cool air. Hard and pointy, they’re erect now.”

Alex could hear Tobias’s breathing begin to labor in her ear. The sound of his breath ignited her sexual instincts and, with her prose, brought him closer to her though they were miles apart.

“As I slide my thumbs under the side straps of my sheer, pink panties, I see the red lacquer of my fingernails beneath the fabric. Twisting the fabric until it pinches at the sides of my slim waist; I feel the sharp sting against my skin. A small patch of red appears at my waist as I pull one side down first, then, the other, to expose my hips to the night air.”

“You are exquisite, Alexandra,” Tobias said softly. “Reveal every beautiful inch of your body to me.”

“My panties slide down my curvaceous thighs easily, stopping just at my knees. I part my knees to allow them to fall to the floor, stepping from them carefully, bending seductively to pick them up, fold them and place them atop my other garments. I am naked for you now, Tobias, just as you have wanted me.”

“I want you to admire the woman in the mirror, Alexandra. Admire her as I’d admire you were I there. Let your eyes roam your glorious body. This woman you see. Right now. She is mine. Do you understand, Alexandra?”

Alex’s face stared in the mirror, enraptured and enchanted by her nudity on display for a man miles away. Placing her hands on her thighs, softly, she caressed herself.

“Yes, Tobias,” she replied. “I understand.”

“I don’t know what will happen, Alexandra. I don’t know what we’ll feel tomorrow or the next day or if this entire thing has been nothing more than two people, lost in one another’s words, but right now, this moment, you are mine. I want you to open for me just like you have been the past several months. I want you to listen to my words, follow my commands and be mine tonight. Will you do that for me, Alexandra?”

“Yes, Tobias.”

“Walk to your bed, pet, and lay down.”

In a trance, Alex turned from her mirror and walked to her bed, stepping on the toe of her right foot and swiveling on the heel of her left, she backed her knees against the edge. Lowering slowly, she sat, feeling the coolness of the down comforter against her cheeks. Lying back, she picked up her feet and laid her legs on the bed.

“Now, spread your beautiful flower for me,” Tobias commanded. “Place your heels on the bed, spread your knees wide and open yourself for me.”

Following his command, Alexandra opened herself, waiting patient for her mysterious master’s next instruction.

“Slide your fingers in, pet, and make yourself wet. I want to hear you cream for me.”

“Oh, Tobias,” Alex moaned as she slid her delicate fingers between the lips of her pussy and felt the wetness that had soaked her from within ever since they’d begun their conversation. “I’ve been wet all night. I couldn’t help it.”

“I’ve been hard for you all night, Alexandra. You just don’t know how difficult it was for me to hold it together. Your angelic voice and your beautiful words. I’ve needed you, pet. I’ve needed you so badly.”

“I’m yours, Tobias,” Alex moaned. “I’m yours right now.”

“Twirl your finger softy against your clit, pet. Swell and expand for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Tobias,” Alex said as she curled the tip of of her long finger around her growing pearl. She moaned softly into the phone, communicating her growing arousal to Tobias.

“From this point on, Alex, you will call me Sir. Do you understand?”

Alex closed her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“You will make a glorious submissive, Alex; my perfect little slave. I have no doubt about this. I have no doubt, sweetheart.”

Alex could hear his breath laboring and his words catching in his throat. She could tell he was as close as she was. Hypnotized by his seduction, Alex quickened the rhythm of her finger against her clit, twisting and twirling the pulsating knob to ecstasy, whimpering softly into the phone.

“I can’t hold it! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she screamed. “Please, please, may I come, Sir?!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Come for me, Alexandra. Come hard!”

Tobias moaned. He was coming with her. “Yes! Yes!” he cried, signaling his impending explosion and crying out her name, “Alexandra!” as shuddering release possessed his body. His deep, guttural moans pierced her ears, lifting her soul and pulling her over the cliff with him into the crashing ocean of her own orgasm. Her back arched and throat released a searing cry that smacked against her ceiling as she ripples of pleasure seared through every inch of her body.

She extended her free arm her my side, turning the palm downward and gripping the comforter as the sweetness racked her body. Holding tightly, she rode it until it subsided, little quivers causing her to convulse until she was spent, the sweet and sticky remains of her arousal soaking her thighs and fingertips.

They lay in the afterglow of their audible union, listening intently to one another’s labored breathing until they returned to normal and we were able to, softly and sweetly, bid one another sweet dreams. Neither one of the two hung up, keeping their respective phones at their ears until they each fell into a blissful and beautiful slumber.

CHAPTER SIX

“Thank you, Sirella,” I said, taking the wine glass from her waiting hands and sitting back against the sofa.

It was late early Saturday evening and I sat in the couple’s living room, sipping from a six year old chardonnay the pair had retrieved from their wine cellar.

Come to find out, Lark, his Dom name, was really Stephen, the heir to a Sonoma County winery his grandfather started in the early 1930s. Their home Bay Area home, one of the three they split their time, was lousy with wines and spirits they were eager to share with the young newcomer. Sirella, her submissive name, was really Denise, a Vietnamese accountant several years older than Alex, but nearly a decade younger than her husband. The pair met online on a popular BDSM dating site and, after becoming play partners for over the better part of a year, decided to take their relationship to the next level when they realized they’d developed feelings for one another. Denise, a switch, ended her relationship with her then subs, moved in with Stephen and became his full-time, 24/7, live-in collared slave. According to her, “It was the happiest day of my life.”

After calling the couple several days prior to thank them for their graciousness the week before at Subspace, and seeing if they would be visiting the club the following weekend, they invited me for dinner before offering to ride over with them, saying they had thoroughly enjoyed my company and felt it their duty to take a genuine interest in my introduction to the community.