The 30 Day Sub (6 page)

“Well he’s not here, is he? Now sit down and eat.”
Torrance walked the plate over to the table and he noticed she’d crossed her
arms over her chest. But she was standing very still.
“Cate.
Eat.”

She shook her head. “I will not go against my
master’s orders.”

“I’m your master! Now get your ass to the table and
eat, or I’m going to bend you over the couch again and make you wish you would
have listened the first time.”

Cate’s eyes narrowed. “You’d spank me for following
my master’s wishes?” Slowly, she walked forward. “You don’t need an excuse to
spank me, Tor. I’ll gladly bend over and let you do whatever you’d like.”

He groaned, and then he was walking forward before
he could stop himself. He pulled her by the arm and led her to the couch. “I
don’t give a shit what diet you’re supposed to be on. I told you from the first
day, you’re mine for as long as you stay in this house. If I tell you to eat, then
you’ll goddamn fucking
eat
.
”

He jerked down the yoga pants and connected his hand
against her ass, hard––harder than he probably should have, for the first slap.
“And you seriously think I need an excuse, Cate? I’ll take you whenever I damn
well feel like it. I own you. Now let me hear it. Who’s your master while
you’re here?” He spanked her again, and she moaned, pushing her ass into him as
he caressed the bright red skin.

“You are.”

He spanked her again. “I am…what? You can’t say I’m
your master, and then not say
master
at the end. Come on, doll. You know better than that.”

“You are, Master.”

“Better.” Torrance rubbed his fingers down her slit
and closed his eyes at the amount of wetness she had for him. Slowly, he slid a
finger inside. The tightness that encased his finger was torture. Fuck, he
wanted his cock in her pussy so badly it was going to kill him. One time
wouldn’t be bad, would it? He slid another finger inside and pushed deep.

“Please,” she whispered. The word had so much power
to it that he couldn’t resist.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. Torrance walked into his
room and opened the nightstand. The
conDoms
were
right there. All he had to do was grab one and he’d be free to fuck her until
he dropped. Yet, he hesitated. “Shit.” He grabbed one and closed his eyes. What
was he doing? Why was this decision even hard? He wanted her. She wanted him.
Fucking piece of cake.
Torrance pushed away all the
thoughts, but Cate. She’d said
please
.

Torrance grabbed the lube too, and walked back into
the living room. The bright red of her ass had his cock pulsing all over again.
“I’m going to fuck you, Cate. But on one condition.”

Her head lifted, but she looked straight ahead.
Damn, she was such a good sub when she wasn’t trying to get him all riled up.

“What’s that, Master?”

“You’ll wear a butt plug until I get home in a few
hours. If you decline, we stop here and you go to the table and eat like a good
girl.”

Cate got quiet as she stared forward. “I’ve never worn
one before. But I will.”

His hand went between her legs. Torrance poured some
lube on her ass and massaged the wetness all the way down to her folds. “I’m
going to break you in good, doll. Before long, my cock is going to be sliding
deep inside that tight little opening you have there.” His fingertip pushed
inside her ass and she met him eagerly. The action had his finger almost
completely inside of her.

Torrance bit his lip and eased his middle and ringer
fingers into her pussy at the same time. With both of her entrances filled, he
watched her take him greedily. She moaned, rocking her hips. The erotic
movement had him withdrawing his fingers. He opened the
conDom
and slid it onto his thick length.

“You are not allowed to move. If you do, I stop.”
His fingers clutched her ponytail and he pulled her head back. Slowly, he
pushed the tip of his cock inside of her. Tightness encircled him and he paused,
giving her time to adjust.

A knock at the door spun both of their heads at the startling
noise. “Are you expecting company?” She looked up at him.

“No.” Torrance growled and stepped back. He pulled
the
conDom
off and handed Cate the lube. “Put this in
the drawer next to the bed and wait for me there, naked. You are not to leave
that bed. Understand me?”

“Yes, Master.” She stood and pulled up her pants.
The moment the door shut, Torrance threw the
conDom
in the trash. He adjusted his shorts and looked through the peephole.

He grabbed the knob and hesitated. Jill. What the
hell was Jill doing here? He glanced toward the bedroom and cracked the door
open. The moment Jill saw him she lowered to her knees.

“Stand up,” he snapped. “I’m not your master,
anymore. What? I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be coming here anymore.”

Blonde hair fell over her shoulder as she stood up.
The half trench she wore opened, revealing a bright red corset and matching
panties. The stockings were attached to the garter belt around her lower waist.
“Dave and I aren’t working out. I was wondering if you were interested in where
we left
off?
I’m different now, Tor. I…” she paused.
“I’m ready to come home.”

“This isn’t your home, Jill. We both agreed we
needed other things. We’ve moved on.”

Her blue eyes came up to meet his. “I never really
did.” Her hands lifted to his chest.

When her head jerked toward the bedroom, he knew in
the pit of his stomach that Cate stood there. He turned and looked into her
face. Shock was definitely present, but what looked like the slightest bit of
hurt also masked her features.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I had messages from Doc on
my phone. I thought maybe it was he. Please continue. I was just about to
leave, anyway.”

Cate went back into the room and shut the door. He
turned to Jill and pushed her hands down. “Go.” The command was short, but to
the point. Her eyes narrowed and she spun around to the elevator. Torrance shut
the door with all the fury he felt.

The moment he entered the bedroom, Cate was sliding
the dress over her head. “I told you not to get off that bed.”

She glanced at him, but continued with her task.

“Cate.
Get
on the bed.”

She laughed and slid on her shoes. “Sorry, but I
don’t think so. I’m going to need that list from my master. I’ll do what I can
to follow his orders on my own.”

Torrance couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He
walked over and lifted her face.
“All this because of Jill?”

“I told you from the beginning, I didn’t want to be
mixed up with any of your drama. I wanted to be trained by my actual master.
Since that wasn’t possible, I took a chance by trusting you. You said I had
nothing to worry about.” She sighed. “She’s…beautiful. The girl clearly wants
you back. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but maybe she has
changed. You’ll never know unless you find out.”

“Jill isn’t who I want. Things ended for a reason.
It was a mutual break-up. Whether she’s changed or not is not my concern. I’m
done with her. There’s nothing there for me whatsoever.”

Cate shrugged out of his touch and walked over to
her bags. “You’re an amazing person, Torrance. It was an honor serving you. It
really was. But I should be going. I need to focus on what my master wants, and
you’ve already taught me so much. I’m sure by the time he gets back, I’ll have
learned enough to at least be able to please him a little.”

Torrance was torn. He’d never stopped anyone when it
came to personal decisions, but he couldn’t bear letting Cate leave so soon.
“Stay.”

She leaned down and picked up her bags. “Thirty days
is such a long time to live with a person, considering the kind of relationship
we have. I’m starting to realize that with each day I get to know you better.
If I stay, we both know my transition won’t go as smoothly as it should. I wish
you the best, Tor. And I really hope you find a worthy enough sub, someday.”

Cate headed for the front door and Torrance rushed
over and stood in front of it. “I like having you around. Stay. You can have
the guest bedroom. I’ll continue to train you, but your clothes will stay on.
It’ll all be verbal. There will be no more girls coming to the door. I can
promise you that.”

“It’s not just the girls, Torrance. I’m really not
that upset about it at all. I kind of figured it would happen at some point. I
mean, look at you,” she laughed. “You’re every woman’s dream. I’m actually
surprised it hasn’t happened before this.” The bags shifted in her hands. “We
both know
it’s
better this way. We had a great time.
Let’s end it on that note.”

Torrance clutched the handle behind him. She was
right, and he knew it was probably for the best. But dammit, he wasn’t ready to
let her leave. “I promised Doc I would train you for 30 days. Don’t make me
have to tell him that I couldn’t do the job. Word gets around in our community.
A sub is only as good as the master. If they feel I couldn’t control you…”

The way Cate’s eyes widened, he knew she believed
him. God, he was a sorry son of a bitch. Although what he said was true, he
could seriously not care less what other people thought of him. But she didn’t
need to know that.

Chapter
Six

Cate’s face filled with worry as he took her in. She
shifted under his gaze. “I wasn’t aware. I’m sorry. The last thing I want is
anyone doubting your training ability.”

Torrance felt himself sag into the door in relief.
Maybe it was best that things had worked out this way. Now he could get the
distance he knew was best for both of them. Even though his mind knew it, he
was still having a hard time convincing himself. At least she’d stayed, though.
Even if he couldn’t touch her, at least she was still under his roof.

“Here, let me show you to the guest bedroom. You can
get all set up in there, and then we’ll set some hours for your sub training.”
He led her into the back bedroom and paused as he looked around. Cate
immediately stepped around him. Her mouth opened in shock as she took in all of
his toys.
 

“Amazing,” she whispered. Her eyes turned to look at
him. “Will you show me how they work?” She laughed.
 
She quickly shook her head. “I mean, not, you
know…in person, per se. Just show me.”

“Of course.
You’ll need to know.” Torrance was sure his cock couldn’t get any harder. “I’ll
move all of this in my room. It’s bigger, and you’ll have more space.”

Cate’s hand lifted a little. “Will you leave it? All
I really need is the bed.” Her gaze focused on the St. Andrew Cross, and she
walked up and ran her touch down the padded leather that rested against the X.
“I think I’d like this one,” she said, picking up the dangling cuff that hung
from one of the sides of the cross.

It took everything Torrance had not to walk forward
and strip her down. He wanted her on that cross.
Wanted to
test her pain tolerance with his riding crop.
Hell, the flogger would be
enjoyable, too.

As she inspected everything, he sat her bags down
and left for his room. He took the list from his dresser drawer and looked at
her master’s orders. The disgust that washed over him he knew was unwarranted.
Yeah, some of the things were ridiculous, but nothing worth him getting all
worked up over. He headed back into Cate’s room and handed it to her. She
peered down and her head jerked up.

“I haven’t done over half of these things, Tor. Why
didn’t you show me this earlier?”

The answer wouldn’t come. He truthfully had no idea.
Maybe it was because he couldn’t bear to see her do anything for ‘him’, or it
could have been because of how time-consuming each item was. He’d never get to
see her. “Guess they just didn’t seem like a big deal to me.”

“I’m supposed to have a log of my weight loss from
day one. We’re on day nine!” She collapsed to the bed. “He’s going to be so
upset with me. I haven’t even met him, yet I already feel like I failed.”

“Nonsense.”
Torrance sat next to her. “I’ll just tell him I forgot to give it to you.
Solved.”

Cate sighed. “Thank you. That might make it better.”
Her eyes went back to the list.

 
A knock had
Torrance groaning. He looked at Cate. “If it’s a girl, I’m going to assume
someone is playing a joke on me, because this doesn’t happen.
Ever.”
He stood and held his hand out to her. “Come. You
will not stay back here and hide out of sight.”

Cate took his hand and they answered the door
together. A man handed him a package, addressed to Cate. It was from her master,
which instantly put a sour taste in Torrance’s mouth.

“Looks like someone got gifts from Brazil.” He shut
the door and she grabbed the box from his hand.

“Presents!”
The
excitement in her voice was evident, and made him want to go out and buy her
something big. Something that would put whatever was inside that box to shame.
Cate took the package into the kitchen and used a knife to cut through the
tape. All Torrance could do was watch as she opened it and pulled out a letter.
As she began to read out loud, he rested his arms on the bar.