TheOneandOnly (19 page)

“They both talked about what the experience meant to them.
Eventually, they came to an understanding. He was kind of a jerk. She had a lot
more patience with his crap than I would have.”

“Do you believe a person can have an unemotional hook-up?”

“Yeah, it’s done all the time. But much like the girl in the
book, I wouldn’t tolerate it for a moment. Would you be okay with Steven using
the future Mrs. Jameson in a demo?”

He opened his mouth, “of course” on the tip of his tongue,
until an image of Steven tying Michelle to the St. Andrew’s Cross and whipping
her came to mind. His stomach actually clenched. He set his fork down and wiped
his mouth with a napkin. “Had you asked me that a week ago, I would have said
absolutely. Tonight, no, I wouldn’t be okay with it. I’d fire him on the spot
and Mrs. Jameson would receive a punishment she wouldn’t soon forget.” He got
up and threw his salad in the trash, knowing he wouldn’t be eating any more.
The whole idea left him feeling very unsettled. Luke was a very wise man
indeed.

When he came back to the table, he noticed one of the stage
lights glinting off his collar around Michelle’s neck and he was able to
breathe again.

“Come with me.” Sean led her to the far end of the stage
away from the bar and down a darkened hallway. He went to the last door on the
right, peeked in the viewing window, then spun the handle. Michelle was a
little hesitant, but walked inside. In consideration of her privacy, he took
off his shirt and hung it over the window.

“What the heck is that? It looks like a cross between a
picnic bench and a teeter-totter.”

Sean laughed. It had been a long time since he’d looked at a
spanking bench and thought of anything beyond its purpose. “You’ll understand
what it’s for in a few moments.” He went to her and wrapped his arms around
her. “You’re fun. And you look amazing in this outfit. Dana outdid herself with
this one. The rich burgundies bring out the color in your hair.”

“It was very thoughtful of them to send over the clothing.
Thanks for helping me with the ties. I was starting to feel like a challenged
spider.”

He remembered the look on her face when he’d gone into the
closet and found her with the ties in her hair and jumbled around her. Yeah,
that had been almost as endearing as the love they’d made after he’d gotten her
untangled. “I enjoyed it. Now let’s see if taking it off is half as much fun.”
He started working the hook and eye closures.

“That door doesn’t lock.”

“Nope.” He wondered if she’d push back and refuse. Once he’d
undone the last fastener, he removed her corset and laid it on the cabinet top.
“Off with the skirt and thong, subbie.”

She kept looking toward the door, but didn’t say anything as
she removed the rest of her clothing.

“Knees here.” He patted the leg supports. “Forearms here.” He
pointed to the arm supports.

“It’s a spanking bench?” She rested her forehead against his
chest.

Sean put his arms around her waist. “Read about one?”

She nodded. “Did I upset you?”

He tipped her head back so he could see her face. “Not in the
way you mean it. You did give me some things to think about though. Now, time
to trust me, subbie. Up on the bench.”

“I don’t suppose I could talk you into waiting until the
club closes…”

He understood this was hard for her, and yet she was still
following his orders. “Nope.” Once her back was to him, he drew out his cell
phone and texted Steven, telling him to stay clear. With the club closing soon
and the number of people thinning out, Steven was the only monitor on duty in
the area.

Sean rubbed her back. “Thank you for trusting me, subbie. I
know this is pushing your comfort zone.” He kicked his gym bag—he’d put in the
room earlier, in front of the door. It wouldn’t keep it shut, but it would slow
it down enough that he could protect her privacy.

“I trust you, Sean.”

He pulled four bundles of rope from his bag and draped three
of them on her back. “I’m going to tie you to the bench. Tell me your
safeword.”

“Seafood.”

Her breathing was speeding up as her anticipation built.

“Good girl. Have you ever heard of a tawse? I’m considering
using one tonight. They leave very distinctive marks.”

“Yes, they’re supposed to hurt. A lot.” Her voice quivered,
telling him he was pushing her hard.

“They can. Like most tools, it depends on the delivery.”
After securing her arms, he moved behind her and began binding her legs. “You
put some disturbing images in my mind tonight.”

“Did I? I’m sorry if I upset you.”

If any other sub had said that, he’d know it was a rote
statement, completely untruthful except as a ploy for him to go easy on her. He
suspected Michelle was being honest.

“What did I say?”

“You suggested you might demo with Steven. I hope you
realize that as long as you wear my collar, I decide who you come in contact
with.”

“The subs need to unite and fight for equality on that
issue.”

Sean chuckled. “Good luck. That’s an old standard that isn’t
likely to change in our lifetimes.” After knotting the last tie, he stood and
drew his flogger from his bag. “Keep your eyes shut.”

It always sent her nervousness level up a notch when he told
her not to look. Scary thoughts shot rapid-fire through her brain. She took a
deep breath and let it out slowly. He’d never hurt her and he wouldn’t start
now.

The pressure he applied to her back pushed her breastbone to
rest against the bench. “There’s a hole in the wood near your breasts. If I
choose, I can clamp your nipples and run the chain through the bench, ensuring
you don’t move. Well, not without considerable discomfort. Do you think that
will be necessary tonight, Michelle?” With his finger, he circled her areola.

“I’ll stay still, Sean,” she answered quickly.

“Good girl. If you’d used the word no, I was going to have
to do it anyway. No is a word I’m not fond of. Tonight, I forbid you from using
it. Do you understand, Michelle? It doesn’t matter what the context is, you are
not to use the word no.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“Good girl.” Sean pulled the flogger from his pocket and
very lightly began striking her back. “Does that hurt?”

“N…ot really. I like it.”

“I’m so glad.” Little by little, he began increasing the
strength of the strikes. “Is blue your favorite color?”

“N…My favorite color is red.”

“Mmm, so is mine. Like the color I’m making your skin. Such
deep, rich hues. But as much as I love the sounds you make when I give you a
flogging, it wasn’t my main objective for the evening.”

One hand pressed down on her back as his other caressed
between her ass cheeks. It was such a naughty feeling her stomach fluttered.

“I’m going to take you here one day soon, and tonight we’re
going to start some of the prep work. Are you worried how it will feel?”

“A little.”

As his finger pushed a little harder, Michelle started to
sit up, but the bindings held her in place. She was truly bound and at his
mercy. The hand he’d placed along her back disappeared and then his other one
did too. Panic started to set in until his thigh brushed along hers.

“You’re so tight, it’ll be a while before you can take me
comfortably. I’m feeling generous tonight and I’ll give you the option. Would
you rather we jumped right to it?”

“N…ot really. Let’s take the long road.” She giggled until
she felt something wet and cool swirl around her ass. As his thumb brushed
along her back, she realized it was just his finger back there.

“You’re learning such control. I’m proud of you. Now push
back against me, Michelle.”

As his finger slid in, she felt a slight burning sensation.
Not much, but it was new and disconcerting.

“Good girl.” He reassured her as he slid the strands of the
flogger up and down her back.

Just as she had relaxed and adjusted to his invasion, he
began swatting her back with the flogger and moving in and out of her ass with
his finger. Her clit started throbbing at the mixture of feelings strumming
through her.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…please don’t. Crap!” She’d said “no.”

Sean’s chuckle was low and slightly evil. She could just
imagine the smile on his face. “Tsk, tsk. You disobeyed your Dom, Michelle. You
know what that means, don’t you?”

“No…te, I’m very sorry. It was an accident.” Cr—aaa—pp!
she’d done it again.

“Very creative, Michelle, but it won’t keep you from facing
the consequences. Do you know what they might be?”

“Not really.” She giggled nervously.

Sean slowly pulled out of her ass. He kept his thigh pressed
against hers, but nothing else. She heard a few noises, but had no idea what he
was doing. Her tension level shot through the roof. Would he use the tawse?
Dang
it!
Why did she forget and say that blasted word?

“I know the wheels are turning in that busy brain of yours.
I bet you’re wondering if after you’ve taken your discipline you’ll be able to
sit comfortably in class tomorrow.”

Oh God
. She hadn’t even considered that.
Shit.
He’d warned her.

“Don’t worry, my love. You’ll only be deliciously sore, not
painfully.”

“That’s only marginally reassuring.”

He laughed again and she felt it in her toes. She was
falling in love with him. How the hell did that happen? A week ago she didn’t
even think there was such an emotion and now she was feeling it in spades. Oh
there was a whole lot of lust thrown in for good measure too, but it couldn’t
mask the foundation the lust was built upon.

“You need to relax, honey, and press back against me again.”

She knew immediately he wasn’t using his finger this time.
It felt too big and she started to panic until he began talking to her again.

“You’re doing fine, Michelle. Take a deep breath and push
against it like you were trying to shove it away.”

Forcing her muscles to relax, she followed his instructions.
Just as it entered her, Sean swung the flogger down, striking her breast with
the heavy, flat strands. Michelle gasped as the sensations flooded her torso
and she forgot all about her ass. Sean began swinging the flogger in what felt
like a succession of over- and under-handed swats along her back. The pressure
inside and around her ass no longer scared her. The discomfort was gone as
well.

“Such a good girl, Michelle. Thank you for trusting me.
We’ve just taken the second step toward anal sex. How are you doing, honey?”

The flogger strikes were slowing down and becoming gentle.
“Good.”

“That’s my girl. I can’t wait any longer. I have to be
inside you, my love.”

Sean rubbed all the places he’d hit with the flogger. Oh
God, it felt good. Even with her ass feeling oddly full, she wasn’t sorry she’d
misspoken. She heard the fabric moving around, then the tip of his cock was
pressing at the opening of her pussy.

“We’re going to go slowly, Michelle. This will feel more
full than normal. If it’s uncomfortable, tell me. It shouldn’t hurt. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sean. I need you inside me. Please hurry.”

“So impatient.” His voice sounded strained.

He moved just an inch or so at a time. Michelle was dying to
push back against him and bury his cock deep inside her pussy. Somehow she
managed to stay still.

“How’s that, Michelle? Does it hurt?”

“Feels so good, Sean. Please. I need more.”

“So do I, baby. Stay with me.” Sean began to pump into her,
slowly at first, then he set a punishing tempo.

He felt huge moving within her. She was so stretched and
throbbing with need—she’d definitely be sore tomorrow. And she’d savor the
decadent reminder.

“You’ve been a good subbie and taken your discipline without
complaint so I’m going to let you orgasm. Are you ready, my love?”

“Yes.”
More than ready.
Her breasts were aching to be
touched as they slapped side to side along the wooden bench.

“Are you sure? Maybe you’d like to wait a few minutes
longer?”

“Please, Sean, let me come.”

“As you wish, subbie.”

All of a sudden her entire lower body began to vibrate. Her
scream mingled with Sean’s, drumming out the low hum that had begun the moment
her world exploded.

“Oh, my God, Sean!” As soon as her first orgasm ended
another began, fear began to skirt down her spine. She couldn’t stay still with
the force of sensations beating at her. The bindings were the only thing
keeping her on the bench as she rocked from side to side. Each pull of the
ropes triggered more aftershocks.

When he knew she couldn’t take any more, Sean lowered the
intensity of the vibrator and eventually shut it off. She lay facedown on the
bench, utterly exhausted. She whimpered as Sean pulled out of her. Already, she
missed him filling her. In a heartbeat, Sean was face-to-face with her, kissing
her cheeks and lips. She could feel his voice flow over her, but it was too much
trouble to pick out the words.

“Open your eyes for me, Michelle.” He brushed her hair from
her face and tugged at her eyelids until she opened them.

He was so handsome. She could look at him 24/7.

“How are you doing, baby? Talk to me.”

Sean was removing the ropes and rubbing her skin where
they’d touched her. It always felt so good to have his hands on her.
I love
you, Sean
.

“Come on baby, talk to me. Are you doing okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good girl.” His hand was pushing on her back. “Stay still,
baby, but push for me one last time.”

With her brain running on autopilot, she obeyed his command
and the fullness receded from her ass. She heard a loud clanking sound, then
Sean was picking her up. He wrapped her in a blanket and carried her to his
office. By the time they were sitting on his couch, she’d worked her arms out
from under the covers and wrapped them around his neck.