A Dom's Dilemma (23 page)

He sat up. “Good. Since you racked up ninety-eight demerits yesterday, I’m thinkin’ you might be well-enough to begin workin’ some of ‘em off.”

She scowled.
That didn’t sound good.
Not what she had in mind at all.

“However, first things first,” he added, giving her a light tap on the nose. “I don’t think you need an escort today, but I want to make sure you’re as steady as you think you are. So, get out of bed and start makin’ your way to the bathroom, while I watch. If you do okay, I’ll leave you on your own, while I make breakfast.”

Now that sounded wonderful to Kelly, so she carefully got out of bed and made it down the hall, adding a few little wiggles, without mishap. She heard his snort, so she knew her hip action hadn’t been missed. She so loved teasing him. And, wonder of wonders, he hadn’t given her a list of do’s and don’ts today. Once she shut the door, she was free to do anything her little heart desired. She could even take a shower without vulture man breathing down her neck. Okay, she would like to take a shower with him, but only if they could play, and she wasn’t talking Dungeons and Dragons.

But, since he currently held a “no frisky” policy over her, she preferred to shower by herself. Showering with him would be much too much of a temptation, and she didn’t want to risk a punishment by placing her hands where she hadn’t been given permission to put them. So she turned on the water in the shower stall, tested the temperature, then stepped in, and just as quickly jumped back out again, barely managing to hold back her scream when the water struck her more tender area.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. Biting her tongue, she tried to ease in gradually, but those sharp little darts of warm H
₂
O hurt when they aimed for her bottom. Deciding to wash only one side, keeping her other side protectively turned away from the painful barrage, she quickly worked on the areas needing the most attention, then stared at his bottle of shampoo with longing.

Unable to resist, she popped open the plastic top and inhaled the woodsy fragrance, and, because it smelled like him, the scent alone started to build fluttery tingles between her thighs. Yup, she needed to take care of that flutter quickly, or she’d be all over him the minute she got out, which would probably get her in worse trouble.

Knowing he wouldn’t approve of what she contemplated, since a sub pleasuring herself without her Dom’s consent was definitely against D/s rules, gave Kelly a moment’s pause. But seeing and wanting him without being able to touch was somehow worse. So, sometimes a girl had to do what a girl simply had to do, and beg for forgiveness afterwards. Kelly pressed her back against the cool shower wall, careful not to let her butt hit it, soaped-up her fingers, closed her eyes, spread her legs, and began coaxing herself toward a climax.

She’d had an orgasm building for a while, but surprisingly it wasn’t as much of a release as she thought it would be. Could it be she was experiencing school girl guilt for cheating when the teacher was out of the room? She thought about that. There was something kind of sexy about facing Jim as the stern professor and she the naughty little school girl, but he wouldn’t play until he’d declared her totally fit, and she was still a little too sore to even contemplate a playful spanking.

Though she had no desire to repeat the experience, and even the thought of having to endure another paddling gave her chills, there had been something exciting about being stretched over Jim’s firmly muscled thighs. Thinking back to Friday night and how absolutely terrified she’d been, she also recalled how stern and strict, yet gentle and careful he’d been with her. And she found the combination incredibly hot. Putting her hand back between her legs, she thought about how he’d handled her so masterfully. He told her everything that was going to happen, how he wanted it done, how he wanted her positioned and then quietly stroked her until she was calm and centered enough to ask him to begin. He kept his voice low and commanding until he even dictated each breath she took. Kelly arched her neck so her head rested against the shower wall. Then he’d worked her with a steady, even precision.

Kelly remembered how his tightly controlled strength and power had consumed her until she was helpless to do anything but ride the wave he built for her. As she recalled the way she’d flown, a delicious tension started to build inside her again, and she gave herself over to the exquisite sensation of flying under a master’s guidance. Her Master. He’d directed everything until all she had to do was let go and she was suddenly weightless and free. No worries. No pain. No real sensation at all. Only a continuous rhythmic pounding, which kept her up in the air as long as he was guiding and supporting her. And he did … every step of the way.

Kelly let out a loud “Ahhh” as she came, then pressed against the wall with a sigh of repletion. She closed her eyes relishing the afterglow until her butt made contact with the slippery tile. With a tiny yelp, she realized where she was and quickly washed her hair then hurriedly finished her shower. She winced. Okay, she’d just broken another cardinal rule, and if he ever found out, he’d make her pay. Knowing him, he’d probably torture her like he did at the club, bringing her oh-so-close until everything inside her tightened with building desire, and then denying her permission to come. It was an exquisite, excruciating torture to hold back such deep, pulsing need, which kept building and building, until she finally gave in with a screaming climax.

Except, this time he’d make her wait interminable. He might even send her home aching and miserable, forbidding her to touch herself or bring herself relief in any way. Her body was his to have, pleasure and torment, and he’d no doubt insist she wait until
he
was ready to take her flying again. Oh, God. She was going to be grounded big time for this.

Kelly scrambled out of the shower and gazed into the steam-fogged mirror as she combed her wet hair, which she’d thoroughly washed with his shampoo. The scent was making her horny all over again. Then noticing how her eyes looked brighter and her cheeks appeared rosier, she winced with the sinking realization she was royally screwed, and not in a good way.

He’d know. There was no way she could hide it from him, and if she tried to lie, he’d know that too. She leaned forward to bump her head against the mirror in frustration and heard a single knock.

With her stomach jumping into her throat, she opened the door and saw him standing outside, arms crossed and eyebrow arched.

“Have fun?” he asked silkily.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Though Kelly was fully prepared to drop onto her knees and beg forgiveness, she gazed up at him and pleaded with her eyes. Receiving a higher-arched eyebrow in return, she decided her best defense was to try to make him laugh. If he wasn’t truly angry with her, then maybe he’d forgive this one little slip…. “I’m sorry,” she started, and it wasn’t a lie, she did feel bad, but….. “It was the sensation of your soap sliding so smoothly over my body, the smell of your shampoo as it caressed and cleaned my hair with tiny scrubbing bubbles.” Noticing the corner of his mouth twitch as he struggled to maintain his stern expression, she went on recalling what it was about him that made her want to melt. “The scent of your masculine cologne as tiny tendrils–”

“I don’t wear cologne,” he interrupted firmly.

She opened her eyes wide. “That maddening scent of yours is totally natural, totally you?” She leaned in closer to him. “I so badly want to touch–”

He cut her off. “I believe you’ve touched quite enough for one morning, young lady.”

She’d been about to protest, but his warm, lean fingers wrapping around her upper arm distracted her. “You’re comin’ with me,” he added, escorting her to the living room.

With a swallow of unease, she followed his lead without protest. He still considered her to be needing aftercare, so he wouldn’t do anything really bad or painful to her. Would he? She gave a small sigh of relief when he rounded the corner into his small kitchen and escorted her over to the table where he pulled out a chair for her. “Sit down and eat,” he commanded in full Dom mode.

Kelly noticed then that he’d laid out the table with coffee, juice, pancakes, three different types of syrup, bacon, potatoes, toast and fluffy-looking scrambled eggs and she was absolutely amazed. She thought she’d smelled bacon and potatoes cooking, but put it down to her imagination, certain he’d never go to that much trouble for her.

“You did this? For me?” she asked, a little giddy at his thoughtfulness. Yesterday her breakfast had been much lighter. A small bowl of oatmeal, two pieces of toast, orange juice and only one cup of coffee. He worried about giving her a stimulant when she was in pain.

He answered her last question by pointing to her seat.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said sweetly. Taking a risk, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she started to sit, then stopped. The chair he held out for her had a wooden seat that looked awfully hard.

When she glanced up, he replied to her unspoken question. “I decided, since you were feelin’ so much better, you could sit at the table with me today. I had thought to get you a nice, fluffy pillow to sit on, but then I heard you in the bathroom, and realized from your activities you were clearly not feelin’ any true discomfort. So, I decided to dispense with the pillow after all. Have a seat, my lady,” he finished, pointing back to the hard and uncomfortable-looking chair he offered her.

She winced. “I’m being punished, aren’t I?”

He gazed back at her, his expression deadly serious. “What do you think?”

She hesitated, then answered with a tentative smile. “That I would like a pillow, pretty please with sugar and whipped cream with cherries on top?”

After choking back a laugh, he scowled down and tapped her nose. “Yeah? Think you’re real cute, don’t ya? I should make you sit on this hard wooden chair for the next hour or so to show you what I think, except I suspect you won’t eat if I do that, and I went to too much trouble to waste all this food. So, my pretty, you’ll get another temporary reprieve this morning. You were a naughty girl to do what you did, and you will be punished for it later. I promise.” Then, after giving her a kiss, which pressed her lips hard against her teeth, he left the room. Returning with the large fluffy pillow he’d chided her with, he placed it on her chair and pointed back to her seat.

“Thank you, Sir. You are much too kind to me,” she murmured, looking up at him through lowered lashes.

He gripped her arm with a snort. “You got that right, darlin’.” Then with a firm hold, he supported her as she slowly sank down to the pillow.

“Ow,” she said softly with a wince.

Once she was as comfortably settled as she could be, he sat down at the small table across from her and said, “Eat as much as you want of what you like. I tried to make a variety of things so you’d have a choice.”

Her returning smile was filled with genuine gratitude. “It’s really very lovely, and everything looks delicious. Thank you, again.”

He gave another nod, then started to eat the food he’d already served himself.

Kelly took a little bit of everything, and made small sounds of pleasure as she ate, which probably hadn’t been too wise, since it earned her another disapproving scowl from her Dom. Then he smiled broadly and gave her a wink along with the sinking feeling that he’d just thought up a wicked way to punish her. She was in so much trouble.

* * * *

Jim chose to leave Kelly wondering all morning how he was going to punish her for pleasuring herself without his permission. He gave her more freedom, but still refused to allow her any clothes, despite her pretty pleases with all sorts of different toppings.

Yeah, she made him laugh, and he found he enjoyed simply being with her in spite of her unruliness. He never had anyone spend an entire weekend with him before. But then he’d never beaten someone black and blue before, either.

So, throughout the morning and until after lunch, he’d insist upon examining her from time to time … to make sure she was still healing properly, of course. He’d wait until she’d gotten into a movie they were watching, or had started reading a magazine article she’d found interesting, then order her to bend over or lie across the bed so he could check her. She’d give him a look of impatience until she remembered her dainty feet were treading a fine line. With a sigh, she’d do as he ordered, but instead of merely looking, he’d start a gentle stroking between her thighs until she grew moist and started to moan. Then telling her he was satisfied she was healing nicely, he’d remove his hand and command her to get back up.

Those “examinations” earned him more than a few scowls, but she’d attempt to smile back and pretend to continue reading or whatever it was she was doing before he’d interrupted her. However, he could tell she was getting real ‘itchy’ from the erotic teasing he gave her. He’d grin quite openly at the way she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, then try to squirm a little on her pillow, but that would hurt her, so she’d stop.

After about the sixth time he’d put her through one of his exploratory examinations, he said, “You know, darlin’, I like seein’ you. All of you. So, I think we should give you a shave. You up for an adventure?”

Her eyes opened wide. “There? I mean I’ve heard some Doms like…. Is that what you prefer, Sir?”

He gave a nod, rose to his feet and extended a hand to her.

“
You’re
intending to do it? Take a razor to me there?” she asked on a squeak.

He wiggled his fingers. “Who better? That way I can create whatever design pleases me.”

“You’re thinking of creating a design?” Her voice went up another notch and he nodded.

“Yes, I’d say I’m feelin’ rather creative today. You never know where inspiration will strike.”

She placed her hand in his. “I suppose. But I didn’t think it would strike between my legs.”

“Didn’t you?” he asked pointedly as he led her toward the bathroom, stopping the moment she gave his hand a small tug.