Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (8 page)

I put the clothes on. They fit perfectly. How did he know my size? And where did he get the clothes so fast? Or does he have a stock of female clothes? He is a reputed womanizer, after all.

As I applied the makeup, I thought about that. If you had told me it was Tristan Slade who put a
Submissive training
notice on a vestibule in Davis Square, I would have laughed at you.

And yet here I am. In Tristan Slade's house putting on makeup and clothes put here for me by Tristan Slade.

Life is weird.

Once I looked less like a train wreck, I stuffed my clothes into one of the Ziploc bags and walked back out into the huge office.

I had planned to clean up the mess I made but I noticed that it was gone. Did he clean it up? Or does he have a housekeeper on call? Wow.

I opened the door and walked out, turning to my left. Tristan Slade sat on a couch. In front of him was a low coffee table on which there was a laptop, a couple of clipboards with papers, and two pens. He was sipping a mug of coffee.

When I entered the room, he stood up and put out his hand.

"Meghan," he said as he extended his hand with a big smile, "nice to finally meet you."

Odd.

"Nice to meet you too," I said as I shook his hand and reflected how strange it was to be saying it to a man who just made me orgasm through my ass. Whatever.

"Sit," he said. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

"Cream and sugar?"

"Do you have skim?"

"Just skim?"

"Yes, please."

"Go ahead, sit. I'll be right back."

I sat down on the couch and my eyes fell on the papers. They looked like contracts.

He came back in the room with my coffee and put it on a coaster on the coffee table.

"Thank you, mentor," I said.

"No need for the mentor at the moment. We'll return to that later. Call me Tristan. Right now, let's just relax, have a cup of coffee, and get to know each other."

"Okay," I said.

Who is this Mr. Laid-Back-Easy-Going? And what did he do with my mentor?

He picked up his coffee and looked at me. God, his eyes were intense. Deep and blue, they almost glowed. As he stared at me, it was like they bore a hole right into my heart.

"So tell me a little about yourself," he said.

"Um... I'm a college student. Well, not for much longer. I'm almost finished with my degree in meteorology. I live in Somerville right near the campus."

"No, no", he said. "I didn't ask for a resume. This isn't a job interview. I'd like to know more about you. About the real Meghan."

My mind went blank. I sipped some coffee. Wow, very good. Nice kick.

"Um..." I said. "I'm not sure I can think of anything right now. To be honest, this is all kind of weird."

"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "What so weird about this?"

What's so weird about this? Is he kidding?
I could write a list.

"I don't know," I said. "I just... wasn't expecting to--"

"Put the coffee cup down."

"Huh?"

"I said put the coffee cup down... now!"

Mentor was back. I put the cup down.

"On your hands and knees," he said.

I looked at him with an inquisitive expression.

"Don't make me say it again or you will be punished."

I got on the white fluffy rug, down on my hands and knees. My pussy sprang back to life.

He just looked at me with a blank expression. Then his eyes narrowed as he saw what he was looking for.

"You really do respond to domination, don't you?"

How could he tell?

"Yes, mentor," I said.

"When I sat with you here, I'm willing to bet I was treating you like all the other men you have dated. Let's talk, chit-chat, get to know you, all that bullshit. Right? Be honest."

"Yes, mentor," I said.

"And while you like the attention it gets boring after a while, doesn't it? And the more you get bored, the more they turn up the How-can-I-please-you knob, right?"

God, he knows me well.

"Yes, mentor," I said.

"When I command you, it's a way of talking unlike anything you've ever experienced, right?"

I had an instant flashback to when I was at a house party with booze and weed.

"Once," I said.

"Tell me."

"I was at a house party and the cops arrived."

"And..."

"And they commanded us to break up the party."

"They commanded you?"

"Yes," I said, my mouth becoming dry.

"Did they arrest you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I sweet-talked one of them out of arresting me and my friend. Eight others had the cuffs put on them but that cop let us escape."

Tristan stood up and moved toward me. He crouched down on his haunches and put his lips next to my ear. I could feel his breath sending trails of hot air down my neck. Yep, fully wet again.

"I know your secret about that night, Meghan."

I closed my eyes.

"Yes, I think you do."

"It's so obvious to me but most everybody else would miss it."

I was shaking now. A cauldron of energy was lit again deep inside me, swimming around in waves.

"You were disappointed," he said. "You were so excited to be commanded by the police officer who I'm willing to bet was young and good-looking, am I right?"

"Uh-huh," I said, my hips moving back and forth as I remembered the young officer and his total domination of the scene that night.

"But you were disappointed that you were not arrested. You were disappointed that you were able to manipulate the young officer into letting you and your friend go, right?"

"Uh-huh," I said.

"You were disappointed that he turned into a wuss like all the other men you know, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Because secretly deep down you wanted him to cuff you and throw you forcefully into the back of the cruiser. To have all control taken away from you would have made you all wet and horny, wouldn't it?"

His voice was nothing but a whisper now, a direct line to my throbbing clit through my ear.

"Yes," I said.

It came out as a whimper. I had never told anyone about this, but this man pulled it right out of me. Like he knew right where to go... right to the secret part of my brain where I stored that memory.

"You wanted those cuffs on you. You wanted to be thrown roughly into a jail cell, the officer locking the door behind him."

"Yes!" I said, another orgasm building.

"You would have been free in those cuffs, free to explore the dirty girl inside you."

"Yes!"

"Free to let her out with wild abandon. Because anything that you feel and experience while someone else controls you isn't your fault."

"Yes!"

"Nobody can blame you. And it can stay a secret. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Yes!"

"This is our little secret, Meghan. Just you and me. The fact that you're here on your hands and knees at my command about to have another orgasm from nothing but the sound of my voice. You fucking dirty little whore!"

"Yes, mentor!"

I was shaking uncontrollably now. He moved a tiny bit closer without touching me.

"Come for me now, Meghan. Come for me, you dirty filthy little slut. Show me what a fucking dirty girl you are!"

I exploded again, ripples of pleasure moving all through me as I writhed back and forth on my hands and knees. I let out a loud long groan.

Shit, what is it with this guy? How does he know me so well? How does he remote control me with just his voice?

He stood up.

"Up on the couch," he said. "Sit."

Still shaking, I climbed up on the couch from the floor. He was busy filling things in on the clipboards.

"Meghan," he said without looking up, "I'm very pleased with you. You're going to get a lot out of sexual fulfillment training."

"Sexual fulfillment training?" I said.

"Yes."

Those weren't the two little words.

"I thought you called it
submission training
in that ad."

He frowned and glared at me.

"You're a little too smart for your own good, Meghan. Yes, that's what the ad said. But submission is only one aspect of sexuality. My goal is to bring out the sexual being within you so you can be your true self in future relationships."

But I don't want future relationships! I want you!

"Oh, and by the way, I have no collars. There is no dungeon here. No whips. No chains. My way is much more subtle. I teach at a much deeper level within the human mind."

I just stared at him.
Is this just a game to him? Didn't he see something special in me?

"If you'll just take a look over this contract," Tristan said. "It's just a formality. You agree to enter into sexual fulfillment training. This is not a relationship, nor is it a sexual relationship between you and me. There may be some physical contact between us but by signing this agreement you agree it will be purely in the context of your training."

"May I ask a question, mentor?"

"Yes."

"What's in it for you?"

He looked up and to his left, almost as if he hadn't quite thought of what's in it for him.

"I enjoy it," he said. "You see, Meghan, I too am not normal. I tried regular relationships. They just didn't work for me. Then I tried multiple things, much of which you can find in the tabloids. But they left me even more empty. But helping others to find sexual fulfillment... how do I say this without sounding vulgar?... gets me off. Like the experience you just had. You're going to take that to the grave with you. You never would have had it if not for me. There are eighty year-old women alive right now who have never let themselves go like you just did. And there's so much more ahead on the journey. It's very fulfilling to touch lives like this."

"Lives?" Something about that word made me twitch. "You have other students?"

"Of course," he said. "Right now I have two others."

"But I thought the others didn't work out."

"Hm? Oh, you mean numbers Four and Six. No, they didn't. You're number Seven. But Eight and Ten are also coming along nicely."

I just looked at him. His eyes went wide with a realization.

"Oh, Meghan, you didn't believe you were the only one, did you? I'm sorry. I never meant to give that impression. I usually have three or four students at a time. If that bothers you, then we can end this now."

End this now? No! I heard a voice from inside me say
Don't end this now. This is just the beginning of what you can experience.
But another voice said
Fuck him! I'm not doing it if he's with other girls.

The odd thing is that we've never touched. Except for that quick handshake. He's made me come multiple times without so much as a kiss.

This was all too overwhelming and confusing for me. I had to get out of here.

"So shall we call it quits then?" he said.

"No," I said angrily and signed the agreement.

"Great," he said. "Well, I look forward to our first home session. Come here Saturday at 2 pm. Plan to spend eight hours. We'll take it a session at a time."

"Okay," I said.

He rose. I put my coffee down and stood up, moving lightly toward the door.

"Thank you," I said. I'm not quite sure why I said that. It felt awkward.

"My pleasure, Meghan. And trust me, you're going to get to places you can't even imagine right now."

He shook my hand again as I walked out the door. I felt a spark at the touch of his hand. He withdrew it quickly, a split-second furrow lining his brow.
Did he feel it too?

My legs were somewhat unsteady as I walked back to my car.

I got in and just sat there for a few moments before starting the engine. Once I centered myself, I got the car going and pulled out onto the road, heading back toward Boston.

A part of me said
I'm never going back. Not if he's training other girls.

But another stronger part of me said,
Other girls my ass! I'm going to win him over. I'm going to be his best damned student of all time.

I'm going to win over Tristan Slade and make him mine.