Intimate Persuasions (23 page)

Zach laughed. “Yes, well I see that you are still blessed with the natural physique of an athlete. But if memory serves, you do nothing to earn it. You still as lazy as you always were?”

Derek shrugged. “Not when it matters.”

Zach only nodded his agreement. “Come. Let me show you to your room. I think you’ll like it.”

Twenty minutes later Derek was turning on the shower to try to wash off his jet lag. He knew he had to hurry. Zach had told him one of the newest members was having problems adjusting to her role as a submissive. For whatever reason Zach had thought that Derek would be the perfect Dom to teach her.

Derek felt a little, no, a lot uneasy that Zach knew so much about Derek’s preferable role in the BDSM world. Just from a few of the comments that Zach had made, Derek would have sworn that their paths might have crossed at one of those clubs he’d attended in the past. But for the life of him he couldn’t remember seeing Zach since high school.

Quickly, Derek washed his body and jumped out of the shower. He had only minutes to get his game face on and meet Zach in what he called, ‘The Learning Room.’ Seven years ago he wouldn’t have needed to prepare himself, for what he was about to do. But seven years ago he hadn’t met Sandi. It was approaching the two year mark since their break up and Derek still hadn’t managed to sleep with another woman.

He laughed as he yanked up his leather pants. It was actually kind of pathetic. Here he was a Dom, not by practice or frequency, but by nature, and he hadn’t even fucked a woman in almost two years.

Derek ran a hand through his still damp hair and headed towards The Learning Room. He knocked once and waited for someone to say it was all right to enter. When Zach gave him permission he came in.

“Derek, this young woman you see tied to the bed is the one I was telling you about. She is having trouble adjusting.” Zach shrugged as he walked towards the door. “See, it’s complicated. As much as she craves this lifestyle, she wants to be controlled, to the extent of punishment.”

Derek was about to tell Zach that wasn’t that unusual, he had dealt with many subs who held the same desires. But Zach quickly interrupted him.

“No, I see what you’re thinking and you misunderstand. She is not in it for the pleasure. She doesn’t want to feel good, only pain. That is where you come in. If she is serious about becoming a member, she either has to learn to enjoy the pleasure that the pain can bring or she will have to leave.”

Derek listened to Zach’s explanation, which basically meant that this sub sought no sexual release. Even with the different levels of Doms and subs there was always an eventual release. No matter how rough things got, it was for the purpose of the ultimate pleasure. But, according to Zach she only wanted pain.

“You see,” Zach continued as reached to open the door. “She feels guilty about something in her past. She believes that if she continues to take the pain and humiliation, that it will somehow make up for what she did. Do you understand?”

Derek nodded as he motioned for Zach to leave them alone. Once the door was finally shut Derek walked over to the table that held an assortment of pleasure props. He fingered a couple of them before deciding on a crop. He walked behind the woman. She was on all fours, her hands tied to the headboard in front of her. Her head was facing the wall as her ass was jutting upward.

Smack!
Derek didn’t want to give her time to anticipate. He only wanted her to feel.
Smack, smack!
He slapped her again and again with the jockey’s instrument, only harder this time. His eyes glinted in satisfaction at the red welts forming on her rear.

She looked magnificent. Beautiful pale white skin, marred by redness of his doing. His cock hardened. He had missed this.
The control. The lust. The power.

Derek wanted to feel her, and his job as her Dom was to teach her to enjoy it. How would she be able to deny pleasure if he was fucking her? If there was one thing Derek was confident of, it was his ability to fuck a woman senseless.

He pulled the snap free on his pants and peeled away the front opening. These pants had been made especially for this kind of easy access. He walked over to the table and picked up a condom. He sheathed himself and got on the bed behind her.

She was still so quiet. She hadn’t moved or said anything, not even made a noise since he’d walked in. He was going to change that. His first rule when he was trying to train a submissive was to teach her the earth-shattering pleasure part of it first. Then when they were dying with need for it, there was nothing they wouldn’t submit to. They would belong to the Dom, willing to do anything to make them happy.

Now at her entrance he weighed his options, he could coax her, but he wanted her to suffer just a little, to remember who was in charge. Instead, he placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them far apart, effectively giving him access to her wet—yep, that’s right, she was wet—pussy.

Derek laughed.
So she didn’t want pleasure from it, huh? Then why was she dripping with need?
Derek stared at her opening for a moment. A strange feeling overcame him. He couldn’t place it, so he ignored it. And with a swift thrust, he was deep inside her.

Jesus!
She was clinging to him, massaging his cock as her pussy trembled around him. Maybe it had been because he hadn’t had sex in so long, or maybe it was because she was so tight, but he was in heaven at the feel of her wet heat enveloping him.

Derek was ready to fuck her with an intensity that he hadn’t known in a very long time when that feeling washed back over him. She felt so…
oh shit!

“Sandi?” He asked the one word question, praying he was wrong.

The once quiet and motionless woman swung her head around to face him. Horrified, she looked at him. “Derek?”

THE END

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