Submissive Training (11 page)

She cleared her throat. “I thought that was obvious. I am volunteering to have my nipples pierced.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

Kat looked Ben in the eye. “Yes, I do.”

He took a deep breath, and after a moment, during which he clearly debated his next course of action, he moved closer to her breasts. Collywobbles assaulted her stomach as she watched him suck the right one first.
Shit, that feels good
. Her head went back, and she shook with desire. He lifted his head and then sucked the other one. As he did this, she remembered what he said about being “his submissive.”
Did he mean that
?

By the time he was finished, she had forgotten there was anyone else in the room. Unfortunately, she was brought back to the real world abruptly when Stella sprayed her breasts with cold, numbing agent as soon as Ben’s head lifted. She took in a gasp at the suddenness, let alone the cold.

Ben lifted her chin to make her look at him instead of the impending piercing, his intense gaze holding her attention. Then she felt the first pin prick, and closing her eyes, she grimaced as the pain worsened.

“There, that’s the first,” stated Stella. “It didn’t take long, did it? You will see I have put in a simple ring. These are better for starting out. You can buy other rings when your breasts have settled in about eight weeks, I’d say.”

The other breast felt more painful despite the fact that it had had the numbing spray on longer, probably because she was expecting the pain. She couldn’t help the tear that went down her cheek, although she managed to avoid any yelps by sheer force of gritting her teeth.

“You’re done. Who’s next?”

Ben undid the restraints and helped her out of the chair. It was too painful to put her blouse back on, so he put it around her shoulders and led her away.

* * * *

By the time they reached his room, Ben could feel Kat shaking. He reached an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her close. As he did, she reached her hands up to cup her breasts protectively and laid her forehead on his chest.

“Are you all right?” he asked, softly kissing the top of her head as his hands caressed her shoulders. He was still stunned that she had done this, and proud of her at the same time.

“They hurt. No, that’s not it. They throb and feel hot. It’s like …”

After a moment he tilted his head to look at her, asking, “Like what?”

She shook her head, refusing to continue what she was saying.

Lifting a hand, he raised her head so he could look her in the eye. Now she was remembering to look down just when he didn’t want her to! “Look at me.” He waited until she did. “Now tell me.”

He saw her swallowing. “It’s like a marathon night of sex when your lover has spent the whole night worshipping your breasts.”

Ben chuckled. “I can see how that would happen. Yours are truly divine and made to be worshipped. But they need soothing, and I have just the thing. Come over here. Sit on the bed.”

Leading her over to the bed, he left her there to go to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and came back with some ice in a bowl and a towel that had been sitting on a nearby chair.

Kat frowned. “Okay, now I’m bemused. What are you intending doing with that?”

Sitting next to her, he eased her blouse off her shoulders, running a soothing hand over her when she shivered. He then laid the towel over her lap. “Ice is nature’s numbing agent. Drop your hands.” He laughed when she gave him a look of ‘you have to be kidding.’ He was getting to know her expressions and found it amusing. He’d never had a sub who resisted him so much while trying to prove herself. “Come on, sweetheart. This will help. I promise.”

As she reluctantly dropped her hands, he raised an ice cube, wrapped it into a fresh handkerchief he took out of his pocket, and gently laid it against one of her throbbing breasts.

“Ahhhh.”

Ben removed the cube, worried.

“Don’t do that. It was good.”

He chuckled and returned it to her breast, running it gently over the bruised areola before moving it to the other breast. Kat sighed in relief and, leaning over, rested her head on his shoulder in gratitude.

Continuing his ministrations for a few minutes as the ice began to melt, he noted with a smile that her nipples continued to be hard. “Did you know that ice is used during sensation play?”

Kat lifted her head and frowned. “What exactly is
sensation play
?”

“It’s using anything that gives extreme sensations like hard and soft such as the flick of a whip or the caress of silk. Hot and cold, wax is often used for the ‘hot.’”

“I don’t understand, wax?”

“It is especially made so not to be as hot as normal wax, but the heat when dripped onto erogenous areas is extremely arousing.”

She gave him a look of uncertainty.

He laughed loudly. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed or smiled as much with a sub. “Tell me that this ice is not stimulating as well as soothing.”

Her face took on a coy look. “I have no intention of telling you anything of the sort.”

Chuckling, but dropping the now-wet hankie on the towel, he very gently ran his thumbs over her nipples and was rewarded by a shudder of her body and her hands gripping his arms tightly. “Really?”

“Oh God, Ben. Stop it. It hurts too much to be so aroused.” She smiled at her own joke.

Chagrinned, he removed his hands and ran them soothingly over her back. Lifting a hand to cup the back of her head he bent his head to kiss her briefly. Her lips trembled beneath his. “God, you are so beautiful and courageous and determined and foolhardy. But for Heaven’s sake, why did you do it? Not many experienced subs go
this
far.”

“For you. I wanted to show you I could be your submissive.” She looked at him so endearingly.

Groaning, he dropped his head to her forehead. His voice was thick with emotion when he stated, “I wouldn’t have asked you to do this.” He raised his head. She looked anxious. There were tears in her eyes that had nothing to do with her painful breasts. “But, having said that, they do look stunning.”

Her grin was his undoing, and he bent his head again, pulling her tight against him as he plunged his tongue into her waiting mouth, taking her cry of pain into his mouth as her breasts rubbed against his shirt. He could feel her nipple rings as he tangled with her tongue, angling her head for a deeper kiss, her arms snaking around his neck, fingers tightening on his shoulders.

Lifting his head after a few moments, his heart beating quickly, he cried, “God, Kat. I want you so much.”

“I’m all yours.”

He stared at her intently. Part of him was saying don’t go down that route. He knew he had been pushing her away all week. The other half desperately wanted to experience making love to her again and relish in giving her an orgasm. Suddenly making up his mind, he tipped her onto the bed, pushing her legs up as she cried out in surprise. He then pushed her skirt up to her waist.

She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Groaning in response to the sight of her pussy, the dark red curls inviting him, he leaned down to unzip his trousers hurriedly and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock. He seemed to have spent the week in pretty much permanent erection, and it was all her doing.

Quickly retrieving a condom from his pocket, he donned it and pulled her legs around his waist, groaning as she linked her ankles behind his back. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he leaned in until the tip of his cock pressed against her labia. “Raise your hands over your head. Don’t move them from that position.”

After she did this, he leaned down and rested his hands beside her shoulders. “If we do it this way I won’t put any pressure on your breasts—as much as I would like to at any other time.” He then pushed into her hot vagina. The head of his cock felt resistance momentarily until he changed his angle, and then he surged into her.

Kat cried out. He knew he had pushed in hard, but she was so wet he knew she was ready for him. He withdrew slightly and pushed in again. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her shaking legs tightening around his waist. Her hands were clutching the bed cover as her body arched beneath him, and she started moaning.

“Christ, Ben. That’s wonderful.”

He grinned as he withdrew almost to the tip and held it there wanting to punish her for getting her nipples pierced without asking him first.

“Ahhh. Oh God. Don’t stop.” Her hands reached out to his arms then remembering dropped back, her fists digging into the bedclothes.

“Are you trying to control me, Kat?” he asked dangerously. He saw her bite her bottom lip.

“I’m sorry, but I need you so much. Please will you continue, Master?” He couldn’t resist her plaintive entreaty, not to mention the fact that she finally called him Master without being told, and plunged in, quickly retreating only to thrust in again and again, his own body trembling as much as hers as he held his chest off her breasts. He felt both their orgasms climbing inexorably to completion as he drove harder, his balls pulling up and tightening. Her legs clenched around his waist as she came.

“Yes, yes, yes, yessss.” Kat thumped back down to the bed, her body shuddering with aftershocks.

Ben took in the beautiful sight of the woman he was falling in love with trembling in climax and exploded into her like a cannon ball. He dropped down to his elbows, unable to hold himself up, trying to avoid touching her breasts as his thrusts gradually slowed. He felt her arms close around him, holding him to her regardless.

They stayed like that a few minutes as he came to his senses, groaning at what he had done yet again, knowing it was his fault this time. Then he jerked up, pulling out of her as her legs fell to the floor.

“I told you not to move your arms. Once again you disobeyed me. Try as hard as you like, but you are too full of doing things your own way.”

Her shocked face was one of confusion and dismay. She sat up quickly, pulled her skirt down, and grabbing hold of her blouse, she struggled painfully into it before rushing out of the room.

He sat down on the bed.
Why the hell did I say that?
He groaned to himself and dropped his head in his hands. Actually, he knew exactly why he had said that. He had in his head the ideal woman and no one fitted the bill—least of all, Kat. But it was getting harder to push her away, so damn hard.

Chapter Nine

Day Five

Ben watched Kat’s face when she came into the room and saw him standing there. He also saw her wrestle with the idea of leaving the room.

Raising his eyebrow at her, taunting her to leave, he watched as her shoulders went back in bravado and she sat down on the front row very determinedly. He bit back a smile not wanting her to see but he loved that strength in her.

He knew she didn’t expect to see him there as he had been told that she had asked which session he was involved with this morning, and consequently signed herself up to the class he wasn’t in. Following that, he had changed places to be in the session she was attending.

Despite grappling with his negative thoughts last night, he couldn’t stay away from her. A huge part of him wanted to push her to prove to him she could be his submissive and possibly even more, but the other part of him didn’t think she was suitable. Although, that was diminishing the more he thought about the actions she had exhibited since the start of the conference. Her strength, determination, and a desire to learn were all attributes needed in a submissive.
Well, this class might be the making of her.

“Okay, everyone, settle down. This session, as you know, is about learning about the roles within the Dominance/submissive life, what might be expected of you, and what a contract might mean.”