Authors: Jan Bowles
The slow and painful breakdown of her relationship with Mitch had happened over time. It had gradually declined until separation had become their only option.
Rebecca hugged her arms around herself. She’d tell Tyler when the time was right. It was only twenty minutes since they’d openly declared their love for each other. Why spoil a beautiful moment? She
would
tell him, but not right now.
Gathering herself, she moved from the window and began making her way downstairs. The smell of freshly delivered pepperoni pizza drifted to her nostrils. Tyler smiled as she entered the kitchen.
“You took your time.” He pointed to the table, which overlooked the exact same view she’d seen from upstairs. Clearly feeling mischievous, Tyler hung a tea towel over his forearm and then put on an unconvincing Italian accent. “Signora, as this is our first night together in our new home, we shall dine in style. Allow me, Signora.” Tyler theatrically pulled out a chair for her so she could sit down and then placed a cremated offering in front of her.
Despite her worries, Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh when she studied the pepperoni and mushroom pizza. “Tyler, you’ve burnt it to a crisp.”
“No, no, no, Signora.” His Italian accent was getting worse. “This is done to my own special recipe, a recipe given to me by my mamma. It’s called the ‘waiting for someone to come down for dinner’ recipe.”
Rebecca giggled. “Was I really that long?”
Thankfully he dropped the lamentable Italian accent. “You were. What were you doing up there?”
She shrugged. “This and that.”
“Are you okay? You seem a little…”
“No, no, I’m fine.”
He didn’t seem totally convinced, but he said, “In that case, I have something very special to complement my perfectly cooked pizza.” He took a bottle from the refrigerator and held it up for her to see.
“Champagne. I’m impressed.” Rebecca felt the anxiety slowly begin to drain from her body. She pointed a fork at him. “Dom Perignon and charred pizza. You
are
spoiling me tonight.”
He winked. “Only the best for my Becca.”
Tyler expertly popped the cork and without losing a drop filled two fluted glasses. “To us, pretty lady.” He raised his glass. Rebecca followed suit, touching the fine crystal flute to his.
“To us.” She echoed his sentiments before taking a sip and savoring the delicious taste of chilled champagne as the bubbles fizzed against her palate. She was enjoying herself and so was he. This was not the time or place to tell Tyler her secret. She’d tell him some other time.
Tyler refilled their glasses with Dom Perignon. He winked at her again. “Honey, enjoy my nice side, because when we’ve finished here, I’m gonna take you to bed and dominate you like a good Master should.”
Oh boy.
* * * *
Dressed in a pair of black sweats and nothing else, Tyler lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Rebecca to finish her shower. She’d seemed a little subdued at dinner, and he figured she was holding something back, but he couldn’t be sure, so for now he’d put it down to the stress of moving homes for the second time in less than three months. He’d do his best to make her feel at ease. After all, this was her home now, and he hoped she’d come to love it as much as he did.
He realized she was taking a big step by agreeing to live with him. It would take a while for her to settle in, and he was glad he’d finally told her he loved her. As her Master, he only wanted what was best for her.
Tyler did a double take as she walked through from the bathroom. Wow. Still dripping wet and naked as the day she was born, she looked simply exquisite. He knew she was putting on the sexy show just for him, and he had no intention of complaining. Although she’d brushed her hair to a glossy sheen, it was still wet, and rivulets of water trickled seductively over her shoulders and down her flawless back.
“Pass me that towel, Ty.”
He handed her a large fluffy towel and watched intently as she slowly and deliberately wiped the shower water from her breasts and belly.
Making direct eye contact, she smiled at him. “You’re nosey.”
“You’re mine.”
“I know.”
Her womanly breasts with their perfect rosebud nipples were already peaked and aroused as she patted them dry. She kept eye contact with him as the towel slid lower, wiping the water from her fabulous thighs and hips. Rebecca was beautiful, achingly beautiful, so beautiful in fact that he couldn’t stop himself from smoothing a hand over the tight globes of her ass as she sauntered suggestively past him.
“Come here.” Without a murmur of protest she threw away the towel and sat naked beside him on the bed. Tyler trailed the back of his hand over her cheek then leaned in and kissed her. “You’re stunning, Becca. You may hide your beauty behind the drab, sexless clothes you wear at work, but you don’t fool me for one moment. Underneath you’re…”
He stopped speaking when she teased her fingertips down his naked chest. He loved the way her nails ever so slightly scored his skin, making the nerve endings zing in anticipation of things to come. Her voice was soft and husky. “Well, count yourself lucky then, because you get to see a side of me that no one else does. You get the real Rebecca.”
His cock was hard, and he really didn’t want to stop her seduction of him, but he was curious to know what made her tick. He stilled her hand with his own just as she slid it inside his sweatpants, in search of his erection. “Why so boringly austere at work when the real you is nothing like the woman you’re trying to portray?”
She shrugged. “I need to be taken seriously. I’m a woman in a man’s world.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re a woman all right. A beautiful woman.” He swept the hair from her shoulders so he could see her breasts more clearly then allowed his fingers to explore each of her nipples in turn, enjoying the way they puckered and hardened beneath his touch. A breathy gasp came from her lips as he tightly squeezed an areola between an index finger and thumb.
“Who’s your boss at work?”
“You are, Tyler.”
“And who’s your boss at home?”
“You are.”
“And you tell me everything, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He squeezed her nipple harder, intently watching her reaction, checking for lies or economy of truth. “I’ll ask again, and you
always
tell me everything, don’t you?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He released her tortured peak, noticing with some satisfaction that it had gone a delicious shade of purple. As an experienced Dom, he knew she hadn’t fully opened up to him. There was more. It was his duty to dig deeper and uncover everything about her. He briefly wondered if she’d ever truly opened up to Mitch but immediately crushed such unwanted thoughts. He didn’t want to know. The less he knew about another man touching his sub, the better. Rebecca was his woman now, and if Mitch ever tried to reclaim her, he wouldn’t think twice about ripping his head from his shoulders and shoving it up his fucking ass. Rebecca belonged to him and him alone. Provided he gave her permission, he’d allow her to be her own boss at work, but here at home, in the heart of his domain, she was his to do with as he saw fit.
“I’ve planned something different for tonight.”
“Oh?” She raised her brow expectantly and waited for him to continue.
“Sensory deprivation. Are you familiar with it?”
“Other than being blindfolded, no. Although I worry when I have absolutely no control.”
Rebecca was a woman who straddled two worlds. One side of her complex personality was bold and adventurous, yet the other side was cagey and cautious. This was the secretive side of her personality. He needed to unlock this part of her.
He liked the real Rebecca best. The one he’d seen at Club Submission, the same one who sat next to him on the bed right now. “Becca, you trust me.”
She nodded. “Yes, implicitly, but why sensory deprivation? Is there a reason?”
Tyler asserted gentle control by pressing his thumb between her lips, enjoying watching them part from the pressure. He knew from experience with previous subs that once the senses of hearing and sight were removed, the sense of touch became so acute that some women orgasmed from the slightest physical contact, sometimes needing no more than a fingernail touching their bare flesh.
“I trust you, Ty, but I’m a little scared.” When she suddenly shivered next to him, he pulled her closer and kissed her. It was a kiss of pure reassurance and it seemed to work, because when he looked into her beautiful yet sad brown eyes, she didn’t seem quite so frightened anymore. “You always have your safe word.”
“I know.”
Her new environment felt eerily surreal.
Am I really where I think I am, or am I dreaming?
Rebecca found it almost impossible to separate reality from fantasy.
It had all started when Tyler had taken hold of her hand and led her meekly down to the basement. He’d then proceeded to show her his private playroom. Until that moment, she had absolutely no idea such a room existed. She had stood by his side, still naked from her shower, as he’d shown her the frightening-looking sensory deprivation tank for the very first time. He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because he’d calmed her by letting her know that the water was so heavily laden with salt that it was impossible for her to drown. She’d believed him, too. Such was Tyler’s charisma, he was able to chase away her demons with his softly spoken words.
Tyler had convinced her that her safety was of paramount importance to him. After all, he was hardly going to play fast and loose with the life of the woman he loved. She knew from experience that he wouldn’t even contemplate a scene unless he was one hundred percent certain that she wouldn’t get into difficulty.
With a liberal dusting of talcum powder, Tyler had shoehorned her into a skintight sensory deprivation suit made entirely of latex rubber. As he’d helped her inside it, she’d noticed his bulging cock, twitching against the inside of his sweatpants. Clearly part of the ritual, squeezing her into something made of rubber, turned him on.
The incredibly restrictive waterproof garment strongly resembled an all-in-one wet suit, complete with hood and mitts. Although this particular piece of scuba gear was unlike any diving suit she’d ever seen and would certainly raise a few eyebrows at the local diving club, with its provocative cutouts for her breasts, butt and pussy.
She’d looked trustingly into his eyes as he’d pushed foam plugs deep into her ear canals before allowing the rubber hood to snap closed around her head, leaving only her face exposed. The complete loss of her hearing was so shocking it frightened her. She’d figured she’d be able to hear something, albeit muffled, but she was wrong. Completely deaf, she’d tried to lip-read his instructions but was unable to understand, relying instead on total trust in the man she loved.
In her now-silent world, he’d smiled benignly as he’d spun the heavy metal wheel on the large submarine-like hatch before pulling it open and exposing the water within. When she’d looked down, she’d hesitated, until she’d felt Tyler’s comforting hand on her bare butt. His touch had soothed her with a gentle reassurance that made her finally step inside the alien-looking pod.
Once she was safely immersed in the body-temperature water, Tyler then covered her eyes with a blackout mask. The last thing she saw was his beautiful, expressive face smiling down at her before her silent world went totally black. Floating in a noiseless, sightless environment, she felt her lifeline to reality start to recede, her boundary between fantasy and the real world start to blur.
Had time stopped, or was it running super fast? She didn’t know anything anymore. Was she standing, was she floating upside down? With no point of reference she was hopelessly lost.
She trusted him, so why hadn’t she told him her secret? Why did she encourage him to believe she could have lots of healthy children when nothing could be further from the truth?
You say you trust him, but you don’t trust him enough to tell him that, because you’re afraid he’ll leave you if you do.
In fear, she suddenly called out his name, “Tyler, Tyler, where are you, Tyler?” At least she thought she did, because she couldn’t hear anything, not even the sound of her own voice. Despite being a rational woman, sheer panic was beginning to replace fear, and she screamed out in total silence again, “Tyler, please, I’m scared.” It was so dark. Pitch dark. Nothing had prepared her for this all-consuming darkness that enveloped her. In panic, she thrashed about, but no movement registered in her brain. Nothing.
And then, when her panic was finally spent, an incredible feeling of the most beautiful tranquility and happiness washed over her.
There’s nothing to fear. I have my safe word, I only have to use it.
Bliss. Sheer heavenly bliss.
The transformation from debilitating fear to euphoria was life altering. She now felt as though she floated on air, her body being carried by the breeze over green fields and sparkling blue oceans to a better, deeper, more meaningful place. The fear had gone, and sheer unadulterated joy had taken over. Her trust in Tyler was absolute. He would not allow any harm to come to her.