6 comments/ 25311 views/ 1 favorites Jael's Promise Ch. 01 By: rainbow_carnage Jael's heavily kholed eyes glittered beneath his arched eyebrow, staring intently at his favourite barmaid, lingering on her swaying hips as she pottered round the old oak bar. Long fingers gripped his pewter chain and pendant, twirling it round in little circles, twisting the key that hung there with familiarity. He sat at his usual table, running a long nail over the heavily grooved wood, carved out by young gothic teens, playing with their flick knives and looking at their feet trying to not get asked their age. Jael never got asked, even when he was underage, people seemed to sense that if anyone was asking the questions, it would be him. Jael liked it that way, it was always wise for people to see and realise his strength, all his previous charges realised that very swiftly indeed. He was well known among his companions for his work with more difficult submissives, and often had a stray young thing on his doorstep waiting for his expert tutelage. Roxy was one of the more popular barmaids at Jacobs Bar, working every weeknight without fail. She was used to being to object of a few men's affections, and knew how to take care of herself when they got a little rough. Getting her fair share of drunken Englishmen hitting on her, and not taking "leave me alone you slimy bastard!" for a hint, she'd had to learn a little self-defence. Every night they would come out of work from the depths of London's finest financier joints and upper Wall Street merchants wanting to ogle and drink before having to return to the humdrum of their home and wives. Roxy's green eyes scanned the length of the bar, landed for a second on Jael, noticing thankfully, that he hadn't finished his drink yet, so she could avoid going over there for a little time yet. He'd told her his name the first time she had served him, though since, there was little to no exchange of words between them. She wasn't sure why, but that man made her nervous, she felt compelled to bite her lip when she caught eyes with him, and a distinct blush rise in her soft face, something she wasn't used to happening. She found it hard not to stare, whenever she was sure he wasn't looking of course, which was far too often for her comfort. He had such strangely dark hair, like a colourless black, almost blue in the dim light of the bar, tumbling about his eyes, down his chin and onto his broad shoulders. His hair was always teasingly covering his best features, a strong, stubble covered jaw, and starkly defined lips, full and almost feminine, and the most wonderful and stark eyes, iridescent blue with a strange depth. Not piercing, but intriguing, and an odd contrast to the darkness of his hair, and the almost Mediterranean skin. Roxy jumped with a little yelp out of her thoughts, turning quickly rubbing her buttocks. "Craig! Would you stop that?! I should report you ya know..." "Ooh, now you wouldn't want to do that would you sweetheart? Tell on your boss? Not the smartest biscuit in the tin now are we? And besides, you love me telling you off don't you?" Craig leant in close to Roxy, his rancid stale breath playing about her shoulders and neck, the smell of clove cigarettes and whiskey, mingled with toothpaste poorly applied. "Don't you?" Craig whispered. "You love the idea that I might one day drag you out back, and pull you across my knee, spanking that cute arse of yours..." "FUCK Off CRAIG!" A deep growl escaped Jael's lips as Roxy bent over to reach for clean glasses, just showing the curve of her full ass under her tight black punk skirt, her legs taut beneath the black fishnet stockings, with strategic holes all the way down to her charmingly decorated steel capped boots. The men of the bar were glad she was only 5ft3, it meant she couldn't reach the higher glasses and had to bend over each time to reach the lower ones. What an oxymoronic site, the face, so soft; delicate as a Bottecelli nymph. His eyes traced along her large hips, tightly nipped in waist, and delicate white breasts, well shaped and pushing to come out of her low swooping raggedly cut vest. Her hair, so long, all the way down her back to her waist, slightly waved, and a deep violet purple, just a hint of the natural colour at the roots, a mousy dark blonde. Her clothing, brash and deliberately aggressive, like a warning to all that she isn't what she seems. Well, he was prepared to find out if she was as forthcoming as her dress sense, certainly she was talkative to everyone but him, and obviously not too shy, but she exuded a great air of inexperience. He watched as she wandered to the Jukebox, glass in hand, obviously on her break, placing two coins in the slot, and searching for something to listen to. She couldn't be more than 18 he mused, smiling when he noticed the piece of satin string she had tied round her throat. She was fiddling with it absentmindedly, red chipped varnish the same colour as the collar. The music filled the room suddenly; he laughed, curled lip in mirth, as Billy Idol Blasted onto the jukebox, loudly wailing "its a nice day for a white wedding". A wicked smirk adorned his face as he wondered if she knew the real meaning of a white wedding, wanting to take her into the back room now, and show her exactly what it was. Images of grasping her hips as he pushed into her, listening to her soft mewling before pulling out and exploding all over her lily white back... He shook the image from his mind, no, there would be time for that later, but for now he had to gain her attention, and try to find the spark in her he thought was buried just below the surface. It would be a challenge and far too much fun to bring her out, and he was more than willing to be the one to do it. He started to wonder why he was feeling pangs of jealousy more and more, every time he saw her, talking to a customer. Soon, Jael silently mouthed to Roxy, soon, you will be mine... Oh buggering hell!" Roxy jumped out of bed, winced as her naked feet landed on the cold wooden floor, missing her soft rug like every other afternoon. Tossing her hair up and under into a tight bun, she raced to the bathroom for a quick shower, twisting the steel knob of the shower, trying to make herself remember new batteries for her stupid alarm clock. Four days in a row she'd come close to being late for work, only just making it in on time for her shift. She didn't mind being late herself, but Craig tended to get pissy at her, and find it ample cause to even more lecherous to her, if she was so much as a minute late, it was open season. She'd considered getting a job else where, after all there were plenty of bars in London, and with the way she looked any bar in Camden would employ her. But despite her boss, it was a good bar to work in, and the tips were great. Roxy's eyes fell on her naked form in the long mirror, lily skin covered in a light sweaty sheen, her light pink nipples puckering slightly in the mixed warm mist and cold marble of the bathroom. Running a hand over her curves she thought of coming home later, a late night in front of the telly, just her, George Clooney on re-runs of ER, and her vibrator. She had received it as a gift from her best friend Indigo on her last birthday, 21 and never owned one before; Indigo had practically dragged her to the shop to choose one. Roxy climbed into the shower, sighing softly as the hot jet and spray of the water hit her naked stomach, turning round slowly to let it flow over her hair, little water trails cascading down her shoulders, between her breasts and down past her belly button. She moved her hand down, letting her fingers lightly brush against her smooth outer lips, palm over her soft downy mound. The scent of her wetness reached her nostrils, the faintly organic smell of her arousal making her nipples harden. No, she thought, if I start this now I'll be so late in Craig will be a complete Arse all night. She shivered under the hot spray, half caring and half not, debating whether it would be worth being late or not. Biting her lip, she slowly pushed a finger just inside, feeling her own slickness coat it, her pussy hugging the tip, all thoughts of work slipping away down the drain along with the water. Fuck Craig she mused, let him be a jerk for all I care, I'm kind of in the mood for a fight with him now. Her body trembled as her finger probed deeper, up to the second knuckle, her spare hand holding her lips apart, exploring her clit. She imagined a pair of lips caressing her neck, strong hands stroking her back, digging nails in as they reached her hips. She could feel hot breath near her ear, whispering things she couldn't quite hear; she didn't need to hear words, she felt the intentions clear enough. A soft whimper escaped her parted lips, finger moving quicker, in deeper strokes, her mind reeling from the smell and sensations. "Oohh, so worth being late" she laughed Roxy shuddered as an image of Craig popped into her head, her pussy seemingly recoiling at the idea. Shit! Shouldn't have thought about work she growled. She kept her fingers working between her lips, more furiously, rubbing against her clit, trying to think of anyone else but him. Shutting her eyes, she saw a new face swim into her subconscious. Dark long hair, strong features, and soft lips...I know this face she thought, her insides already relaxing, and becoming far more sensitive. Roxy quivered and almost lost her balance, placing a hand swiftly on the wall beside her. Name swimming tauntingly in front of her eyes, blazing letters like a neon sign, Jael. She felt her cheeks flush red, and a sudden wave of wetness seep down her thighs, covering her fingers temptingly, She brought them to her lips, tongue darting out to taste herself. She shook her head trying to get his image out of her head, surprised at her own reaction. But this seemed to make him clearer, and his presence more real in the bathroom. She watched as her hands seemingly by themselves move back to her pussy, urging her not to stop. Her blush deepened as she felt her inner walls clench around her two probing fingers, feeling embarrassed that she was being so turned on by the idea of Jael. She arched her back, pushing her fingers deeper into the hot wetness, feeling it trickle over her hand and thighs, not remembering the last time she'd felt quite like this. Her stomach tightening, her hands and body trembling, leaning against the wall to keep standing upright, water jets covering her entire body. Time stopped still for the briefest of seconds, Roxy stopped breathing, moving, knowing she was about to be thrown impossibly over the abyss...Roxy moaned loudly, a deep guttural growl escaped as she shuddered hard, her pussy trembling and shaking, convulsing quickly, gripping her fingers, trying to pull her in more. Her breathing ragged, she slid down the wall, perching her buttocks on the side of the bath. Everything fell quiet again, only the pattering of the shower on the bath stopped a total silence. Roxy's mind raced from exhilaration to confusion, her head a roller coaster of post orgasmic adrenaline, Jael's face still blazing into her retinas like freshly painted graffiti. After a few minutes, calming her breathing, she climbed out of the bath swiftly grabbing a towel, and ran to her bedroom to dress for work Roxy scowled as she watched Craig dance around the bar, miming the words to the jukebox, and generally being rather graphic with his gesticulations. She knew why he always picked Bloodhound Gang; he thought it was sexy to stand behind the female customers and gyrate behind them, singing, "You and me baby aint nothing but mammals, lets do it like they do on the discovery channel". After leaving home she'd been only ten minutes late. Luckily, Craig had been out talking to the Bitter suppliers when she arrived, and the other barmaids hated him too, so there was no fear of anyone telling on her. She laughed and smiled amiably at one of the regulars as he complimented her on her outfit, she'd dressed strategically today, feeling the need to look good. Adjusting her waist length purple vest, and pulling her black skirt down to her hips, though it barely covered her ass, she allowed her eyes scanned the depths of the Jacobs bar, falling on the same faces as everyday, and the same drinks scattered over the tables. But the one person she was looking for failed to come into view, she told herself off for looking for him, but her heart sank when she realised, that for the first day in months, he wasn't there. She started to wonder if he used to stare at her at all, maybe she'd been imagining him all this time, and her act in the bathroom had cured her of her strange interest in the mythical man. Sighing, she turned to serve and take her mind off of him. Hours later, and after much argument, Roxy stumbled round Jacobs, finding the last few stray glasses and washing the last of the ashtrays. Someone had infact told Craig that she was late, so he made her lock up for the night, proclaiming he had a date with a "hot mama" and wanted to get out ASAP. Turning up the jukebox, she danced and washed the long wooden bar, sweeping up the fag butts and singing along to The Clash. Once it was all dusted and tidy, Roxy grabbed her coat, flinging it over her shoulders and made her way to the front door. As she turned round to shut and lock the doors, she felt a large pair of hands fall on her shoulders, and a pair of lips close to her ear, breathing a sweet hot breath onto her neck. She shivered, and let out a little sigh, imagining that she was once again daydreaming, and what a wonderful daydream it was starting out as. "Oohh, please, wait till I get home to start this again..."Roxy whispered to herself. "If I leave now I will never come back pet, and I don't think either of us want that now do we...?" Roxy stopped breathing, not moving a muscle, her eyes fixed on the lock of the door, swearing that she wasn't dreaming that voice. The grip on her shoulders tightened, and started to turn her round, she shut her eyes tightly and felt a shiver run down her spine, the voice having a deep impact on her. The turning stopped, she could hear her own breathing, and that of someone else, deeper, shallower, and far more controlled than her quickening breathes. "Open your eyes Roxy..."The deep soft voice commanded. Roxy shook her head, nervously. "Pet, I wont ask you again, do as I ask of you now, or I will leave you, and consider this the end of it before we have even begun. Do you understand?" Roxy nodded, and slowly opened her eyes, face downcast at her feet. Slowly raising her gaze she saw a pair of feet, clad in black leather boots, buckles all up the front, dark trousers, tightly cut, hugging his legs. Stopping momentarily, she gazed at his stomach, soft cotton shirt, purple and black, nipped waist, divinely made, long leather jacket, fitted and slightly beaten in appearance. Then finally her eyes lifted, landing on his face towering above her, she guessed he must be a good bit over 6ft. She could only focus on his startling eyes, blue, iridescent, gazing into her own, with dark but wanton intent. "I bet you were wondering where I was..." Jael's lip curved into a soft smile, his right hand reaching to cup her face, locking their gaze to each other. He moved his left to her hip, gripping lightly but with obvious strength, using a thumb to massage the skin showing there. Roxy felt an involuntary shiver at his touch, like a bolt of electricity down her spine, making her legs almost give way. Pushing her back into the pub, he shut the door with his foot, and guided her to the bar, lifting her up, her buttocks landing on the cold wetness of the clean bar, skirt falling up near her hips. Jael's growled softly, watching Roxy's Lily thighs on the dark wood, slightly goose bumped from a mix of nerves and the damp of the bar. Roxy mewled softly at the noise, and stopped herself in embarrassment, lifting her hands to cover her flushed cheeks. A quick thought shot into Jael's mind, imagining her other cheeks flushing that colour, wondering how long it would take to turn her curves from white to a dusky pink, musing at the noises she would make, and whether or not she would ask for more. He watched her shuffle about on the bar, trying to lift her wet buttocks up off the wood, eyes locked on his, watching where his eyes were falling. "Roxy..."He whispered, leaning in close again, mouth a few inches from her own, quivering slightly. She bit her lower lip, wanting to look away, but staying defiant, amber pools of emotion. "Roxy...?" Came his voice again, more insistent, lips just touching hers, hands on her waist, gripping and squeezing the flesh there. Roxy shivered, the feel of his fingers on her bare flesh sending shock waves through her entire body, all the way down between her legs. She could smell the beginnings of her own arousal, wishing she couldn't, as it meant that he was bound to notice as well, and the curled lip smile adorning his face told her, her suspicion was right. "Mmm sweetheart...you smell just like I imagined you would," he hissed softly in her ear, bringing his tongue out to slowly lick a trail down her neck, stopping at the nape. Suddenly, his hands moved, gripping her hands planted on the bar, pinning them down, fingers wrapping around her wrists. Roxy jumped and gasped softly, trying to move her hands, pulling against Jael's grip to no avail. She felt the grip get tighter, and Jael's eyes darken even more at her efforts. "Do not move." came his voice. "But...owww" Roxy whimpered as she felt Jael's teeth biting into the soft flesh of her neck. "Do not move, and do not speak until I ask you little one, you need to be patient, as I have been for some months now." Roxy nodded her agreement, and stayed perfectly silent. "Good girl" he purred, seeing Roxy shiver as he said it, marvelling that at least some of his suspicions were right about her. "Now, I will explain to you what O/our options are, and I want you to remain silent, and listen carefully to me, understand?" Roxy nodded again. "For some time now I've been coming here to watch you Roxy, sitting in the corner, every night you were here, buying so many drinks, and do you know, I never touch a drop? I buy those drinks purely to watch you, I'm completely teetotal. I wanted to make sure you were what I thought you were before I made my move to talk to you, it was hard not coming to you the second I laid eyes on you..." Roxy's breath caught in her chest, his words filling her with a secret and new pride, unfamiliar but welcome. "I know you are only young little one, you're rather inexperienced aren't you?" Roxy looked up at Jael, biting her lip, considering whether to answer or not, he interrupted her contemplations, telling her that it was perfectly fine for her to now answer. "Yes, to be honest I'm not, I've done things but I haven't really..." Jael cut off her words, placing a fingertip at her lips. Yes, to be honest I'm not, I've done things but I haven't really..." Jael cut off her words, placing a fingertip at her lips. Jael's Promise Ch. 01 "I want you to address me as Sir for now Roxy, it shows respect for me, please continue, I would like you to tell me how experienced you are." "Well...Sir..." Roxy whispered, feeling a small wave of heat hit her, "I've had some experience with a few men, but I've only slept with one person, and that was only once." "Was it what you wanted? Was it what you expected of it?" Roxy stopped and thought for a moment, tilting her head, eyes a little distant. "No Sir. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either, it just was. It happened on my 18th birthday, with my best friend, but I haven't done it since." Roxy let the memory of her and her old friend Tom play in front of her eyes, the sweating, the awkward groping and fumbling, and the all too quick end. She fell out of her vision as she felt warm lips pushing gently against her own, soft and full, just a hint of a tongue pushing through to meet with hers. Kissing back, she tentatively met his tongue, and felt a rush of adrenaline fill her, mixed with a deep need to never stop this simple gesture. All thought other than the kiss were fast melting away, time slowing down and seeming the most unimportant thing in the world. Jael broke away from the kiss, though to his surprise, reluctantly, waiting for Roxy to once again open her eyes. Roxy's lower lip quivered, still entranced by the effect of Jael's lips, not remembering ever having such a deep reaction to a single kiss. She watched as his eyes darkened, and the smile turned down a notch, looking more seriously at her. Roxy's gasped with a quick intake of breath as Jael grasped her hips, lifting her off the bar easily, and placing her on the still mop-wet floor. "Turn around for me, face the bar" Roxy felt her feet move automatically at the sound of his command, timbre strong, and sincere. She thought back to her shower that afternoon, and how her hands had done the same thing at the mere thought of him near her, but the pull was so much stronger with his actual presence watching her. Without prompting, she placed her hands palm down on the bar, and stood perfectly still, waiting for him to speak again. Jael raised an eyebrow quizzically, smile on his lips, watching her stand straight backed without so much as a word from him. Bringing his hand up, he gently pushed until she was bending half over at the waist, he marvelled at the difference in size, his one palm almost covering her lower back completely. The lower curves of her buttocks came into view as she bent over, the fishnets ending just at the top of her thighs, leading to a pair of soft black French knickers. "Breath slowly pet" he urged softly in her ear. "Listen to my voice, listen carefully, and hear only me. You know what I am about to do, and you know I will not hurt you in any bad way," Lifting her skirt up to rest on her hips, he growled as his eyes fell on the soft white full curves before him, and the slight glisten of her wetness between her thighs, seeping through her panties. On smelling Roxy's scent, a fresh wave of arousal hit Jael, making his Cock twitch in his trousers, pushing a little against the tight material. Jael moved his free hand over the crease between her thigh and buttock, up and under the soft material, feeling the cold skin, goose pimpled still from sitting on the bar. "You've dreamt of this haven't you pet? Of someone bending you over, and lifting your skirt, someone prepared to spank you for your Pleasure, and even for your Punishment." Roxy let out a soft little moan as the word punishment rolled from Jael's lips, making the depths of her pussy tighten and moisten more. Seeing her reaction, Jael repeated the word slowly, making a deliberate accentuation of it, right next to her ear. "Do you want this to happen Roxy? I do not normally give anyone a choice to get out before they have experienced anything, but I am offering it to you. Say now and I will let you go. Roxy...do you want to leave now?" Roxy turned her head to face Jael, eyebrows knitted in thought over her shoulder. After a small pause, she answered... "No Sir. I don't believe I do." Jael's Promise Ch. 02 Roxy bit her lip so as not to make a single sound, she could hear slow heavy footsteps coming closer, and they made her nervous but strangely heightened her excitement. She could sense Him standing behind her now, eyes burning holes in her form, tracing and recording every detail to his memory, a dripping tap in the sink the only noise in the silence that surrounded her. Anticipation filled the room, making her feet want to shuffle, and her nails want to dig grooves in the hardwood under her palms. She pursed her lips and stared ahead, keeping focus on a half empty Jack Daniels bottle hanging upside down over the ice bucket. When would she feel His touch on her skin again? He had left the bar to go to the cellar some 30 minutes ago, and returned a while later, simply watching her, occasionally pacing about the bar, not uttering a single word. On His instruction she'd kept silent, waiting as she was put for His return, she couldn't quite understand why she must stay silent while He wasn't there, but she didn't want to disappoint Him, and certainly wasn't about to quit. She'd sealed her fate half an hour ago by uttering what she believed to be the most important 7 words of her life, and the one meaning the biggest change from here on in. She jumped and gasped silently as she felt Him touch her softly, fingers tickling the raised hairs at the back of her neck, soft electricity buzzing through her entire body, the wait was worth it. Jael caressed her hair with His hand, pulling the bobbles and releasing it from its high buns, watching with a smile as it tumbled free down her back in purple waves. Lifting and placing the hair over her left shoulder, He started to trace her throat with his fingers tips, making little circles over her lower neck, down to her shoulders and slowly back up again. He watched a slight blush rise in her cheeks along with a fresh wave of goose bumps over her pale skin; He resisted the urge of licking and biting her skin, and returned to slowly teasing her neck instead. How perfectly still she had been, though he could feel her mind racing, contemplating moving, wondering what he would do next. She'd surprised Him, when He had moved to behind the bar, to watch her eyes; he had expected the usual doe eyes of a woman more than willing to submit to Him, or anyone willing to teach them, He always found an abundance of people that wanted to be trained for someone, but had never found anyone close to what He Himself was searching for. Roxys eyes had seemed to flame in front of Him, in an almost challenging way, a quiet determination, and real concentration. It had made His heart rise and almost burst in delight, letting Him believe that He had at last found someone He would want for his own, and that she might just want Him too. He leaned in close to her ear, breath warm on her cheek, voice soft but commanding. "Good girl...you've done very well to stay perfectly still" His eyes wandered, over her hips, her taught thighs, beautifully bent at the waist, leaning with palms flat on the bar, skirt hiked up around her hips. He had been very tempted to push her quicker, toying with the idea of taking her knickers down to her knees as well, but all in good time, He wanted to take it slowly with Roxy, so He could enjoy every single minute of it. "Roxy, I want to gain your trust, and your respect, but you must earn mine also. We can only do that by being honest with each other, completely. When I ask you a question I want you to answer as best you can, I will never tell you off for getting something wrong as you are learning, but I will punish you for misdeeds, and if you decide to lie to me. Never be afraid to ask questions, and never be afraid to say stop at any point, even if you feel that you are disappointing me by doing so." Roxy lifted her head, listening intently. "Though I will be testing your limits, I can only do that with your help, and you must trust my experience to help you push more than you might think you can handle. You have already proven I can trust you in part, as you did so very well with your first task of not moving until I asked you to." He paused, and turned her face over her shoulder to meet Him, deliberately slowly. "Now, Roxy, are you ready to continue?" Roxy nodded and Jael laughed silently, seeing a slight flicker of a grin cross her face, gone as quickly as it appeared, like a private joke reserved for a chosen few. He took her hands from the bar turning her round to face Him, and without warning she got onto her tiptoes and kissed the crease of his smile. Her forwardness brought a quizzical look to his face, having never had this kind of behaviour before He was a little taken back as to what his reaction should be. Placing His hands around her waist, He did the only thing his mind was screaming at Him to do, he pulled her up off her feet and kissed her deeply, lips pushing wantonly against hers, tasting and exploring her, tongue darting and fighting. A quickly as He had swooped her up, He put her down again, and stood two paces back, an eyebrow arched in a triumphant manner. Regaining His composure, he took her hands once more and lead her to the back stairs of the bar, leading up to a locked flat, He felt Roxy pull back a little on his grasp. "We can't go up there...the owner of the bar lives there, all the barmaids tell me he is very secretive, none of us have ever seen him..." Roxy trailed off as she gazed at His smiling face, watching Him reach into the dark recesses of His black coat, and pull out a set of heavy silver keys around a large steel ring, she noticed it was attached to the long chain around His neck. Pulling her onwards up the stairs He stood just outside the door, and looked down at her, eyes watching her through His raffish and raven like curtain of hair, now falling forward over His face. Moving one hand behind Him, Jael ran his palm over the perfectly polished wood and grooves of the door, around large carvings of vines, deep set leaves twisting in a carnival of flora, and darker pieces of inlaid wooden grapes. "Oh? Is that so pet...?" He breathed into her ear, placing the keys in her hand and leaning back against the doorframe. "Well I can tell you, he has seen you, and is very much taken with you, I have no doubt he wouldn't mind your presence in his home..." Jael took her hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around the largest of the keys, and guiding it to an ornate silver lock just below the scrolled handle, turning it smoothly to the left, then all the way back round to the right, hearing a mechanism snap loudly inside. The door slowly and soundlessly opened a crack, letting a small bar of soft orange light fall on the wall beside them, travelling like the dawn until it landed between their bodies, now a warming glow, obscuring their view but welcoming them home. Jael guided her into the hallway, and shut the door behind them; lifting the chain from his neck and placing the keys into a deep white bowl filled with midnight blue rose petals, making the room smell vaguely sweet. Looking down Roxy could see a soft white rug beneath their feet, parting the apple wood flooring and leading all the way into a soft-lit room at the back of the flat. She watched Jael from the corner of her eye, gracefully bending down to lift her feet, and unlace her boots while she took everything in. He took His time lifting her bare feet from her boots, placing her onto the softness of the rug beneath; she couldn't help but giggle when she noticed her red painted toenails sinking into its depths. Large paintings adorned the walls, dark landscapes with raging lightening storms, huge mountain ranges and seas, moving onto portraits of young women lying on chez lounges being fed grapes, or sitting by the feet of a dark haired man, looking up in a seeming serenity and love. She ran a finger over the contours of the painting nearest, a smiling young woman, lying on her stomach, feet in the air, head in her hands, blanket draped over her shoulders and back. Roxy stopped when her fingers reached a signature mark in the very bottom corner, the letters J.B standing clear in red scribe. She felt Jaels hand again on her shoulder, comforting and warm against her skin. "You own Jacobs bar don't you." It was a statement rather than a question, and she didn't know how she hadn't seen it before. She lifted her gaze to meet His, and found she couldn't help but smile when she saw His own lip curled into a delighted smirk. "Yes, I bought it a few years back, but I've still been silently in control of the place, managing stock, keeping the place running, hiring staff..." His heavy eyebrow arched as if to accent the statement. He cupped her cheek with His palm when He noticed her face drop. "I meant I hired Craig, he is surprisingly good for business, people like nice pretty bar staff and landlords they can feel better than. We both know he is a complete berk, but he does his job. He hired you, I simply allowed him to." In one swift motion, Jael leaned down and lifted Roxy into His arms, cradled with her arms around His neck. He stepped off of the carpet and strode towards the back room, heavy leather boots echoing with each step onto the apple wood. Slowly, the light got brighter, and Roxy could see what was obviously a study; a large high desk made from wood that appeared impossibly black, with a red leather covered high backed chair, with no arm rests, placed in front of it. Deep bookshelves adorned the walls with titles she recognized and loved, epics by Aeschylus, Greek tragedies and modern plays, poets from all over the world and all across time, horror writers like Poppy Z Brite in pride of place within reach of the chair. He carried her into the study, and sat her onto the leather chair. She noticed straight away there were no doors in the frames, just an archway leading in, and one at the other side of the room leading out. Noticing her gaze, Jael dropped into His knees, gripping her thighs with His long fingers, looking seriously at her for a moment before He spoke. "Now, this" He gestured around him " is my study. It is my own room, and I will ask you only once to not come in here without my permission. The doors have been taken off as a sign of trust, you can see in, and it is always open, so it will be down to you not to come in here. In a while I will take you to the place we will sleep tonight, but for now there are more pressing issues." Roxy watched His expressions as He spoke, the gentle rise of His eyebrows, His curling lip, the way His hair fell a little over his eyes, only partially obscuring the flames that seemed to permeate there. She wondered if He knew the power of His voice, how hypnotic it was, how it made her shiver. "You were late for work this evening weren't you Roxy." Again this wasn't a question. "You were late and you tried to cover it up, you snuck in without letting Craig know you hadn't arrived on time, so unlike you not to be on time" He tutted into her ear. "What were you doing that made you late, and please, do not lie to me." His eyes seemed to radiate seriousness suddenly, his tone becoming soft but noticeably darker. "I was taking a shower..." Roxy whispered into her lap. Jael squeezed her thigh tighter, lifting her head with his palm to face him. "And...?" he hissed. "And...I was...erm..." Roxy flushed a sudden and deep crimson. She squealed at the harsh pressure on her thighs, every second she stalled meaning his grip tightened. "I was playing with myself!" She blurted, voice high pitched and louder than she had meant. She felt a sudden rush of relief at admitting it to Him, she half smiled, surprised at herself, she felt His grip lessen on her thigh, but His gaze and hold on her chin remained solid. "I watched you come in late this evening, and I let the fact be known to young Craig myself." He watched as Roxys eyes flashed to the door embarrassedly. " You look shocked little one; don't tell me you are shocked to hear that after you know I own this place? I cannot have my staff coming in late for such reasons. I might have been able to understand if you were late for your car breaking down, or because you were unwell, but we both now know why you were late don't we? It was because of your lack of self-control, your lack of self-discipline..." His laughed trickled thickly like treacle from his throat, dark but not unkind. "Now, what do you think should happen, you know that you cannot get away with being late and hiding it from me can you?" "I wasn't hiding it from you, I was hiding it from Crai..." Roxy stopped mid sentence, biting her lip while she watched the humour fall completely from His eyes, she realised swiftly that it didn't matter that she thought the deception was aimed at Craig, she had lied, and that was all that mattered. "I erm I don't know...Sir." She added quickly on remembering. Roxy's gaze met the floor once more, a tear rolling down her cheek and onto her lap, making a small circular wet patch on her skirt. She knew what the answer should be, but it terrified her. The fact that this excited her as well made her deeply embarrassed, she couldn't speak those words, not yet, couldn't bring herself to ask to be punished, no matter how much she was beginning to want it. Jael noticed her demeanour change, deciding to allow her for now, to be lead rather than ask for it. Eventually she would be taught that when she needs to be punished, she would ask for every strike, even thank Him afterwards, but that would have to come later. "Stand up..." Roxy rose slowly from the warm leather of the high backed chair, adjusting her skirt before standing a few paces in front of it, waiting in silence. She felt Him walk behind her, eyes always staring, evaluating and appraising, dragging the chair back a little before sitting down Himself. Placing a hand on her hips, He turned her round to face Him, placing her by His right hand side, His gaze now distant and away from her own, making her desperate to catch his eye, see the emotion there, and gage what he was thinking. She leaned forward, attempting to do so, and gasped as His hand came swiftly up, catching her hair, and twisting it around His fingers, lightly, but deliberately with strength. She stopped dead, waiting for Him to move, knowing immediately, that the control was His, though she had allowed it, it was time for now at least to let this happen. She felt a gentle push forwards, as she was taken across His lap, her stomach pushing against his thighs, breasts resting on the edge and brushing against the material of her top. He moved her hands to the floor, balancing on her fingertips, and motioned for her to part her legs just a little, making her go onto her tiptoes. Letting go of her hair, Jael placed His hand on her lower back, steadying her and holding her at the same time. Noticing she couldn't see His face, He grinned at the site of the young thing across His lap, her delicious thighs, her lily buttocks hiding under what modesty the skirt would allow, her hair falling down her shoulders and framing her face, and the way her back curved wonderfully, accentuating the dip of her waist. "Now, Roxy" He breathed into her ear, lifting her skirt slowly above her hips. "You lied. You cannot expect to get away with lying to me, or to anyone." Her body tensed, breathing ragged, fingertips, digging into the floor with some veracity. "This will be the first punishment you receive, I will be much easier on you than I normally would, because I think I am right in saying you have never received one before." Jael waited for a few moments. "Answer me little one," He prompted. "No Sir." She muttered. She felt His palm run across the under curve of her buttocks, teasing the material of her knickers, firm and long strokes, almost reassuring. "Good girl...and who knows, if you take this well there shall be a treat for you, and a promise it will be a wonderful surprise" Jael fingered the edge of her skirt with a languid fingertip before flicking the skirt up with practiced ease. Slowly, Roxy let her body go limp in quiet and half excited resignation, getting lost in the soft sensation, mewling quietly to herself and waiting for that first inevitable stroke...