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Learning the Rules Ch. 01

By: Apple_of_Eden



Hello All, 

Let me start by saying thank you for making the choice to read "Learning the Rules." I hope you enjoy it. Although, there is no sex in this chapter, it introduces the characters. If you take the time to read chapter one, I promise each additional chapter will grow and become more exciting and sexy. Everyone knows a Novice has to start somewhere. Enjoy...and thanks again. P.S. Please don't forget to vote and comment. I would love to hear your feedback. 

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The Novice meets her Teacher 

It had been five years since Alexandra Rose Newman had moved into this large corner office, but she was still impressed every time she looked out the full length wall of windows of her Logan Circle office. Her view of Philadelphia was perfect. She could see the art museum and the boat houses along the river. In the evening, when everything was lit up, it was picture perfect. Alex, as almost everyone called her, checked the weather to see if it was raining. The evening news said to expect rain later this evening. No rain yet, she should be able to sprint home to her apartment and just make it to Ashley's in time. 

"Shit, I'm running late. Ashley will kill me if I'm late for her dinner party again." She called for her assistant through the open door of her office. "Meg, are you finished with the changes to the last contract I gave you? And have you sent the new drawings down to William for editing? Also, did you finish those letters regarding the new rehab wing at Children's yet? I want to review everything this weekend before my Monday meetings." 

Megan Reilly had been Alex's assistant for the last three years. They worked well together. Both women were perfectionist when it came to their work. Alex wasn't sure about hiring Meg initially, especially since she had only one year experience and that year was spent in a law firm. She wasn't sure how Meg would adapt to working with an architectural firm, but she was impressed with the way the young woman presented herself; she liked her enough during the interview to give her a chance. 

Alex quickly found out how lucky she was by taking a chance on the young woman. Meg was priceless as far as Alex was concerned. She was more than her right arm, sometimes she was her memory, her alarm clock, and most importantly her "grey zone." Alex had a habit of seeing things in black and white, right and wrong and never really cared for anything in between. 

She remembered back to the one day when Meg defined her "grey zone" theory. After a complete blow out argument with a colleague she was working with on a project, Meg came into the office and closed the door. Alex was still fuming and Meg knew that that was usually not the best time to have any type of discussion with her. Alex was walking back and forth in front of her desk mumbling, cursing and calling her friend and sometimes partner, a complete ass. 

Meg took a chance and said, "Alex, you know you don't mean half of what you are saying. You love working with Matt and the two of you are a good team. You complement each other really well. You just need to give in once in a while and compromise. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you are not always right." Meg waited for Alex to turn on her and explode with more expletives. 

Instead, she took a few deep breaths, rolled her neck around right to left and left to right, something she did quite often when stressed or at a loss for something. Looking Meg directly in the eye, she said, "I suppose you are going to provide me with the reason that you think I am wrong in this situation." 

Meg smiled, "I didn't say you were wrong. I just said you are not always right. I heard the whole conversation between you and Matt. I also heard how you turned a simple artistic difference into World War III. No wonder why Matt left in a huff. Am I right or wrong in thinking that your whole argument was about window placement and ceiling heights?" 

Rolling her eyes and sitting on her desk front, Alex smiled at Meg and said, "Well, it was more than that, but let's assume that that was the main problem. What would you have done differently to resolve the situation in a better way?" 

Meg laughed and said, "Just about anything else could have been a better approach." 

Alex's eyes widened and she started to laugh. "Explain, please." 

Meg explained to her about the "grey zone." How sometimes it doesn't need to be one way or the other. Sometimes both ways could have certain merits and benefits. You just had to weigh the pros and cons, occasionally compromise, and make the best decision for the client's needs. The impact of the "grey zone," often made the difference between another major argument occurring with a colleague/client versus a somewhat impassioned discussion. For that reason alone, Alex was grateful she had Meg. 

Meg was one of the few people Alex would listen to when it came to constructive criticism or simple advice. She liked Meg, they were friends along with the supervisor/worker relationship and so far, Meg had always had her back and had proven her loyalty on more than one occasion. Even if she didn't agree with Alex, she never let anyone criticize her or speak badly of her behind her back. In Alex's book, that was priceless, especially in her business. Like they say, you are only as good as your last design or last success. In Alex's case, she was very good. She was a highly sought after architect and had her choice of firms to work with after the first year when she won "Best New Architect" and had two stories written about her in Philadelphia magazine. 

The first article detailed her first year in the city as an architect and spoke of her immediate success and profiled her most recent work for a children's museum. The second was a profile story on her not only as a successful and talented architect, but as a "single" woman in a career still dominated by men. That article followed the "Top 25 Bachelors of Philadelphia." Its placement, in the magazine, made it look like Alex was the Top 1 Bachelorette of Philadelphia. 

Alex broke from her stroll down memory lane and called out to Meg. Meg was already popping up from her desk and coming over to the office door before Alex finished her name. 

Smiling she said, "Yes, the changes to the contracts are complete and I sent them to your home email. Yes, William had the new drawing by five o'clock and said he would make the changes and have them on your desk first thing Monday morning. No, the letters for the Children's rehab wing are not complete, but I will finish them before I leave and email them to your home for final approval." With a more serious look on her face, she said, "And if I were you I would leave now, because Ashley has called twice today to tell me to make sure you are not late again and I promised her you would not be. So get a move on it, I don't want to be on Ashley's shit list." The two women looked at each other and laughed. "Believe me Alex said, neither do I. It's too hard a list to get off." 

"Okay, okay, I'm going now. I just have to shut down my computer and check the changes to Monday's schedule and then I'm out of here." 

"Seriously, Alex, I really don't want to be on Ashley's shit list. You know how she carries on and I will have to listen to it and apologize every time she calls here. I'll close down your computer and send the updates to your calendar. I'll also send a Word copy to your home email. If you're going home to change, you better leave now." 

"Okay, I'm already gone. You don't see me here and I'm not saying, thank you, you are a doll and I owe you." Grabbing her raincoat and bag, she headed for the door. It took her twenty minutes to get over to her apartment. Taking off her jacket as she got in the door, kicking off her shoes as she headed to her bedroom and practically tearing off her skirt and blouse, Alex decided she could fit in a five minute shower and still make it to Ashley's on time. 

Shower complete, make-up and hair given a quick touch up, she heads to her closet. She pulls open both doors to her closet and starts flipping through hanger after hanger of outfits. Thinking to herself, what to wear, what to wear? Not the green dress, I wore that to Ash's birthday party. Not the little black dress, everyone will be wearing black. Ah! I forgot I bought this. This is the one. 

She pulls out a midnight blue silk dress and cuts the tags off. Opening her lingerie drawer, she pulls out a royal blue teddy with a built in underwire and matching panties. It's cool out tonight, even though it is only the end of September, so she decides to wear stockings. She gently pulls the black shear silk stocking over her knee and runs her fingers lightly over the lace elastic top that will hold it in place around her mid-thigh. She gently repeats the same careful orchestration on her right leg. All too often she has been in a hurry and put a finger nail through the stocking. 

She has expensive taste and when it comes to the articles of clothing that are closest to her skin, she enjoys the feel of some of the finest lingerie. It's the one thing she has no guilt about splurging on for herself. Pulling on her dress, she inspects herself in the mirror. "I look pretty good if I do say so myself." She smiles at her reflection in the mirror. She puts on a pair of simple diamond stud earrings, a platinum chain necklace with a small diamond lock and key that rest just above her breastbone and adds to her ensemble the highest pair of heels she owns. A platinum strappy stiletto with four inch heels. 

Hoping she will be able to walk in them, she takes a final once over in the mirror. She exams herself from head to toe. Her auburn brown hair still has a lot of the gold and reddish highlights left in it from the summer sun. Her thick silky locks hang just below her shoulders and her hair has a natural wave and bounce to it. It frames her face perfectly. Her skin still holds the summer tan and the botanical oil she applied after her shower has the lightest floral sent and the oil adds a healthy shine to her skin. 

She looks great. Her dress crisscrosses across her breast but has a plunging V neck to it that shows ample cleavage and just enough of her breast to be interesting without being slutty. The dress ends a few inches above her knees and the strappy stilettos make her look like her legs never end. At five feet, nine inches tall, Alex is already a tall woman, but with the heels, she stands just over six feet. Happy with the overall look, she heads to the elevator. Checking her cell phone for the time, she realizes she just might make it to Ashley's in time. 

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Alex grabs a taxi outside her building and races over to Eighth and Pine Streets. She quickly pays the driver. As she gets out of the taxi, she sees a very tall, very handsome man walking around the corner. She looks him over from head to toe and is not the least embarrassed or ashamed that he is very well aware that she has just checked him out. As he walks closer, he returns the compliment and does the same head to toe review of her. They smile at each other and nod their unspoken approval. 

Alex climbs the few stairs to Ashley's trinity home and takes one last glance at the handsome stranger. "Wow, the back is as good as the front." He turns to look at her and smiles, a little amazed that she just said that. She can't believe she said her thought out loud and is slightly taken aback. She shakes her head and admonishes herself, what an idiot. 

Ringing the bell and opening the door at the same time, she is immediately greeted by Ashley. Shaking her head from left to right, Ashley responds to her barely late arrival with, "tisk, tisk, tisk Alex. Do you always have to be late? I even called Meg twice today to remind her to make sure you left on time. Really Alex, what excuses will you give tonight? You are always the last to arrive; everyone else is already having drinks." 

Before Alex can answer, the front door closes loudly behind her as if the person entering demands immediate attention. To Alex's surprise, the tall, dark and extremely good looking man she just passed on the sidewalk stands right behind her. He has the sexiest smile she has ever seen on a man. A smile that says, "I'm here, now you may start." 

Smiling, he winks at Alex while he addresses Ashley. "Sorry Ashley, but it looks like not everyone is here. It appears that I too am late and this time, I'm the last to arrive. You will have to allow this beautiful lady a pass tonight and continue your tirade on me for being late." While looking directly at Alex, in a very seductive manner, he continues, "Something distracted me and I walked right by your house." 

While maintaining eye contact with Alex, he smiles and speaks so low that only she is privy to what he says. "You my lovely lady are very distracting and no doubt could get me into much more trouble other than being late." Alex doesn't quite know how to respond, so she just maintains his gaze and shrugs her shoulders as she returns his smile. 

He turns his attention to Ashley. "Again, Ashley, I apologize for my tardiness and I accept any punishment you deem fit." Ashley giggles and saunters pass Alex to the man who just entered the door. She giggles again and kisses his cheek. Blushing she reply's, in her best coquettish manner, "Jamie, you never have to apologize to me. You are simply too sexy to apologize. However, about that punishment..." Ashley continues to giggle and introduces the two late arrivals. 

"Jamison Montgomery, this is my best friend, the very and always late Ms. Alexandra Newman; Alex this is Jamie Montgomery. He and Stephan grew up together and have been best friends since grade school. He was in England for the last few years, but has finally decided to grace us with his presence once again. Lucky us." With that, she kisses his cheek again and directs them to the adjoining room. 

The two arrivals look at each other and smile. He extends his arm for Alex to take so that he can escort her into the next room. Alex accepts his offer and is shaking her head while light laughter comes from her. Jamie isn't sure what she is laughing at; he thinks she is laughing at him for offering to escort her. His face becomes a little stern and his eyes darken. He looks down at the woman on his arm and asks, "Is it so laughable that a gentleman would offer a lady an escort into dinner?" 

Alex hears a little disdain in his voice, if not anger. Realizing that he thinks she is laughing at his offer, she quickly tries to correct the situation. She tilts her head up the few inches she needs to in order to look into his eyes. She realizes that he must be six feet six, because even with four inch heels on, she has to look up a few inches just to see his very dark, very expressive eyes. She blushes a little, which is a very rare occurrence for her. She stops laughing and with a gentle smile, she answers him. "No, it is not laughable. Actually, I find it quite gallant and refreshing, not to mention unexpected, but very welcomed." 

He looks into her eyes to see if she is mocking him, but she is not. There is only honesty in her eyes. He returns her thinking to himself, what lovely eyes she has. If she only knew how much of her thoughts they express, she would most likely wear dark glasses to prevent the viewer from her minds thoughts and secrets. They are beautiful deep blue eyes that are very expressive and give away each of her thoughts if one looks closely enough. She was very wise in choosing this blue silk dress. It compliments her eyes well. Not to mention every other aspect of her body. As he is thinking this he scans her body once again, from head to toe and takes note of the ever so slight shiver that runs, from head to toe, over her. 

The light in the room is much better than was the street lighting. He can better appreciate all of her attributes. He realizes that she has at least three or more shades of color in her auburn hair. He can picture himself wrapping the thick wavy locks around his hand and positioning her head wherever he desires it. A wicked smile crosses his face as he realizes just where he would position her first. 

He is surprised at the feeling of excitement that centers in his gut. He feels the tightening in his balls. It has been a while since he felt this excited at a first meeting. 

His gaze continues down her long neck, over her collar bone and down to her breasts. They are fairly large breasts and well presented. He would love to lean in and lick the exposed mounds as they stand there exposed and moving up and down with each breath she takes. He wonders just what she would do if he did it. He would love to see her reaction. Besides, it would be her fault for looking so good and giving him such open access. 

He can't believe it, but he is actually temped to do it, to simply lean in and have his way with her breast. He swallows and refocuses as he hears her voice interrupt his moment of fantasy. At least for now it is fantasy. But he decides he just may give her the pleasure of making it a reality, at least for one night. 

"I was not laughing at you and I'm sorry if that was your impression. I was laughing at my so called, life-long friend Ashley." Alex is annoyed with Ashley's behavior and you can hear it in her voice. "I arrive less than five minutes late and it's treated as a personal affront to her good character. You arrive on my heels and are greeted with giggles, flirtation, and kisses. And she has known me most of her life. I don't get it, what is her problem?" 

He decides he is not overly happy with her tone. She is just a little too self-righteous sounding for his liking. He decides to play with her a little, maybe give her a little teasing. Smiling Jamie looks at Alex. "Do you really want to know the answer or was that a rhetorical question?" His voice is quiet, and husky, like he is going to share a secret. 

"No, if you know the answer, please, enlighten me." 

He decides he is right. He doesn't like her self-righteous tone or her response. He knows what he would like to do to her to curb that mouth of hers. He makes a promise to himself that he will do just that when the time arises. One way or another, he will teach Ms. Newman how to restrain her tongue, or at least control it. He will also need to teach her how he wishes her to respond to him, in more ways than one. Lessons he is more than willing to teach. 

Quietly, he bends his head to her ear. He whispers, "Are you sure you want to know? It may shock you." He is so close to her that she can feel his warm breath across her neck and smell the wintergreen mint he must have had just before coming in the door. She thinks, God, this man smells great, looks great, and must be too good to be true. Alex takes a deep breath as the chill goes through her body from his breath tickling across her neck. Beyond the wintergreen smell is a deeper scent. She tries to think of just what it reminds her of, but she is lost in the moment of silence as she thinks about how good he looks and smells. She has never had this kind of response to someone, especially not a stranger. 

He breaks the silence when he whispers, "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. It really is impolite to leave a question unanswered Ms. Newman." 

Alex startles and looks up at him. He is still smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes like earlier and there is no humor in it. She realizes he is serious. This man is very serious. Without even realizing it, she stands up straighter, her shoulders pull back, her nipples harden and she feels alive. More alert and alive than she has felt in a long time. She is startled by the electrically tingles that shoot through her body and all seem to aim for her sex. 


Learning the Rules Ch. 01



She is shocked by the warm feeling she immediately has between her legs and is even more shocked that she is getting wet simply from his last statement. God, this is new for me. If he can make me feel like this with one sentence, what could he do with an actual touch? I bet he would be great in bed. I bet he would fuck like a stallion. Oh God! What the fuck is going on, what I am thinking. 

Her thoughts are interrupted when Jamie puts his finger and thumb gently under her chin and raises her head toward him. He looks totally serious when he says, "I never repeat myself Ms. Newman. However, I can see by the look in your eyes and the expression on your face, among other things; he looks directly at Alex's hardened and very protruding nipples and continues to speak, that your thoughts are elsewhere at the moment. So, I will repeat myself for you this one time; but it will only be this once. It would behoove you to remember that. Understand." 

Alex realizes that it is not a question. He is simply stating a fact and for some reason, she believes him. She nods and answers him; she is not answering whether or not she understands, but his initial question. 

"Yes, I would like the answer." Her body is shaking, it is barely visible, but he is standing so close to her and is so in tune to her, he sees it across her arms, her chest, and her abdomen. It is exciting to him to have this effect on a woman he believes is most likely strong willed, extremely intelligent, and very independent. It is so exciting to him that he feels his cock starting to pulse, immediately he is semi erect. It's been a while since a woman has had this dramatic an effect on him. He starts to make mental notes of the plans he has for Ms. Newman. 

He leans in closer to her ear so that only she can hear him and whispers his answer. "She is your typical woman. She thinks that by being flirtatious and gentle she can win me over. Like most women, she thinks that will make me want her. Make me want to fuck her. She thinks she knows me because her husband and I have been friends for quite a long time. Because we have shared a few dinners and some light conversation. But trust me, she does not know me. And she is the last type of woman I would want to fuck. I don't do gentle flirts; I don't do typical. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Ashley. Actually, I like her. For Stephan, she is perfect. For me, well, she is simply not my type." 

Jamie slowly moved behind her, lightly drawing his hand across her lower back from one side to the other. He left his hand resting in the curve of her back, just on the crest of her well rounded ass. He continued to softly whisper into her left ear now. He could feel her body tense. She was standing so still, he thought she stopped breathing. She had for a few seconds. Then he heard her take a prolonged deep breath, he watched her chest gradually rise as she inhaled. A few seconds later, she quietly sighed as she slowly exhaled. 

He continued on, "I prefer my women to be of stronger character, to have a much stronger sense of self, and to enjoy being anything but typical. In fact, if they are willing to be atypical, the more the better. The status quo is not what I'm looking for in any aspect of my life. He adds with emphasis, specifically not in my woman." 

He hesitated a moment to look into her eyes. They were as dark and deep as any sapphire he had ever seen. They glowed with desire and he was more than willing to ignite the fire. His breath moved from her ear, down her cheek and rested just over her mouth as he tipped his head in close as if he were going to kiss her. She gasps just loud enough that he heard her and gave her the most delicious smile she had ever seen. "It takes a woman with a strong sense of who she is and what she wants to make me even the slightest bit interested. It takes a strong woman to meet my needs and an even stronger woman to maintain my attentions. Do you know of such a woman, Ms. Newman?" 

Alex is stunned. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know how to respond. Hell, she doesn't even know if she can respond. Her mind is in a fog. Her mouth is dry. And oh dear God, but her silk panties are very wet. 

"Can I surmise by the "necklace" that you are wearing that you do. It's too bad for me that I may be too late to find out just how strong a woman you are and how adept you are in your understanding. I have a feeling we would play well together." I will have to find out just what that collar means to her. How committed is she in this relationship? Is there any chance? But collared or not, I just may break the rules for this one. 

Lifting his head from her ear, he makes one last comment, "As for your earlier thoughts Ms. Newman, multiple your wildest expectations by ten and you may come close." He laughs, excuses himself and makes his way across the room to say hello to his old friend. Alex is stunned; she is literally unable to move for a few seconds. 

Ashley walks over to Alex. "Are you ok Alex, you look flushed?" Touching the top of her hand to Alex's cheek, she says, "Honey, you are hot. Do you have a fever? Did Jamie say something to upset you? Honey, is everything alright?" 

"Ash, you have no idea. I am so hot right now, I could melt ice. No, he didn't upset me but he did sort of "bother" me. He is a very "bothersome" man and no, everything is definitely not alright. But here's hoping to the fact that it will be." 

Alex is looking at him standing across the room. Talking to Stephan like nothing has happened. Like he didn't just whisper some of the sexiest things she has heard in a long time into her ears. She didn't blush; she didn't even flinch as he whispered those things in her ear. She was immobile. She was mesmerized. Almost spell bound by not only his voice, but by the content of what he said. Her thoughts were a little scattered. She couldn't tell if he was propositioning her or simply stating what his preferences were. She was so trying to explain this affect he had on her, these feelings she was having that she thought, "Is it possible he was hypnotizing me?" 

Taking a deep breath, she decides she wants to know more about this man. No, she needs to know more about this man. Is he simply arrogant or can he back up his words with his actions. God, she hopes to find out. And what the hell did he mean about playing together and what does my necklace have to do with anything? Damn him, he is the most exasperating yet intoxicating man I have ever met. 

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To be continued...



Learning the Rules Ch. 02



 Chapter 2: Dinner conversation turns into Challenge Accepted!

I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read, vote, and comment on Learning the Rules: Chapter 1. I truly appreciate your feedback. Here is Chapter 2, a little hotter as promised. Please let me know your thoughts and feedback. I hope you enjoy the read.




Ashley makes her rounds through the rooms. Everyone appears to be mingling and having a good time. Everyone is having a good time except her best friend Alex. 

"Alex, what is the problem; aren't you having a good time? You know most of our friends, why are you so quiet? It's not like you. Did our Jamie say something to hurt you? He can be a little straight forward sometimes, but he is usually not mean or hurtful. Did he upset you?" She is rambling on in her normal "Ashley way," but she means well.

"No Ash, I'm ok. I'm just thinking about some things Jamie said."

"Was he mean or rude?" Now she's concerned for her friend. She knows Jamie can come off wrong when you first meet him. He can be a little overbearing and intense.

"No, actually, he was just being honest and up-front with me. I think. Ash, can I ask a favor?"

"Of course you can. You can ask me for anything Alex, you know that? What are best friends for if not for favors? By the look in your eye, I'd say you are about to get into some trouble. Anything I can help you with?"

"Yes. Ash, I want to get to know "your Jamie" better. I want you to make sure that we are seated next to each other at dinner. And I want you to be on the other side of him and ignore him as much as possible. I want to make sure that he is forced to talk to me during dinner. I don't think our previous conversation went in my favor. I think I have some catching up to do. I let him knock me off my game before, but not this time. Will you do that for me?" Although there is a little plea in her voice, there is more determination.

"Honey, you know I will do anything for you. Of course I will do it. He won't know what hit him. No man has ever been able to beat us when we team up." Ashley hears Alex's determination and recognizes, from history, trouble is coming.

"I hate to admit it Ash, but I don't think we have played at this level before. "Your Jamie" is really in a league of his own. I actually believe he may have just tried to intimidate me. I may even say he tried to scare me off. Which you know only makes me more determined."

"Alex, unless you are really interested in him and I mean REALLY interested in him, maybe you should be 'scared off'." Ashley is a little shocked by Alex's request and she doesn't want her to get hurt again. It's been quite a while since her friend has taken a real interest in a man, let alone been attracted to one. "I hope you are not just trying to one up him and put another win in your column? Because if that is your plan; I have to warn you. He's not someone you will be able to bend to your will. He won't jump just because you say to. Jamie is not a man who will be easily manipulated; for that matter, I don't believe he can be manipulated at all. And if he can, I feel sorry for the person doing the manipulating once he finds out."

"Now you sound like your trying to scare me off. Is he really that difficult? I'm not going to try to manipulate anyone. I'm a little hesitant to say it, but he has caused my interest to peak. Ash, I haven't been this interested in or this attracted to a man in a long time, not just sexually, but intellectually. You know that, you also know that if I wasn't at least a little serious, I wouldn't waste my time." All the while Alex is speaking to Ashley she can't take her eyes off of Jamie. "If I tell you something, you promise not to laugh or make some kind of scene?"

"Of course I'm not going to make a scene. It's my dinner party for God's sake. Make a scene, why would you even say such a thing?"

"Oh, I don't know." Alex says laughingly, "Maybe because the last time I told you something like this you practically screamed, "Fuck me!" so loud that everyone in the bar turned to look at us."

"That doesn't count. You know I was drunk! Besides, that was months ago. Anyway, you have to tell me now because otherwise I will spontaneously combust with curiosity."

"Ok, but remain in control. No outbursts."

"Ok. Ok. I promise, in control, no outburst, keep secret. Cross my heart and hope to die." She smiles and mockingly makes a cross sign over her heart.

"Ash, when we were talking together, he said some very suggestive things. He said some very hot sexy suggestive things; things that really heated my blood and other areas of my body. Ash, I got so excited, my panties are wet."

Ashley's mouth falls open. She gives a little shrill and hugs Alex. "Oh my God Alex, you have to follow your woman's intuition. Jamie is gorgeous and sexy and well, a lot of other things too. If anything happens between you two, you have to swear to tell me. I've always wondered what he would be like in bed. Are you really attracted to him, sexually?"

"Oh, there is definite sexual attraction. It's so strong it's almost feral. It is so animalistic, I'm surprised we didn't just scent each other and start fucking on your living room floor. He has made me think and made me feel things in the past hour that I haven't thought or felt in the past two years. At least not to this level."

Ashley giggles and hugs Alex a second time. "Ok, then game on Honey. And may the best person win! Don't worry; I will make sure the dinner seating is perfect. I can't wait to see how this goes. I love Jamie, but he is a bit of a megalomaniac. And well, if anyone can give him a challenge for his "control freak title," it's you. But Alex, you should know that Jamie is more than a bit of a "control freak." In fact, he could be Mr. Control Freak." 

"Thanks, I think." She gives Ashley a kiss on the cheek and starts to move through the room chatting as she comes upon the other guests, but never loosing site of Jamie.

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Ashley arranges for Stephan to escort Alex into the dining area. She briefs him on her seating plan and gives him direction on where Alex is to be seated. He is not happy about being her accomplice, but he has warned her before about medaling and she just doesn't learn. As she maneuvers herself through the room she makes sure she is standing right next to Jamie as she announces dinner is ready. With nothing but pure innocence on her face, she takes Jamie's arm, "Will you be so kind and escort me into dinner? My husband seems to have found another partner." As she takes his arm, Ashley gives Jamie her best "pretty please" smile. She knows he hates this cutesy behavior and does it to annoy him.

Jamie looks to see who Stephan is partnering. He physically tenses as he sees Alex on Stephan's arm. Ashley watches as his eyes darken, they look as if they went from deep brown to black within seconds. His facial expression is tense. His head lifts to attention as his jaw line hardens. It is magical to watch his transformation from Mr. Control to Mr. What the Fuck. Yet, at the same time it's a little frightening; thank God he and Stephan are good friends or she would be a little worried for her husband. 

Ashley smiles, holding his arm, she maneuvers him to the dining table so that Alex is seated on his right and she is on his left. Stephan is to Alex's right, but since he is seated at the head of the table, he can basically converse with everyone. But Jamie is caught between Ashley and Alex, as planned.

The dinner progresses and Ashley makes sure that she spends the majority of her time conversing with the dinner guest to her left. Mid-dinner, she leans over to Jamie apologizing to him that most of her time is being occupied by Mr. Lewis. She explains that he is new to Philadelphia and doesn't really know too many people, so she feels obligated to entertain him. 

Jamie nods and gives her a knowing smile. "Well, I'm glad you explained Ashley. I'm ashamed to say that I was thinking that you were purposefully ignoring me. I even thought that maybe you had set me up." He cocks his right eye brow up and gives her a questioning look. "But, then I thought, no, my Ashley wouldn't do something like that. She's too smart to do something like that to me." He winks at her and maintains his smile.

The way he is looking at her and the tone of his voice cause shivers to run down Ashley's spine. She recognizes this feeling. It usually happens when she is in trouble with Stephan. "Really Jamie, ignore you? Why would I ignore you or set you up? Luckily for you that Alex is your other dinner partner. At least you two seemed to be getting along well earlier." She gives her most innocent smile. "So you can continue your conversation. Alex is very intelligent and has a wide array of interests. She can hold her own on almost any topic. I'm sure you two will have a lot to discuss." She gives him a light kiss on the cheek. Before she turns back to Mr. Lewis, she notices her husband watching her interaction with Jamie. He too gives her "the look." Jezz, what is everyone so intense about, it was just a little seating adjustment.

Jamie's plan didn't include sitting anywhere remotely close to Alex at dinner. But so far, he is making the best of it. However, the conversation is light and the topics not as interesting as earlier. Let's see if Ms. Newman can hold her own on a topic of my choosing.  He decides to change it up a bit but realizes he will have to monitor the content and the volume since they are in such close confines. He doesn't necessarily want the other dinner guests to share in his conversation.

He turns to speak to Alex, thinking about how he will start a more "meaningful" conversation but, she speaks first taking him a little by surprise. 

"Jamie, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"No, ask away. As long as you agree that I get to ask one of you." He gives her that wicked devil may care smile.

She returns it with her best, "Hey little boy, so you want to play" smiles. "Oh, so it will be tit for tat, will it."

Nodding and returning her challenge he responds. "I guess it's something like that. You do believe in turn-about is fair play, don't you."

Laughing lightly, she answers, "More or less, I would say yes. But as we both know, in the real world, not all things involve "fair play"."

He realizes that she is trying to entangle him into some sort of probing mission of hers. He will have to turn the tables quickly and let her know that she has no chance in winning this game of words. "Ms. Newman, you are, as they say, preaching to the choir. Besides, fair play is over rated. I prefer to take the stance of "All is fair in love and war." It makes things so much easier. This way, there are no illusions. Besides, as long as all parties are consenting adults, are in agreement and things are kept as safe as possible, play of any kind should be allowed. Don't you agree?"

She knows his words are laced with double meaning, but she is not quite sure what it is. So, she decides to play it a little safe and doesn't commit to a particular stance on the subject. She doesn't want to have her words used against her later, she answers in an open for interpretation manner. "Well, I think that there will always be debate on both sides of that statement." She redirects, "But, I really wanted to ask you something on a slightly different topic. Do you mind?"

She is not only a beautiful and sexy woman, but she is an intelligent and witty woman. She actually answered me without saying a meaningful thing and she knows it.  "No, I don't mind. I not only believe in freedom of choice, but I also believe in freedom of speech. Ask away."

"Well earlier I was speaking to Ashley about 'our' conversation." 

He interrupts her, looking rather surprised, "You were?"

"Yes. Well not in detail of course, but in general terms. She happened to use the term "megalomaniac" and I was wondering if you thought you were a megalomaniac?"

Turning to look at her with what could only be describe as a sinister grin he says, "Well, that is a surprising question coming from you. Based on what I've heard about your killer reputation, I could ask the same of you. Couldn't I?"

Alex hesitates before answering. So, he has heard things about me. He knows something of my reputation. "Yes, I guess you could. But, according to the established rule, that would only occur after you answered my question." 

Jamie looks confused, so Alex continues, "If I remember correctly you informed me of the fact that leaving an asked question unanswered was rude. That was what you said, wasn't it?" 

She is proud of herself for not falling into his trap and trying to defend herself. She is also happy she is able to use his words against him to strengthen her stance. She knew from the beginning that he would be a worthy opponent in their verbal sparring and she now knows she is not wrong. He is more than worthy; he is challenging. 

As soon as she sees his facial expression, she knows she may have gone too far. He looks down at her but his eyes never leave hers. Without words he is commanding her to keep eye contact with him. His facial expression is despotic. He looks as though he is deciding just what to do with her. And he is. 

His eyes are piercing into hers. Somehow, they go from brown to black in a second. He looks menacing, but at the same time, he exudes pure male sex appeal. As his jaw relaxes a little, he moves his chair closer to hers. He leans into her and she isn't sure what he is going to do. Her body is still on the outside, but every nerve on the inside is firing at high speed. Her heart is beating so hard she believes her chest is visibly pulsating with each beat. She feels like she is cornered by a wild animal and is in "flight or fight" mode. The only problem is she can't decide fast enough which to choose.

Finally, he speaks to her. He is loquacious. His laconic tone is that of a principal speaking to a misbehaved student. He is direct and commanding in his tone, but not mean. "Ms. Newman, this is not the right time or place for this conversation. So here is what we are going to do. After dinner, we are going to say our good byes. I am going to offer to drive you home and you are going to accept. If you have any problem with this say so now and we will never speak of it again. However, if you choose to do as I say, than I will answer all of your questions truthfully and to the best of my ability. Of course, I will expect the same of you. Are we in agreement?"

Without thinking any further, Alex swallows the lump building in her throat and a simple "Yes" barely escapes pass her lips. 

"Fine then, we will return to light dinner conversation. We will let the more, shall we say "interesting and if all goes well, intimate" conversation for when we are alone and can speak more freely."

She nods her agreement and has to turn toward Stephan to break the tension. Her face feels hot and she knows her cheeks are flushed. Stephan is looking at her with an "I told you don't beard the lion in his den" look. Damn, on one side she has "Mister Sexy Scary" and on the other she has "Mister I Warned You". Alex is starting to regret not listening to Stephan's earlier warning.

When she spoke with Stephan about Jamie earlier, she got the distinct impression that he was trying to persuade her to steer clear of his friend. He didn't come right out and say "stay away from Jamie, Alex." But his non-verbal communication said a lot and he kept sweeping the room to see where Jamie was before he answered. He avoided any detailed information regarding Jamie's personal life. And when directly asked about Jamie's relationship history, all he said was "you'll have to ask him." 

Mostly, all Stephan gave her were facts that she could find simply by Googling his name. Ok, so he did his undergraduate studies at Princeton. He double majored in Business and Economics. He worked for a year or two in the Manhattan offices of some overseas building operations company. Then he did his graduate studies at Penn's Wharton School of Business. Ok, so two top ranked Ivy League schools, not too shabby. But other than some early high school history and multiple compliments about his intelligence, work ethic, and athletic ability, Stephan was no help. Her gut told her that he was purposefully avoiding any important information and that he was a little concerned regarding her curiosity. But her gut also told her that Stephan knew a lot more than he was sharing. She got the distinct feeling that there was something that he was hiding from her. That just made things more interesting in her mind.

Alex did have to admit that after the last few minutes, she was regretting not paying attention to Stephan's words. Maybe she should have just stayed away but, she knew she couldn't. She didn't even really believe that she wanted to. 

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Thank God, this dinner party is finally over. I didn't think it would ever end. Finally, it is time to say good night and get out of here and get some space away from him. The only problem is I'm not sure what I want more to be away from him or away from here and alone with him. Oh God, get it together Alex. Alex is so sexually charged she feels like her legs are going to collapse from under her. She holds steady and walks to the downstairs bathroom to relieve her bladder and freshen her make up. 

She plans on taking her sweet time, hoping that Jamie will forget or change his mind about their earlier agreement. Maybe she will get lucky and he will leave before she comes out. But was that what she really wants? Before she can close the door, Ashley slides in behind her. Alex squeals at the unexpected company joining her in the bathroom. 

"Quiet Alex, it's only me. I just wanted to check how things went. I couldn't hear much of the conversation, but every time I looked over, you two were either talking or leering at each other. What happened?"

Taking a deep breath, Alex said, "Ash, I think I may be in over my head. I asked him if he was a megalomaniac and he was not too happy with me. Then I asked a few teasing questions and made a few smart remarks and he was less pleased with me." 

"Finally I used something he said earlier against him and I pushed his last button. He lost it with me. For a control freak, the only thing he was controlling was the boiling point of his temper. He got very quiet and started telling me how things were going to go after dinner and what I was going to do. He really is a control freak. Then he simply said to me, "agree or we will never speak again." 

"Who the hell does he think he is? I mean really, who says shit like that? I didn't know what else to do. I know I want to continue to speak with him, to find out what he is really like under that smooth exterior. I know I want to see him and so I agreed. Oh God! Ash, I agreed and now he plans on driving me home and he said he will answer all of my questions truthfully. The only condition is that I do the same." Alex is at a loss and looks to her friend for some answers.

Ashley just stares at her. She's drawing a blank at what to say that may be reassuring to her friend. The words are forming in her head, but they don't make sense to her. It's like you can almost see the little wheels turning in her head as she thinks. The only thing she can think to say is, "Alex, I have one question. Did you tell him that I called him a megalomaniac?"

"Shit Ashley, I tell you all that, you can see I'm dying here and all you ask is whether or not I told him what you said. Really, Ash? Really?"

"Alex, I need to know, so I can be prepared." 

"Be prepared? Prepared for what?" Alex is confused by her friend, but she knows Ashley well enough to realize that Ashley can and will make any situation about her.




Learning the Rules Ch. 02



"Please, just tell me. Did you tell him that I called him a megalomaniac?"

"Ok, ok. Not exactly, I don't think. But I did tell him that we talked and I referenced megalomaniac in regard to our conversation." Alex hesitates, "Well, now that I think about it, I may have told him you said it."

"Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Fuck! Alex, why did you do that?"

"What's the big deal, he's not going to say anything to you about it. Even if he does, it's no big deal."

"No, he might not, but then again, he just might. Trust me it's a bigger deal than you think. I'm sure he knows that I set him up at dinner so that the two of you were forced to talk to each other. He basically told me that at dinner and now this. Worse than him confronting me is what he might say to Stephan about all of this. He could really get me in some trouble with my lovely husband."

"So what if he does say something to Stephan? It's not the end of the world."

"No, it's not the end of the world. It's just more support for Stephan's argument that I interfere in other people's business way too much. Stephan is always telling me to not get involved in these things. He tells me to mind my own business. But no, I just can't help myself and I jump in head first and check how deep the water is later. Oh well, it's too late now. I'll have to face the consequences later."

"What consequences? You make it sound like Stephan is going to punish you or something. Like you are some kind of poorly behaved child and you are in need of a timeout."

Ashley laughs, "Oh Honey, we are so beyond the timeout phase. Alex, I think I should tell you something, but you have to swear to me that you will not be mad at me, judge me, and most important, you will not share with anyone what I am about to tell you."

"Ash, you are scaring me a little. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Alex, Stephan and I have a secret. Well, not really a secret, but more like a private thing we share. Al, we are into BDSM."

Alex is amazed but what Ashley has just told her. She has known Ashley forever and never heard her say anything in reference to BDSM. She is sure Ashley is exaggerating. "You mean like a little spanking now and then; maybe the occasional blindfold or bonding."

"Honey, it's that and soooo much more. Honey, we are full blown kinks! And we love it! So as far as that spanking issue, if Jamie tells Stephan that I called him a megalomaniac, that is most likely a sure thing tonight. And considering the best friend thing, the dinner seating thing, and the "I told you to stay out of it" thing, I'm in for one wild ride tonight." 

"Ash, why are you standing there with that silly grin on your face? I never heard you say anything about this before. Now you're telling me you are into BDSM and you're standing there like a school girl on prom night. What's going on with you?"

"Hey, don't knock prom night. As I recall, we both had a really good night. Anyway, Alex pee or whatever you have to do. I have two more things to tell you and then we have to get back out there to say our good-byes. I don't want to give Jamie too much time alone with Stephan. The more time he has, the more trouble I will be in with my hubby."

Alex pees, shaking her head at her friend, "I can't believe you never told me about this before. How long have you been into it?" She washes her hands and starts to touch up her makeup.

Ashley stands next to Alex talking to her and giving her a short summary while looking at her mirrored reflection. Ashley has always looked younger to Alex, but standing here, with that excited and somewhat apprehensive look on her face, she really does look like a high school girl on prom night. 

"Alex, about those two things I wanted to tell you." Ashley hesitates. Her voice is a little shaky, like she doesn't know exactly how to put her words together.

Alex laughs sarcastically, "I can't think of anything else you could possibly tell me that could surprise me more than that you and Stephan are into BDSM."

Smiling with a contrite look on her face Ashley nervously laughs, "Don't count on it Honey. The first thing I want to tell you is that Stephan and I have always shared some level of a D/s relationship. Right from the beginning, I felt safe with him. Secure and well, basically cared for when I was with him. He knew he was a Dominate and had "played" in his previous relationships. I just always thought I was a woman who liked to be taken care of by a man. I thought of myself simply as more of a caregiver, I didn't need to be the leader. In fact, it was easier for me to let someone else lead. So I did."

"I never even knew what a submissive was, let alone realized I was a one. I didn't know how deep my submissive nature went until Stephan and I explored it together. The BDSM is part of who we are as individuals and as a couple. It's just more pronounced at some times than it is at others. But it is always a main part of our relationship. It was there right from the beginning and just became stronger as we grew together and realized how much each of us enjoy it and feel enriched from it. And since I'm most assuredly already in hot water with my hubby, it can't hurt too much more to tell you the last bit of info I have been holding back on tonight."

"Shit Ashley, just come out and tell me already. You are killing me with the suspense."

"Well, the second thing I think you should know is that Jamie is into BDSM too. Alex, Jamie is what would be known as "A Dom's Dom." So your conversation tonight should be mind blowing." Ashley looks at her friend's shocked face and starts to laugh. "Close your mouth Alex; it really is not a good look."

Alex's only response is "Oh Shit!" 

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Ashley takes Alex's hand in hers and leads her out of the bathroom. As they walk down the hall to the front of the house, Ashley notes that the few remaining guests that were there before she entered the bathroom have now departed. Standing in the foyer is Stephan and Jamie. Jamie has a gleam in his eye and a smug smile on his face. Stephan looks at his wife with raised eyebrows and reaches out his hand. No words are exchanged, but she knows Jamie has told Stephan about her comment and most likely a lot more. Ashley releases Alex and takes Stephan's hand. He pulls her into his body and drapes his arm around her shoulders. He leans down to kiss her temple, she looks up and says "Sorry." 

Shaking his head, he smiles at her. He slides his arm off her shoulder and down her backside. Without warning, he swats her behind. Hard enough that the "Whack!" is easily heard by all present. Ashley yelps and her pelvis moves forward instinctively to get away from the source of the swat. Biting her lower lip, she resumes her earlier position as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Alex is shocked. She looks from Ashley to Stephan and back again. Ashley shrugs her shoulders and gives her the "I told you so" look. As she looks at Stephan, his facial expression dares her to question him on the matter. Alex looks to see what Jamie's response to all of this is and all she sees is an expression of pure joy and laughter.

"I'm sure you are sorry love. Especially now that you've been caught in your mischief, yet once again! I'm sure you are very remorseful. Just as I'm sure you will be more so a little later. But don't worry; you will have time to repent right after we discuss this at length, once we are upstairs. That however, will have to wait until after our guests have gone." His tone is damning, but light with promises to come. His words are for Ashley's ear only. He smiles knowingly at her and she snuggles closer. Immediately, she feels warm at her core and moisture building up in her sex. God my man is sexy when he is chastising me. Well, to be truthful, my man is just plain sexy. Not to mention imaginative. Yeah for me! I think. I hope!

Jamie looks at Ashley and smirks. She actually wrinkles up her nose and sticks her tongue out at him. Stephan sees their interaction and "Whack!" Ashley takes a second spank to her behind. 

"Behave wife." It's two simple words, but they cause her heart to race and her lady parts to clench tight with anticipation.

"Yes Stephan." Quietly followed by, "But he really is insufferable." 

Stephan exhales exasperated and just shakes his head in Jamie's direction. "What is a man to do?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Jamie can't help himself, he answers his friend, "I suggest you beat her." 

Alex gasps, stepping further away from Jamie.

Jamie smiles at Alex's reaction and knowingly winks at his long-time friend. Giving Stephan a half shoulder hug, the kind that guys who have a close relationship give so that you know there is a bond, but it still looks manly. He leans down to Ashley and kisses her cheek before she has a chance to pull away. "Careful little one, I have told you before, you don't want to play with me. I will win, I always do and you know I don't play fair." He winks at her and watches as Ashley turns red. "One more thing, don't think I'm not aware of what you were up to tonight. You would be so annoyed if you only knew how much you actually helped me tonight. So, I will forgive you for the megalomaniac comment, even if it may be true." Then just to annoy her more, he pinches her nose before she crinkles it up at him again.

Still laughing, he extends his hand to Alex. "Ms. Newman, would you still like a ride home? Or since your little bathroom excursion with our Ashley have you changed your mind?" He is both mocking and challenging her.

Alex takes his hand, "No, I haven't changed my mind and would appreciate the ride home. Thank you." I really mean, I accept your challenge you arrogant man. I am not intimidated by you and I'm annoyed with how you try to intimidate my friend. Really, how bad can you be? I see where Ashley got the megalomaniac idea.

Jamie has to admit, he is impressed at how Alex just squared her shoulders, looked him right in the eye and didn't hesitate to take his hand. Ms. Alexandra Newman may be a smart and sexy woman. But this silly girl doesn't have a clue what she is getting herself into.

The foursome exchanges their good byes and Stephan gives Alex a kiss on the cheek whispering, "He's not as bad as he pretends to be Alex. Whatever you do, do not lie to him. Just be honest with him and everything will be fine. Remember the decision is yours to make and you can always say no." He kisses her temple as he releases her into Jamie's hands. 

Stephan looks at both of his friends both are like family to him. One he has known since childhood and loves like a brother; the other he has known for since he met Ashley and loves like a sister. He doesn't want to see either of them hurt. He also doesn't want this to affect his or Ashley's relationship with their friends. 

"I feel the need to send you both off with a word of caution." Stephan is looking directly at Jamie, but speaking as if to both of them he continues, "You are both adults. So I feel a little silly saying this, but it needs to be said. I have no idea what, if anything will come of the two of you. But I can see there is some type of connection, if not an attraction. So, I'm just going to tell you, I love you both. We love you both. So, if for no other reason than to protect Ashley and me from being hurt, be truthful with each other. Don't start off a potential friendship or for that matter a potential relationship with lies or secrets. Last but not least, if you don't plan on giving each other one hundred percent, than say good bye now and save us all a lot of trouble." 

Alex realizes that not once did Stephan look at her during his speech. I know he was saying that for both of us, but there was definitely an underlying meaning directed at Jamie. Something is going on here and I'm not in on it. Yet.

"Well, I can't speak for Ms. Newman, but I thank you for your warm words of support and encouragement. If that is how you meant them. I got a little confused between the "I love you both" part and the "say good bye now" part. But, I know you only want what's best for us. So thanks." Laughing, Jamie gives Stephan a slap on the arm.

Alex smiles back at Stephan and Ashley as she and Jamie leave the trinity. Before the front door closes, the last words heard are "Upstairs wife, now." Followed by Ashley's contrite, "Yes, Husband." Jamie burst out laughing before he is even off the stairs and on the sidewalk.

What Alex doesn't hear, as Ashley reaches the top of the stairs, is Stephan's commanding voice say, "No wife, not the bedroom, the third floor." 

"Yes Stephan." Her body tenses with anticipation. Ashley's excitement and trepidation can be heard in her voice and seen in the little shiver that runs through her entire body. It always amazes her, the effect Stephan's command voice has on her. Depending on the situation, it has can have a variety of effects on her. In this situation, it gives her a sense of excitement and trepidation all rolled into one. She remembers how at first, the fear part was a little overwhelming. Now, the combination of the unease she feels of the unknown and excitement of the yet to come are the biggest turn on for her. She wouldn't trade this feeling for anything. Well, almost anything.

"I will be up in a few minutes and I will expect you to be prepared for my arrival. You really outdid yourself tonight wife. The dinner party was very good, your behavior, not so much. You know you were a bad girl tonight Ashley, don't you?"

"Yes Stephan." She loves when he refers to her as a girl, bad or good.

"What happens to bad girls Ashley? What happens to bad girls that ignore their husband's wishes?" Stephan is calm and quiet. He is teasing with her but his words are full of promise.

"They get punished." Chills run up and down her spine as she answers him. Oh God, make it good. I can't wait. Please hurry Stephan. Please hurry.

"Yes they do. Now go prepare yourself."

Ashley goes to the back room on the third floor. It is their "play room." Upon entering, it's very dark in the room. She doesn't turn on any lights. Instead, she leaves the door open so she can see by the light from the hall entering the room. She takes off her heels and places them on the floor in front of a silver box. Then she removes her dress, stockings, panties and bra. She neatly folds them, placing them on top of her heels. She picks up the pile and places it in the metal box sitting in the corner of the room. The box reminds her of an old fashion milk delivery box. Only this box has a lock and key. She shuts the lid and locks the box. Then she places the key on the counter for Stephan. 

Ashley steps about four feet into the room and positions herself facing the door, her back to the room. She kneels, resting her buttocks on her lower legs. She reaches forward and closes the door in front of her. She allows her arms to hang flaccid at her sides but her head and neck remain straight. She casts her eyes downward and she awaits Stephan. She remains in this position, in the dark room, until Stephan arrives.

Almost thirty minutes later Stephan enters the room. He adjusts the dimmer lights so that there is just enough light to see everything but it remains at a low intimate lighting level. He finds Ashley in position awaiting him. She hasn't moved since she took her position. Stephan has changed from his suit and tie and is now wearing only a pair of jeans. He is tall and lean, standing just a few inches over six feet. He is athletic and has the lean muscular build of a man who bikes a hundred miles a week. His arms and chest muscles are strong, but his buttock and leg muscles are rock hard and sexy as hell. 

He looks at Ashley but nothing is said. He moves around her as if she is not present and then he walks over to the cabinet and takes the key. Without a word, he places it in his jean pocket. Then he moves over to the wood cabinet and starts to take items from a drawer in the large dark wood cabinet. Ashley listens intently, trying to decipher what items he chooses. She hears a little metal on metal and realizes it is most likely cuffs. She hears the side door open and knows he is choosing an instrument for spanking. The side door holds all the paddles, belts, crops, and a few floggers. Closing the door, Stephan moves to choose a few more items.

She can tell by the number of steps he takes to his right that he is at the cabinet of sliding drawers and display shelves. This is where all the "fun" and "not so fun" items are kept. From the top drawer to the bottom drawer, the "toys" are laid out according to anatomical use. The first drawer contains blindfolds, facemasks, earplugs and a variety of gags. The second drawer contains clothes pins, nipple clamps, pin rollers and a number of other items. The third drawer, her favorite, holds a variety of vibrators and dildo's. The next two drawers contain various toys of pain and pleasure that have an assortment of uses, especially if you have Stephan's imagination. And the last drawer contains the toys reserved for "butt use." She follows the sound of his footsteps as he walks to the back wall. This is where a variety of ropes is hung according to material and in order of length. Stephan is meticulous when it comes to this room and its contents. 

It's quiet now. He appears to have chosen the items he wants to use. She can hear him arranging things on the roller table top. She won't know what he has chosen until he wants her to. Stephan always covers the table with a heavy black cloth and conceals the items until he is ready to use them.

"Come to me." He commands.

Ashley rotates to face Stephan, without rising, she crawls to him on her knees. Maintaining her basic kneeling position and keeping her eyes lowered.

"Stand and present." He never raises his voice; he doesn't need to. He is actually speaking rather quietly, but there is no doubt of the command in his voice. His words, his voice, and his presence fill the room; fill her head and her heart. Ashley obeys him immediately. Without hesitation, she stands about a foot in front of Stephan. Her arms are bent at the elbow and she places her hands clasped behind her head. She spreads her legs shoulders width apart and holds that pose. Her head held high, her back straight and a look of love and respect on her face. She presents herself to her man, her One. Her breasts, her sex and buttocks are presented for his review, his pleasure. She presents herself for Stephan to do with as he pleases. For Ashley, making her man happy makes her happy.

Stephan circles her. Slowly he touches her cheek, sliding his fingers down, he strokes across her lips. They are soft and full. He can feel them quiver slightly as his finger gently strokes over them. He slowly pushes his thumb between her lips until it enters her mouth. She doesn't resist him in any way. "Suck" is all he says and she obeys. "Harder." She obeys. "Faster." She obeys. "Suck my thumb like you would suck my cock." She starts to bob her head up and down to take the length of his thumb into her mouth and then partially release it. Now, she is standing in front of him naked, her arms up and placed behind her head and she is sucking his thumb as if she were performing oral sex on him. The side wall she is facing is partially covered in a floor to ceiling mirror. She can see herself there, naked, sucking his thumb. Her head is bobbing up and down and her hair is falling back and forth over her face.

She doesn't know how long she has been doing this, but her neck is getting tired and her jaw is cramping. The humiliation she feels is an added turn on for her. Ashley can feel the wetness increase between her legs. Three simple words and she is ready to scream with anticipation of what is to come. Her sex is throbbing so bad that she is tempted to place her thighs together for some relief, but this is not an option. She can feel her juices fill her folds and start to moisten the sides of her thighs. She can't control it and she has no option other than to stand there and bare it.




Learning the Rules Ch. 02



Stephan keeps her sucking on his thumb for more than fifteen minutes before he removes it from her mouth. She's not prepared for him to pull it out, so when he does, a pop of suction is heard in the quiet room. He moves his hand down along her neck and lowers it to caress her breasts. He encircles her areola with his wet thumb and her nipple puckers at his touch. He reaches up with his other hand and he grasps nipples, pinching them firmly and holding them. Ashley winces and gives off a little squeak. 

He locks eyes with Ashley. "List your wrong doings."

Ashley wincing from the heat and pain in her nipples takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. She tries to control or at least manage the sharp pain in her nipples through breathing techniques. She takes a deep breath and finds her center. "I failed to abide your request not to get involved in Jamie's business." He pinches her nipples a little tighter. 

Ashley's voice gets a little louder and rougher as the pain enters her voice. "I manipulated you into helping me position Jamie between Alex and me at dinner, forcing him into conversation with her." He twists her right nipple. 

She gasps, talking a little faster now. "I embarrassed you, your friend, and myself by being rude and calling him a megalomaniac." He twists her left nipple. She sucks in a deep breath. It's painful, but she has experienced worse. She hesitates and drops her head; her voice is shaky and becomes more like a whisper. She saved the big one for last. "I shared information with Alex that I probably should not have shared. I also.." Before she has a chance to continue Stephan interrupts her flow.

He lets go of her nipples and she gasps, "Oh fuck!"

Cupping his hand under her chin he lifts her face forcing her to look at him. Locking his eyes with hers he says one word. "EXPLAIN."

Ashley visibly shivers. She recognizes that voice. Damn it! That is more than his command voice. That is his I am not going to like this voice and therefore, neither will you. Nervously she swallows and takes a deep breath. "I ... I ...told Alex about our relationship; our being into BDSM." She keeps her head lowered not wanting to see the disappointment and possibly anger in Stephan's expression.

He is not going to allow her to take the easy way out. He lifts her chin and forces her to look at him. "Eyes locked here." He says pointing to his eyes. Stephan's back stiffens. His muscles flex throughout his entire body. He lets go of her chin but never releases her from their eye contact. He runs both hands through his thick dark hair and clasps them behind his head, mirroring Ashley's stance. He takes a slow deep breath in and then, in the complete silence of the room, all that is heard is his long exhalation. "Her response?"

Ashley is relieved that he appears to be taking her news much better than she anticipated and her voice sounds a little too cheerful when she responds. "She was a little surprised, ok more like shocked. But all in all she took it well. I truly believe she was more surprised that I hadn't told her anything about it before this, more than she was that it is a part of our life. Really Stephan, I think she took things rather well."

"Ashley, you could at least not sound so happy about it. It would help me to believe that you were at least a little contrite in your confession of wrong doings if you at least sounded humble or sorrowful about them. I am REALLY not happy with you right now." He is more frustrated and annoyed by Ashley's behavior than he is angry, but he can't let her know that.

"I know Stephan. I truly am sorry. I know I shouldn't have said anything without talking to you first. We were in the bathroom talking about Jamie and it just sort of came up in conversation. And, well she is my best friend and I trust her with my life. I know she will be fine with it. Alex would never do or say anything to hurt us. She loves us. We are part of her family. I think on some level you know that."

"I do. And I trust Alex, she is family. I love her too, but that doesn't make your actions right."

"I know and Stephan I need to tell you one more thing. Then you will have to decide just how angry you are at me and judge just what kind of and how much of a punishment I really deserve."

He takes a deep breath and sighs. Running his hands back through his hair and over his face he says, "Yes. What else do you need to confess? I prefer you tell me everything at once. This way I just may get a wink of sleep tonight, but somehow I doubt it."

"Well, during that same conversation, I also told her about Jamie's proclivities to BDSM. I referred to him as a "Dom's Dom" and told her she should be careful before making any decisions."

Stephan can't believe what he is hearing; he is now shaking his head in disbelief. "I've heard enough. Ashley, you really crossed the line here. That was NOT your information to share. You know how private Jamie is about everything. I don't even know what to say to you. You know you crossed the line with that one and I'm really disappointed in your behavior and judgment."

"I know Stephan. I'm sorry. I just thought she should know and well she is.."

"Quiet. I don't want to hear another word from you right now. Is that understood?"

"Yes Stephan. Yes Sir."

"Don't try to pull that submissive- manipulation with me Ashley. Your little "Yes Sir" isn't going to change a thing. Of course you could keep trying to manipulate me from the bottom. Then things will change real fast. Understand?"

"Yes Si..Stephan."

"Hands front." Stephan applies the hand cuffs he placed in his back pocket. Holding her by the cuffs he leads her to what looks like a gym horse. "Over." 

Ashley leans her abdomen against the padded body of the horse and leans over it. Her hands dangle to one side while she stands on tippy toes on the other side. Stephan takes the cuffs and locks them to a U bolt on the base of the horse. He then goes to the other side and taking each leg, ties them to the rings on the side of each post of the horse. This position leaves Ashley's hands and legs completely extended and immobile. Her breast dangle almost to her chin, her sex lips are pulled open and her vaginal entrance is visible. You can see how wet she is and the excess juices start to form droplets on her labia. Her ass is prominently displayed and practically crying out to be spanked.

Even upside down, she is trying to see what Stephan is getting. What he will do next. She is waiting to be spanked but, Stephan is beyond spanking her at the moment. He is too mad at her right now to spank her. He never uses spanking as punishment or as foreplay in a play session if he is angry or mad. He would never take the chance that Ashley could get hurt. He would question himself even though he knows he would never hurt her on purpose. It's a chance he is not willing to take. Ever. As he preps his items, he turns hiding them behind his back so that Ashley can't see them. He wants to surprise her as much as she has just surprised him. "Keep your eyes closed. If you disobey me and peek, I promise you, I will go hard on you Ashley. Very hard on you." There is no anger; he just says it as a matter of fact.

He stands right behind her, "You were a very, very bad girl tonight Ashley; even more so than I imagined. So, it's only fitting that your punishment will be even more than you imagined." He takes his hand from behind his back and applies jell to her anal opening. She gasps, but does not move. The cold jell makes her shiver more. But the feeling of Stephan's hand and fingers in one of her most intimate areas out ways the cold feeling. She is so sexually excited that she can feel the wetness from her sex dripping down the sides of her legs. The throbbing sensation centered in her sex is now at a pounding force. If she didn't know better, she would think her heart had fallen and her life force now came from her vagina. She aches for his touch and her body quivers again.

Stephan doesn't hesitate he spanks her ass cheek once. "Stay still." Then he continues. He inserts his forefinger and starts to coat the inside of her anus with jell. He rubs his finger around the inside of her rectum while he is rimming her anal sphincter with the knuckle of his middle finger. Ashley has always been ultra-sensitive in her anal area and even the lightest touch sets her off. Now, Stephan is working her hard. His fingers are not gentle as the jell is applied inside her anus and around her sphincter. Every nerve ending she has in that area is on high alert or firing electrical pulses to her core. Between the throbbing of her sex and the triggering electrical pulses coming from her anus, Ashley can't control herself. She starts to moan and she bites her inner cheek in order to remain silent. She fails.

Stephan watches as Ashley's ass cheeks quiver and she begins to moan out loud. "Stephan please, please Stephan." 

He ignores her pleas and slides his middle finger in to join the other. He curves his two fingers together and bends them into a "come here" position. He slowly circles them around the inside of her anus while simultaneously pulling outward. He continues to manipulate her anus and tries to dilate her anal sphincter as she starts to squirm harder. Reflexively, she tightens her anal sphincter muscle. Whack! Stephan's hand comes down on her ass cheek hard. This time, he leaves a pink hand print.

Whack! A second spank hits her in the same spot. He slaps her ass with his bare hand and it leaves two bright pink hand prints just overlapping each other. "Hold still." He continues to lube her ass hole as he slides his left hand between her legs. She is wet, but he plans on making her drip. He slides three fingers between her open lips and glides them between each crease and fold of her sex. She is so wet her lips fell like they are covered in silk. He starts off slowly and picks up speed to match the movement of the fingers manipulating her ass hole. Her sex lips are engorged and very sensitive. In her heightened condition Ashley pushes her bottom back toward his hands to get more pressure and hopes for some relief. He pulls his fingers from her sex and she moans.

She can't take much more stimulation. She cries out, "Please Stephan. Please... make me... orgasm. I need to... to cum." Her voice is stressed and she is panting between words. She isn't able to control her muscle movements any longer and her legs begin to tremble. Her stomach muscles are in a state of spasm from trying to hold back her orgasm. "Please Stephan. Oh Goooddd, please! Just let me cum."

"Hold still. I don't want to have to tell you again. And Ashley, you better not cum. Understood?"

She whimpers, "Yes Stephan, Yes Sir." Her voice shutters when she speaks. Her breath comes out in pants. Her eyes are clenched closed trying not to peek. This time when she uses the term "Sir" he knows she means it. She is at the precipice and ready to fall. She will beg him now and use the term of respect and endearment. She is beyond trying to play any mind games with him now.

Stephan takes the fingers in her anus and makes a peace sign with them, spreading her as he rotates and pulls them out slightly and continues the motion over and over rotating his fingers as he thrusts in and out. With his other hand, he reaches the tray that he prepped earlier. On it he has prepared an anal plug. He takes the lubricated plug and inserts it in Ashley as he removes his fingers. Reflexively, Ashley tightens her anus around the pressure from such a quick and unexpected insertion. The plug is cold, hard and wide at the base. Ashley can feel the pressure and tries to accommodate it. The width of the base holds her open and the additional pressure in her anus just increases the intensity of her spasms. She can't help herself. Her anal muscles are shuttering, her vaginal wall is in spasm, her clit is throbbing and she is begging for permission to release her need.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Her breathing consists of rapid panting and she can hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her sex juices are pulling between her lips and the excess is dripping down her legs and some falls to the floor. She tries to pull her knees together for some release of the throbbing but the ropes at her ankles won't allow her. There is nothing she can do but suffer the physical stresses of not being allowed to release her orgasm.

Stephan twists the anal plug and thrusts it in and out several times. "Don't you dare try to hide yourself. Don't you dare try to prevent my access to what is mine." Stephan reaches back to the tray and gets a large pink vibrator. It has a bulbous head, a knobby base and a protruding clit stimulator attached to it. He turns it on low and starts to glide it over her labia. Back and forth she feels the vibration through to her ass as the anal plug carries the vibration. 

"Stephan, please." She cries out.

"Please what Ashley? What is it you want?"

"Fuck me!" She yells in her frustration. "Let me cum."

"Ashley, is that how you ask me for something? You know I don't like it when you use profanity. I think you should try again. This time a little nicer." He laughs.

"Please Stephan; I want you to fuck me. Please. I can't take it much longer."

"Well Ashley, I wanted you to be a good girl tonight. But you proved that we can't always get what we want." He continues to tease her with the vibrator and turns it up to medium speed. Only now he alternates the head between her vaginal opening and the tip of her clitoris. Back and forth. Five seconds on the clit, five seconds on the vaginal opening. He continues this for several minutes as Ashley continuously begs him for release. 

Showing no mercy, he flicks an on/off switch at the base of the anal plug and it begins to vibrate. He can hear a quiet hum sound; he knows it is now vibrating in Ashley's anus. She screams, "Oh God, no Stephan!"

Ashley is beyond control. She is begging over and over. "Please Stephan, Please." She is wiggling her bottom back and forth, causing more pressure from the vibrating anal plug. Her movement causes the vibrator head to just enter her vaginal opening and her juices drip out like a leaking facet. "Please Stephan, Please. I have to orgasm. Please make me cum. Please, Stephan, let me cum." She is gasping and begging him. Her hips are gyrating and she is trying to force the vibrator into her vaginal opening. She can no longer form words, so she simply whimpers in sexual distress.

"Not yet. Do not cum." He inserts the vibrator fully into her vaginal opening. The clitoral stimulator hits her erect clit so hard she screams. "Fuck!" Her ass is quivering, her legs are shaking, and her breathing is coming in sobs. He sex juices are leaking down to Stephan's hand. A guttural sound ripples from somewhere deep in her throat and comes out as an unrecognizable "Gggrrrhhh!" sound. 

"Do NOT cum." Stephan commands.

The only sounds in the room are Ashley's cries, the quiet hum of the anal plug, and the louder buzz of the vibrator Stephan is now thrusting into her at a rapid pace. In and out, in and out, he thrusts the vibe into her until the knobby hilt at the base rests against her labia. The clit stimulator is torturous. Her clit is so over-sensitized by the prolonged stimulation and teasing that she feels as if it is on fire. She is writhing in sexual excitement and crying for release. Every muscle in her body is contracted. She is holding her pelvic and vaginal muscles so tight, so she holds back her orgasm she fears rupturing something. Ashley actually feels cramping in her vagina and pelvis. She knows she can't hold back any longer and so does Stephan.

He grasps the finger ring on the end of the anal plug and pulls it out at the same time he removes the vibrator from Ashley's clit and vagina. Ashley cries out. "Noooo, Stephan pleeeease!" Her entire body is trembling; her skin shines from the coating of sweat covering every inch of her. Her heart is racing. She is so close to orgasm, she could scream. She was only holding off until Stephan gave her permission. Her head is in a fog and she can't think or speak clearly. She simply stares in disbelief of what she has just experienced. But she remains so over-sensitized that even the slightest movement causes pain or muscle spasm.

Stephan is standing over her restrained body. He is tempted to touch her but realizes that that would be too much for her to handle. Giving her body time to adjust he explains, "Ashley, your punishment is no orgasm. I will not reward your bad behavior. I have told you a number of times about controlling your mouth and your behavior. Yet you continue to defy my wishes in this matter. Since you were not able to control your behavior earlier, I think you need some behavior modification. I have decided to start by denying you an orgasm tonight." 

Her body goes limp as she hangs draped over the horse. She is crying uncontrollably. "Stephan, please. Why Stephan? Please." Tears are streaming out of her eyes so fast that little puddles are forming on the floor under her head. She keeps crying, "Please Stephan, please let me."

He leans over and unties her legs and uncuffs her hands. Lifting her off the horse, he carries her to the couch that is against the opposite wall. He holds her as she pulls her legs up into a fetal position. The pressure to her vaginal and anal area simply from moving into fetal position causes her to cry out. Holding her trembling body, Stephan gently rubs her wrists, then her ankles then he gently strokes her back as she quietly sobs into his chest. He pulls the throw from the back of the couch and covers her. He holds her like this for the next half hour. He repeatedly whispers, "It's ok Ashley, you're ok. I've got you." Her crying slows and her breathing almost returns to normal.

Stephan kisses her forehead and continues to gently stroke her back. Softly he asks, "Ashley, do you understand why I denied you orgasm tonight?"

She nods, still sniffling, "Yes Stephan."

"Can you tell me why?" He continues to hold her tight against his chest and strokes the length of her back.

"Yes Sir. To teach me to control my behavior. To help me learn from my mistakes. To improve myself."

"Good girl." He kisses her head and then wipes the tears from her face. Her sobbing has changed to short panting breaths. Stephan lightly kisses her temple and speaks to her in a gentle but firm tone. "Ashley, just so you know, you didn't manipulate me tonight. I knew what you were up to all the while. But, the fact that you thought you were purposefully manipulating me should give you something to think about tonight. I won't have that Ashley, you know that. I won't tolerate it and you will be punished every time I think it is occurring."

Ashley starts to cry again. "I know Stephan. I won't do it again." Curling her body into his chest, Stephan tightens his embrace. They both know that even though she means it now, she will try it again and she will be punished again. There are some things Ashley just can't control and that is one of them.

He leans in and kisses her again. Her mouth opens and she kisses him back. His tongue explores her warm wet mouth and he enjoys her response to his kiss. She is not angry and neither is he. Ashley understands his reasons for punishing her, for pushing her limits, for denying her orgasm. Her understanding doesn't help the aching need she has pulsating in her sex but she does understand it. 

She disobeyed him and disappointed him. That is why she is crying. She will work harder to improve and to please him tomorrow. She starts to drift off to sleep when Stephan's voice interrupts her solitude.

"Ashley, you have one more punishment to deal with before you sleep. I want you to call Jamie and tell him what you did. What you said to Alex."




Learning the Rules Ch. 02



"Stephan, please don't make me do that." She sounds so close to tears again, he almost gives in to her. But he knows better and so does she.

"Now Ashley, call him now before it gets too late."

To be continued....



Learning the Rules Ch. 03



Sorry for the slight delay in posting chapter 3. One slip of a few fingers on the wrong keys and all was lost. I'm sure you all know what that is like. Luckily, I was simultaneously working on chapter 4 and things were relatively fresh in my head (and in my notes!). So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy chapters 3 and 4. Thank you for following Alex and Jamison's story. Please continue to comment. I appreciate your feedback. I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks again, "Apple" 

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The Novice Ignores All of the Warnings 

Jamie walks Alex out of the trinity and around the corner to his car. He was lucky to find a parking place in this part of the city, but they have to walk about a block to get to his car. 

Jamie walks next to Alex and takes her arm. As he places her arm in the nook of his, he feels her tremble slightly. "Are you cold?" he asks. 

"No. I'm fine." 

Turning toward her, he asks, "If you are "fine," then why did I just feel you tremble against my arm? Do you need my jacket?" He doesn't know why he sounds so annoyed, so irritated. Yes he does, he is doing it again; trying to frighten her off before he makes any kind of investment in her. He does this every time he meets a woman. Well, at least for the last year or so he does this. 

Jamie calms himself and gets control of his thoughts. Stop it. It's been over eighteen months, let it go or you're never going to get a new start. Not every woman will lie. Not every woman will cheat. Not every woman will be like Jenn was. You don't have to push Alex away. It was your idea to meet her. Now follow through. 

"No thank you, I'm FINE." Alex makes sure she emphasizes "FINE" since he is so adamant about pointing it out to her in his earlier response. She knows it is a childish thing to do, but she does it anyway. 

Now, he is more than a little annoyed by her behavior and her response. Jamie abruptly stops walking. Not being prepared for the immediate stop, Alex is still holding onto his arm and stumbles forward, off balance. Jamie's quick response saves her from falling face forward to the sidewalk. Luckily, Jamie's able to wrap his arm around the front of her waist as she is propelled forward and takes her weight before she hits the ground. 

His abrupt stop and her near fall because of it really pisses Alex off. Before she even thinks about what she is saying, she yells at him. "What the fuck? You almost made me fall. What the hell is wrong with you?" 

Now Jamie is really annoyed with her. He does his best to rein in his anger, he controls his voice, but she has pushed his buttons once too often tonight. "Ms. Newman, before we take one step further, let's get a few things straight. First, if you are cold, tell me and I will give you my jacket. Second, "FINE" is not an acceptable answer to any question I present. I prefer to have my direct questions answered specifically, not in generic quips or single words. Third, I DO NOT appreciate your attitude or your childish behavior. And fourth, I DO NOT like, nor do I ACCEPT any response to me to be yelled or to include foul language. It is most unbecoming in a woman and less so in a lady. Do we have an understanding on these conditions? Because I was not lying earlier when I said I do not repeat myself." His look is a little menacing and his dark brown eyes appear almost black. 

He simply stands there staring at her like a parent out stares a petulant child. "In case you are not aware, that was a direct question and I am awaiting your appropriately worded response." 

Alex hesitates a moment longer. She can feel her jaw muscles tighten and her lips pursing shut. She is trying to come to grips with her anger and frustration with this man. God, he is so arrogant. He really thinks that he can get away with this shit. Who does he think he's talking to? But she knows, at least on some level, that he is right. She is acting out. She just doesn't know why exactly. She also knows she doesn't want "this," whatever "this" is to end here. There is too much of a spark, an attraction to just let it go nowhere so fast. How to answer him without being sarcastic or pissed...Go to your Grey Zone...That's it, go to your Grey Zone. So, she takes a deep cleansing breath and slowly lets it out. Then she mentally forms her answer before responding to him. 

Jamie is just standing there; his arms still around her waist, holding her. He knows she is thinking about what to say, forming her answer. He just hopes it is the answer he wants to hear. 

Alex feels like they are standing there staring at each other forever. In reality, it is less than a minute. She inhales deeply again and finally responds. She tries very hard to control her voice as she answers. "No, Jamie, I am not cold. Thank you for the offer of your jacket, but I do not need it. There are many reasons a person may tremble, only one of which is being cold. And, yes, I do understand your requests as you have stated and labeled one through four. I will do my best to try to remember and follow them as best I can. Is that an "acceptable" answer for you?" 

As soon as the last words exit her mouth, she regrets them. Damn it! I was doing so well up until that last sentence. I just can't resist, I just have to push him even knowing it will anger him. Why do I feel the need to keep pushing this man? I don't understand it. Is it because he challenges me? Worse, is it because I'm attracted to him? 

She can see his facial expression change right in front of her. His stare becomes more intense, if that is even possible. His jaw becomes ridged and thrust forward. His entire body tenses and he seems to loom over her. And then, he responds with as cold and commanding a voice as she has ever experienced. He's not loud or angry sounding, just matter of fact as if his words should end with "my will be done." He is so arrogant it wouldn't surprise her if he did end his rant that way. 

"No. That is not an acceptable answer for me. These are not suggestions that you do your best to remember or to follow. These are things that you simply must remember and follow. They are not suggestions or things to be negotiated, they are mandates. Do you understand that? If you can't understand some basic facts, there is no sense in taking this any further." 

Alex could almost hear his warning to her. His words say one thing but his meaning says "Get out now. Run while you still have the chance." It's not the first time tonight she has had this type of warning. Maybe now is the time to take it. 

Before he gives her time to answer, he continues to lecture her. "Ms. Newman, you may take this "fledgling relationship," for lack of a better term right now, as a game or possibly even a joke. I assure you that I do not. I am being nothing if not absolutely honest and straight forward with you when I tell you this. I haven't been attracted, mentally, physically, or sexually to a woman the way I am to you, in a very long time. But, no matter how strongly I feel those attractions, they will not out way my basic rules of what I will and will not accept from someone I am with in any arrangement, business or personal. On this we must be clear." 

He stops and looks carefully at her, studying her eyes, her facial and bodily response. He is satisfied that her full attention is on him and that she is processing what he is saying to her. He wants no doubts in her mind when she makes a decision. He knows that she and Ashley had conversations about him, but he remains unaware of the content. Alex is an intelligent woman; she has to be somewhat aware of his differences. He has been laying groundwork for her all night. 

Alex appears a little shocked, but she is following along. She is simply transfixed on his face and his words. Does everything this man does or says have two meanings? Lord he is a frustrating man and a challenging one! Why is every warning bell in my body saying turn around and walk away? 

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Alex has a few minutes reprieve as she is literally saved by the bell. As a chime sounds comes from Jamie's jacket pocket. It's his cell phone. He looks at the I.D... "Stephan" shows up in bright letters. He answers it and without a seconds delay he quickly says, "NOT a good time. I'll call you back later." 

Before he disconnects, he hears Ashley's voice, "Jamie, Jamie!" 

"Ashley, what's wrong? Why are you calling me on Stephan's phone? Is everything ok, is Stephan alright?" Alex can tell by the worry in his voice that he truly cares for Stephan, more like brothers than friends. She thinks that at least that is a point in his favor. 

"Jamie, everything is fine here. Stephan and I are both fine." 

"Then why the midnight phone call? More specifically, why are YOU calling me at midnight? Do you miss me already little one?" Alex notices how quickly he went from annoyed, to worried, and then to playful in seconds. 

"Jamie, I'm calling because, well mostly because Stephan is making me but, I also have to tell you something. More like "confess" something to you." She hesitates and takes a breath so deep Jamie can hear her inhale and exhale on his end of the phone. 

"Ok. Since Stephan is making you call and you're using the word "confess," I'm guessing this can't be good." He looks directly into Alex's eyes as talks to Ashley. "I'm also going to make a stretch and guess that I am most likely not going to like what I'm about to hear. Is that the case Ashley?" 

Wow, Alex is impressed. He has gone from annoyed, to worried, to playful, and back to annoyed in less than a minute. This man is a chameleon of emotion. 

"Yes, Jamie. You are not going to like what you hear. But if it's not a good time, I can call you tomorrow." She says hopefully but takes one look at Stephan and he is shaking his head no. Ashley looks at her husband and shrugs her shoulders as if to say "I had to give it a try." 

"Stop stalling. If Stephan made you call me now, it must be important." Jamie is not happy and he is not going to beat around the bush. That's not his style. Direct is his style. 

"Well, I guess I should just say it. No point in sugar coating anything." Her voice is shaky and you can tell she is crying between words. "Jamie, I hope you don't get too mad at me but, when Alex and I were talking...I mentioned that you...well, that you were into BDSM. I told her that you were...not simply a control freak. I told her you were...a Dom. Actually, more accurately, I told her you were a Dom's Dom kind of guy." 

Alex is watching Jamie's face as his eyes blacken again and his jaw is set into that rigid jutted position. He looks like someone just punched him in the gut and he can't breathe. In fact, she realizes he is not breathing right now. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and she can see the veins in his neck start to bulge. She watches him and there is dead silence for a few moments. She can't hear Ashley's voice on the other end, so she knows he is just not responding to whatever Ash has just said to him. She can see him taking in the information and slowly dissecting it. Deciding where to store it and how to respond to it. 

She reaches out and touches his arm. "Jamie are you ok?" 

Before she can say or do anything else, Jamie looks at her and puts his hand up in the "stop" position. She instinctively knows to take a step back. It's a protective mechanism that years of evolution have ingrained as part of our survival instinct. She can't read his facial expression. He is kind of flat, blank looking. There is no readable emotion. Now she is really worried. She starts to hear sound on the other end of the call. 

"Jamie? Jamie are you still there?" Ashley asks through her crying. 

Jamie blinks a few times, takes a breath and wipes a hand through his hair. His facial expression remains blank. 

In a very stern and no nonsense tone he answers back. "This is NOT ACCEPTABLE Ashley. I thought BETTER of you. I TRUSTED you. I am VERY UNHAPPY with you right now. So, do us all a favor and DO NOT say another word. Put Stephan on the phone. NOW."  

Ashley starts crying again and hands the phone to Stephan. "Jamie. Sorry man." 

"Stephan this is way over the line, way over the line." Jamie's voice is full of anger and frustration. 

"I know. I'm sorry. So is Ash. I don't know what else to say to you brother. It's done. I just thought you should be aware. I wanted you to know as soon as possible. Does this change any plans?" 

"No not really. Maybe it makes things easier. Maybe I won't need any prelude, but that is between you and me. The little one needs to dwell in her misery. I'm really not happy with her Stephan. She broke a big rule here. Anyone else would be out of my life for this." 

"I know. I pushed that point home with her earlier. I know it doesn't change what she did, but she is sorry. She's been crying for over an hour now. She hates that she hurt you; that she could have really caused some problems for you." 

"Good. Let her cry. Let her think about how bad this could have turned out. Shit, how bad this can still turn out. She's lucky I'm not still there. Tell her that. Tell her she should be very glad that I'm not still there." His words are angry but his emotion isn't as strong as earlier. 

"You don't mean that. Once you calm down you will forgive her and the two of you will be back to normal. You will be back to your verbal sparring and your love/hate relationship." Stephan says hopefully, but he knows Jamie can really push this if he wants to. Ashley broke a big rule by "outing" him. The only save she has is how well Alex deals with things. 

"Is she still crying?" He asks, still annoyed with Ashley, but at the same time, a little concerned. 

"Sobbing in my arms, she has been for the past hour." 

Jamie sounds exasperated. "Put her back on the phone. I want to talk to her." 

Stephan goes to hand Ashley the phone but she is sobbing so hard she is shaking. Unable to hold the phone herself, Stephan puts it on speaker phone and holds it between them. "She can't hold the phone Jamie. You're on speaker." 

"Ashley, I'm not going to lie to you to make you feel better. I'm angry with you. You really screwed up here little one. If it were anyone else, I'd make them pay big time for something like this and I think you know that about me. I can't say everything I want to right now or over the phone, but I will discuss this with you soon. I want you to think about what this could have done to me, to my public reputation, to my business. The only thing that saves you and me from a major disaster is the fact that Alex is your best friend." 

He looks at Alex. Alex is confused about what is going on, she can only hear Jamie's side of the conversation. Jamie gives her a hopeful look. "I'm counting on that. I'm counting on your friendship. I'm counting on Alex valuing that friendship enough to keep this information to herself. And, I'm counting on you never to pull another stunt like this again; because if you do Ashley, that will end our friendship. Forever. Understand? Forever and I mean it. I won't forgive this kind of behavior again." 

Ashley takes the phone from Stephan and in a combination of a whisper and a whimper she talks to Jamie. "I understand Jamie. I am so sorry. I can't tell you how sorry I am." 

"Good. We'll talk about this soon, just the two of us. Alone." He emphases Alone. 

"Ok Jamie. I understand. We'll talk alone. And Jamie..." Ashley hesitates, not knowing if she should say what she was going to say. 

"Yes?" He's waiting for her to give him some kind of smart remark or excuse for what she did, for what she said. 

"I'm truly sorry. Jamie, I love you." And then all he hears is her crying sobs. He is shocked. That wasn't at all what he was expecting her to say. 

Stephan takes the phone from her hand. "I'll talk to you tomorrow. Ok?" 

"Yeah. I'll call you and let you know how it goes on my end. Stephan, don't comfort her too much." 

"Yeah right! I'll take care of my end of things, you take care of yours." 

"If your end of things didn't fuck up my end of things, I won't have any additional things to take care of. Would I?" 

"Fuck you." Stephan says in a friendly loving way, if "Fuck you," can be said in a friendly loving way. 

"Yeah, I love you too brother. And tell the little one I still love her. Just wait an hour or two before you tell her. I don't want to let her off the hook too soon. It's good for her to suffer a little. You're too soft on her. You need to go back and read some of the instructional books I gave you. Specifically the ones on how to be a good and consistent Dom when it comes to punishment and reward. Because you seem to reward her and she seems to punish me. Something is not right with this picture. You might want to review the ones on what a good sub needs to keep her Dom happy while you're at it. I told you if you didn't keep her on the straight and narrow it would come back to bite your ass." 

Stephan laughs. "Yet but you're missing a few things my friend. You're missing a few very important, very salient things in your little theory." 

"What's that?" 

"Well, for one thing I'm happy. I'm very happy. And for another, it didn't come back to bite me in the ass. It bit you in the ass. Any time Ashley has bitten my ass, I've enjoyed it." He laughs, knowing the look that Jamie most likely has on his face. 

"You have me there my friend. Point made. I'll talk to you tomorrow." 

"Thanks Jamie. Good luck and good night." Stephan shuts down the call, picks Ashley up off his lap and carries her downstairs to their bedroom. 

Ashley is still crying, but it is much less now. Her face still tucked up against Stephan's chest, she whisper to him. "I'm sorry Stephan. I really am sorry." 

"I know you are Ash. It just doesn't help much. It doesn't change the way things are right now. It doesn't help Jamie." 

"I know. I'm sorry there isn't anything else I can say or do." 

"You can promise to not do this again. You can give me your word that this type of thing won't happen again. I could have lost a friend that I've known for over twenty years; a man who is more my brother than my friend. You could have cost Jamie a lot too. His reputation, his contacts, his business, they could all be affected by your little slip. Did that even cross your mind when you were talking to Alex?" 

"No." She starts to cry again. 

"Well think about all of that Ashley. Think really hard about it. And pray none of it happens." He leans down and kisses her lips and wipes the tears from her cheeks. "Now stop the crying." Stephan unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Pushing them off, he lets them drop to the floor. Naked, he climbs into bed with Ashley. He pulls her close and she tucks into his side. He drapes his arm around her. "Sleep now. We'll talk more about this tomorrow." 

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Jamie looks at Alex with a million questions running through his mind. The most crucial one is how to start this conversation. 

"Alex, I guess you heard that was Ashley. I know you only heard my end of the call, but I'm guessing you are able to fill in some of the blanks. Am I right?" 

"Not really. I could venture a guess as to what was discussed but, I would rather not. I think it's best (not to mention safer) if you just fill me in on what you want me to know. This way there will not be any room for confusion or miscommunication." Alex never takes her gaze from Jamie's face. She's looking for signs, watching his facial expression, watching his eyes. Looking for hints of what he is thinking and feeling. She watches him like a hawk watches her prey. 

"Ok. You may be right on this. I take it you and Ashley discussed more than me being a megalomaniac during your bathroom chat." He waits for her to respond or at least react. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 03



"We may have." Alex keeps her tone flat and her expression completely neutral. 

Damn it, this woman has skills. I'm getting nothing from her without working for it. She challenges me at every fucking turn. I hate it, almost as much as I love it. "Well, I take it from your limited comment that you choose not to fill in any blanks for me. Is that how you want to play this?" 

Smiling, "Let's just say for Ashley's sake as well as my own, I will leave the details of this conversation up to you. But please, be as detailed as you want to be, because I am very interested in what you have to say." 

"I will be very candid with you Alex. The information that Ashley shared with you, if placed in the wrong hands, could be very damaging to me. It could hurt me not only on a personal level, but it could really damage my public and business reputation. The general society does not understand or accept certain life choices. If leaked, I can handle my personal life and financially I would be ok but, from other aspects, it would be a problem. That problem would affect a lot of people. There are charities that I support and people that I employ that would be greatly affected by any type of, for lack of a better term, "negative press." But do not interpret my use of that term to think that I in any way, shape, or form I think of my life choices as negative." 

"I hear what you are saying. I promise you that what Ashley said to me will go no further than between the four people who are already involved and aware of the information. But what I want, what I'm asking you for, is more information. Ashley didn't give me information or details. She simply used two terms and I was left to draw my own conclusions. I want you to be more specific with me; I want you to explain for me, to inform me and fill in the blanks on the meaning of things. What these things entail." 

Alex is being honest with him she is curious and has no reason to try to hurt him. Besides, the same information could hurt Stephan and Ashley and she would never do that. Somehow Jamie can see this in her eyes and knows that she won't use the information to cause any problems for him. 

"What terms did Ashley use? They might be as good a starting place as any." 

"She used just two terms, BDSM and Dom. Actually, she referred to you as a "Dom's Dom". I found that even more confusing. I didn't think Dom's had Dom's." 

Jamie laughs strong and loud. "They don't. Some probably should, but they don't." He reaches out for Alex's hand. "Well, as much as I am willing to explain, inform and educate you on these meanings. This is not the place. So, I suggest we finish our original conversation and pick this up when I take you home. Is that agreeable?" 

"Yes. That is fine." 

"Good. Alex?" He is looking directly into her eyes. He needs to hear the words from her lips. He needs to hear her say it. 

"Yes?" She knows what he is asking. He doesn't need to say more. "You don't need to worry Jamison; your personal information is just that, personal. No one will hear anything from me. I give you my promise, my word that I will never use this information to harm you in anyway. I will never share this information with anyone. Is that what you're asking, what you want or need to hear?" 

"Yes. Thank you." He nods in appreciation not only for the truth of her answer but for its depth; mostly for not having to have had to ask the question. Instinctively she knew it would be hard for him to ask and she spared him that difficulty. It was a kindness he will not forget. 

He continues, never breaking eye contact. "In return, I will make you this promise, right here and now. If you decide to spend some time with me and if you and I explore a relationship together I promise you this. I will never mistreat you or disrespect you in any way. I will not lie to you. From tonight forward, we will deal only with the truth. I will not cheat you, in any way. I can't promise not to hurt you, because if you choose to share in a relationship with me and I hope you will, some of what we will share will cause you pain. I can promise it will be the most pleasurable pain you have ever experienced, if you choose to go further after our discussion. But, you need to make a few choices. Do you want to continue our conversation and explore the potential? Doing so based on what I've said so far or do you want to say good bye here and now? No hard feelings and I will simply call a taxi to take you home and follow to make sure you arrive safely?" 

He waits to see what her answer will be. But before she answers, he adds, "This choice is completely up to you. However, there are rules and you must agree to them. The first few of which I hope I have just made perfectly clear to you. Now, your answer please." 

Alex hesitates. This is the second time this man had threatened to walk away from me. I don't like it and I know I don't want that. I can't deny his summary of my behavior. I already admit it to myself. I admit that I'm behaving poorly. Can I admit it to him? Can I agree to his "rules"? All of these things are going through my mind and I can't focus. I'm confused. He confuses me. He infuriates me. 

Then all she hears herself say is "Yes. I can agree to that." Where did that come from and what made me say it? 

Jamie's entire demeanor changes with those simple words. His face softens. His body relaxes. His eyes actually look compassionately and caringly at her. She swears he is holding his breath and sighs with relief as she answers him. 

Without warning he puts his arms around her and pulls her against his body. Holding her tightly, he kisses her. It is not a first kiss type of kiss, all tentative and questioning. It is a kiss that says, "I know what I'm doing" and it is firm and aggressive. He takes possession of her entire mouth with his. His tongue slides across her lips and she sighs. Her mouth barely opens, but he takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue into the warm cavity as it does. It feels moist, warm, like silk. It is welcoming and demanding at the same time. His tongue explores, he moves it across the ridges of her teeth. Then he slides it over the roof of her mouth. He reaches all the way back to her soft palate and circles his tongue there. Then he duels with her tongue; back and forth their tongues met one touching the other, exploring the texture, the taste of each other. It is like two children sharing each other's popsicles. You taste mine; then I'll taste yours. It lasts like that for a few minutes before he breaks away from her mouth. 

She sighs and looks questioningly at him, but says absolutely nothing. It takes a few seconds for both of them to catch their breath. He knows she wants to say something, to ask something. He also realizes that after everything he had just said to her, she may be a little unsure about what she wants to say. 

"It's ok Alexandra; tell me what you are thinking. Tell me what you want to say or ask. I don't want you to fear expressing anything to me. In fact, I want to know everything. Everything you are thinking, everything you are feeling, everything you want or need." He keeps his arms around her, but gives her a little space so she can clear her thoughts. He doesn't want to overwhelm her and scare her off before he even gets the chance to teach her all he wants to share. 

Hesitantly, she decides to take a chance. "Jamie, I have a question but, I don't want to sound stupid." 

Rubbing her lower back softly, he tells her, "You could never sound stupid Alexandra. This is new to you and I know that. Before the night is through, I am more than sure that you will have a hundred questions. All you need to do is ask. I will answer them to the best of my ability." 

Alex licks her lips and sends a shudder down Jamie's spine; that ends in his balls and then shoots heat through the rest of his body. That one simple move, simply licking her lips, makes him semi-erect and fans his desire for her. 

She doesn't know why exactly, but all of sudden, she believes him. Alex not only believes him, but she feels she can trust him. She feels totally different about this man then she did just several minutes ago. What has changed? What is different now from just a few minutes ago? Why do I feel such trust in him? Why do I have this feeling of wanting to share things with him? Things I haven't shared with anyone in such a long time. 

She doesn't quite understand it all, but she decides to go with it, for now anyway. So, she takes the next step and asks the questions she was thinking about since they started talking earlier. "Jamie, how will I know what is ok to say or to do? How will I know what you expect from me or are willing to accept? Am I just going to get things wrong and come to an unexpected stop, like we just did? Are we going to get angry at each other all the time and fight over what's right or wrong, what's acceptable or not? Because, I don't think that will work for me; I know that won't work for me. It's just not who I am. It never was and I don't want to become like that. I like who I am. Well, most of the time." 

Jamie looks at her for a moment. He listens to not only her words, but what they mean to her. How they explain so much about her and who she is as a woman and a human being. He thinks through the best way for him to answer her. To give her the reassurance that she so obviously is looking for from him. He can feel that she wants this to work as much as he does; at least he believes she does. She just isn't as sure as he is that it will. His plan is to change that. His plan is to change that as soon as possible so that they can move forward. That's what he wants, that's what he needs. 

"Alexandra, we are undoubtable going to hit some bumps in the road. We will have a learning curve. We will have to be patient with each other as we figure things out and as we discover each other. I will have to learn about you. What your strong points are and what areas are open to develop. What you will be willing to do without any self-questioning and what you will require my support in. You, in turn, will learn about me. What I like and don't like. What works for us and what doesn't work. Our goal is to make these bumps as small and as manageable as can be. But everything is a process and there are no short cuts to this. There is no easy answer. It will take work. You should think of our exploration, of your learning, of our potential relationship as constantly evolving processes." 

"Once we get to your place, we will talk. We will probably talk most of the night I'm sure. So, I hope you are not too tired. It will take time, but we will get to know each other better. As time goes on, we will understand each other better. We will identify the things that make us better as a couple and the things that divide us. The goal here is to close the divide. In order to do that, we have to always remember rule number one." 

He continues to walk with her to his car holding her close to him. This time, as they walk, his arm is around the back of her waist and she is more or less tucked up against him. Their bodies so closely touching she can feel his heat enter her body where they are in contact with each other. 

She is acutely aware of his hand on her waist, resting just on the curve of her ass. Aware of the protective feel he gives her by tucking her into his side. She can feel the beating of his heart through his side. She can feel and hear the intake of his breath. Feel the energy and warmth as he slowly releases it. She can feel the way the muscles in his thigh move as they walk and his leg rubs against her. All these feelings are intense and surreal; they make her feel excited. She can feel the heat in her woman's core as she starts to respond to his simple touch. She feels the moisture develop between her legs, her heart rate increases, and her breathing becomes just a little faster. 

All of this is happening to her body and she is overwhelmed with feeling and all she can think to say is, "What is rule number one?" 

He stops and looks her directly in the eyes. "Alexandra, when all else fails, when you are not sure what to do or what to say, when you think everything that can go wrong has or will go wrong, there is always rule number one to save you. Rule number one is, "Always tell the truth. Never lie to me. Never give me half-truths. Never try to deceive me. And I promise I will do the same." 

"So rule number one surpasses all else?" 

"Yes. Rule number one is paramount. It is the difference between a relationship that works well and has true meaning and one that simply functions in the shadow of what it could be. I've had the second, I don't want it again." He utters this last statement with sorrow in his eyes but icy conviction in his voice. 

Alex makes a mental note of this and promises herself she will find out just what he means by it. But not now, not tonight, they aren't anywhere close to that level of sharing yet. 

Jamie lightens the mood as they arrive at his car. He opens the passenger door but as Alex goes to get in, he stops her. Alex looks at him questioningly. "What is it? What's wrong?" 

"I want to test out rule number one with you." His words are light, but the look in his eyes is intensely serious. 

"Ok. What do you want to test?" She asks tentatively, unsure what he could possibly feel the need to test already. 

"When I said you were cold because you trembled, you said there was more than one reason to tremble. What did you mean by that?" His look softens. 

Alex feels her mouth go dry. How is she supposed to answer this without hurting his feelings or worse, starting another argument? When all else fails, revert to rule number one: Be honest. Ok. Here goes nothing, or everything! 

Alex licks her lips and again, Jamie feels the heat flood his body. She looks so sexy when she does that, so wanton. It is like an aphrodisiac for him and his body reacts accordingly. No longer semi-erect, he is now fully erect and his penis is literally pulsating in his pants. God, does she know the affect that move has on a man? 

She looks at him curious at the change in his expression. Ignoring it she answers, "Ok, rule number one: Be honest, be truthful. Remember, you asked for it." 

"I did. I'm ready." He smiles at her but he isn't sure what she is going to say. It takes every ounce of concentration he has to keep focus on her and not his throbbing penis. 

"I trembled because you kind of scare me. You make me nervous. Those are two things that I'm not overly familiar with nor am I fond of the feelings. To be totally truthful, I might be just as controlling as you are, which is another reason I trembled. I wonder is it possible for two people who seem so much alike to be so different and still work together." 

To break the awkward silence, she lightly adds, "And that is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So help me God." 

He laughs and pulls her into him again. "Oh Alexandra, you are going to be a challenge aren't you? You are going to test my patience at every turn? I know it, I can feel it." 

Tilting her head up, she smiles and states in no uncertain terms, "Like you won't be doing the same to me on a daily basis. Like Mr. Scary Sexy isn't going to try my patience and challenge me. I think we may have gone full circle already." 

Looking down at her, he kisses the top of her head and smells the floral scent in her hair. "Who is Mr. Scary Sexy and what do you mean by full circle?" 

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but in the interest of rule number one, you are Mr. Scary Sexy. I thought that about you earlier, that you were a little scary but at the same time, very sexy. So all evening, in my head, that is how I have been referring to you. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't part of our conversation start off with you mentioning something about, "turn about being fair play?" 

He laughs loud and full, "Yes, and if I remember correctly, I also said fair play was over rated. Now get in the car so we can get home; we have a lot to discuss." 

Before she gets in the car, Jamie turns her to look at him. Her back is leaning against the hood and open door frame. Jamie leans in close to her. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. "Alexandra, in regard to your reasons for trembling, you need never be scared of me, not really. And if I make you nervous, you need to tell me. If I can explain it I will. If I can stop it I will. But you should know there will be times when I want you to be nervous, to heighten the experience. It won't be a bad nervous though. In fact, there will be a time when you will come to enjoy it. Relish in it, even look forward to it." 

As she turns to get in the car a chill runs through her body as she contemplates all of the things he has just told her. Jamie lightly smacks her ass as she bends to get into the car. He closes her door and gets in the driver's side. He settles in and starts the car. 

She looks at him questioningly, not knowing why he did it, but remembering Stephan's reason for smacking Ashley's ass. She doesn't think there is any reason for the smack but she can't be sure. She wants to ask him, but hesitates. She doesn't particularly like this feeling of being unsure of herself. It is playing with her mind, then again, so is just about everything else that happened so far tonight. 

Jamie just looks at her, his eyes sparkling; he knows exactly what she is thinking. He can tell by the questioning look on her face that she thinks she did something he didn't like and that is why he smacked her ass cheek. Smirking more than smiling at her he informs her, "Nothing is wrong, it is just a friendly spank. You can call it a warm up. Your ass presented the opportunity and I took it." He gives Alex a wink as he starts to drive down the street. "I simply did not want to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. Besides, I think you can think of it as a nice little introduction to my world. If all goes well and you agree, hopefully soon to be our world." 

Her immediate thought was, Oh my God. Our world? Am I ready for this? Is this something I really want? Is he someone I really want? The answer was a little chilling when it came back from her subconscious, a resounding "YES!" 

~~~~~~~~ to be continued...



Learning the Rules Ch. 04



In this chapter things are starting to heat up between Alexandra and Jamison. Alexandra finds Jamison much more daunting than she first thought he would be. She also finds him intelligent, kind and generous. More interestingly is she finds him down right demanding, attractive, sexy and a lot more fun. Jamison finds Alex tests his patience and his will. This could be an interesting life lesson, for both of them. One she is really looking forward to explore with him; one he can't wait to lead her on. I hope you continue to follow Alexandra and Jamison's journey. Enjoy the read! 

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The drive home starts off in silence. Then Jamie asks her an unexpected question. "Alexandra, do you think you can trust me enough to come to my place tonight instead of me taking you home?" He isn't sure how she will answer, but he is hoping for a yes. 

She looks at him, only able to see his profile muted by the street lights as they drive down the street. He is heading to her apartment and she is curious as to why he wants to change the plan. Rule one: Be honest, be truthful. "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure how much I can trust you just yet. Truthfully, just getting into your car alone with you is pretty trusting for me." She can see his face change a little, even though he tries to maintain his affect as neutral as possible. 

She actually thinks that maybe she just hurt his feelings. She doesn't want to hurt him. She doesn't understand why, but she feels bad about it. Alex reaches over and lightly places her hand on his forearm as his hand rests on the steering wheel. The small but thoughtful gesture gets his attention and he looks at her. "I am genuinely able to say that I trust you more now than I did at dinner. I think it wise to question just how much I trust you considering we just met several hours ago. Yet, it seems like we have known each other a lot longer. I'll even go as far as to say, I feel more comfortable talking with you right now, than I did when we left the trinity." 

He smiles and is a little relieved as he asks, "Why is that do you think?" 

"I think it's because you were so moving when you told me I didn't need to be scared, or nervous, that you would never lie to me, cheat on me, or hurt me. Well not really hurt me, you know what I mean. After you said all of those things and tried to make me feel safe and open to what may happen, it was like my gut said I could trust you." 

Smiling as she looks at him as he drives, she continues to share her thoughts and feelings with him. "Then after your call with Ashley, when you...well, when you were totally up front with me about things, I actually felt even more comfortable with you. Before that, even though I knew what Ashley told me, it was like you were keeping a secret. It isn't just a secret; it's part of you. Part of what makes you the man you are; it's part of who you really are as a person. Once I knew that you were willing to share such an intimate detail about your life and trust me with that information, I guess, I felt some sort of shared bond." She starts laughing as she continues to look at him. 

"What's so funny?" He is perplexed by her laughter after such intuitive thoughts. 

"I'm just listening to myself describe how I feel about you now as compared to earlier this evening. I'm telling you how I trust you more now and my comfort level with you is better, I realized something rather funny." 

"What to share it with the class?" He says with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look on his face. 

"Well Mr. Montgomery, I realized, you are an acquired taste. It may take time, but I think eventually, you grow on people. That is if you give them a chance before you scare them off." Alex's voice is light and playful, but Jamie realizes that there is truth in what she says about scaring people off. It's been easier for him to do that than to risk getting burned again. 

"Ah, so I'm like a good wine? I like that analogy." 

She laughs and responds with words laden with sarcasm as she teases with him. "I was thinking more like a tattoo. Extremely painful at first, but as you look at it more closely and identify the finer points, you can appreciate its intricacies. I'm sure with time it becomes more attractive, more beautiful, and the closer you look, the more you understand about its' detailing." Alex is very thoughtful as she speaks there is no harshness or criticism in her voice. She means it in the kindest of ways but she isn't use to using analogies or metaphors to describe her feelings or thoughts. In fact, she isn't use to having to describe her feelings or thoughts at all. 

Jamie looks across the front seat to her. "I don't know whether or not that is a complement, but I'm going to take it as one." 

"It is." She smiles. "It is." 

"Then that takes me back to my original question. Will you trust me enough to come home with me tonight?" 

"I don't want you to get mad, but I need to ask another question before answering? Is that ok with you?" 

"I'd be amazed if you didn't." He is being playful and Alex realizes that. She actually likes his playful side. 

"Why the change in plans? Why do you want to go to your place instead of my apartment as originally discussed?" She looks at him closely. She is monitoring his tone, his expression, anything that will shed light on the change in plan. 

"It's simple. At my place we can talk freely and I can not only talk to you about things, but I can show you things. Show you more about my life and what it entails. Explain to you about how your life will change if you decide to explore a relationship with me. Show you what you will be getting into by making any type of commitment. Make no mistake about it Alexandra; it will be a commitment you make, to me, to us, and to yourself. I won't accept anything less from you and I won't offer you anything less. You will either decide it's something you want to pursue or decide it's not for you. At my place, you will get a more detailed picture and if you decide no, then we've only lost 24 hours. What do you say?" 

Alex hesitates a few moments, thinking about what he has said before she answers him. "Ok. Your house it is, but that doesn't mean I'm committing to anything other than conversation and information sharing." Alex doesn't quite know why she feels this way, but she trusts him. She knows he won't hurt her, she knows she is safe with him. She even knows it won't be long before she tells him that. She feels these things in her gut and her gut is rarely wrong. Her feelings toward him have been a ball of confusion from the minute she exited that taxi. 

Jamie doesn't hesitate; he passes right by her apartment and heads for I-76 west. He lives about thirty minutes outside of the city, in Upper Marion, and at the speed he is driving they will be there in no time. That is if they don't get pulled over by highway patrol. 

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When they arrive at his place, Alex realizes it is more than a house. It is a mansion. It even comes with the big rod iron initialed gate. He presses a button on his visor and the gate opens. Automatically, the driveway is lit up like a landing strip. The lights must be motion sensitive because as he drives the car up the long curved drive, the lights come on in front of them. 

It isn't a new home; it appears to be Tutor styled, most likely from the 1930's or 40's. The exterior and the grounds look to be well kept. Jamie pulls in front of the house and parks. Opening her door, Jamie helps Alex out and walks her into his home. He watches her intently as they enter the house. 

It is a huge entry way. The staircase to the upstairs is set back on their right. Immediately to the right is a set of heavy dark wood double doors. They are pocket doors, but they are left partially opened. Looking into the room you can see it is a home office and library. To the left is a larger sitting room. It looks comfortable and it is where Jamie guides Alex. 

As they enter the room, she realizes what a masculine room it is. The furniture is large and bulky but very comfortable looking. The colors are dark. The majority of the furniture consists of dark brown wood with a slightly lighter brown soft leather cushion to them. Even the lighting is dim. The ceiling light fixtures are off; the only light is from a few lamps with low wattage bulbs. The walls are a shade of celery green. The only lively color comes from the curtains and throw pillows. The curtains are a deep emerald green and the throw pillows are a rich golden color with some green accents. The floor is a wide plank dark wood, but there is a huge Persian rug covering it. The rug is the focal point of the room. It brings life into the room. It consists of deep jewel colors, reds, blues, greens and gold's. All in all, it is a man's room, all strong and sturdy in look and function. Not unlike its owner. 

After looking around, Alex realizes what stands out most, in both rooms, is the cleanliness, the order and organization of the rooms. The desk in the office is huge; it's made of heavy dark black wood. It shines like ice it has been waxed so much. The legs are thick and sturdy. It looks rather sturdy, like it is made to hold much more weight than would be required of a desk. It's clean of papers and only has a few essential items on it. You can tell that both rooms are used, but kept clean and neat. Nothing extra in either of the rooms and everything present has purpose. Alex realizes they have that in common. Her apartment is the same way. If something doesn't serve a purpose for her, it doesn't stay around for long. 

Jamie guides Alex to the couch with his hand on her back. "Please sit down and relax." As Alex sits, Jamie excuses himself for a minute. He walks out of the room and down the hall past the stairs. When he returns, he is carrying a tray with two wine glasses and an open bottle of white wine. He noticed at Stephan's that Alex was drinking white wine. Even though he prefers a rich bodied red, he wants her to enjoy the wine, so he chooses a sweeter white, similar to what she had earlier. He sets the tray down in front of Alex. He has the bottle open, but then he just sits down next to Alex and looks at her. He requests Alex to "pour and serve the wine." The way he states it makes her think he is giving her permission to do it rather than asking her to do it. 

She thinks it odd, but does as requested. Alex isn't one to drink often, but she does enjoy a good glass of wine. She pours both glasses half full and simultaneous lifts the two glasses handing one to Jamie as she sips from hers. 

Jamie shakes his head with a look of disappointment. "Alexandra, when you pour and serve wine, you pour one glass and serve it. Then you pour your glass. You don't drink your wine while serving." 

"Well," she starts off with a little bit of attitude, "you can always pour your own. And by the way, did you just ask me to pour or give me permission to do so?" 

Jamie can hear the sarcasm in her voice. He stops and returns his glass to the tray. He gets up and stands directly in front of Alex. He is barely an inch from her. Alex feels his presence through every inch of her body. He is standing so close, she has to tilt her head up to look at him. "Ms. Newman, if we are to have our conversation, I am going to have to insist on a few things." 

"Of course you do. It won't be a conversation if you don't have rules for it. Am I right?" Now the sarcasm is dripping off her tongue. Who does he think he is; I come here for him and he treats me like I'm his servant? 

Holding her chin so that he forces Alex to look up at him, he starts, "First, as we discussed earlier this evening, there will be no lies. Not little white ones and definitely no lies of omission. Are you in agreement?" 

"Didn't I agree to this already?" A little frustration can be heard in her voice. 

"Yes. But I want to make sure that we are clear on this. If you agree that it is completely understood, then I will not ask it again. Unless of course I believe you to be in non-compliance with rule number one." 

"It is completely understood. No lies, truth only. Can we move on?" 

He is becoming annoyed with her but reminds himself that this is new to her. "Second, there will be no half-truths. We will either tell the truth or there is no reason to continue. Are you in agreement?" 

"Yes. Yes to all the questions regarding telling the truth. Next." She takes another sip of her wine. 

"Good, enthusiasm I like that." Now, he is mocking her. "Third, you will not be sarcastic in any way shape or form. It is not helpful and I don't find it attractive. Are you in agreement with rule number three?" 

"Yes." She responds with a smirk and rolls her eyes. 

"With the exception of the sarcastic rolling of the eyes, we are so far, so good. By the way, rolling your eyes at me is a punishable offense. Consider yourself informed and warned." He tilts his head and gives her a look that says he is waiting for her smart mouthed reply. Luckily for her she holds her comment. 

"Fourth, there will be no judgment on either of our parts. Our history is our history and cannot be changed. We can only live in the moment and hope we learn from any mistakes of the past. Agreed?" 

Taking a deep breath, "Yes, agreed." 

"Good, so we are clear on the basic rules and we can progress from here forward. As we need to add or change anything we will as we go along. It will be easier to remember them that way." He states this as if it is the end to the discussion. 

"Don't I have a say in any of the rules?" She looks at him with her eye brow up and a questioning look on her face. 

"Of course Alex, but I thought you just agreed with them?" 

"I did, but I have a few of my own additions to the rules." She says confidently. 

Jamie smiles down at her and leans over to kiss her mouth. It's a quick kiss, but he is drawn in by her confident, if not a little defiant, attitude. "Why am I not the least surprised that you do?" 

"I'm sorry does the rule about sarcasm only apply to me. Well I don't find it attractive in you either, very much." In reality, she finds him very attractive when he is being purposefully sarcastic in order to mock her. 

"Touché. Ms. Newman, Touché. So, please tell me what additional rules do you have?" 

Alex continued, "Fifth, You will not be condescending in your tone. Correction, to be fair, I will restate my rule. Neither of us will be condescending in our tone. Are you in agreement?" 

He smiles and answers, "Yes." 

"Sixth, neither of us will raise our voices above a normal conversation level during our discussion. Agreed?" 

"That is a very good rule. Yes, I agree. Besides, I rarely raise my voice. I'm much more menacing when I keep my voice low. Hint, hint." He winks at Alex and smiles. 

"Whatever. Seventh, if we need time to think and organize our answer, we will just say, 'I need a minute for this one.' And the other person will give them the time needed. During said time, there will be no recriminating looks. Agreed?" 

"Yes. But I really would like to know who gives recriminating looks." He actually sounds offended by her statement. 

"Ha. Let's just say it's not me and leave it at that. Eighth, if we have an issue that arises during our discussion that doesn't apply to the above rules, but needs to be addressed, one of us simply needs to say 'rule clarification' or we need to discuss this issue in more detail, or whatever applies at the time. Agreed?" 

"Very good idea, I agree." 

"My last rule. If at any point tears occur, the person is allowed to leave the room until the ugly cry face is gone. Agreed?" 

"No." He states it simply but his tone holds greater meaning. 

Alex is surprised by his answer. Just when things are going so smoothly he has to kink things up. (No pun intended) "No? Why a no? What don't you agree with about ugly cry face?" 

"I don't agree because tears can be very important to the discussion. They are part of the feelings, part of the truths, and if the tears are hidden, than the truths are hidden. And whether or not you know this yet, the whole purpose of the exercises we will be using is to put the feelings, the thoughts, the truths, and the fears out there in the open. To be acknowledged and addressed right now. We need to be up front and truthful about everything so that there are no misconceptions going forward. So, no, I don't agree with hiding of tears. And just for the record, ugly cry face doesn't count in these types of discussions. Agreed?" 

God he really is sexy when he gets all "know it all and controlling." Alex feels her heartbeat pick up pace. "Well, when you put it like that, I guess I have no choice but to agree. Be warned, I have bad ugly cry face." 

"Warning noted. I do have to say, you surprise me Ms. Newman. I thought for sure you would fight me a little more before agreeing. That is if you agreed at all." 

"Well, Mr. Montgomery. You must think I have no "grey zone." I am here to inform you that my grey zone exists. I'll admit it's not a very large grey zone and it hasn't existed very long. But it is a work in progress. I have learned over the past few years to pay attention to the grey zone and compromise. You made a passionate and well-presented case for tears and after listening to your thoughts, I agree." She smiles and nods her head down low as if to bow to his will. 

It's arousing to Jamie to see just that small submissive jester from her. Even if she doesn't realize what she did. It was a turn on. It was also a welcomed sign that she has the ability to be submissive even if she isn't fully aware of it. He was starting to wonder if he was way off mark about her. 

"One last rule, if you will Mr. Montgomery." 

Laughingly he responds, "I thought the last rule was your last rule?" 

Frowning at him, "Is that sarcasm I hear Mr. Montgomery? I believe that not only breaks rule #3 but is a punishable offense. Is it not?" 

"Again, I apologize Ms. Newman. But let's not get carried away. I have given you led way so far; don't use it to hurt yourself." He says in a pseudo-playful tone but his eyes are dark and threatening. "Please continue with your last, last rule. I promise not to interrupt or be sarcastic." 

"I think if our conversation is to lead to anything, you need to stop calling me Ms. Newman and call me Alex. Agreed?" 

"Once again, I must say no." 

"Why not? You can't plan on calling me Ms. Newman forever." 

"Because, Alex is a male name and there is absolutely nothing about you that says male. You my dear Alexandra are all female. From the top of your beautiful mane of hair to the tips of your beautifully painted toe nails, you are all female. And so far, at least from the little I can see, so is every inch in between. So, I cannot call you Alex, it goes against every fiber of my being. I hated it the few times I said it earlier this evening. However, I will agree to stop calling you Ms. Newman and call you by your given name. Alexandra. Agreed?" 

"Well the only people who ever called me Alexandra was the nuns at my grade school and my Mom when she was annoyed with something I did or I said." Smiling, she nods, "But I'm in agreement, if that is what you wish. I will stop calling you Mr. Montgomery. Also, I don't see you as a Jamie either. To me it sounds like a twelve year old boy's name." 

"Not to be sarcastic or repetitious, but you my dear Jamison are not a twelve year old boy. At least from what little I can see. Because from the top of your, I'd guess six feet, six inch frame to the tip of your, size twelve shoe? You are all male. Now, this is just a guess, but I would venture, not to mention hope, that every inch in between is also all male." 

He cocks his eye brow as he takes in her smile and her beautiful face. Alex seems to be fine with being alone with him in the house and she appears a little more relaxed after the wine. He assures himself that she is not even close to being drunk from it. She really is very sexy when she is in a teasing mood. And no one loves teasing more than me. I wonder just how far I can take this, now that she is more comfortable. I loved when she said "if that is what you wish." I can actually picture her naked, on her knees, as the words come out of her mouth. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 04



"Is it the wine Alexandra or are you actually comfortable enough to trust that you can tease with me. Maybe even "play" a little with me tonight." He laughs, but is hopeful. 

"I have to admit, I do enjoy our volley of words. You're very good at word play." 

Jamison laughs. "Well don't get too use to 'volleying words' with me. It will be something reserved for rare occasions. Also, just so you know, I'm very good at more than word play, Alexandra, very good." His eyes are full of promise and yet she also sees a warning in them as he looks directly at her. 

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Jamison continues their conversation as he positions himself next to her on the couch. He is sitting so close to her that their legs touch and he can feel the heat from her body. He reaches out and takes her hand, stroking his fingers over her palm and massaging each finger between his forefinger and thumb. His voice is soft and husky as he reminds Alexandra of her earlier comment. "You my dear Alexandra venture correctly, I am all male, every inch. And if all goes well with our conversation, I'm hoping it won't be much longer before you get to find out just how male every inch of me truly is. Do you care to explore?" 

Alexandra watches him intently. His fingers are magic and his voice boarders on hypnotic. Just his touch is making her wet. The heat emanating off their bodies is almost unbearable to her. She shifts her bottom on the couch to try to relieve some of the tension building up in her sex. In doing so, she is now closer to him and looking directly into those dark sexy eyes. The movement only made her "discomfort" more intense. This feeling is unsettling and she readjusts her position again. 

This time, Jamison reaches over and takes both of her hands in his. "Stand up." Two simple words but they appear to hold a strict demand and require she follows it. 

Alexandra isn't sure why she does it, but almost automatically she does as requested. She immediately stands and he positions her directly in front of him. He looks at her and slowly glides his eyes down her body. Her hair is thick and shiny. He remembers the floral scent from earlier. Her neck is long, sleek and beautiful with the exception of that annoying chain necklace. Her shoulders and arms are firm with lean muscle. She must work out. Her breasts are of nice proportion, her cleavage is ample, and her breasts appear supple. Jamison can't wait to stroke them, lick them, and suckle them. Just thinking of it brings his erection to the forefront of his thoughts. 

"Alexandra, I want you to sit on my lap. I want you close to me." He informs her as he holds her gaze. 

She hesitates and licks her lips. She doesn't know why she is hesitating. Her body definitely wants to be closer to him, to touch him. Everything in her body is saying, "Do it, just do it." But she is thinking, over thinking actually. 

Jamison knows she wants to, he can feel it in her touch. He can see it in her body language and her facial expression. She's turned on but she is over thinking it. In a calm, but commanding voice he continues. "Stop over thinking everything Alexandra. You know you want to do as I say. Stop thinking and just do it. Now." He says the last word a little more forcefully than he had expected to, but it has his desired effect. 

Alexandra is startled by his tone and command. Her body jerks as if coming back to life and she sits on his lap without further thought or delay. Her face reddens as she feels his erection through his pants. She is nervous. Nervous and sexually aroused, a bad combination considering she is on his lap and can feel the moisture building in her sex. Oh God, please don't let him feel the heat or wetness between my legs. Please don't let there be any sex scent. 

Jamison smiles, looking into her eyes is like having subtitles on a screen. She literally lets you know her thoughts. She is nervous, but there is also a sexual connection here. I can feel the warmth from her sex and if I were to touch her, I'm sure she would be wet. By the color in her cheeks, she knows I'm hard for her. 

"Are you comfortable Alexandra?" Jamison's voice is calm and melodic. His tone is steady almost hypnotizing. It doesn't alter it just remains commandingly reassuring. 

"Yes." She responds but there is a little nervous thrill in her voice. Jamison can feel the slightest trembling in her body as she sits stiffly on his lap. He can feel the tension in her muscles as he stokes her back. 

"The truth, Alexandra. Only complete truths between us. I know it's difficult but it is necessary. It's one thing I need at all times." He is talking to her very calmly and in a quiet non-threatening manner, but his tone is unyielding. He adjusts her body on his lap in order to see her face better; to view her eyes and watch her facial expression. He continues with his one hand on her lower back and softly stokes the area back and forth while he continues to talk to her. 

"This is how we will learn about each other Alexandra. This is how we will learn each other's comfort areas and areas for exploration and growth. I promise, everything will get easier as we move forward; but not without complete honesty. Even when it's hard or you feel a little embarrassed, you need to be honest with me. It's the only way I can know what you need from me. Now, let's try it again." 

"I'm nervous Jamison. I'm very nervous and a little confused. I can't tell you why exactly, but I can't seem to control myself. I think I'm feeling so many conflicting emotions and feelings, that none of them are clear. It's like multiple thoughts, emotions and feelings running on a movie reel, they just keep entering my head and I can't organize them. It's confusing. It's frustrating as hell. This is not something I'm used to and I don't like it. I'm used to being in control of everything, especially those aspects of my life." Alexandra is looking at him hoping, almost pleading that he has an answer for what she is going through. 

Taking a minute to think about what she has just shared, Jamison decides on how best to proceed. He wants to help her, but he knows she is a woman who will not do well, at least not yet, with him simply giving her directives at this point. He realizes he has to guide her through the process to reach his desired outcome. The choices have to be made by Alexandra for now. She has to be willing to share in this process. She has to want to put in the time and effort it will take to make this work. She has to commit to him and he knows that will take time. Jamison knows this will be a long process. It may take longer than most because she is so independent and willful. But he's confident that if they work together, it will benefit both of them. 

"I want to thank you for sharing your feelings with me. I know how difficult that was for you to do and I want you to know it means a lot to me that you trust me enough to do it." Jamison changes the motion of his hand on her back and is now massaging up and down her spine. He goes up one side to the base of her skull and down the other to the curve of her ass; making sure that his hand never loses contact with her skin. He repeats this motion with every sentence he speaks. 

He can see Alexandra start to relax. She takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales. "Are you feeling a little calmer?" 

"Yes." She closes her eyes as she nods her head in response. 

"Good. Alexandra, I want you to keep your eyes closed for me." Gently he places his other hand on her hands. They are resting between her legs, just inches below where her legs meet her sex. His hand is on top of her clasped hands. His fingers lightly stroke her hands and he maintains a constant pressure there. 

"Why?" She opens her eyes to look at him. "Why do you want me to close my eyes?" He hears the tension in her words, not fear, but confusion. 

"Alexandra, I want you to close your eyes so you can concentrate. I want you to do exactly as I say after you close your eyes." He takes one of her hands in his and brings it to his lips. Placing the lightest kiss on her hand, he keeps her hand close to his mouth as he speaks. With every word he speaks, she will feel the warmth of his breath on her hand. "I promise I will not do anything you do not want me to do. I will tell you everything I am going to do. Before I make even the slightest move, I will wait for your consent. I will not hurt you; I want to try and help you organize these confused thoughts and feelings you are having." 

He lightly kisses her hand again while maintaining eye contact with her. He feels her body relax a little more. His hand continues to move up and down her back in a steady motion and rhythm. He whispers over the surface of her hand, "Alexandra, will you please trust me to do this? Will you trust in the fact that by helping you to get what you want, I will also be getting closer to what I want?" 

"That's a big part of what I don't understand. What do you want Jamison? You're a good looking, intelligent, well-educated man who can have almost any woman he wants. Why did you choose me? There isn't anything so very special about me, so, why me?" She's staring into his eyes. Fearing his answer won't be anything close to what she wants him to say; what she needs him to say to make this situation right for her. 

"Alexandra, I never want to hear you say that again! I chose you because you are so very special. To me you are the most special woman I have met in a long time. Whether you acknowledge it or not, you are beautiful, intelligent, caring, and Oh so very sexy." He kisses her hand and lets his lips rest against it for a few seconds. 

"You are also independent, stubborn, demanding, and Oh so very frustrating." He smiles at the look on her face and kisses her hand again, this time he touches it with his tongue. Gently gliding it over the surface of her palm before continuing to speak. 

"These are all qualities I like in a woman, my woman. Alexandra, these are all qualities that attracted me to you. It was simply a physical attraction when we first saw each other in front of Stephan's house. You saw something you liked; I saw something I liked and we took a mental picture. But that was superficial. Had I not planned to be going to the same dinner party as you, we may have been the proverbial two ships that pass in the night. Agree?" 

She nods, "Yes, I think that is probably true." That didn't sound quite right; something he just said isn't right. 

Noticing the question on Alexandra's face, Jamison hastens on with his explanation. "Instead, we met each other. We were meant to be at the same place at the same time." He winks at her and gives a little laugh, "More likely, after seeing you come out of that taxi, I may have arranged some other way to meet you. Who knows?" He gives her a look as if he knew he was going to meet her tonight. "Some would call our meeting tonight luck, some fate, and some serendipity. I believe everything is planned to happen. You just need to make a valiant effort. You just need to be the person who has the better plan; the person who is prepared in advance. Don't you agree?" 

He leans in and kisses her pouting mouth; she lets him without pulling away. "Stop pouting. Things are not as bad as you may think." 

"How are you so sure? How do you know? All of your talk about serendipity and plans; how are you so sure?" 

"Because, I know it is not in the meeting of two people that make a relationship. It is in what we do with our time together after the initial meeting that will set our destiny. We could have met, realized after our first few comments that things were not going to happen and said good bye. But, no matter how confused your feelings are, no matter how nervous you are, you know you want to be here with me. I know you want to be here with me." 

"Jamison, are you just being cocky or are you really that sure? 

"Alexandra, I am really that sure. Do you want to know how I'm so sure?" 

"Yes. I'm dying to know, because I still have fifty conflicts going on in my head." 

"Alexandra, I'm going to tell you the truth about something. I want your promise that you will listen to everything I have to say and not interrupt until I'm done. Then I will explain why I'm sure about what I want and why I know you're here because it's what you want. Do you agree?" 

"Yes." 

"That means NO interruptions, NO questions until I'm done explaining? Can you do that?" He stresses the word no and asks with doubt in his voice. 

"For God's sake Jamison, I'm not a child. I can control myself and wait until you're done speaking to ask my questions. I won't interrupt you. Just get on with it." She huffs out a breath. 

"Once I'm done explaining, if you agree with my explanation, you have to promise to give me twenty-four hours. That means for the next twenty-four hours you will listen to what I say and follow my instructions. You will do this without hesitation and without constant questions. Agreed?" 

"That's a lot of reward for one answer. I get one answer and you get twenty-four hours of rule over me. That doesn't seem fair." 

Jamison takes her face in his hands. "It's not going to feel like I'm ruling over you. You have to trust me. If you can do this for the next twenty-four hours, you will see how different it really is for you. If at any time, it's too much for you, you just need to let me know. Do I have your agreement, your word?" 

"Ok. If you convince me with your explanation, I will do as you ask. At least for the next twenty-four hours." 

"Well the first thing I want to address deals with our meeting and rule number one. The truth of our meeting wasn't exactly per chance and this wasn't exactly the first time we met." He waits for her reaction or outburst, but true to her word she refrains from comment. But he sees the questions in her eyes and in her facial expression. 

"In fact, you and I have, in a way, known each other for quite a while. We have actually worked together on a project, although you never saw me and we never actually met. I was the primary benefactor on the Children's Museum project and one of my construction companies did the work. You were working with my Project Manager. Every time he brought you changes to the design plans, they were mostly my changes. When you video conferenced with him or the planning team I saw the video feed on my laptop. So in fact, we do know each other in a way." He looks at her and her face is one of disbelief or shock. He can't decide. 

"Are you with me Alexandra?" Jamison asks, hoping she doesn't turn around and walk out the front door. 

Alexandra is tempted to say something, but she just can't put her thoughts together right now. Plus, she promised not to interrupt until he was done and she would rather cut out her tongue than to give him the satisfaction of an "I told you so." So she simply nods in the affirmative. 

Jamison continues with just a little hesitance. He realizes this can be a make or break moment. He is hoping it isn't a break moment. 

"The last part of the truth is that I sort of planned our meeting tonight. I found out you were a friend of Stephan and Ashely's by accident. One day, Stephan came up to my offices on business and saw me going over the museum designs. He told me his friend, Alex was the primary architect on the team. I told him that I thought you were extremely bright and talented, not to mention beautiful. I told him I thought you were an innovative designer and that our likes and dislikes were similar. I asked that the next time he planned a get together that you would be at to invite me. He did, a few times. But I was going back and forth closing up some projects in London, and I couldn't make it work until tonight. So, that is a part of how we met tonight." 

There is silence in the room. She looks at him with hurt in her eyes. Alexandra is truly at a loss for words. So, all this talk about truth, and half-truths, and lies of omission being important to him is all bull shit. This has all been one big lie. One big set up. God, when will I learn if it seems too good to be true it probably is just that? 

She looks hurt and that is not what he wanted. "Alexandra, it's not a joke. I just asked for the introduction, the meeting. Everything that happened after that has been just us relating to each other. The last thing I want is to hurt your feelings. Listen to me Alexandra. You are here because you want to be here. It is as plain and simple as that. I gave you multiple opportunities to be anywhere else but here. Each and every time, you chose me you chose to be with me." 

"What are you talking about? When did I ever choose you?" 

"Oh Baby, you choose me, us multiple times tonight. The first time was on the street at the trinity. You looked me over before I even saw you standing there. Whether or not you know it, your facial expression and your eyes said, "I want that!" 

"They did Alexandra, I swear. I heard them!" He practically cries out the last two statements in order to get her attention. 

She smiles and shakes her head at him in disbelief. She laughs sardonically at him and hits him in the chest. "God you really are insufferable. You really are an egotist. Ashley had it right when she called you a 'megalomaniac.' It describes you perfectly. Just as liar, cheat, and manipulator do! So I guess the rules don't really apply to you, so much for rule number one!" 

He holds her hands tighter and closer to him. "Let me finish. The second was in the trinity, when I said we could end the discussion here and say good bye. You refused. The third was during dinner when I gave you the very same option. Again, you refused. The fourth time was right before we left the trinity. I asked if your conversation with Ashley changed your mind. I asked if you wanted to refuse my offer of a ride home. You could have been safe and sound with Stephan and Ashley, but you refused." 

Alexandra is looking at him in disbelief. This time the disbelief is that everything he is saying is true. He did give her multiple opportunities. Why can't she think straight when it comes to this arrogant man? Why is everything so confusing? 

Jamison continues pleading his case in hopes to win her over. "The fifth time, we were walking to my car and I offered to end it there and call a taxi to take you home. Baby, you refused again. And lastly, when I asked if I should take you home or were you willing to come to my home. Alexandra, you are here with me, because you want to be. It is as simple and as complicated as that. The way we met doesn't matter. What matters is that you chose to be here. You chose to be with me if for no other reason than to explore the reasons why. But it was of your free choice." 

Alexandra is sitting there, tears are running down her face but she doesn't realize it. Her body is trembling and she is very quiet. 

"Alexandra, Baby are you alright? Why are you crying? Alexandra, you're shaking. Alexandra, answer me. Say something, you're scaring me. Damn it Alexandra, answer me now!" With each sentence, Jamison's voice gets stricter sounding until his last statement when he uses his strong command tone. He briskly rubs his hands up and down her arms waiting for her to answer him. 

Alexandra takes a second. Shaking her head as if to clear a fog, she looks at Jamison and gives him a weak smile. Tears are still streaming down her cheeks, but she ignores them. 

"I can't believe it. Jamison, you are right. You are so right. You did give me a number of opportunities to leave, to end this. Whatever this is. I didn't take them. In fact, I adamantly rejected them. I remember each and every time and I remember thinking, 'No, I don't want this to end. I want to know this man.' I remember thinking that I felt like I already knew you. I even said as much to you. I was making the conscious decision then, every time. I don't know why I didn't see that. But that doesn't change the fact that you lied by omission. You lied to me and you promised you never would. You broke rule number one." 




Learning the Rules Ch. 04



"No. I didn't lie to you Alexandra. I told you we had to be truthful with each other from tonight forward. And I'm sharing the truth with you now. I didn't lie. I just planned to set up our meeting but I never lied to you." 

"It seems that you are just using semantics to meet your needs." Her voice still a little shaky from crying. 

Jamison pulls her into his arms, embracing her against his chest. Whispering in her ear, "Sometimes it's hard to see what we want when it's right in front of us. I think you want to be here almost as much as I want you here. If you still believe what I did, what I said was part of a lie, than it must be. I can only say I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to be a lie. I can only apologize and hope you accept it and forgive me. I promise there will never be a cause for you to doubt me again. " 

Alexandra wipes the tears from her cheeks. Looking at Jamison, she places her hand to his cheek. "I guess you win, Jamison. You did have the answer. I will keep my promise, at least for the next twenty-four hours. I will answer your questions and follow your command. Please don't make me regret it." 

"We both win Alexandra. I will do my best to make sure you never regret it." Jamison kisses her, it's a long passion filled kiss. When he pulls back from the kiss he looks into her eyes. He uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe the remaining tears from her face. 

"Jamison, you need to know that if I even think you are lying to me or manipulating me in any way, I will leave so fast your head won't have time to spin." 

He nods and kisses her cheek. "I said I'm sorry. Can we move on from here?" 

"Yes." 

"Alexandra are you able to continue? Are you able to answer some questions and listen to some things we need to discuss? If you need to rest awhile, that's ok. We can take a break." Jamison looks for any signs of fatigue, mental or physical. "It's been a long few hours. You have been dealing with a lot of new information, new feelings. What do you feel like doing? I still need to 'fill in those blanks' for you. Do you want to keep talking?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok. Stop me at any time. If you have a question or need more information, whatever you need. Alexandra, this is a process. There is no way for me to give you all the information you need or want in one night. So, I will give you the highlight reel. You will have to do your part and start educating yourself on certain aspects. I'll give you web sites, educational sites. There will be some homework involved and part of that will include finding all the information available to help you along. I want this to be an educated decision. You will have to read as much as possible about BDSM and come prepared with questions when we meet. Are you willing to do that?" 

"Yes. I'm great at research. Besides, it's not like I can give it to my assistant to do for me." She laughs lightly. 

"No, you definitely need to do this research on your own. Now let's go upstairs to my bedroom." Gently he moves her from his lap. 

"I thought we were going to talk. Why do we need to go to your bedroom?" She asks nervously. 

"Mostly, because this is going to take a while, it's late, and I want to be comfortable. Then because I won and you agreed to do what I say for the next twenty-four hours without question." Jamison stands up and swats her backside, "this way woman, class has begun." 

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Jamison takes Alexandra's hand and leads her up the stairs. His bedroom is all the way down the hall on the left hand side. When he opens the doors, she realizes that his master bedroom and bath take up the entire left wing of the upstairs. It is as large as most two bedroom apartments in the city. Surprisingly, it is not as dark as the rooms downstairs. 

Alexandra is amazed by the size of the bed. She can't tear her eyes away from the structure. It's the focal point of the room. The California King sized bed is situated in the center of the far wall. It is massive with its large black wooden frame and cushioned headboard. The four posted structure is impressive and the black wood shines like it is freshly waxed, it matches the wood and polish of the desk in his library. The bedposts even have the same design as the legs of the desk downstairs, but these holes are spaced further apart. The deep blood red silk and satin coverings and pillows add to the gleam of the bed's wood. 

Jamison watches Alexandra's reaction to the bed. He doesn't want her to be intimidated by the bed, so he continues to hold her hand as he walks toward the massive structure. 

"Alexandra, help me get some of these pillows off the bed. Just throw them on the couch over there." He points to the large couch that faces an open glass fire place. The glass fireplace is the only thing that separates the bedroom space from the master bath. If you can call it a separation since you can completely see through it and its double sided opening. 

Jamison's voice gets her attention and she starts to move the pillows off the bed. Once all the excess pillows are removed, he pulls down the comforter and linen. Then he starts to undress. 

"What are you doing?" Her voice is full of surprise as he starts undressing. 

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting undressed. You don't think I go to bed dressed do you?" He's not openly laughing at her but there is laughter in his eyes and his expression. He's enjoying her reaction, her nervousness. Her apprehension excites him. 

"Is this really how we are going to start?" She can't believe she agreed to this and she can't bring herself to back out or break her promise to do as he says for twenty-four hours. Not that she wants to, it's just she didn't think things would move so fast. 

"It is as good a place as any Alexandra. The clothes don't matter. Think of them as a barrier. If we are naked and talking, it's one less obstacle for us to hide behind. Nakedness is like the truth, sooner or later you get to it." 

"I vote for later." 

He laughs. "That's why I'm not giving you a vote." 

Jamison continues to undress as if what she asked didn't even faze him. He takes off his suit jacket, tie and shirt, placing them neatly over a suit stand. Then he moves over to the large high backed chair next to a reading lamp. Sitting down he takes off his shoes and socks. He places them next to the suit stand. As he turns back to look at Alexandra, he notes her eyes have not left him as he changes. He looks at her and smiles, maintaining eye contact, and he unbuttons and unzips his pants. "You do know that you have to undress, right?" 

"Why? I'm perfectly comfortable in this." Even as she talks to him, her eyes are fixed on his body. Now, she watches and follows his hands as he loops his thumbs in the waist of his pants and pushes them down his legs. 

"Oh God." The words are out of her mouth before the thought clears her head. 

"No, it's not God Alexandra, just me. But I thank you for the compliment." He smiles, picks up his pants and drapes them over the pant rod. Then without hesitation, he watches Alexandra blush as he removes his boxer briefs and tosses them next to the suit stand. Jamison is a handsome man and confident in his body. He walks naked over to the bed and sits on the side of the bed facing Alexandra. 

She is standing behind the couch with one of the pillows in her hands. She is immobilized but she can't take her eyes off Jamison's naked form. 

"Alexandra put that pillow down and come here." His tone is even but leaving no room for questioning. 

Slowly, she places the pillow on the couch and walks to him. She stops about two feet away from him and just stares into his eyes. 

"Alexandra, I want you to undress for me." His eyes are dark, blackened as the midnight sky. His face is strong looking, hard but handsome in a rough sort of way. His cheek bones are high, his nose prominent and straight, and his strong jaw is tight. The only soft aspects of his face are his lips, especially when he is genuinely smiling. 

Alexandra continues to look at him. Her eyes are examining his body from top to bottom. His neck is strong, his shoulders broad and muscular. His arms are well defined as is his chest. His abdomen is flat and tight but not overly muscled. There is no hair on his chest or abdomen. In fact, now that she looks more closely, he has no body hair not even on his balls or penis. The only hair on his body is a light dusting on his forearms and calf area. As she continues her exam, she can't help but see that Jamison is fully erect. 

He is sitting on the side of the bed and his erection reaches up just passed his belly button. Alexandra can't take her eyes off of him. She is examining him inch by inch. He has a large penis. It's thick, firm, and dark pink at the head. The thick vein that runs from the base of his penis to the rim of its head is fully engorged and distends off his penis like it's its own mountain range. Without realizing what she is doing, Alexandra sighs deeply and runs her tongue across the slit of her mouth, moistening both her upper and lower lips. 

With that move, Jamison gasps. "Alexandra. You are killing me here woman." 

Finally, she breaks her preoccupation with his naked body and looks at him. Still she doesn't realize that she has been inspecting him and staring at his naked body for the past five minutes. 

"I think you have seen most of what there is to see Alexandra. Now it's my turn." He smiles as he watches her face and neck blush bright pink. 

"I'm sorry Jamison. I really didn't mean to stare, but you really are a beautiful looking man." She can only manage a shy smile as she shakes her head to clear her thoughts. 

"No need to apologize. Thank you for the compliment. Although I might prefer you used something like ruggedly handsome as oppose to beautiful." 

Laughing she smiles back at him, "You are that too. But really, you are beautiful." 

"Thank you again. Now, that is enough with the delay tactics. I want you to undress for me and join me in bed. If I remember correctly, we have some lessons to be learned." 

"Why do I need to undress? I don't need to be undressed to learn." She looks at him questioningly. 

A little annoyed with her delay and her response Jamison decides to put an end to it. "Alexandra, do you remember when you agreed that you wanted to be here? Do you remember when I told you I do not like to repeat myself? Do you remember agreeing to do whatever I say without question for the next twenty-four hours?" 

Quietly she responds, "Yes." And then bites her inner cheek to stop herself from saying anything else. 

"Then let's go with the assumption that the answer to any more questions like that is all of those reasons. However, I will focus on the fact that you agreed to do what I say without question from here forward. Understood?" 

"Yes." 

"Good. Now, strip for me." His voice is commanding and leaves no room for discussion. He takes a deep cleansing breath in and slowly releases it as Alexandra reaches for the zipper on the side of her dress. 

"Alexandra, the first thing I want you to remove is that necklace!" He sounds a little disturbed and a little angry when he hears himself. 

"I know I'm not supposed to ask any questions, but I can't help this one. Why are you so preoccupied with my necklace?" 

Jamison takes a deep breath and sighs. "When I first saw it, I thought it was a collar. It wasn't until I asked Stephan about it that he told me it was just a necklace and didn't have any significant meaning." 

"What is a collar and what meaning does it hold?" She asks as she unhooks the lock of her necklace and removes it. She places it on the bedside table next to the lamp. 

Watching her as she continues to undress, Jamison explains. "A collar, specifically one like your necklace, is called a "day collar." It is worn during the day when a sub is out doing her "normal" life activities. When a sub is home or in play, she would wear a leather collar or a play collar that is more 'user friendly'. No matter what type of collar or what material it is made from the significance is what matters. A sub who wears a collar is acknowledging that she or he belongs to their Dom/Domme. They are stating that they are in a committed relationship and are not open to or looking for anyone else." 

"Oh. So, you thought I belonged to someone?" Alex pulls her arms from her sleeves and her dress falls to the floor. She is standing in front of Jamison in her blue underwire teddy, matching lace panties, stockings and heels. As she bends to pick up her dress, Jamison has the perfect view of her breasts. 

"Yes." He answers as his breath catches in his throat. 

"I'm curious, just when did you speak to Stephan about the meaning of my necklace?" She eyes him suspiciously. 

"Why?" He returns her look and his eyes light up. I should have known she would pick up on the significance of the collar and my stupid timing issue. She is smart Jamison; keep your wits about you. 

"I was just wondering if you were still under the belief that I was committed to someone as you were teasing and flirting with me. I would think that would be against some rule or code of ethics or something." 

"I'll concede to the teasing, but I don't remember flirting! I'm sure there was no flirting." He smiles. 

"Don't try to stall or divert me. Are you going to answer my original question?" 

"No! Now keep stripping." 

"Chicken!" 

Jamison laughs at her barb at him. "That's way too many questions for someone who isn't supposed to ask any." He gently reminds her. 

Alexandra folds her dress. She turns on her heel and saunters over to the high back chair and places it over the back. She makes an exaggerated bending motion so that her panties pull up and expose her ass more. Hearing his dry voice, as he tries to clear his throat she smiles at him. "Are you alright?" 

"Almost, just a few more articles of clothing and I will be perfectly fine." 

"Really?" She asks in a playful tone. 

"Yes really. Now keep going. I am only human Alexandra and I've already informed you how I detest waiting." 

"Ok. You keep teaching and I'll keep undressing. For every question you answer, I'll take off another piece of clothing." 

He shakes his head no. "There is no bargaining here Alexandra. Remember do as I say for twenty-four hours." He is challenging her to see how far she will push him. 

"I know. And I did agree, but you have to admit, my way would be more fun. You know with anticipation, delayed gratification and all of that." She winks at him. 

"Alexandra, you wouldn't be trying to play me would you? That would not bode well for you if you were. We might have to delay the conversational aspects of the education and skip right to the punishment section." His voice is a little more sinister sounding and a chill runs up her spine. 

"No. I've been pre-warned about trying to play or manipulate you. I was just trying to make a game out of this." She responds truthfully. 

"So, I would guess that Ashley shared that tidbit of wisdom with you?" He watches as she reaches back to unhook the bra section of her silk teddy. Once it is unhooked, she reaches down and very slowly pulls it over her head. Her breasts are exposed to full view. She tosses her teddy to join her dress and her breasts bounce a little. 

Jamison sighs loudly. "The panties next." 

Alexandra nods and slips her panties down her thighs to her knees. She realizes if she tries to take them off while standing on one stiletto she will fall. She reaches out a hand to Jamison, "A little help here please before I fall on my butt." 

Instead of taking her hand, he gets off the bed and kneels in front of her. He reaches for her panties and takes them down to her ankles. Realizing he is going to finish the job for her, she places her hands on his shoulders for support. She lifts first one leg and then the other so that he can take the panties off and over her stiletto heels. 

Jamison remains in front of her. His head is just above her pubic area. He looks up and sees her intently watching him. He nods his head toward her stockings and asks, "May I?" Alexandra hesitates, than nods yes. Slowly he runs his hands up over her calves, along the outsides of her knees, than he places one hand on the inside of her knee while the other remains on the outside. He continues to move them slowly up the thigh of her left leg. When he reaches the lace top of her stocking, he traces the lace with his fingers. Now, it's Alexandra's turn to sigh. Her hands tighten on his shoulders and his fingers sink into his muscle as an electrical impulse fires from the core of her sex through the rest of her body. She holds on to him to balance herself. 

Gently, he taps his hand between her thighs motioning her to spread her legs apart. She follows his meaning and separates her legs a few inches more. He moans as he sees her labia open a little. He takes a deep breath and her scent enters his nostrils. She smells of a floral scent, it must be some sort of body shampoo, and a base of musk. He encircles her thigh with his fingers and slowly draws her stocking down her leg. When he reaches her ankle, he leaves the stocking and removes the back strap of her heels. Then he slides the heel from her foot, followed by the stocking. He repeats the same maneuver on her right leg. 

When he stands in front of her, she is not sure what he is going to do. He leans down to her face, brushes the loose hairs back and kisses her. He takes his time as his tongue slides over her bottom lip. He lightly kisses her mouth before he enters it with his tongue. He explores the hollows of her cheeks, traces the ridges of her teeth and then slowly sucks her tongue into his mouth. Her body leans into his and he can feel her firm breast against his rib cage. Her nipples are hard. Her breast brush against him with each breath she takes. He can feel the shiver over her back as his arms encircle her and trace down her spine coming to rest on the curve of her bare ass. 

He separates from the kiss. Then he leans back in and nips her bottom lip with his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to startle her. She jumps and laughs at his unexpected move. Jamison smiles at her then slaps her ass with enough force to leave a little sting. 

"Ouch! What was that for?" She asks, rubbing her ass cheek. 

"For making me wait so long to see you naked." He looks her up and down and then says, "Now that is the definition of beautiful." 

She returns his smile. "Thank you, but I don't believe ten hours to see someone naked can be considered 'so long.' Is it ok to ask you a question?" 

"I'm in shock you waited this long. Go ahead." His voice is playful but weary of what she might ask. 

"Is this slapping thing a habit of yours or is this some type of prep work for me?" Tilting her head to the side, she looks back at the pink hand print on her ass as she watches for his reaction. 

He laughs. "I would have to say a little of both. I do enjoy slapping your ass whenever the chance presents itself, so you will have to get used to it if you decide to continue after our twenty-four hours. Also, you should know that spanking is often a key ingredient in play sessions. It is used both for pleasure and for punishment. Of course that is entirely different from a simple slap on the ass but the basic foundation is the same." 

"Good to know. May I go now?" She says in a totally serious manner. 

Jamison is taken back, she can't mean it. "What?" 

"Oh Jamison, I'm just kidding. I may get scared off, but it won't be by a little ass slap or talk of spanking. I'm going to wait to hear about the really terrifying stuff before I run with my tail between my legs." She smiles at him and brushes her hand down his cheek, resting it there. 

"You had me there for a second." He takes her hand and kisses it. "Now, get in bed so we can start educating you." 




Learning the Rules Ch. 04



She laughs, "You know you're not the only one with an Ivy League education. I went to Cornell for my undergrad program and Yale for my grad studies. Both of which are ranked in the top ten for my field of study. So, I want you to know that I am a good student and a fast learner." 

"Trust me baby, I'm counting on all of that." Then he lifts her up and unceremoniously tosses her into the bed. 

Alexandra smiles up at him as her body bounces on the thick mattress. "Good, then I won't have to mention that I graduated with honors from both schools." 

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Jamison positions Alexandra flat on her back in the center of the bed. He lies next to her on his side so he can look at her while they talk. 

"Alexandra if we only have twenty-four hours, I want to make the most of them. I'm hoping we have a lot more, but if you choose differently, I want to know I gave it my best shot. Do you understand?" 

"I think so. I'm guessing that's part of the reason our education session is taking place in the nude." She smiles, but she hears the concern and seriousness in his voice. "Are you asking something specific?" 

"I told you I would let you know what I was going to do before I did anything. I told you, for now, I would ask for your consent. So, I'm telling and I'm asking. As we talk, I want to be able to touch you. I want to be able to kiss you. I want to have access to your body with my hands and my mouth. Are you ok with that plan?" 

She hesitates and looks into his eyes. ""Ok, I think I am. Yes, I'm ok with you doing that. But...I'm nervous Jamison, really nervous. I've never done anything like this. I've never even had a one night stand. So, not only is this BDSM thing new to me, but this is all new to me. I feel like I want to try this, but..." 

Jamison continues to keep focus with her. "But what, Alexandra? It's ok. You can tell me anything? I won't judge you or get mad. It will help me if I know what you're thinking, feeling. I'll be better able to judge where we are with things and where I should go next with you. Tell me, but what?" 

"But..." she takes a deep breath, "But I don't want to appear stupid or inexperienced. I don't want to be a disappointment or look foolish. I'm not comfortable feeling any of those things. I've avoided those things most of my life and I don't even know how to deal with those feelings. I've never really had to and now, I'm placing myself in a position that may force me to deal with each of them." 

He lifts up onto his elbow to see her better. He looks into her eyes and strokes her face. "That was pretty courageous of you to admit that to me. Thank you." He gently kisses her forehead, then her eyes, the tip of her nose and then her mouth. "I promise you will not have to feel any of those things. I'm not here to judge you or your past. I'm here to share the right now and hopefully the future with you. If you don't place any of those labels on yourself, I won't and no one else will either. We all start somewhere Alexandra. We have all been at the beginning at some point in our lives. Don't let the fear stop you from enjoying something new." 

"I promise I won't hurt you in any way. I just want you to not only learn information tonight, but to learn what it feels like to just let someone else take control. To let yourself go, let yourself feel, and let your mind and body be open. I promise I'll keep it mild. We can't get too carried away until you're more informed and we share some medical information with each other anyway. Safety is another top priority all of my play is SSC. I'm not just speaking of medical and health safety but, all forms of safety. There will be nothing too heavy tonight. If it's too much for you all you have to do is say your full name and I will stop. Just say Alexandra Newman and I stop whatever I'm doing at the time. Understand?" 

"You'll stop if I just say my full name? You promise? And you won't be mad?" She's quiet but she wants to do this, she is just nervous and it's so unfamiliar to her. 

"I'll stop, I promise. I won't be mad." His words are so soft that she can't help but believe him. "Alexandra, I want you to think about how you feel, about what you are thinking. I want you to be as aware as possible of your body, your emotions, and your thoughts. We will talk about them later or maybe tomorrow. We have to see how things go and I'll decide later. Any questions or issues that you want or need addressed?" 

"You mentioned your play is 'SSC'. What does that mean?" Alexandra turns more to look at Jamison for his explanation. 

Sensing her nervousness along with a little fear in her voice, Jamison answers her question in a way he hopes will relieve her anxiety and fear, at least somewhat. "SSC means that everything I do with a partner is done as safely as possible. It means that we play together in a manner that even though we know there are inherent risks, we have educated ourselves of them and have a plan of action if something should occur. More importantly, it means we have taken actions to prevent any adverse events. It also means that we are aware of the risk of play. That we give our clear and knowledgeable consent to our play activities. That we are playing in a Sane state, our minds and bodies are free from the effects of drugs, alcohol, and other things that may cloud our judgment and decision making, like rage or anger. SSC is the acronym for Safe, Sane, and Consensual. It is the maxim that most people living in a BDSM community or relationship live by. Does my answer make sense to you?" 

"Yes, it does. Jamison thanks for being so patient with all of my questions. I know I promised not to ask any but, there is a lot to learn and that's the best way for me to do it. At least until I do some research. They didn't have this as an elective at Columbia or Yale." 

He laughs. "Maybe they should have, maybe more institutions of 'higher learning' should include a class or two on it. I can guarantee that the classes would be filled to capacity." 

Now, Alexandra seems a little less stressed and is laughing with him. The picture to him is almost perfect. The two of them are just lying naked in bed together laughing, it's almost perfect! Reassuringly he adds, "Alexandra, I want you to ask questions that will help you to understand more about this life choice. What I don't want is you simply asking questions to delay or to second guess my wishes or my directives. There's a big difference. Understand?" 

Alexandra bites the inner side of her cheek and nods her head. "Yes, Jamison, I know what you mean." 

"Ok. Then let's address the original two terms. BDSM and Dom." He gently strokes his fingers along her collar bone, back and forth, first the right side than the left. "BDSM is an all-encompassing term. It includes B for Bondage, D for Discipline/Dominance, S for Submission and some use S for Slave or Sadism and M for Master or Masochism. To be clear up front, I do not participate in the Sado/Masochistic activities that others do. I don't judge, I just don't participate. Do you understand the difference?" 

"Yes." She whispers unsteadily as his hand gently strokes down her sternum and back up to her breasts. 

As he traces over the soft tissue of her breast he starts, his voice a little lighter and softer in tone, "Now I will explain a little about a Dom and what Ashley meant by a Dom's Dom. Although, I will say I don't agree with her. Many people, even people in the scene, view the role of a Dominant differently. A "Dom" is the Dominant in the relationship. The position can be referred to as a Top or by some a Master, but I believe that Master brings a different meaning and has a different relationship with their sub or slave than a Dom does. But to be fair, the origin of Dom comes from the Latin Dominatus which is the root of Dominus. Dominus is Latin for Master." 

He gives her a chance to take that all in as he slowly traces circles around her areola and nipple. Alexandra sighs as he squeezes her breast and then shrieks as he pinches her rucked nipple. He moves to her right breast and pinches the nipple until it peaks and is hard. Then he lowers his head and takes it into his mouth sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue across the tip over and over. As his tongue plays with her right nipple he returns his fingers to her left. He rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, applying as much friction as possible. He continues to play with her nipples harshly for several minutes until she starts to squirm in the bed. Her nipples start to burn from the constant friction of his tongue and fingers. Alexandra moans loudly and arches her chest upward to deepen the contact. 

He removes his mouth and fingers from her as she gives out a little cry. He is looking at her face and her eyes are glossing over. "Alexandra are you still paying attention?" He smiles at her relaxed state. He is impressed that she was willing to allow him his way and more impressed by how well she is responding to his touch. 

"Yes, I'm with you Jamison." She sounds very sleepy. 

"Good. Our relationship would be a Dom/sub relationship. I don't want to be anyone's Master and I definitely don't what to have the responsibility of a slave. A Dom/sub means I would lead or control the activities within the relationship. I would make the decisions. I would guide the relationship. As the Dom, I would be responsible for you and your well-being. That means every decision I make takes in to account not only my feelings, but yours. What is good for you, what you would like, what you are comfortable with but also, what I believe you need to achieve, to overcome, to grow and develop. Outside of our time together we would live our lives as we do now. The only difference would be that when we were together or communicating in some form, we would be in the Dom/sub roles and behave accordingly. Even if we were in public together, I would expect the roles to stay in place. Still with me?" 

"MmmHmm." Alexandra takes a deep breath as Jamison's hand traces down her abdomen and around her belly button. 

"Alexandra, do you know what I mean by that?" 

"Yes, I think so." She says quietly, her eyes half closed. 

"Explain to me what you think I mean. I want to make sure you're not just hearing what I'm saying but that you understand the meaning of what I'm telling you." 

"Ok. In summary, if I have this right, you mean that we would have a relationship where you would call the shots. You would make the decisions and be the responsible lead in the relationship. I would be accepting you in that role and I would be agreeing to follow your decisions. Yes, I know, without question." She giggles. "I would do this knowing that you have taken in to consideration my feelings and how your decisions would affect me, us, our relationship and its growth. That you don't take things lightly and that you are responsible for me, for us, and for the relationship's path and growth." She yawns and gives a little stretch, tightening and rubbing her breast under Jamison's hand. 

"That was very good Alexandra; that was a very good summary. I'm glad to know you were listening." Jamison smiles at her and pinches her nipple and forces her eyes open. 

"Ouch!" She looks over at him. Looking pleased with herself, she says, "I told you I was a good student and a quick learner." 

Jamison kisses her smug little smile right off her face. His kiss starts off slow, but quickly escalates into a deep and passionate kiss. He possesses her mouth with his as his tongue roams wildly. His hand holds her jaw and she is unable to move her head or her mouth. His grip is firm but not painfully so. He wants this possession, this little show of dominance. He wants to give her just a sample of things to come. When he releases the kiss, Alexandra gasps for a breath. His tongue practically filled her mouth and was so far down her throat, she was barely able to get air past it. 

Alexandra's eyes are moist as if she is going to cry but she blinks them back and just looks at Jamison. "May I ask what that was all about or is that an off limits question?" Her voice is quiet and questioning, but there is no recrimination in it. 

Jamison's face is just a few inches away. He is still so close that as he speaks, she can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. "That was a little example of what it would feel like to be in a relationship with me. I'd only be making an educated guess here, but I would say you felt a little unsure, a little nervous; a little turned on, and a little excited. I would go further to say that while you were a little unsure and maybe frightened; you didn't want it to stop. That you wanted the kiss and the feelings it caused to continue. Even though my grip on your jaw and face was firm and maybe a little uncomfortable, it gave you a sense of stability or comfort knowing I was in control. Maybe even a sense of relief that you didn't need to do or couldn't do anything about what was happening. You felt a reprieve from being the one in charge all the time. It was a relief to feel that you could just accept my actions and respond to them. If those are some of feelings you just had, they are an example of what you would feel everyday if you choose to be with me, to explore with me, and to join me in my BDSM life. 

Alexandra couldn't do or say anything. She was stunned. Jamison had just described everything she was feeling and thinking. She was shocked at how well he had done just that. It was as if he were in her head reading her thoughts and in her body, reading her feelings. She just lied in the bed, staring up into his face. Her head barely nodded in an affirmative manner. But Jamison saw it and took it for all it was worth. He was at least sure now, that they would have more than the original twenty-four hours and that was a place to start. 

"I think that's enough talk for tonight. You have to be able to listen to what I'm saying and to understand the meaning of what I say. You're too tired to comprehend anything of importance right now. I can tell by the look in your eyes that your brain is turning off, but your body will be turning on very soon." All the while he has been talking to her, his fingers and hands have been on their own journey. 

As he finishes his statement he traces the path his fingers just took with little kisses down the center of her abdomen. His hand starts to massage the fatty tissue over her pubis and she moans again. His fingers stretch down to the sides as her mound becomes her labia. With his forefinger and middle finger he lightly traces her labial lips down between her legs and then back up to their juncture. Slowly and ever so gently he traces them up and down, down and up, over and over. He gently draws his nails over her lips as he brings them forward and makes little circles over the apex of her sex. He does this for a few more minutes as he stares at his hand manipulating her body with his touch. Alexandra starts to whimper and push her pelvis forward. 

He whispers to her. "Alexandra, I'm going to touch inside your sex now. I want to feel you. I want to feel you respond to my touch." He waits a moment to give her a chance to take her out. She remains quiet. Gently he slips two fingers between her lips and spreads them apart. She quietly cries out his name "Jamison," as she gasps for a breath. After all of their talk and all of his teasing, she is ready for his touch. She needs him to touch her. Her pulse is pounding in her head and her breathing has quickened. 

He continues to slide his fingers inside of her. She is so soft and warm. Her folds are like the satin of his bed linen and they slide against his fingers just as softly. She is so wet he can see the excess sex juices collecting on his fingers as they exit her sex only to re-enter her multiple times. He continues to touch her, moving his fingers through every crevice, tracing every fold, his fingers travel over every inch of her sex. He stops over her vaginal opening and starts to trace around the soft skin in circles. 

Alexandra cries out, "Jamison please. Please stop." She pulls her legs together in order to break contact or at least stop his hands from the continued torture of his teasing. 

"Alexandra, open your legs for me." He takes his free hand and places it between her thighs so he can spread her legs. She is clenched so tight he can feel her leg muscles contracting stiffly in place. 

"Alexandra, I will not repeat myself. Remember your promise." He says with full authority in his voice. "NOW Alexandra, I want you to do as I say." As she gradually opens her legs to him, she gives a little cry as he deliberately strokes over her clit to punish her for denying him access to her. 

Jamison hesitates until she bucks her hips forward and reaches for his hand. He grabs her hand with his free hand and brings it up to his lips, but he continues his teasing of her sex with his other hand. Kissing her lower abdomen, he slowly whispers, pausing between each statement. "Do you really want me to stop Alexandra?... If you do you know what to say... Do you really want to stop?" Even as he whispers this his fingers never stop their orchestration over her clit and around her vaginal opening. 

Alexandra pushes her hips forward. "No, don't stop. Just stop teasing me. I can't take it much longer. Please Jamison." He continues to stroke her sex. Before he lowers his mouth to her he gently asks, "Alexandra, in order to continue, I have to ask, when the last time you were tested for HIV or STD's was?" 

She is immediately brought back to reality by his question. Alexandra takes a deep breath before answering. "I was tested for everything including HIV, STD's, and Herpes Virus about four months ago. All of my tests were negative." Then she goes one step further. "I have never had or tested positive for any STD or HIV. And you?" 

"I was tested about six months ago, for the same viruses and I had a complete physical. All my tests were negative and I'm in very good health." He takes a second and goes on to ask, "Alexandra, do you have scheduled testing or did something occur that made you concerned?" Jamison is aware that they should have had this conversation earlier, but he really didn't think Alexandra was going to be so cooperative and open to this level of intimacy. It's off timing but, it needs to be done. 

She blushes as she answers and she turns her head away from him. She doesn't want to look at him as she tells him the truth. "I was tested because.." 

Jamison stops her before she continues. "Alexandra, look at me." He reaches over and touches her cheek, moving her face so that she has to look at him. "Go on." 

Alex closes her eyes and then opens them and looks directly at Jamison. Her voice is steadier than it was earlier. "I was tested four months ago because I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me a few weeks before I broke up with him. I left him about a year ago and I had my first test right before I broke up with him. Then I had one six months later and was told by my doctor I should follow up in another six months to be on the safe side. So, four months ago, was my six month check-up." 

He nods and remains silent for a moment. "How many lovers or sex partners have you had in the past year?" 

She swallows the lump he just put in her throat. God, could this get more embarrassing? I should have made sure we had this conversation before I took my clothes off. I know better. He knows better. Am I really telling him all my shit on the first night? Isn't that against the dating rules? Isn't written somewhere that you don't dump all your ex-dating history and personal shit on your first date? 

"Alexandra, I know it's harder for you. You're not use to having to share all of your personal information with people. But it's just the two of us here and you're safe with me. Your information is safe with me. In fact, tomorrow, I'm going to give you a folder to look through. It has all of my medical information in it and you can read it and ask me all the questions your little heart desires. But right now, I really need to know this information." 




Learning the Rules Ch. 04



"Why Jamison, why do you need to know this right now?" He can see the questions in her eyes. 

Jamison looks her directly in her eyes. His pupils dilate and his eyes become dark, almost black with lust. Without hesitation he tells her, "Because I want to taste you. I want to put my mouth on your sex. I want my tongue inside you and I want to drink from you. That's why." That said, he places his hand back between her legs and inserts his fingers back into her sex. Thank God she's wet. She's getting wetter right now. I can feel her soaking my fingers. If she doesn't answer me soon, I'm going to wring her little neck. 

Alexandra sucks in deep breath. His words actually stopped her from breathing for a few seconds. I can't believe what he just said. I can't believe after being shut down so abruptly earlier that his words brought me right back to where we were before our HIV/STD conversation. I can't believe his fingers are in me and I can feel myself wetting him. Oh my God will this get any stranger? What the hell am I thinking? Of course this is going to get stranger. It's going to get much stranger. Just answer him already. Just tell him. Does it really matter? He is going to want to know a lot more before our twenty-four hours is up. This might be the simple stuff. Oh God, I hope not. 

"You're killing me Jamison. I want you to know that you are killing me." 

"Answer please or we are both going to die here if you don't let me take what I want." His fingers have started to move again and Alexandra is having a hard time concentrating. 

"None, I have not had any lovers or sex partners since I left him. I've been celibate." She takes a deep breath as her head falls back when his fingers come in contact with her clit. "Oh God!" 

"Good. That's very good to hear." He pants. He feels like sharing a little more information with her than he originally planned. "Just so you know I haven't had any partners since I moved my last partner and sub out of my house over a year ago. Seventeen months to be exact." He takes a few more breaths as he readjust his position. "So, you're in good company, because I've been in Celibacy Hell with you." 

"You're kidding." She barely gets the words out as her hips buck up from his touch. His fingers are torturing her and her poor little clit. The throbbing is getting worse and she feels like she is going to explode any minute; if he would just stop talking and get on with it. "Oh God Jamison. You are really killing me here." 

"No. I'm not." The next thing she was feeling was Jamison flicking his tongue over her exposed firm pink nub and his lips as they pressed against her and formed a seal around her clit. He slowly starts to suckle it and then picks up speed. His rapid sucking motion is too much for Alexandra to bear. Alex cries out "Fuck!" "Oh God, Jamison please." After what seems like hours of teasing and postponed gratification, Alex doesn't have much restraint left. 

Jamison continues his oral assault on her clit and then thrust his middle finger into her vagina. When he feels how wet she is he quickly adds a second finger. His fingers move in counterpoint to the suction of his mouth on her clit. In and out, in and out, he plunges his fingers into her vagina until he feels the spongy tissue on her anterior wall. He starts to tap the pads of his fingers rapidly over this tissue as his mouth suckles her clit and his tongue whips back and forth over her peaked clit. 

Alexandra is writhing with need and her hips start to buck up and down off the bed. She starts to move frantically side to side to find some sort of release. Her hands are pulling at the bed sheets as she moves from side to side in a rocking motion. As she rocks back and forth, she feels Jamison's erection rub against her thigh. In a moment of pure desire and need Alexandra reaches down and grabs hold of his penis. She starts stroking it up and down until he releases a moan into her sex. Her hand slips upward and her thumb caresses over his head. She feels his wet tip from where he is leaking pre-cum fluid. "Jamison, please." She is trying to look down at him but is unable to see into his eyes as he slowly lifts his head. He can see the glassy look in her eyes. She is ready to cum and she is pleading for release. 

He increases the pace of his fingers and intermittently taps the pads of his fingers on the spongy tissue as he continues to fill her by adding a third finger. He returns his mouth to her clit and sucks her hard. Then he lightly runs the edges of his teeth over her nub pulling it upward. Alex can take no more, she cries out his name as she orgasms. She is soaked and her cum coats Jamison's fingers and the base of his chin. The quiet is broken by one word called over and over as she cums into his hand and he starts to lick her clean. "Jamison, Jamison, Jamison." Is all she gets out between gasping breaths. 

As her orgasm completes itself Alexandra's body starts to calm to baseline. She turns to Jamison to find him at her side staring into her face. He is lying on his side and gently massaging her rubbing his hand down her ribs, over her hip, along her thigh. He slowly guides his hand all the way up to her breast and then down to her thigh again. 

Alexandra looks into his eyes as her hand reaches for Jamison's erection. He stops her hand before she touches him. She asks, "What about you? Don't you want to take care of that?" 

"Yes, I do but this isn't about me right now. This is about you. This is your time to learn not only what your mind doesn't know, but what your body hasn't experienced. We will have a lot to discuss tomorrow and you will have a lot to do and to think about over the rest of the weekend. Sleep now, we'll talk again tomorrow." 

Jamison gives her a last kiss and pulls the bed covers over them. He cradles her in his arms and pulls her toward him. "Alexandra, did you enjoy your first lesson?" 

Half asleep, she answers quietly, "Yes, very much. Thank you." In minutes she is asleep in his arms and he closes his eyes thinking of his lesson plan for tomorrow. 

To be continued... 

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Learning the Rules Ch. 05



Chapter 5: The Lesson Plan Begins

Alexandra's education of BDSM begins and she just may learn more than she bargained for. Alexandra will find that learning basic concepts and meanings of words is one thing. Learning about Jamison and his practice is a totally different lesson. One thing she will learn in no uncertain terms is that the novice is no match for the Teacher when it comes to certain subjects. And the Teacher will not deal with breaking rules, disobedience or willfulness. If Alexandra studies and completes her homework, she will be rewarded. If not, she will be punished. Jamison can see the benefits in either outcome.

Thank you for your feedback on the last two chapters. Please continue to comment. I love to read your thoughts and comments on the story and characters. Once again my thanks. Enjoy the journey!

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Jamison awakes early; the sun is just beginning to stream through his bedroom windows. He reaches over for his watch and checks the time. It's barely six thirty. He takes a deep breath in and places his watch back on the bedside table. It's too early to wake up. He has barely had three and half hours of sleep. He looks over to Alexandra. She is asleep with a hint of a smile on her face. 

The blanket has fallen from her shoulder and her breast is exposed. Staring at her he studies her as she sleeps. His eyes slowly trace the contours of her face. They glide over her forehead, down to her eyes, noticing her long dark silky eyelashes, the straight nose, her high cheek bones rose pink as if she is blushing from his intense gaze. His eyes continue their journey over her lush full lips. Lips he remembers only too well from kissing them last night. Jamison remembers how soft and warm they were. How compliant she was to open them to him. How eagerly she returned his kisses. He wants to reach out and trace her lips. He wants to moisten his finger between her lips and insert it into her mouth. He wants to feel her suck it. 

The thought of Alexandra sucking his finger brings other more erotic thoughts to mind. He pictures those lush soft lips around his cock. He pictures her warm moist mouth enclosing around him, her tongue gliding along the length of his shaft and sucking him deep into her throat. God, what am I doing? I have to stop before I wake her and take her right now. It's too soon. It's way too soon. She's not ready. She needs to be better informed of what she is getting into. She needs to really want this and be as knowledgeable as possible before we go much further.

Even as Jamison is thinking these things, he realizes his cock is throbbing hard and fully erect. He takes a few deep breaths and slowly exhales. He closes his eyes in an attempt to clear his thoughts. He is in better control of his situation now, but unsure how long he will be able to last. It is one test after another for him since he first saw Alexandra come out of that taxi. 

His gaze continues to flow down her neck. Her head is slightly turned away from him and he watches the pulse point in her neck. He reaches out to touch it. Lightly he places two fingers over her pulse and closes his eyes. He concentrates on the point where their bodies touch, her neck to his fingertips. He can feel her pulse. It is almost as if with every beat, there is an exchange of energy between them. As if her pulse has entered his body through that contact point.

He opens his eyes and finishes his visual journey down her neck to her chest. Slowly his finger follows his gaze. His touch is light so as to not wake Alexandra. As his gaze caresses over the curve of her full breast, so does Jamison's finger tips. He can't stop himself or more accurately, he simply refuses to. He traces over the soft warm tissue. He encircles her areola and he flicks his fingers over her nipple causing it to become firm and erect. He hears Alexandra sigh and her hand comes up and encloses over his. Too late, she is awake.

Alexandra turns to look at Jamison and smiles as she stretches out. "Good morning." She stretches again, raising her arms up and exposing both breasts to Jamison's view. "Did you sleep well?" She asks in a sleepy morning voice and smiles at him contently.

He returns her smile and with a hint of amusement and answers. "I slept fair for all of about three hours but I woke up extremely well." As he speaks, his hand continues to play with Alexandra's breast. Jamison is stroking back and forth over the soft mound of her breast, giving special attention to her rucked nipple. Her nipple becomes even more firm under his touch; he gives it a pinch and holds it tight between his two fingertips.

Alexandra squeaks out an "Ouch!" and arches her chest up. The unexpected pain has her reaching to pull his hand away from her breast. As her hand reflexively grasps for his wrist, she hears his voice bark out in the quiet of the room.

"Don't do it." Three little words and immediately her hand freezes. It isn't so much the words that stopped her, but the tone in which they were spoken. It was a hard firm tone. One that, in no indefinite terms said, do as I say. Her mind clears the shock of the pain and she remembers who she's with and just what their bargain was and what she has agreed to. Twenty-four hours of following his commands, no questions asked.

She moves her hand away and places her arm back down at her side. Alexandra takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. She is trying to focus on anything else but the tight sharp constant pressure being applied to her nipple. Her mind closes out the outside world and she starts an internal conversation. 

Focus Alexandra, breathe and focus. Remain calm. It's not that bad. You can do this. Just breathe and focus. Ignore the pain, ignore the burning, and ignore the pressure. Breathe and focus. Inhale and exhale, you can do it. Get your mind off the pain. Remember Alexandra this is only a sample of what things will be like. This is only a very small example of what things will be like between you if you decide to continue a relationship with him. This is a small sample, an introduction, for your twenty-four hour commitment. He's holding back the big stuff. God, can I handle the big stuff? Slowly she refocuses her minds energy elsewhere and absorbs his touch.

"Alexandra, that's good. Take the pain, feel it, process it, and then deal with it. You're doing great." Slowly Jamison releases the pressure on her nipple. Then leans over and takes it into his mouth. Sucking lightly he slowly builds up the pressure. Once again, Alexandra is responding to the pain. This time, it is more pleasurable to her. She has better control over it and she is handling it much better. This time her moan is an "ahh" as opposed to an "ouch." 

As Jamison continues to sooth her sore nipple with his mouth, his hand explores her other breast. Now, he has one erect nipple in his mouth and the other is being tweaked by his fingers. Alexandra's breathing is starting to pick up its pace. Her back arches and she pushes her breast up to increase the contact with Jamison. Chills flow over her body as he continues to manipulate her nipples. The warmth from between her legs starts to spread outward as she clenches and constricts her pelvic muscles. Jamison's tongue and his touch are causing her sex to respond and she is becoming aroused. Alexandra can feel herself becoming wet.

Even with his mouth full of her nipple and breast tissue, Jamison laughs. It's muddled, but it is noticeably a laugh. Alexandra is surprised by his laughter and curious as to what he finds funny. Now, with her wits a little more focused on his laughter versus his touch she asks, "What is so funny? What are you laughing about?" 

Jamison can hear the frustration in her voice. He decides to tease with her. How long will it take for me to get her angry and then return her to a wanton state? As he thinks this, he asks himself if he is being fair by taunting her. I shouldn't start the morning off by teasing her. There is a lot to do today and I really shouldn't be playing around. I have too many things to take care of and I have a lesson plan to explain to her. But, fun is a priority and I may only have these twenty-four hours. So, to play or not to play? That is the question. What's the answer? Yeah, right, like I have to think about it. The answer is to play!  

"I just found it a little funny how fast you went from wanting my hand away from you to wanting me all over you." He has laughter in his voice and mischief in his eyes, but Alexandra doesn't identify either of them. She's annoyed with him and his laughter.

"Oh please. Ashley really called it right this time. You are a megalomaniac. Not to mention full of yourself. Just because I enjoyed your touch a little, doesn't mean I want you 'all over me'."

Jamison gives her his best "oh really" look. He stares into her eyes waiting for her to look away. He's surprised and a little impressed that she holds his stare. Good for you Alexandra. Let's see what you do when I turn up the heat a little. Let's see how long before you say 'give.' 

Shaking his head ever so slowly back and forth, as if to say "no, no, no," he gives her a chance to renege on her earlier statement. Alexandra remains stoic and refuses to give in to his pressure, but she is biting the inside of her cheek. He knows she does that when she is nervous. Jamison continues to scrutinize her and read her body language to gauge her level of discomfort with this conversation. 

Jamison decides to go on the offensive and in his most seductive and sexy voice he asks, "So, then you're not turned on right now?" He continues teasingly, "You're not wet for me right now?" He leans in close to her ear and whispers, "If I were to touch you Alexandra, you wouldn't respond to my touch right now? Is that what you're telling me Alexandra?" He hesitates, waiting to see if she will back down but hoping she doesn't. He likes this game. He likes where he can take this. Even now he is planning three moves ahead. He is even enjoying the defiant and challenging look on Alexandra's face. 

Jamison's voice is thick and sultry even to his own ear. He realizes he is getting turned on by his own war of words, his own mind game. He continues to whisper into her ear. With every spoken word, his warm breath caresses Alexandra's ear and the side of her neck. He sends goose bumps down her body as he continues to taunt her with his words. "Because if that is what you're saying Alexandra, then I have three things to tell you. One is I think you're lying. You are either lying to yourself, to me, or to both of us. Because, I know you are turned on right now. The second is I can prove it." He looks at her with a raised eyebrow and a smile that extends from one side of his face to the other.

Alexandra is annoyed by his smug look and his know it all attitude. Go ahead, prove it. The only way you can prove it is by a repeat performance of last night which is fine with me. Or better yet, maybe you won't waste that beautiful hard thick erection of yours and put it to good use this time. You can't hold out on me again. 

Unknowingly, Alexandra is looking at Jamison's erection. She smiles and unwittingly licks her lips before looking back at him. She cocks her head to one side, "That was only two things. I thought you said you had three things to tell me." Now she looks smugly at him. Smiling as if he made an error and she caught him in it.

"I do have three things. I'm saving the last until you answer the questions I have already presented." Jamison saw her examining his erection and true to form, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He holds her eyes in his stare and waits for her answers. "Well, my questions were asked, you know I don't like to wait. So I'm guessing you are wording your answers carefully before you reply." Now both brows are up. He is mocking her and she knows it.

A little shiver runs through Alexandra as she prepares to answer. To prove to him more than to herself that Jamison is also excited, she sits up straight and lets the bedding fall from her, leaving her breasts and abdomen exposed. He can see right down to the curve of her pubic mound and Alexandra knows it. She planned it that way. 

"No, I'm not turned on right now. In fact, if anything, I'm turned off by your smug attitude. No, I'm not wet for you because you are annoying me right now and I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of being wet for you. How's that for a concise answer to your questions? Happy now?" Alexandra realizes she may have gone a little too close to "cocky" and a little too far from "assured," but once again she realizes it's too late now. 

As she looks at Jamison to gauge his response, she sees that he is still smiling. The only problem is it is no longer a smug or playful smile. Now Jamison's smile is one of knowing, one of determination and winning. His eyes have gone from dark brown to that midnight black color. Alexandra swallows and takes a deep breath awaiting his response. There is something about his all-knowing look that makes her the tiniest bit nervous and at the same time more excited.

Jamison moves closer to her. Now, his body is right up against her side. Everything in her head is saying move away, but her body is not responding. He is leaning on one arm and resting on his side as he leans into the side of her body. She can feel his muscled abdomen against her side, his hard erect shaft against her hip, his thigh against hers, and the warmth of his breath on her neck and shoulder as he speaks to her in a soft but no nonsense manner.

"Really Alexandra that is the answer you want to give me? Are you sure?" He holds her steady in his gaze.

"Yes. That is my answer. Can you prove otherwise?" Alexandra smiles as she tosses her challenging words at him.

"Because you're new to this Alexandra, I'm going to give you one last chance to change your answer and come clean to me." He smiles knowingly at her, "If you choose to stick with your answer, there will be consequences Alexandra. And you will pay them when I prove you wrong. That is a promise." He gives her his most wickedly sexy smile.

Jamison shakes his head knowing that she has gone too far and is too stubborn to back track now. She will not be willing to recant her answer. "Are you "happy now" with your answer?" He mocks her with her own words and challenges her at the same time.

"Yes." She replies with more conviction than she really feels at the moment. "Prove me wrong if you dare." She challenges once again.

Jamison laughs. "I gave you your chance Alexandra. Remember that I gave you your chance." Now his eyes are as black as a moonless night and his smile is no longer playful. He has a determined look on his face. One he most likely learned in the boardroom but one that comes in very useful in the bedroom. 

Well Alexandra, I gave you multiple chances. Now you have to pay for your errors. Now, my dear you force me to show you a little more of my Dom side than I was planning to at this stage of your education. But, no lesson is wasted if you learn from it. And believe me my dear Alexandra you are going to learn from this lesson.

"Let me see if I have this right. I don't want to proceed with the wrong assumptions. Assumption one is you're not turned on or excited. Am I correct? He looks like the hunter who is luring in his prey.

"Yes." She nods her head in the affirmative.

"Assumption two is you're not wet for me right now. Correct?" 

"Yes again, you are correct." She smiles and continues to nod.

"Assumption three, you don't believe I can prove one and two not only to be in error, but to be complete lies." 

"Yes." As she answers Jamison all he can think is 'How that was so the Wrong answer Alexandra'. 

"So then I guess there are only two things left for me to do then. Wouldn't you agree?" Now he is smiling and nodding his head at her.

Confusion crosses her face as she tries to figure out what two things he is referring to but she quickly erases it and replaces it with a look that is more self-assured. "And what, pray tell, would they be."

Laughing Jamison informs her, "Alexandra, I think you know what they would be. First, I have to prove you wrong. In doing so, I will be proving that you lied to me. So then, I will have to deal with your lying. I have already explained the rules about not telling the truth. If I remember correctly, it was just last night that you said, 'enough with the telling the truth, I get it.' Since I pointed out to you then that I would only bring that up again if I caught you in a lie, I guess the time is right." He looks at her as if to say "don't you agree." "Second, I will have to deal with your lies. There is only one way to deal with lies and that is through punishment. So, once proven, I will have to punish you."

Jamison watches Alexandra's face as a bright pink blush falls over her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest. Jamison notices that the pulse in her neck is quite a bit faster than it was just a while ago. He wonders if it is because the thought of being punished frightens her or excites her or maybe a little of both. He smiles as he enjoys her discomfort. She isn't as sure of herself as she pretends to be. Realizing there will have to be two punishments for her. One punishment will be for lying to him and the second for her disrespectful answers and behavior. 

Maybe there should be a third for her attempting to manipulate me into pleasing her. I know she is thinking she can get me to bring her to orgasm. I'm sure she thinks I will prove her excitement and state of wetness by either using my fingers, my mouth, or my cock on her. She actually thinks she is a match for me at this. She actually thinks she can challenge me or goad me into doing what she so obviously wants. We'll let this be the first of many lessons she will learn from me.

Alexandra smiles, "But first you have to prove I lied. How do you plan on doing that?" Again her tone is challenging. Her challenge doesn't affect Jamison. He has his plan in place and he is immune to her barbs.

"That my dear is easy." He says as he quickly pulls the bed linen completely off the lower half of her body. Alexandra gasps in surprise as the linen swoosh over her legs and Jamison tosses them to the bottom of the bed. Now she is fully exposed to his view. 

In a reflexive action, in order to protect herself, Alexandra automatically pulls her legs together and bends up at the knees. Pulling her legs up to cover her torso, she wraps her arms around the front of her legs and clasps her hands. She looks at Jamison the way a deer looks at an oncoming car. Alexandra is frozen in place with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

"Not so sure of your answers now are you Alexandra? Are you rethinking your challenges?" Jamison looks at her with a look that can only be described as hungry. He runs his eyes over her from head to toe. 

I see the nervous anxiety in your face Alexandra; you can't hide it. It's your eyes that always give you away. I see your anxiety but I don't see any fear. That's good. I'm glad you don't appear to be afraid. I mostly see regret for getting yourself into this predicament. I'm debating whether or not to be lenient with you Alexandra but I think you would take my leniency the wrong way. You might see it as a weakness and I can't have that, not this early in your education. Also, I realize that that would send the wrong message and first impressions last. So leniency is out I'm afraid and proof and punishment are back on the table.

"Any smart remarks for me now Alexandra?" He isn't being mean or nasty, just straight forward in pointing out the error of her ways.

"No. I was just playing with you Jamison." She swallows in order to clear the dryness in her mouth.




Learning the Rules Ch. 05



"I know and since we were playing our little war of words, I'm not going to take your answers as being completely disrespectful. But you have to admit that you did push the line Alexandra. Can you admit that to me?"

"Yes Jamison. I realize that I pushed the line a bit." Her voice wavers but she continues to look into his eyes.

"Good Alexandra. Thank you for admitting that and being truthful with both of us. Unfortunately, that doesn't change the original three things we have to deal with does it?" He looks at her with a soft but determined demeanor.

"No, but you only told me the first two. What is the third?" She turns to look into his eyes hoping to see some degree of sympathy for her. But she only sees the darkened blackness of his lust filled eyes that say "I told you so" staring back at her. Alexandra realizes her errors, but it is too little too late. Now she has to keep to their agreement and follow Jamison's commands and accept his punishment. 

Damn it, why did I ever agree to any of this? Why did I even come here? Why..why.. Oh, shut up, you know why? It's because he is so damn attractive and sexy and you haven't felt this alive in over a year. That's not true either, you never felt this alive, this in the moment. Damn it, why is my own mind arguing with me and I'm still losing? That's just great, now I can't even win an argument with myself!

"I told you the first was proving you are excited, the second proving you are wet for me; and the third my dear is punishing you for your lies. I may even have additional punishment for your disrespectful words and behavior. I told you rule number one is paramount. No lies will be accepted. Ever. Not even little white lies."

"But.." Alexandra doesn't even get to finish her sentence when Jamison puts his fingers over her lips.

"There are no 'buts' Alexandra, not when it comes to the rules. Now, it is time to address your lies. Remember our agreement. You promised to answer my questions truthfully and to follow my commands without question. I hadn't planned to introduce punishment to you yet, but you have made it impossible for me not to. Alexandra, do you understand why that is, why I have to introduce punishment?" He looks to her for her response, hoping she will be truthful with not only him but with herself.

Quietly Alexandra answers his question. "Yes Jamison, I understand why. It's because you believe I lied. Also, it is because my answers to you were less than appropriately worded."

Jamison smiles at her. "Well Alexandra, I will have to accept that answer because it is not a lie. Although I think we both know that you have chosen a rather softly worded truth. Don't you agree?"

Alexandra drops her head a little and nods her affirmation but she avoids looking at his face. She is way too nervous and she doesn't want him to see just how excited his words are making her.

"Now Alexandra, for the proof, unless of course you are willing to concede to me right here and now." He looks hopeful for her sake but, still he knows she will not recant.

She lifts her head to look at him and slowly shakes her head no.

"Ok then. Alexandra, release the grasps you have on your hands and straighten out your legs." Jamison's tone is straight forward as is his directive.

Alexandra does as told. Now her front is fully exposed to Jamison's view as he sits next to her on the bed. He continues to give her instruction. "Spread your legs for me." Alexandra complies.

One word follows that. "Wider."

Alexandra takes a breath and exhales. Again she complies by spreading her legs just a few inches wider.

Jamison is not happy with her last response and it can be heard in his voice. "Alexandra, I think we both know what I meant when I said wider. Don't test me again. You know there is a difference between following my words and following my meaning of the words. You are too intelligent a woman not to know the difference and you are not being fair to me or yourself by trying to manipulate the meaning. Now, do not only as I said, but as I meant."

There is no doubt in Alexandra's mind that she has just pushed one of Jamison's buttons. She knew what he wanted but she did what she wanted. He wasn't going to let her get away with it and she knew that before she made her move. Another lesson learned today. The meaning of his words is to be followed, not just the worded command itself.

Alexandra spreads her legs as wide as possible in an attempt to make up for her earlier digression. She is literally spread eagle across the center of the bed. Jamison moves from beside her and positions himself between her legs in a kneeling position. 

"That's much better." He kneels there between her legs and looks at her. Once again he examines her from her head down. As he does so, his hands stroke up the outsides of her legs. Firmly he moves his hands along her legs from mid-calf over her knees and up to her thighs. As he does this, his eyes are locked on her sex and he can feel the slight nervous tremors in Alexandra's leg muscles.

"Are you cold?" He asks never taking his gaze from her sex.

"No." Her voice is quiet and a little shaky.

"Good. Are you nervous?" He quickly peaks at her face as she responds but returns his gaze to her sex when he is satisfied that she is telling him the truth.

"A little." She whispers back.

"Why? It's not as though I haven't seen you naked or been up close and personal with your sex. If I remember correctly, I was as up close and personal as could be last night." He smiles at her playfully but still tries to be reassuring. Again he returns his gaze to the glistening crease between her legs.

"Yes, but last night you weren't mad at me and you didn't look so..." she hesitates at her thought and leaves her next word unspoken.

Jamison stops massaging her legs and looks directly into her eyes. "So what Alexandra? Please, finish your statement. I want to know what you think I look like."

Tears form in her eyes as she finishes her sentence. "So menacing, so...I don't know, angry." 

Jamison doesn't understand where that came from; he doesn't feel angry. How can he look angry? Calmly he talks to Alexandra in order to help her understand what he is feeling and more importantly, what he is not feeling. "Alexandra, do you remember what I said earlier last night. When we were talking about some of the basic concepts of BDSM? Do you remember me explaining the concept of SSC?"

"Yes." Her voice remains quiet and Jamison can hear her anxiety in that one simple word.

"Do you remember me explaining that the SAFE and SANE part included a clear head, a clear mind, free of anger and rage? Alexandra, I don't know what you think you see, but believe me when I say, I am not mad at you and I am not angry. I would like to think that I don't look menacing but if that's what you see, I can't argue with you about it. I can only tell you that I do not feel any menace or anger. I feel only passion and a sense of excitement at what is to come next. Do you believe me?"

"Yes Jamison. I believe you." Her voice is still full of nervous anxiety.

"What can I do to assure you of this? I don't want you to be afraid. Nervous I can deal with but fear is unacceptable at this point. And right now, you have nothing to fear. I promise. So, what can I do to alleviate you of that feeling?"

Alexandra hesitates before answering. She thinks for a minute and then answers. "Jamison can you just kiss me? I think it would help if you just kissed me." She is embarrassed to ask but it is the only thing she can think of that will help her. She feels like there is a cold distance between them, a detachment. Maybe he needs that; maybe that is how he has to be. But it's not what she needs. She needs a kiss. A will be intimate and bring them closer, not just physically but emotionally. It will let her know what he is really feeling right now.

"I can do that Alexandra; that I can do. That is something I can easily do and I will enjoy doing for you." His voice is deep and he almost growls out the words. Slowly he measures his movements as he leans in to kiss her. He positions his body just where he wants it. He positions himself just where he will get the most benefit. Jamison is not immune to the sexual tension between them right now. He is definitely not immune to a naked spread eagled Alexandra. 

Jamison moves closer to her and as he does his knee comes in contact with her sex. Alexandra's head tips back and a quiet little gasp escapes her mouth. Jamison takes advantage of her position. He leans in and takes control of her mouth. His tongue doesn't delay as he thrusts it between her parted lips. He thinks to himself that she has the perfect mouth for kissing and other things, as he sweeps his tongue over and around hers. She moans but with nowhere to go, it is silently captured in Jamison's mouth. 

As he leans in to deepen his kiss, he knowingly rubs his knee against her. Brushing his knee firmly between her parted legs, he feels her sex lips open to him. As they separate, her warm fluids leak out of her and he can feel just how wet she is, but he already knew that. Now it's time to make her admit to it. Her sex juices coat his knee and glisten on his skin as proof of her earlier lies.

Slowly he pulls back from her ending their kiss. He gently strokes her cheek as he returns to his original position between her legs. He backs away slightly so as not to have any contact with her sex. She quietly moans as the heat and pressure from the touch of his body is removed from her. As her warm tissue is further exposed to the cool room air a shiver runs over Alexandra. She is unsure if the shiver is from the cool air or the loss of Jamison's touch.

"Are you better now Alexandra?" 

"Yes Jamison." She sighs. "Thank you. I am." 

Jamison strokes her thighs just once, stroking down to her knees, up to her upper thighs and then back down to her knees. He leaves his hands resting on her knees as he starts to give her his directives.

"Alexandra, look at my knee and tell me what you see there." His words are direct and to the point.

Alexandra looks down at his knee and closes her eyes. She bites the inside of her cheek and clenches her hands into fist. She knows she can't deny it any longer. He knows she lied and now he has his proof.

"Alexandra I'm waiting." Jamison sits between her legs looking at her and waiting for her to admit her lies.

As she opens her eyes she is met by Jamison's knowing stare. His eyes are penetrating and there is no way out of this for her. She is forced to admit what he already knows. 

"I see moisture covering your knee." 

"Where did that 'moisture' come from do you think?" Ok, if she wants me to draw it out of her I will. She is just prolonging her own torment. This too can be a lesson learned. "And Alexandra don't you dare try to tell me you don't know. You know exactly where my knee has just been and exactly what that 'moisture' on my knee is. So now, I want you to clearly and concisely answer my questions." His voice is terse and he is playing to win.

"The moisture on your knee is from me. It's from your leg touching my sex. The moisture is my vaginal juices that leaked onto you when your knee touched my sex." She looks at Jamison like a spiteful child looks at an adult that just made them admit to something they did not want to admit to.

"So then I guess we both know that I have my proof. That in turn means I have proved you lied. Agreed?"

"Yes Jamison. You have your proof."

"Good. It took you long enough but I knew sooner or later you would get there. Now Alexandra, we need to finish what we started. I want you to do what I say without hesitation. No delays, no questions understand?" 

"Yes." She whispers.

"Look at me Alexandra and don't take your eyes off of me until I say it's ok to. Do you understand?" He is direct and to the point. His voice isn't mean or harsh, he has just returned to his "matter of fact" sounding voice. It's his command voice. What Alexandra has thought of as his "thy will be done" voice.

Alexandra straightens up and sits higher against the beds backboard. She looks into Jamison's eyes and focuses on him. She nods her understanding. Jamison taps his hand on her knee and she interprets his message. He is waiting for a verbal response. 

"Yes Jamison." 

"Bend your knees up."

Alexandra does as she is told.

"Now let your knees fall open as close to being level with the bed as possible." Jamison maintains her eye contact but for a quick second looks down to watch for that moment when her sex lips open to his view. Just as Alexandra's legs come to their resting spot he can see just inside her sex. He can see her glistening dark pink inner lips and the hood covering her clitoris. He so wants to be the one to touch them. 

Jamison starts to converse with himself to ensure his resolve. I can't give in. If I give in, she gets what she wanted and then I will be topped from the bottom. No self-respecting Dom knowingly allows that to happen, especially not by a novice. No matter how fucking beautiful she looks spread open in front of me I cannot touch her. I cannot kiss her there. I cannot go there no matter what.

Jamison takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales. Damn it. I can't even take a deep cleansing breath. All I can smell is her sex scent. God that fucking botanical floral scent and musk, it's enough to drive the strongest man to just give up and dive into her. But I can't do that. It's too early and she is nowhere near ready for that. Keep it together, keep control, and keep giving her direction. And whatever you do, do not take another deep breath. She's too close and smells too fucking good.

"Alexandra, I want you to touch yourself. I want you to caress your sex. Keep your fingers outside though. Do not go inside your lips. Just caress the outer lips and your mound." He looks to her for acknowledgement.

Alexandra swallows and opens her mouth to say something but as she does Jamison gives her a look. The look says, "You promised. You agreed. No questions. Follow commands." She closes her mouth and nods as her hand slowly descends down over her abdomen and comes to rest with the base of her palm on her mound and her fingers on her vulva. As she looks into Jamison's eyes she sees that he is pleased with her agreement to do as he bid. Slowly she starts to caress over her labia. As she glides her fingers back and forth over her lips she applies a light pressure to the base of her palm and makes small circular motions stimulating the tissue linked to her clitoris.

Jamison watches as Alexandra starts to masturbate. Her eyes never leave his face. Occasionally, Jamison steals his gaze away from her sex and looks back into her eyes. Non-verbal messages are sent and received between the two of them. Hers questions if she is doing what he wants. His responds with how happy she makes him feel by not questioning him, but simply following his command. 

It's amazing how beautiful she looks. How fucking sexy she is just touching herself. How she looks at me with a sense of pride in her accomplishment of doing my bidding and pleasing me. She has natural submissive talents and is not even aware of them. I will have to remember to tell her how much she pleased me by trusting me and not questioning my request. I know how much effort that took for her to remain silent but she did it. A major accomplishment for her.

"Alexandra, I want you to touch inside yourself. But do not touch your clit and do not enter your vagina. Just add strokes inside yourself to what you are already doing." He watches as Alexandra allows her fingers to enter inside her labial folds. After the first few strokes, her breathing increases. She rests her head back a little onto the pillows behind her but she never breaks contact with Jamison's face. Her eyes remain on him at all times. Several more strokes and she begins to quietly moan. "Umh. Ahh. Umh."

Jamison is watching her and every time she moans, it goes straight to his cock. It's bad enough that he has been at a full standing erection since before he woke Alexandra this morning, now her moans are causing his cock to jump. He tries to adjust his weight and make himself more comfortable, but there is little he can do.

"Alexandra, start to caress around your opening. Circle it with your fingers but don't enter it yet." His voice is steady compared to the palpitations in his chest and he notices his breathing has picked up a little.

Alexandra does as she is told. Now her fingers are gliding over her slick inner folds. She feels the silk like skin under her fingers, a combination of her lubrication and her engorged tissues. Her middle finger is caressing her vaginal opening. She feels the difference between the smooth tissue of her vaginal wall and the tight ring of tissue protecting her opening. She is starting to soak the sheet below her. Her sex juice runs down between her ass cheeks and she feels her cheeks slide against each other. There is no friction, just a slippery feeling from her self- lubrication. It pools on the sheets beneath her. Her fingers are wet and she can feel a thicker stickier film being produced from her vaginal opening. She quickens the movement of her fingers and cries out. "Jamison please. Can I please?"

"No. Not yet. Do not enter your vagina or touch your clit Alexandra. I mean it." His voice is a little sharper than intended but she got the message.

Jamison watches her closely. He watches as her fingers slide back and forth along her wet inner lips. He watches as she encircles her opening and he watches the subtle little twitches of the muscles inside of her labia. He can see her clit peeking out from behind its covering. It isn't fully engorged yet, but he knows as soon as he allows her access to it, it will respond. Just a few minutes more; he will make her wait just a few minutes more.

Not sure who he is torturing more, Alexandra or himself, Jamison gives her access to her clit and her vagina. "Alexandra, you can fully masturbate now. You can touch your clit and enter your vagina now." 

This is one command she quickly and willingly follows without delay. Her forefinger and thumb start to manipulate her clit as she thrusts her middle finger into her vagina. It doesn't take long for her body to react. 

Jamison watches as she masturbates. He watches as her cheeks flush as her blush moves down her neck and encompasses her chest. He watches as her breast firm up and her nipples harden and peak. He continues to watch as her abdominal muscles tighten and her hips lift off the bed. Her fingers increase their pace. He can hear the slushing sound her hand makes as her finger enters and exits her vagina. He can see the excess juices spill from her and moisten her inner thighs and he wishes he could lean in and just take one swipe with his tongue. Just one taste, but he knows he must deny himself for now.

Her motions do not slow. She increases her pace even more. She is pinching at her clit as she continues to plunge her finger into her vagina. It's not enough. She can't reach orgasm. She needs more. Alexandra moves in with her other hand. Now she uses her left hand to continue to stimulate her clitoris while her right concentrates on her vagina. She adds a second finger and becomes more forceful as she enters herself over and over. Her hand movements become frantic. She hits her G-spot and immediately cries out, "Oh yes!" Her hips start to buck. 

She is biting her lips but still can't stop the sounds coming from her mouth. "Ahhh!.. Uhhh! ...Ahhh!.. Oh God!" Her legs start to shake and her hips come off the bed as she throws her head back. She cries out. "I'm going to come. Jamison, I'm going to.." Before she finishes her cry, Jamison's hands grasp her wrist and he pulls her hands from her body. He holds them away from her body so that she can't touch herself. She cries out. "Nooooo! Nooooo! What are you doing?"




Learning the Rules Ch. 05



Alexandra is in shock. The bright light behind her eye lids is gone. The exquisite sensation of pure pleasure no longer exists in her sex. The electric like tremors that flowed through her body are no more. She was so close and he stopped her. She doesn't know what to think. 

I can't believe he just did that. I was so close to coming. Another few strokes and I would have been there. What the fuck was he thinking? Why the fuck would he do that? He can't be that cruel, that vindictive. 

Jamison is still holding her hands and looking into her eyes. He has to wait until she comes down from her heightened state of arousal. As he holds her hands some of her sex juices drip onto his fingers. He can smell her scent from the juices coating her hands and now his. He wants to taste her sweetness so bad, but he can't. That will have to wait along with everything else he has planned. She has much to learn and this is just the beginning.

Alexandra comes back to baseline. Her eyes are moist with tears but she doesn't cry. She is too angry to cry right now. "Jamison, what were you thinking?" She practically sobs out the question. "Why did you do that? Why did you stop me from reaching my orgasm?"

He looks directly into her eyes and calmly states, "Let me see. First, I was thinking that when someone breaks a rule they shouldn't be rewarded with a gift, they should receive a punishment. Letting you orgasm would have been rewarding you with a gift. Denying you your orgasm was your punishment."

Jamison waits to see what if anything Alexandra's retort will be. When she remains silent he continues. "Then as to why I did it, the first answer still applies. In addition, you said you weren't excited and you weren't wet, so I figured you didn't really need to come. Even though we both know that you lied about that. As to why I stopped you, the first two answers fit, but also, I thought it only fitting to punish you for lying about being sexually excited by having you hold off your orgasm. Do you understand my reasons any better now?"

She looks at him in disbelief. Shaking her head at him, "You really are a piece of work. You spent all that time, talking me to in to an arousal, watching me every step of the way, by the looks of things getting excited yourself, only to deny me in the end." 

Alexandra barely finishes the last sentence when tears start to flow from her. She is overloaded with multiple emotions. She is emotionally and sexually frustrated, she is mad, angry, and pissed off. The problem is she can't figure out if those feelings should be directed at herself or at Jamison. She knew the rules and she knew what would happen if she broke the rules. She just didn't know when or how it would happen. The truth is she doesn't want to look too closely for the answer because she fears what it may be.

As her tears begin to flow, her body begins to tremble. All of her emotions are hitting her at once and on barely four hours sleep she just isn't able to handle it all right now. "I have to look away from you. I can't look at you anymore. Please Jamison, let me look away."

"Alexandra you may break visual contact with me for now. But I won't allow it for long. You have one minute."

Alexandra turns her head as the tears start to fall. She tries to wipe them away but it is a losing battle. She's tempted to get up and leave the room but she already knows Jamison won't allow that.

Jamison senses her need to get away from him but it's not an option. Without hesitation, he lets go of her hands and crawls up behind her. Straddling his legs on both sides of her he pulls her back to rest on his chest. Alexandra tries to resist but Jamison just pulls her back a little harder until she is against him. He reaches for the sheet and blanket and pulls them up to cover them. Then he engulfs her in his arms and kisses the side of her head as he whispers to her. "You're ok Alexandra. It's all right. Everything will be ok. I've got you." He holds her close. She can no longer hold back the tears. As she cries he just keeps whispering reassurances to her. It takes a while but her crying calms and she brushes away the remaining tears from her eyes and face.

Alexandra rests her head back against Jamison's chest as she takes a few deep breaths in and out to calm her breathing. Once she regains control of her breathing Jamison starts to talk to her. "Are you ok? Are you able to talk to me about what you were just thinking and feeling?"

Alexandra takes a deep breath in, filling her lungs with much needed air. She slowly exhales and gives a big sigh. "Do I have a choice in the matter? Because if I do, then I would rather not talk about it." She turns her head back and looks up at Jamison.

"Sorry, but that doesn't answer either of my questions. I asked are you able to talk to me not do you want to talk to me. Those are two different things." In hopes of lifting some of the tension from between them, he bites at the lobe of her ear and tugs on it. "And yes, you always have a choice. I'm just hoping you make the right one. And no, just because you rather not talk about something doesn't mean we won't talk about it." He looks down at her face and gives her a quick kiss. "Now, are you ok?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm not happy, but I'm ok." Again Alexandra blows out a deep breath of air in order to relieve some of the pressure she feels is built up inside her.

"Good. It's good that you think you are ok, not that you are not happy. I can understand that you are not happy. Being denied orgasm doesn't make too many people I know happy." He laughs. "Of course there are a few people I know who enjoy it, but not many."

Alexandra looks at him in disbelief and then starts lightly laughing with him. "You would say something like that."

Jamison smiles, he is relieved to have lightened her mood. "Now what were the tears about? And please don't tell me you don't know." Jamison's voice is calm and his words are soft and smooth as he speaks to her. There isn't a hint of anger or disappointment in his voice and she doesn't understand why she is so surprised by that. He hasn't exhibited any anger or disappointment to her since they met. He has definitely been frustrated with her and by her, but not angry or disappointed. He is so even tempered it is a little scary sometimes.

Alexander takes a minute to put her thoughts together before answering. "I think they were mostly tears of frustration." She is trying to be honest with him, but also with herself.

"Frustration regarding what or should I say who?" He kisses the side of her head again and tightens his hold on her.

"That's more difficult to answer than you might think." She shakes her head. "I guess I'm frustrated with you for doing what you did to me." Alexandra hesitates before going on. She waits thinking he will say something to address her last comment but Jamison remains silent and she doesn't feel any change in his hold or touch. She continues. "I'm also just frustrated with all of the feelings that seem to be attacking me. I think because of the 'newness' of this situation and all of the emotions it seems to stir up in me, I'm a little overwhelmed by them. That only adds to my frustration because I'm not used to feeling this way. And then of course we have the sexual frustration, thank you very much for adding that one on to my list."

"Anything else?" Jamison is smiling at her and makes light of his response, but he is taking each word she says to him very seriously. He makes a mental note of not only what she says, but what she doesn't say. They will address each one as necessary.

"If you really want to know, I'm also a little mad, angry, and pissed off. Not necessarily in that order!" She looks back up at him to see if she can get a read on his reaction to her words. Again, no surprise, he remains calm and neutral in his affect.

"Ok. I hear you. Can you elaborate a little on who or what you are mad, angry, and pissed off at?" Jamison pulls her closer to his chest and rubs his hands up and down the sides of her arms. Then he pulls his legs in closer so that there is no room between her legs and his. They are rubbing up against each other and she is fully encircled in his body.

How can I be mad, angry, and pissed off with a man who has only been truthful and straight forward with me. He fully informed me about the rules. He told me what he expected and what would happen if the rules were not followed. I agreed to the twenty-four hour bargain and all it entailed. He just held true to his word and our agreement. Can I really direct any of my feelings at him? Or is that just easier than taking responsibility for my own decisions and actions? Or is that what he is waiting for me to realize? Son of a bitch, it is. He is waiting for me to realize that I brought this all on myself because I didn't answer his questions truthfully. I failed to follow rule number one. Because I was too stubborn to admit that I was turned on by him. Damn him. Damn me. Damn he is good at this, maybe too good. Well, I can place the blame on him for not reaching orgasm. Or will he explain that away as part of the punishment for lying. Damn is there any way I can win in this discussion?

"You're taking rather a long time to answer Alexandra. Did you figure something out or are you trying to put your thoughts together?" He is smiling and there is a hint of laughter in his voice.

Alexandra hears the laughter in his voice and she is aware that he knows what conclusion she has come to. Now, does she maintain her stubborn streak which got her into this mess in the first place or does she swallow her pride and admit the error of her ways. An idea comes to her and she likes it. She is going to go with it and see if Jamison has a sense of humor.

Alexandra sits up and starts coughing. She coughs and doesn't stop. Jamison looks concerned. "Are you all right Alexandra? What's wrong?"

"Water." She says hoarsely. "I need a drink of water."

Jamison reaches for the pitcher of water on the bedside table and pours her a glass. She drinks the glass of water and clears her throat.

"What happened? What were you choking on?" He takes the glass from her hand and places it back on the table. Holding her hands he asks with a voice full of concern, "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm ok." She nods at him.

"What made you choke?" There is a look of concern and worry on his face.

"I think I was choking on my own stubbornness. I think I was choking on my own words. I think I might have been choking on rule number one." She looks at him and smiles as she gently caresses the frown from his brow and strokes her hand down his cheek. Her fingers gently trace his lips. "Is that what you were waiting to hear me say?" She smiles as she looks into his face and sees his amused look replace the one of concern it just held.

"Well, I will admit, I was hoping you would come to that conclusion. But I wasn't sure you would be willing to admit it out loud. When did the light go on for you?"

"When you asked me to elaborate on being mad, angry and pissed off. Every time I tried to place the blame on you, my stupid conscience wouldn't let me. My own head kept pointing the blame back to me and to my failure of following your rule number one. I realized if I just swallowed my stubborn pride and told you the truth in the first place, this all could have been avoided."

"So, I guess we have a lesson learned." He looks at her and smiles. "Are you ready for part two of your punishment?" He looks at her with his brow raised and a facial expression informing her to choose her words wisely.

"Part two? Why do I have a second punishment?" She looks heartbroken by his words.

"Denying you orgasm was punishment for your lies about being excited and wet. That was a fitting punishment for the infraction. Part two's punishment needs to address your disrespectful manner and poorly chosen words." He says in a straight forward manner. "Be glad I'm not adding additional punishments for the challenges you continuously threw at me. Are you ready?" He is looking down at her and watching her think it over. 

He is slightly worried that this may be too much for her at this stage. She may say no and pull out of the bargain. Jamison is aware that he could not only lose what's left of their twenty-four hours, but he could lose Alexandra forever. He carefully watches her face as multiple thoughts and emotions register across it. Finally, he sees she has come to her decision. Holding his breath, he waits for her answer.

Alexandra turns her head up to look into Jamison's face and focuses on his eyes. "I guess there is no way out of this, is there?" Her quiet voice is trying to measure his intent while still trying to bargain for an out. She bites on the inner side of her cheek waiting for his response.

"We talked about this earlier Alexandra. There is always a way out. You always have a choice. A simple 'No' from you is all it takes and that will be your way out." He looks directly into her eyes but he makes sure that she knows she has to take the out. He will not give it to her. The choice has to be hers. Jamison remains neutral as he looks at her. He won't put any undue pressure on her one way or the other. But that doesn't change the painful feeling in his gut as he prays she doesn't say no.

"A 'No' will put an end to everything though won't it? A 'No' now just won't be for this punishment, it will be for everything. The punishment, the twenty-four hour bargain, and the ...the...the possibilities of a next time, it will be a 'No' for all of that and possibly more." She looks to him for an answer.

"A 'No' now would mean you don't trust me enough to know that at this point I wouldn't give you more than I thought you could handle. I will never give you more than I believe you are capable of handling. I already promised you, more than once, that I won't push you to soon, I won't hurt you, and that I would explain everything before I did it. I have been true to my word, true to my promise. So yes, Alexandra, a 'No' now would put an end to everything. But don't let that influence you. You either trust me or you don't. That is the question you have to answer. That is the only question that matters right now." 

Jamison's face is neutral, but his eyes are hiding worry. I hate the fact that she may say no. I really hate the fact that she may not trust me not to hurt her. But I have told her, promised her, and shown her that she can trust me. If she can't trust me at this introductory level, she never will. After last night and this morning, if she doesn't have even the beginnings of trust in me, a no is the best answer. It's better to end it early if that is what she wants before either one of us gets too involved. Ok, so I may be a little more involved than she is, but I had more time to know her. It has to be her decision.

"Jamison is it ok if I ask you a question?" 

"Yes. But Alexandra, that will not always be the case. I will not always allow you a question. You both trust me and do as I say or you don't. I will give you this lead way because of your lack of knowledge and inexperience. Know that if you choose to continue with me a time will come when that will not be the case. It will be all or none. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes Jamison I do. I just wanted to ask how bad this punishment will be." She says quietly.

"Only you can decide how bad something is to you. Only you can determine how something feels or makes you feel. I can only help you to experience it and to understand it better, to understand yourself a little better. I can only help you to expand your knowledge and experiences. But as I said, the important question here is do you trust me? Do you trust me to do those things?"

Alexandra sighs and looking into Jamison's eyes she quietly answers him. "Yes Jamison, I trust you. I know you won't hurt me in the sense of truly hurt me. And Yes, I'm ready for my punishment."

The relief Jamison feels as she tells him this is without description. His heart beats again, he can take a breath, and the pain in his gut subsides. Relief and happiness are carried in his blood and flow through his body. But being well versed in controlling his emotions, he remains neutral on the outside.

"Are you sure?" He needs her to confirm her decision to be sure for himself.

"Yes Jamison. I'm sure." Alexandra is not purposefully posturing for him but during their discussion she has moved and is now in a submissive pose. She is on her knees with her buttocks resting back on her calves. Her arms are at her sides and her hands are resting flat against the bed. As she spoke, she was looking at Jamison, but now that she has finished, she holds her head in a slightly downward position contemplating what will come next.

The sight of her in this pose has a major effect on Jamison. He is in awe of her beauty and grace in this position. He knows she can't possibly be aware of how she has positioned herself. She isn't even aware of submissive poses. But her lack of awareness doesn't influence the affect it has on him. 

Jamison reaches down and strokes the side of her face. His hand comes to rest under her chin and he lifts it slightly. Gently he strokes his thumb across her lips. "I'm glad you decided in our favor. I promise the punishment will be entry level and you will be able to deal with any pain it causes you. If at any time you feel you can't deal with it, you just need to use your safe words. Do you remember your safe words?"

"Yes." She nods.

"I need to hear you say them Alexandra. I need to know that you are aware and clear on what they are and how they work. I need you to tell me." Jamison continues to stroke her cheek and gives her a look of encouragement.

"Ok Jamison. My safe words are my name. All I have to say is Alexandra Newman and that will stop anything that we are doing. If I say my safe words, you will stop no matter what and you will not be mad or angry with me." She repeats the last part more to reassure herself and to get Jamison's agreement. He agreed last night and she has no doubt that he will still be in agreement.

"That was good Alexandra. You're right. If you say your safe words whatever we are doing will stop immediately and I will not be mad or angry. Are you ready now?"

"Yes." With that Jamison leans down and gently kisses her lips. It's a quick and gentle kiss but it is enough to reassure Alexandra and to calm her down a notch or two.

"Good. Now, I want you to come off the bed and stand here beside it."

Alexandra does as Jamison instructs her. As he walks over to the bedside table she watches his every move.

"Alexandra look straight ahead." His command voice is in full force and Alexandra follows immediately.

Jamison returns to the bed and tucks something under the pillows. He sits on the edge of the bed with Alexandra standing just to his right side. "Alexandra move close so that your legs are against my thighs." Alexandra does so.

"When I tell you to 'take your position', I want you to bend over so that your pretty ass is over my lap and your torso is resting here on the bed. Do you understand what I want?" 

"Yes." Alexandra can't help the tremor in her voice just as she can't help the butterflies in her stomach. Her legs are a little shaky but she won't have to worry about that soon.

Jamison's voice is firm and strong as he commands Alexandra. "Take your position."

Without delay, Alexandra finds herself positioning her ass over Jamison's lap and lying face down with her torso exactly where Jamison placed his hand.

"Good. Now, turn your head to face me." Alexandra follows Jamison's command.

"Place your cheek flat against the bed." Again she does as told.

"Stretch your arms out flat in front of you, palms down." Immediately she does so.




Learning the Rules Ch. 05



"This is very important Alexandra. Do not move your body or turn your head from me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Jamison."

"Good. If you need to close your eyes you may but I want your eyes open and on me as much as possible. I want to be able to see your face at all times so do not move it. Understand?"

"Yes Jamison."

"Alexandra do not pull your ass away from me or block the spank of my hand in anyway. Understand?"

"Yes Jamison." Now her voice is actually trembling.

"If you do pull away or block my hand, I will add five spanks for every time you do it. Understand?"

"Yes. I understand." She says as het bottom squirms and she squeezes her thighs together to stop the electric like shocks starting to fire from her sex. Every time she hears Jamison give her a command another shock fires. 

"If you need to stop, what do you say?" Jamison knows she is nervous and he wants to make sure she remembers she can use her safe words.

"I use my safe words. I say Alexandra Newman."

"Good. Now hold still." Jamison no sooner completes his command and she feels his bare hand come down on her right ass cheek. Her body jolts in response but it is due to the shock of his spank not pain. 

Oh God! That was scary. It wasn't so bad though. I thought it would hurt worse. I was startled more than anything. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought. Oh God! I can't believe I am doing this. I can't believe I am letting him to do this. I can't believe I am getting a spanking. I can't believe I am so fucking excited from just his words and being in this position. How is this happening to me? How is this happening so fast? How am I feeling all of this in such a short time? And how did I never know something like this would feel so fucking exciting? This may be the most incredible twenty-four hours of my life. 

"Slap!" Jamison's hand comes down on her left ass cheek.

"Slap!" This time his spank is a little harder. Alexandra's ass cheeks tighten but she doesn't move or say a word.

"Good Alexandra, you're doing well so far. Now each spank will get a little harder. Remember do not move."

"I remember Jamison." As she answers him, he feels her ass cheeks tighten and firm up. 

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Each spank builds on the other in intensity but no two lands in the same spot. Jamison is careful not to hit the same spot on her ass consecutively.

Jamison stops for a moment and gently smooth's his hand over the contours of her ass. He feels a little heat from where his slaps have landed but it is very mild. Her ass cheeks are starting to pinken as he gives her a minute to adjust to what is happening. He looks down to see her reaction. Alexandra's lips are held tight but she is looking at him and appears to be handling the spanking well so far. 

"How are you doing so far?" He asks as his hand continues to caress her warmed ass.

"I'm ok. Thanks." She looks at him and her face is flushed but Alexandra remains fairly calm. Now that she knows what to expect, she feels calmer than before the spanking started. 

"Good. Then I'm going to continue." Jamison looks to see if she will ask him to stop or if she will use her safe word. Surprisingly she nods her head to him and he smiles back and nods once.

"Slap!" 

"Slap!"

"Slap!" Each one becomes harder and faster as he continues to spank Alexandra.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"Slap!" Is the only sound heard in the quiet of his bedroom.

"Slap!"

"Slap!" After this last spank Alexandra cries out "Ouch! Oh God that hurt! It's really starting to hurt Jamison."

"Slap!" "That's fifteen Alexandra. My plan was for twenty. Can you take five more or do you want to safe word?"

"I don't think so Jamison. I don't want to." She says between breaths.

Confused by her answer Jamison needs to clarify her meaning. "Alexandra I'm not sure what you are saying. Are you saying you don't think you want to go on or you don't think you want stop. I need you to clarify your answer for me." Now he's looking more closely to read any clues that would tell him she really can't go on.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Alexandra clears any question Jamison may have had. "I don't want to stop. I can take five more. I don't want to use my safe word Jamison."

Jamison swallows hard. He is relieved by her answer and he can see in her facial response that she is not in any distress. She is able to take the last five spanks and the fact that she is willing to complete the punishment makes him so proud of her. Alexandra is accepting his punishment, willing to do it for him. He couldn't be more proud of her or ask for more from her at this moment. Considering this is her first time, she is dealing with things very well.

The last five spanks come quick and hard. "Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap!" Tears form in her eyes and a few start to slide from the corner of her eyes but the only movement she makes is as her hands grasp the sheets and she gathers the material into balls in her hands. Other than that, she held perfectly still.

"That's it Alexandra. Your punishment is over. Your spanking is done." Jamison sees a few tears streaking her face but otherwise she is no worse for the wear. Her ass is reddened and she will feel the sting for the rest of the day but otherwise no harm done. Jamison starts to stroke her back as her breathing starts to slow. "That's my girl. Nice deep breaths. Relax Alexandra, you did very well and it's all over now." 

He continues to massage her back as he talks to her. She remains "in position" as Jamison soothingly continues his massage over her back. "Alexandra you can move now. Come on, let me help you. Stand up baby." He helps her push off the bed and then helps her off his lap. She is standing right in front of him in full view and just inches away from his touch. 

"How do you feel?" He stands up in front of her and watches closely as she answers.

"I'm ok. My ass hurts but I guess it could be worse." Tear streaks still staining her cheeks she gives Jamison a weak smile, but still a smile.

Jamison is sliding his hands up and down the length of her arms as he continues to talk to her. "How did you feel being spanked? What were you thinking about while I spanked you?"

Oh God! Here we go with the analysis. Will this man ever just let things go? Does everything have to be analyzed? I know why he is doing this, but it doesn't make it any easier. I swear this analysis will be worse than the spanking. Not to mention more embarrassing.

"I know it's not easy Alexandra and I know you aren't used to sharing your thoughts or feelings but this is a big part of what and how we will do things if you decide to continue to see me, to be with me. This sharing of feelings and information is how we will build on our relationship. How I learn what you like and don't like. How I learn what you're feeling and how you process things. What turns you on and how you enjoy it. Also, what you don't enjoy. This is how we will learn more about boundaries and what can be done, what can be pushed, what is off limits."

"This is how we build a relationship and how we relate in a BDSM life. People think it's all about kinky sex and being tied up. It's not. The kinky sex part is great and I do enjoy bondage. And a lot of how we relate is sexual in nature, but much of what we do and how we relate is more psychological than people give us credit for. The mind can be the best tool to utilize in a sexual relationship. You would be surprised on how big a role the mind plays and psychology plays in a BDSM life."

"So even though you are uncomfortable when it comes to talking about things, you are going to have to get used to it. It will happen more and more as we learn about each other and as we continue to explore with each other. It's just part of the whole baby. You can't have one without the other."

Jamison takes her hand and sits back down on the bed. Pulling her hand he pats the area of the bed beside him. Alexandra goes to sit down and as her ass cheeks touch the bed she stands back up. "Ouch! Shit! I don't think I can sit down yet Jamison." She looks at him as her cheeks blush with embarrassment.

He tries not to laugh but the look on her face is priceless. It's a combination of pain and embarrassment at the fact that she can't sit. A light laugh escapes him as he apologizes. "I'm sorry Alexandra. I'm not laughing at you but your facial expression is just too cute."

"Are you sure you're not laughing at me? Because from where I'm standing it sure looks and feels like you are laughing at me." She crosses her arms across her chest and pouts at him. But she can't keep a straight face for too long before she starts laughing with him. "I didn't think you were the kind of man who would spank my ass pink and then laugh at me when I can't sit down."

"Alexandra, I have news for you. I spanked your ass red and I am sorry I laughed. But I'm also curious as to what kind of man you think I am. So think about that while I go get a cold cloth for your ass." Jamison goes to the bathroom suite and comes back with a large fluffy white hand towel wet with cold water.

"Lay down here Alexandra." He says as he motions across the center of the bed.

Alexandra crawls up onto the bed. As she does, her ass end is up and facing directly at Jamison. She is on her hands and knees as she crawls onto the bed. Worried more about not causing herself any pain, she doesn't realize the view she is presenting to Jamison until it is too late.

"Stop." One word is all he needs and Alexandra halts in place.

"Oh God Alexandra, you don't have any idea how beautiful you look right now. You don't have any idea on the thoughts going through my mind. Alexandra do you know how fucking sexy you are and how much will power I'm using to prevent myself from taking you right now?" His voice is husky, sexy, and full of desire as he speaks to her.

Alexandra is still feeling a little high from her spanking. Now she feels a thrill flow through her simply by the sound of Jamison voice so full of lust. She feels daring; she feels naughty and she wants Jamison to know it. She slowly turns her head to look back at him. Her face is alight with sexual excitement and a feeling of freedom that she has never before experienced floods over her. Her courage is high as she dares him. "Do it Jamison. Take me. Take me now." Her voice is full of need as she taunts him. "You said you would show me your world, show me things about you." Her voice is breathy, hesitant, and sexy. "Show me this. Show me how you would take me. Take me now Jamison." 

Jamison's eyes darken. His face hardens and his jaw clenches. The vein in his temple bulges as his blood pressure rockets up, as his heart is pounding in his chest. Her words ignite something in him. Something feral is now boiling in his blood. His cock is rock hard and begging him to sink it into her. His cock has taken on a will of its own as it points directly at what it wants.

Jamison is in full conflict with himself. His body is telling him one thing and his mind telling him another. Be strong Jamison. Don't do it. She may think she is ready but she is not. You know she is not ready for you. It's her hormones talking, her emotions. It's her body that wants you. She doesn't know what she is asking. She has no idea how intense your taking of her will be. She has no idea what you will do to her, how you will make her feel. What you will have her do. Time, she needs time. You need time. Don't do it. Don't do it.

"Lay down across the bed Alexandra." Jamison's voice is coarse, full of lust and restraint fighting each other. He closes his eyes and takes a few breaths as he listens to her movements on his sheets as she follows his command. He waits a few seconds before he opens his eyes. He finds no use in torturing himself by having to watch her as her naked body moves across his bed.

Alexandra is lying on her stomach her hands are crisscrossed under her head and her cheek is resting on them. She is looking at Jamison as he slowly sits on the bed and then moves up to partially lie next to her. He places the cold cloth over her bottom and gently rubs his hand over it to ensure contact with her skin.

Slowly he starts to talk to her to explain. "Alexandra I want to talk to you. I want you to talk to me. First, I want you to tell me how being spanked made you feel."

She takes a deep breath in and slowly lets it out. "At first I felt a little scared. After the first few smacks, I felt I could do it. I could handle being spanked and the pain. When I cried out is when it started to really hurt and I thought maybe I couldn't do it. But when you stopped and talked to me it was reassuring. When you told me that it was almost over and that I was doing well I felt good. I knew you wanted me to complete it and for some reason, I felt like I wanted to do it more for you than me. If that makes any sense, I don't know. Does it?" She looks to Jamison for an answer.

Nodding yes Jamison answers her question. "Actually it makes a great deal of sense to me. It makes more sense to me than to you. It's often the case in a Dom/sub relationship that the sub will do something not for their own pleasure but to please their Dom or Domme. So you taking those last five slaps for me and completing my punishment for you means a lot to me. It may sound a little condescending to you Alexandra, but I'm very pleased with you. I'm very proud of you and how you are handling everything. I'm not surprised because you are a smart woman and you know who you are and what you want. But I think it's important to let you know how impressive you are as a woman."

Alexandra is lying quietly looking at Jamison as he speaks. She can't believe what he just told her. His words and compliments mean so much more to her than she thought they would. No one has ever made her feel the way he does. No one has ever challenged her or read her the way he does. 

"Jamison can I tell you something? Can I speak freely just between Jamison and Alexandra, no rules, no judgments?" She turns her head to see him better and her eyes are glistening with new tears.

"Yes Alexandra. We are talking freely now. You can say anything you want to or need to." He removes the towel from her and takes the lotion he took from the bedside table and placed beneath the pillow earlier. "This will take some of the sting out of your ass." He places some lotion in his hand and starts to gently rub it into her reddened skin.

"First I want you to know that no one has ever made me feel like the way you make me feel. I have felt more alive and more challenged in the time I have spent with you than any other time in my life. I have felt more emotions, both good and bad in the past eighteen hours with you than I have in the past few years. And I have had to let go of more rules, demands, and expectations that I have placed on myself to be a certain way or behave a certain way only to now realize that by letting them go, even for this short period of time, I am more myself than I have ever been. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Yes Alexandra, that makes complete sense to me." As he answers her, his hand continues to massage the lotion into her skin. Jamison simply leans down and kisses the small of her back.

"Jamison, there is something else I want to tell you." She looks at him shyly as she continues. "I think you should know that I have never been spanked before. Not by a lover, not by my parents, not even by one of the nuns in school. You were my first." The last sentence comes out a little more quietly than the others.

"I'm glad to be your first Alexandra. I hope it will be the first of many firsts to come for the two of us." Again he leans down and kisses the small of her back. This time he kisses her a second and a third time, trailing his kisses over her reddened ass. "Alexandra before you said you didn't think I was the kind of man who would spank your ass and then laugh at you when you couldn't sit. Tell me what kind of man you think I am." 

"Oh Jamison, my thoughts about you have changed a dozen times since we met last night." As she speaks, Jamison continues to trace the reddened areas of her ass with his finger tips and follows his tracings with light kisses.

"First I thought you were a little overbearing and egotistical. And you are at times." She smiles as he nips her ass lightly. "Then I thought you were a little demanding and controlling. And you are at times." She yelps as his nip is a little harder. 

"Then I thought you were a little intimidating and scary. And you are at times." This time she moves before Jamison can take another nip of her ass. But Jamison is quick and he reaches out and holds her back in place as his hands continue to stroke over her ass. 

"Now I would have to say you are a combination of all of those things with a healthy dose of sexy, playful, honest, and challenging added into the mix. And I'm sure that there will be more to add as time goes on." Alexandra moans as Jamison's hands slide down between her thighs and separate her legs.

"Good answer." He growls out in response to her assessment of him. "Now since we are sharing so nicely, let me tell you why I didn't accept your offer to, let me see how did you put it? Oh yes, to 'take me, take me now.'" As he repeats her words, Alexandra swats her hand back at him but his quick and avoids being slapped by her. 

"Alexandra, you are a very attractive woman, a very sexy woman. I think it is rather obvious that I am sexually attracted to you and maybe not as obvious that there is so much more about you that I find attractive. And under other circumstances, I would love to 'take you now'. But as we discussed last night and a little earlier. I need to know that you have as much information as possible. I need to know that you have as much understanding as possible. And I need to know that if and/or when you make your decision to explore with me it is based on a solid understanding of at least the basic principles and knowledge of a BDSM life. Otherwise, you would not be giving an informed consent and I would be going against everything I stand for and support." With every sentence Jamison voice seems to get deeper.

As his hands spread her legs slight wider he feels the heat come from her sex. He cups her from back to front and she moans his name. "Jamison." Lightly he taps his hand over her sex in a cupped form as if he were clapping against her sex. Again Alexandra calls his name. "Jamison please."

Gently he places his hands on her hips and lifts her pelvis up off the bed. Now her head and arms remain resting on the bed taking part of her body weight as the rest is held by her knees and shins. She is in a bent forward position and her ass is now elevated in the air. 

"Spread your legs for me Alexandra." He quietly commands her as he takes his place kneeling beside her. She does as she is bid.

"Now don't move." He reaches his hand between her legs and immediately inserts two fingers into her. Alexander gasps in surprise, "Oh! Ah!" She wasn't expecting him to enter her so quickly. As his fingers start to slip inside of her he spreads her wide open and withdraws them. He repeats this motion over and over until his entire hand is soaked with her juices. Alexandra's sex scents the air around them and Jamison breathes her in deeply. "You smell so fucking good Alexandra your scent has been driving me crazy all day."

Jamison continues to finger fuck her until she starts to rock back against his hand. "Jamison, please don't tease me. Please don't stop this time."

"No Alexandra, this time I will make you come. This time I will take you to new heights. This time you will call my name with passion." As he tells her this he slips a third finger inside of her and thrusts rapidly until he hears her cries and moans. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 05



"Yes. Oh God, yes Jamison." She cries out as his fingers continue to slide inside her and her vaginal muscles contract around them. Alexandra squeezes her muscles so tight it's difficult for his fingers to move. As she relaxes her muscles, Jamison removes his fingers from her. "No, you promised." She cries out.

"It's ok Alexandra. I promised. You will climax baby, don't worry." He reaches down under the pillow and he takes hold of the second item he placed there earlier. He rubs his wet hand up and down the shaft of the item to lubricate it. Slowly he reaches around the front of Alexandra and shows her what he plans on using on her. Her eyes open wide as she sees the long thick flesh toned phallus he holds in his hands. Jamison rubs the tip of the hard rubber phallus against Alexandra's lips. 

"Open your mouth Alexandra. I want you to know what your juices taste like. I want you to suck them off this nice hard rubber cock. You're not ready for me to take you but this will be the next best thing. I will take you with this nice big rubber cock. And I want you to get it all nice and wet so I can fuck you with it."

Alexandra gasps but takes the rubber phallus into her mouth as Jamison rubs it across her lips and then slides it into her mouth. It's large and thick. Alexandra tries to take it all into her mouth but she is only able to get about two thirds of it in. "Suck it Alexandra, suck it like you would me."

Alexandra looks up at Jamison and starts to suck hard on the rubber cock in her mouth. She bobs her head up and down while her tongue encircles the cock. Jamison moves it in and out of her mouth as she moans. As Alexandra's sputum finally coats the cock and drips from both it and her lips, Jamison removes it from her mouth. It is glistening with her spit.

Jamison moves next to Alexandra's hip and places the palm of his hand on her lower back. Gently he presses her down causing her upper torso to angle down more and her ass end up higher. 

"Spread your legs Alexandra." Jamison's tone is commanding but he can't hide the need it also holds in each word. He takes the phallus and slowly strokes it along the crease of her sex lips. Gently he inserts it between her lips and starts to move back and forth collecting more of her juices on it. He is stroking her faster and faster until she cries out again. "Please Jamison. Please do it."

With one swift move, Jamison thrusts the phallus into Alexandra and quickly impales it almost all the way in her. "Oh Fuck!" She cries as her hips start to rock back against his hand. Jamison thrust the cock in and out of her picking up his pace as he goes. Alexandra's need is so great that she starts to rock her body faster.

"Faster Jamison, faster please." She cries out with gasping breaths as she continues to rock back against his hand.

Jamison picks up speed as he manipulates the phallus in and out of Alexandra. It is like a piston that he keeps thrusting in and out of her. The fullness she feels is so powerful that every nerve ending in her sex fires at once and she is sent spiraling into another plane of existence. After being denied release earlier and remaining at a heightened state of arousal after her spanking, Alexandra can't hold back any longer. The pain from the size of the phallus along with the pleasure of Jamison's motions is just too much to resist. She is consumed by pleasure. 

As she surrenders to the sensations rocking through her body all she can see is a bright white behind her eyelids as her orgasm is releases and she climaxes. The only sound she hears is her rapid breathing and her cries of pleasure. Her body surrenders uncontrollably and she is powerless to resist. Her body shakes as every muscle fiber contracts and she cries out for him. "Jamison. Oh God! Jamison."

Alexandra's muscles are fatigued and can no longer hold her weight. Her body sags as her arms and legs give way. Before she collapses to the bed, Jamison takes hold of her by the waist and slowly lowers her to the bed. He moved to hold he so fast that the phallus remains inside her and is protruding from between her legs. 

As Jamison moves Alexandra to a more comfortable position he gently removes the phallus. "Uhhh! Oh God! Oh God! Jamison." Just that additional stimulation to her already over sensitized sex tissues causes a small climax to shutter over her and she feels a small amount of cum leak from her. She moans as the feeling of fullness is removed from her body and she clenches her thighs together. Missing the feeling immediately, Alexandra curls her legs up and rests in the fetal position. 

Jamison moves behind her and curls his body up to hers. Spooning her tightly against him he pulls the blanket over the two of them. Gently he rubs his hand along the length of her side. Kissing the back of her neck, he checks in with her. "Alexandra are you ok?" He asks as he continues to rub his hand up and down her side stopping and resting his hand on her hip.

"Umm Hmm." She takes a deep breath. "Yes Jamison I'm ok." Alexandra reaches down and grasps Jamison's hand. She brings it up to her lips and kisses it. Then she pulls his hand to her breasts and holds it in her own hand. "Jamison, Thank you. Thank you for everything Jamison. Everything." She says as her eyes close.

"You're welcome." Jamison whispers back as he kisses the back of her neck and holds her tight.

To be continued.......



Learning the Rules Ch. 06



When last we left Alexandra and Jamison, her introduction to Jamison's lifestyle had just begun. He has explained some basic concepts of BDSM to her and given her a 'tasting' of what she can expect. Jamison has initiated Alexandra with a light play session and her first punishment for breaking rule number one: Always tell the truth. Her punishment came in the form of a spanking and to Alexandra's surprise it had a prolific effect on her. Alexandra is not only learning about Jamison and his BDSM world, but she is learning a lot about herself. She is not only being exposed to new ideas and experiences but she finds she has to examine her own feelings and ideals. So far, Alexandra has been a willing and exceptional student, although somewhat willful in nature. Jamison has proven to be a more than capable teacher. The twenty-four hour time limit on their agreement will soon come to a close. Will she choose to carry on with her education? Will Alexandra decide to continue her journey and exploration into all of the 'unknowns' that Jamison has to offer her? 

I hope you continue to follow Alexandra and Jamison's story. Enjoy the read and please continue to comment. I truly enjoy and appreciate your feedback. To those of you who have been so kind as to take the additional time to vote, comment, or email me, I thank you. Revel in the journey!! 

Thanks again, 

Apple_of_Eden 

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Jamison and Alexandra just ended a rather active play session on very little sleep from the night before. Jamison moves behind her and curls his body up to hers. Spooning her tightly against him he pulls the blanket over the two of them. Gently he rubs his hand along the length of her side. Kissing the back of her neck, he checks in with her. "Alexandra are you ok?" He asks as he continues to rub his hand up and down her side stopping and resting his hand on her hip. 

"Umm Hmm." She takes a deep breath. "Yes Jamison I'm ok." Alexandra reaches down and grasps Jamison's hand. She brings it up to her lips and kisses it. Then she pulls his hand to her breasts and holds it in her own hand. "Jamison, Thank you. Thank you for everything Jamison. I do mean everything." She says as her eyes close. 

"You're welcome." Jamison whispers back as he kisses the back of her neck and holds her tightly against his chest. Within minutes Alexandra's breathing is slow and peaceful. She is asleep as Jamison lies there listening to her soft breaths. It's been a very busy morning and he has had little sleep from the night before. Jamison joins Alexandra in sleep but his mind is actively organizing this afternoon's itinerary. 

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Two hours later and Jamison awakens from his nap. Alexandra remains asleep in his arms. Slowly he attempts to awaken her, first with a light kiss on the back of her neck. He receives no response. Then he gently strokes his hand down her side fondling her breast as he passes by, still nothing. He lightly blows his warm breath into her ear and still she does not stir from her position. 

"Alexandra." He quietly speaks her name directly into her ear. Again, she does not even stir. 

"Alexandra it's time to wake up." He says a little louder and playfully slaps her back side. "Smack!" It's not a forceful blow, but the room is very quiet and the smacking sound is amplified in the silence. 

Alexandra awakens and rolls over into his arms to face him. Smiling she asks, "So, we are back to the random slapping of my ass are we?" Her words are sleepy and her voice is teasing. 

"We are when it takes me five minutes just to get you to wake up and open your eyes." He sounds reprimanding, but she can tell from his facial expression that he too is teasing. 

"I hate to be the one to correct you Jamison, but it did not take you five minutes to kiss my neck, rub my side, and blow in my ear. It took barely two minutes before you reverted to brute force." She kisses the base of his chin as she finishes her summary of events. 

"Oh, so you were awake then were you?" He smiles down into her bright, but still sleep ridden eyes. "I could count your behavior as a falsehood Alexandra. Pretending one thing when really another is the truth is actually thought to be a lie. Don't you agree?" 

She hesitates, looking at him. "Jamison, that's not fair." She looks and sounds surprised by his response and because he looks so serious all of a sudden, she isn't sure whether or not he is kidding with her. She hopes he is because the sting on her ass from her last punishment for lying is still very much present. "I was only playing with you." 

"So, after all our play last night and then earlier today you haven't had enough? Are you saying I left you unsatisfied?" Now he is smiling and the glint in his eye, along with his tone, tells her all is well. He continues to tease her. "I guess I will just have to make up for that now won't I?" 

He rolls his body over onto hers until she is on lying flat on her back and he is over her. Jamison grasps her wrists and places her arms above her head, bent at the elbow. He holds them in place as his body comes to rest on top of hers. Looking into her eyes he starts to kiss her face. He dips his head down until his mouth covers hers. His kiss is warm, slow, and wet. He licks across her lips and Alexandra grants his tongue access to her mouth. 

His look is mischievous as he kisses her for just a few seconds and then pulls away. Then he kisses her again, gains access with his tongue, teases her, and pulls away. Jamison does this a third time and this time Alexandra wants more, she lifts her head to maintain contact with him and to hold the kiss when he pulls back. 

"No Alexandra." He says using his command tone. "You don't get to control this. You have no say in how long, how often, or in what manner I kiss you. Now, keep still and maintain the position you are in. If or when I want you to move, I will tell you or I will move you myself. The only movement you may have is to nod "yes" or "no". Nod if you understand." 

Alexandra nods yes. 

"I also want you to remain quiet. You can moan or make any sound you need to, but no words. Not even my name Alexandra. Nod if you understand." 

Again, she nods her head in the affirmative. Alexandra can feel her excitement ignite as Jamison talks to her in that voice. His voice is quiet, even, very composed. His voice is silky and sexy, yet unyielding and demanding at the same time. It sends chills down her spine and initiates a warm quivering feeling from her woman's core. She has no idea what he has in store for her, but by the darkening of his eyes and the smile on his face, she knows he has a plan. He kisses her one last time before he moves his mouth to her ear. 

Jamison traces around the rim of her ear with the tip of his tongue. He pulls her earlobe into his mouth and makes little sucking motions on it. He holds her earlobe gently between his teeth as he strokes the tip of his tongue back and forth across it. He starts off slow but quickly increases his tongues movement, then sucks it again before nipping her earlobe with the edges of his front teeth. 

"Ouch!" Alexandra cries out and her body twitches from the quick and unexpected pain. 

"Careful Alexandra, I told you to keep still and to not say a word. That was very close to a movement and 'Ouch' is most definitely a word Alexandra. Don't you agree?" He sweeps his gaze over her face admiring how beautiful she looks in her just awakened state. He focuses on her eyes as he awaits her response. 

Will she remember not to speak and answer with a nod or will she ignore my instructions and speak? Will she agree that 'ouch' is a word, wondering if she will be punished for not following my instructions? Or will she deny 'ouch' is a legitimate word and try to defend it as a sound being willful to the end? 

Alexandra is too smart to fall for his ruse. She knows he is purposefully trying to entice her to defy his instructions. She gives Jamison her most apologetic look and pouts her mouth as she nods 'yes'. 

"Good girl." He smiles at her. "I thought you may have forgotten my instructions but you remembered, very good. So, since it was such a small word and a minute infraction and since I am in such a giving mood this morning, I will give you a pass. Be careful though, a free pass is few and very far between. Understand?" 

Alexandra smiles in an attempt to convey her understanding and her thanks as she nods her head "yes." 

"Good. Now, let's continue." Jamison returns to his position by her ear and licks her earlobe again. His tongue is warm and soft. As his tongue teasingly licks over her lobe it tickles her and chills run down her neck. This time he moves his tongue up a fraction and inserts it in Alexandra's ear canal. He swirls it in small circles coating the inside of her ear with his saliva. He starts to thrust his tongue in and out of her ear. As Jamison inserts and withdraws his tongue in her ear, an "Umm" escapes from Alexandra's mouth. She is dying to move her head away from his moist tongue, but she knows better. 

"There is a theme here Alexandra. Relax and enjoy it." He whispers to her as he slowly licks from her earlobe down along her jaw line. He traces the curve of her neck with his tongue. He places small kisses over the area of her neck where he can feel her pulse. Jamison continues his journey across her collar bone. His tongue never leaves her skin as he continues to lick further down and over the soft tissue of her breast. Her darkened areola and her peaked nipple show her excitement. 

Jamison lifts his head high enough off of her breast so that Alexandra can see his face. He smiles at her as he heavily moistens his lips with his tongue until they glisten with his sputum. He lowers his head back to her breast and opens his mouth, encompassing her entire areola and nipple in his mouth. She can feel the warmth and moisture from his mouth as he suckles on her breast. 

Jamison is sucking hard and fast on her breast. His head is bobbing up and down as he mouths her areola and pulls back. He pulls his head back until his mouth closes tightly over just the tissue of her nipple. He sucks forcefully on the peaked tissue. So forcefully Alexandra is fighting not to move or call out. A hot sharp pain is centered on her nipple. As Jamison nips her erect tissue between his teeth Alexandra loudly moans. "Ahh!" Jamison doesn't hold back. He starts to really suck and apply pressure to her erect tissue. He sucks so firmly that when he pulls off of her he makes a popping sound with his mouth as her nipple breaks free. 

"Ahh! Umm!" Alexandra has to force herself not to move or cry out his name. The suction he applied to her nipple was very hard. She can see her nipple is deeply colored and swollen from his oral play. It burns somewhat and it is throbbing. 

Alexandra watches Jamison's motions as he repeats his mouthing and sucking of her other breast. She bites the inside of her cheek and tries to focus on Jamison's movements rather than her discomfort. After watching him for a few minutes though, she has to stop herself from giggling as she thinks about what it looks like he is doing. 

If I didn't know it was my breast in his mouth, it would look as if he were giving head to someone. Oh my God, I can't believe I just thought that. I wonder what he would say if I told him that during his analysis? 

Alexandra bites the inside of her cheek so hard, to stop from giggling, that she actually hurts herself and a tear falls from the outside of her eye. Jamison senses something is different with Alexandra. He looks up at her and sees the lone tear slowly drifting down the side of her face. 

"Alexandra are you ok?" He can't imagine that anything he has done has been painful enough to cause her to cry, yet he sees the tear. 

Alexandra nods her head 'yes'. 

"Then why the tear? Are you hurting in some way?" Slightly confused, Jamison questions her. 

She nods 'no'. 

"Alexandra you may use words to explain to me the reason for the tear." He is using his command voice. 

"It's nothing Jamison. You didn't hurt me. I'm fine." Subconsciously she tucks her lips in and bites down as if she needs to do that in order to stop any other words from coming out of her mouth. 

"I said use your words to explain the tear. The answer you just gave does not do that, try again. And by the look on your face, I know there is something you are not telling me that will answer my question. So, before this gets out of hand, why don't you just tell me what I want to know and what you so obviously are trying to avoid." 

"I was biting the inside of my cheek to avoid.." Alexandra hesitates debating on what to say. Immediately the words "rule number one" enter her head as she is debating telling him less than the truth. 

"To avoid what Alexandra?" Jamison asks as he pinches her nipple in order to focus her attention to him. It worked, immediately her eyes focus on his. 

"Ok, Jamison here is where rule number one is problematic. If I tell the truth, I may make you unhappy and if I lie, I will most definitely make you unhappy. So it really is a no win situation. But if I just avoid saying anything about what caused me to bite my cheek hard enough to cause a tear, we both win. Doesn't that make more sense?" She asks hopefully. 

"No." He responds as he reaches up with both hands pinching her nipples and tweaking them hard causing her to wince and reach for his hands. Immediately his brow goes up and his facial expression dares her to remove his hands. She withdraws her hands from their intended target. 

Jamison nods at her retreat and continues, "Rule number one is always tell the truth. Avoidance is not telling the truth. I would have thought you understood that by now." He says all of this while maintaining a hard pinch on Alexandra's nipples.  

"I do understand it Jamison. I was just hoping to avoid the "concrete" definition put forth and use a softer, more pliable, more useful definition." Alexandra's nipples hurt so much that she is barely able to cry out her words. 

"That's a lot of nice words to say that you want to lie to me." He looks at her slightly disappointed and Alexandra is immediately upset with herself for disappointing him. It hurts more since they have been doing so well during their bargained twenty-four hours. Finally, Jamison releases her nipples from his grasp. 

"Oh! Oh God!" She cries out as her nipples perfuse full of blood again, causing her pain. "I'm sorry Jamison; you are right. I promised to follow the rules and I should have just told you the truth. I was just trying to avoid hurting you or maybe making you unhappy or angry. But it really is a stupid thing. Maybe you will even find it funny. I was actually biting my cheek to stop myself from laughing." 

"Really, well share the humor. I could use a laugh." He looks at her as if he is reading every thought going through her head. His stare is intense and she feels herself shudder under his scrutiny. 

"Ok. Well, when you were mouthing and sucking my breast and nipple, the movements your head and mouth were making struck me as funny." His look is questioning. "I thought it funny because...well...you sort of looked like...well...you looked like you were giving someone a blowjob." As she gets out her last words she rolls her lips inward and bites down on them. She closes her eyes to avoid seeing Jamison's reaction to her words. 

Jamison laughs at Alexandra's comments but it's an odd, humorless laugh. "I guess I could see how that would look similar but trust me when I say, that is not an activity in which I have any interest." He says as she opens her eyes in surprise and looks at him. Alexandra is surprised that he is handling her comment so well. She thought he would react harshly to her comparison. 

"Yes. I can even understand you finding humor in it. Let's see how funny you find it now." He looks up at her and she notes the change in his voice. It is deeper and a little menacing, he sounds as if he is daring or taunting her. There is a definite challenge in his voice, his words, and his look. His face appears a little more stern in appearance and his eyes have darkened. All are warning signs that he means business and she realizes that she may be in a bit of trouble. 

"So Alexandra, if you found that funny, you're going to love what I do next. I'm going to make your little vision come to life for you. Let's see just how much you enjoy it." He looks at the confused expression on her face and laughs. "Remember Alexandra, do not speak and remain very still." 

As Jamison finishes his warnings he dips his head down to the breast he left just a few minutes ago. He lavishes her breast with the flattened surface of his tongue. As he licks over her entire breast, he pulls the already sensitive nipple back into his mouth. He sucks on it as hard as he can until Alexandra arches up in an attempt to relieve the pressure he is exerting on her poor little nub. 

Jamison slaps her breast three times in rapid sequence. "Slap, Slap, Slap!" His slaps to her breast are fast, hard and firm. Her soft ample breast tissue ripples in a wave like motion as he makes contact and a pink hand print is left on her milky white skin. "I told you not to move. Now don't do it again Alexandra. Understand?" 

Alexandra nods her head. She clenches the muscles in her sex as she feels a delicious flood of warm wetness coat the insides of her sex. The slaps to her breast cause a quick sharp pain that is almost sweet in its nature because of the after effects it causes her body to experience. 

God is there something wrong with me? How is it possible for me to get so excited by this man and the things he does and says? It just doesn't seem normal. Any sane woman would have left hours ago or have been even smarter and never agreed to come here. Yet I'm here and when he threatens to punish me if I break his rules, I find it exciting. He spanks me and I practically beg him to have his way with me. Hell, there is no 'practically' about it, I did beg him. Now, he sucks my nipple within an inch of causing it to fall off, then he spanks my breast, and I'm practically wetting myself. Again, no 'practically' about it. I'm wet and close to orgasm. 

While Alexandra is reviewing her thoughts, Jamison continues to suckle her for several more minutes. When he finally releases her from his mouth, she moans loudly in relief. Jamison continues his assault down the front of her abdomen. Every few inches he kisses her abdomen and then sucks a small section of tissue into his mouth, ending with little bites on her skin before he moves down to the next area. He leaves five "suction" and "bite" marks on his path between her breast and her navel. 

Jamison repeats the same actions on her navel that he had initially made in her mouth, on her ear, then her breast. He circles her navel with his tongue. He inserts his tongue in and out of her navel opening. He continues these motions and then bites the soft skin around her belly button. As Alexandra gasps and sucks in a breath, tightening her abdominal muscles. 

Jamison continues his path south and reaches her sex. He looks up at Alexandra and whispers, "Remember the theme Alexandra. Now I will start the completion of my story and you will see your little humorous mental picture come to reality. Watch and enjoy Alexandra." Jamison reaches between Alexandra's legs and spreads them apart. 

"Watch and enjoy Alexandra." He repeats himself as he slides his hand over her thigh. "I will be curious to see how funny you find me now." His voice is deep and husky. Clearly he plans on teasing her before he completes his "theme." 

The level of excitement Alexandra feels triples simply at the sound of his voice and by what he says. She is also aware of a heightened feeling of fear at the implied threat he just made. The two together make her feel like someone has just sucked the breath out of her lungs. She is so nervous her body tenses. She is full of anticipation and is so sexually excited she can feel her sex juices flowing from her. She isn't sure which move is the smartest for her to make, flight, fight, or surrender. She decides that surrender may not be the smartest, but it will be the most rewarding. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 06



Jamison slides his thumbs between her sex lips and spreads her open. Her skin is coated in moisture and her tissues glisten in their own juices. Her lips are dewy from the fluids leaking from her, they are full and supple. Her inner labia are deep red and fully engorged. She is so excited he can see her pussy leaking a small amount of fluid before he even touches inside of her. 

Holding her open he positions his face inches from her sex and breaths deeply. "Oh Alexandra, your scent is intoxicating." Jamison's mouth and nose are so close to her pussy that she can feel his breath caress her as he speaks and exhales. "You smell so sweet and floral with just a background hint of musk. Your scent drives me crazy. But, from what I remember, your taste is even more intoxicating. I can't wait to taste you again, to lick you, to eat you out and to feel your body writhe under my tongue." 

His words are like fire to her and set her entire body in flames. The heat of passion starts between her legs, but quickly spreads through her body. Jamison leans down and gently kisses her pussy. First the right side, then the left. He sucks each of her labia into his mouth one by one. 

"I want to bite you Alexandra. Here." Jamison points to her right labia. "And then here." He says as he points to her left lip. "Let me clarify that for you Alexandra. I'm going to bite you. I'm going to bite you a little harder than before and because your sex tissue is so sensitive, it's going to be somewhat more painful but you must stay still." 

Jamison looks up to see the expression on Alexandra's face. She scrunches her eyes closed and holds her mouth clenched tightly. She holds her hands balled tightly in fists and her body quakes just before she tenses every muscle at his announcement. She is preparing herself for his bite. He notes her body's preparation and wonders if she has prepared her mind for the sensations as well. She has no idea what she is in for from him. 

He smiles watching her attempts to ensure control over her body. He silently laughs at her futile attempt. He has plans for her and being in control is not in any of them. 

He bites down on her right labia, none to gently, as she pushes her buttocks down into the bed. Her attempt to get away from his mouth only increases her torment. Jamison laughs at her weak attempt to withdraw from him while his teeth hold her lip between their ridges. Alexandra feels the vibration of Jamison's laugh and her resolve splinters and her body shakes. He scrapes along her skin as she tries to pull away from him. Alexandra's movement only increases the pain by pulling her labia through his clench teeth. He moves to her left labia and bites her again before pulling on it with his teeth and then releasing it as she cries out. 

"Aurghhhh! Aurghhhh!" Alexandra wants to scream at him but she knows she can't use any words. Her mouth remains speechless, but her mind is cursing him. Fuck, I fucking hate you. Oh God, that hurts. Please Jamison, please stop. 

Jamison lifts his head to look up at Alexandra. "Look at me Alexandra." He commands. 

Alexandra takes a deep breath and steadies herself as she lifts her head to look down at him. Even as her mind is cursing him, she cannot deny that he is one fucking sexy man and that she is majorly attracted to him. She cannot deny the fact that she wants this man. She cannot deny, even to herself, even now that he has caused her pain, that everything he has said or done since they met has been a turn on for her. She stares down at him. 

Jamison holds her eye contact. He licks his lips and informs her, "Alexandra, believe me when I tell you this, nothing you can do is going to spare you from the feelings, the desire, the need that I am about to inflict in you. So baby, don't waste your energy trying. You're going to need your energy a little later to concentrate on other things. Alexandra, this is something you're going to have to sit back and enjoy. This is something you are never going to forget. I promise you that." 

He gives her a sexy all knowing smile as he stops speaking. Leaning his face back down, he comes to rest on her inner thigh. Jamison opens his mouth and sucks an area of soft skin on her upper thigh. He sucks it so hard that he can see the ruptured capillaries when he releases the skin. For good measure, he bites her just above his mark leaving the indent of his teeth marks. He runs his tongue around his bite mark then up the inside of her thigh. As he reaches her sex, he takes a deep breath. "You really do smell so good Alexandra." 

Jamison inserts his tongue down into the apex between her legs. Then he pushes his face deep into her sex and runs the tip of his nose over her center coating it with her sex juices. As he does this, he drags his tongue slowly in its path. He pulls his head back and slowly blows light breaths over Alexandra's wet pussy. 

She squirms as his breath tickles her and sends little sparks of electrical current over her sex's core. 

"Keep still Alexandra. I don't want to have to tell you again." He reprimands her once more. 

Keep still, how the hell am I supposed to keep still? I want to jump out of my own skin. Areas of my body feel like they are on fire and you are telling me to keep still. Oh God, please help me. Please help me keep still. Please help me to do as his says. 

"Get ready Alexandra." Jamison's voice is eerily soft and quiet but there is an underlying urgency heard in it. Slowly he inserts his tongue inside her pussy and licks her repeatedly from back to front. Over and over his tongue strokes her in varying degrees of speed and pressure. 

Alexandra is fighting to keep control, but she is unable to stop her moans. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ummm!" 

Alexandra's pelvis starts to arch to meet his tongue and mouth. Jamison brings his arms between her legs and loops them under her thighs. He places his hands on her hips and digging his fingers into her, he holds her hips down in a vice like grip. With her thighs now slightly elevated over his shoulders, he buries his face in her. He inserts his tongue into her vaginal opening and thrusts in and out several times. Jamison fucks her vagina with his tongue. He slowly rotates the tip of his tongue around and around the soft tissue protecting the opening to her vagina. He licks and sucks at the excess of juices leaking from her and Jamison moans his pleasure into her sex's flesh. 

The licking, the sucking, and the vibrations from his moan ignite Alexandra's need. She is at the edge of her sexual precipice and her body is begging for release. 

Jamison removes his tongue from her vaginal area and relocates just a few millimeters higher. Alexandra cries out in frustration and disappointment. "Augh! Umm! Umm!" 

Jamison finds his new area of exploration and starts to probe. He twirls his tongue tightly into a small u shape at the tip and he starts his ministrations. He pokes his tongue firmly and repeatedly at Alexandra's urethral opening and immediately she pulls back and cries out. "Oh!" 

The sensation is foreign to her but her body responds quickly, her nipples harden more, her pelvic and vaginal muscles tighten, and her clit feels tighter and more prominent. She feels as if her pelvic floor softens at the sensation of Jamison's tongue on her urethral tissue. He pokes the tip of his tongue just inside of her urethra and she starts to squirm again. 

Alexandra's breathing is rapid and she can feel every pulse point in her body as her blood pumps through her at what feels like enormous pressure and speed. Jamison ceases his poking motion and quickly switches to a slow swirl around her urethra. He strokes her in small circles, just skirting the tissue surrounding her opening. The effect on her is mind-altering and she forgets everything Jamison has mandated. 

Alexandra reaches down and grabs handfuls of Jamison's hair as she simultaneously pushes his head down into her and rocks her pelvis upward. Her movements become so fast and so forceful that Jamison releases his hold on her hips to protect both of them from any injury. 

He wasn't expecting this degree of a response from stimulating her urethra but, he is not one to complain at a job well done. Encouraged by her reactions he continues to build up her tension and excitement by changing from the swirling motion to a rapid side to side stroke across her sensitive area. In between stroking her urethra, he lifts his tongue slightly to tease at her clit. He alters these movements for just a few minutes before he feels a change in Alexandra's response. 

"I take it you like this Alexandra?" He says teasingly before quickly returning to his orchestrations. 

"Yes, Oh God, Yes!" She takes a few short rapid gasps for breath. "Please, Jamison, please don't stop." Her body is practically convulsing. All of her energy is concentrated on the area between Jamison's tongue, her urethral tissue, and now her clit. She realizes that she no longer has any control over her body. The sensations she is experiencing are chaotic at the least and cataclysmic at best. She can't stop her body from twitching and she can't stop herself from moaning. 

Jamison senses her climax about to hit. He alters his movements by quickly teasing her urethra with his tongue's rapid movements and then encloses her clit between his lips as he swiftly applies firm sucking motions to her sensitive nub. His rhythm is torturous but it causes the most exquisite feelings she has ever experienced. Jamison realizes Alexandra is about to come and he quickly inserts two fingers into her vagina and roughly thrusts them in and out of her. His pace is rapid and the friction from his fingers along her vaginal wall causes her to cry out. 

"Pleeeease! Oh God! Pleeeease!" Her voice is at a shrieking level and it is piercing to the ear. 

Alexandra doesn't recognize what happens to her next. As Jamison alters between stimulating her urethra and her clit with his mouth and finger fucking her at a rapid pace, Alexandra's body stiffens. Her back becomes rigid, her arms and legs extend tightly, and she feels like she cannot move. Every nerve ending in her body seems to fire at once. Electricity seems to course through her body and she arches her pelvis high off the bed. Her head and neck arch back as she screams out in sexual ecstasy. She feels a high pressured release of fluid from her sex as she continues to scream. 

"Fuck! Oh Fuck! Pleeease!" She cries out over and over. "Fuck! Oh Please!" Her entire body experiences her climax. It is unlike anything she has ever felt. Her heart is pounding, her lungs gasping for air, her muscles continue to quiver and she swears she can hear her own voice screaming. She feels as if she has left her body and is watching herself respond from outside of herself. Alexandra's mind is completely lost in sensation. She hears nothing; she sees nothing. All she knows is what her body is feeling. She is lost in sensation. It is a full minute or two before she realizes it is her screaming. Another few minutes pass before she regains movement in her limbs. Even longer before thought returns to her. 

When she looks down, she sees Jamison staring up at her with an amused but satisfied look on his face. As her vision clears and she looks more closely, she notices his face is dripping wet. For a few seconds, she thinks he must really be sweating. Then she realizes the bed sheet below her buttocks is soaked. 

"Why are you so sweaty?" She asks completely unaware, her words still shaky. 

"That's not sweat Alexandra and it's not mine." He says laughingly. 

"Why are the sheets so wet?" She asks still unaware of what just happened. 

Jamison smiles and moves from between her legs. He crawls up next to her on the bed and says, "Do you recall any of the last few minutes?" 

He pushes her hair away from her sweaty face. He leans in and kisses her warm flushed cheek. He strokes his fingers gently along her neck and down to her chest. Gently he plays with her breast as he continues to talk to her. 

"Of course I do. What do you mean do I recall?" She looks at him questioningly and somewhat confused. 

"Do you remember achieving an intense orgasm just now? Do you remember being so high and sexually excited that when you achieved your orgasm you actually squirted from its intensity?" He is smiling at her when he asks but he is sensitive to the fact that she might not have a clear memory of it. 

Alexandra looks at him in disbelief. "I what?" 

"You experienced an orgasm so intense you squirted." He indicates with his hand his wet face, chest, and the soaked sheets below them. 

Alexandra closes her eyes and tries to focus on what just happened. Focus Alexandra. Focus on what happened. Focus on what you thought and felt, on how you responded. Oh God, now I sound like Jamison right before he asks to analyze everything. 

"I remember your mouth being on me. I remember thinking no one has ever touched me or stimulated me there before. I remember thinking I never felt like this before. I remember thinking something is happening, someone is screaming. Then I remember feeling like I didn't have any control over my body. Like I couldn't move, speak, or think. Then I just remember feeling like I was outside of myself watching." 

As she looks at Jamison he is smiling at her. His hand is lightly caressing her chest and abdomen tracing over the deep red marks he has left on her. She sees the wet shine that remains on his face and chest. As he leans in to kiss her she can smell her woman's scent all over his face. When his lips touch hers and his tongue enters her mouth, she can taste herself on him. 

"Oh God!" She cries out as she realizes what just happened. She realizes all of the wet shine on Jamison is from her. It's from her orgasm. She is humiliated, embarrassed, and delightfully happy at the same time. She has never experienced such an intense orgasm as she has with Jamison. And she has NEVER SQUIRTED in her entire life, not with a partner and not alone. She covers her face with her hands as she looks at Jamison. 

He laughs lightly. "It's a little too late to be shy now baby." He reaches over and gently pulls her hands from her face. "Look at me Alexandra." 

She shakes her head no and keeps her eyes closed. 

"Alexandra, you heard me. Now do as I say." He is demanding but not at all angry or cold in his words. 

Alexandra opens her eyes and slowly turns to look at Jamison. Her face is bright red and her blush is now covering most of her neck and chest. "Alexandra, there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about here. Sex is natural. Good sex is even better and is supernatural. Great sex, well baby, great sex is rare and magical. I told you when we started to 'sit back and enjoy', I told you, you were about to experience something you would 'never forget.' Even I wasn't planning or expecting you to squirt. But I won't lie, I'm glad you did. I'm glad we experienced it together." 

"I'm sorry Jamison. I'm sorry I got you all wet." She sounds like a little girl apologizing for spilling her milk. Then she continues, "I'm sorry I couldn't hold still or remain quiet. To be truthful, I don't even remember screaming. I thought it was someone else at first. It wasn't till afterward that I realized it was me." 

"There is nothing to be sorry for Alexandra. I can tell you this, if it makes you feel any better. I'm not sorry I got you all wet! I enjoyed every minute of it and I'm definitely not sorry I made you squirt. I'm guessing by the look on your face that this is another first we share together." He says hopefully. 

"God yes! I have never felt like that before. I surely have never done that before." Alexandra reaches over and touches the side of Jamison's face. She wipes the wet strands of hair from his face and then leans up to kiss him. 

"We'll have to work on your ability to follow my wishes. And God knows we need to work on your ability to hold still and keep quiet. Holding still, I think we have a chance at, keeping quiet I'm not too sure about. Either way, I have toys that can assist with both problem areas." He smiles at her. 

"You amaze me Jamison. So far you are full of surprises." She smiles into his eyes. 

"So are you Alexandra. So are you." He responds while his hand continues to stroke over her chest and abdomen. 

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"Now, we only have a few hours left to our twenty-four hour commitment. And we have a lot of information to share and homework to assign before I take you home. I'm going to jump in the shower quick and then you can shower." He places a quick kiss on Alexandra's lips as he gets out of bed and starts to walk toward the shower. 

"Wouldn't it save time and water if we just showered together?" Alexandra asks coyly thinking of how fun showering with Jamison would be. 

My God! What is wrong with me? I'm exhausted. I can barely move. Just about every muscle in my body aches. The man has done things to me, with me that I have never before experienced and still I want more. I have had half a dozen orgasms in the last several hours and all I can think about is what he will do next and when. All of this has been mind blowing and we haven't even had "sex" yet. Well, technically we have had "sex;" we haven't had intercourse yet. God, I bet he is great at that too. 

"I told you already that I am only human Alexandra. I also told you that you are not ready for anything much more in depth then what you just experienced. And given the outcome of that, I would say that was a lot. I want you to at least be aware of some of what I will expect and want if or when we come together more intimately." 

Jamison takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "I've told you earlier, you need more information in order to make even a semi-educated decision as to whether or not you want me as your Dom or even if you want and have what it takes to be a sub. I don't want to do anything that you are not prepared for. Alexandra trust in me when I say you are not prepared for what I will want from you. When we come together in that sense, even for the first time, it will be as a Dom/sub come together. I will take from you things you didn't even know you had to give. If you thought that last experience was mind-blowing, when we come together fully, you are in for a totally different experience. So be a good girl and don't keep pushing this or you just may get what you keep asking for." 

Alexandra is warm and wet just from his comments. She pulls her legs together and brings her knees up as she hugs herself. As Jamison makes his way across the room to the shower, he looks back to Alexandra sitting naked in his bed and blushing at his words. 

"And Alexandra, while I'm in the shower DO NOT touch yourself. Are we clear?" He waits for her response. 

"I wasn't planning on it." She gives him her most innocent look. 

Damn it! How did he know I was just thinking that I was glad to have time alone? That as soon as he was in that shower, I was going to take care of some business after our little conversation. I swear sometimes that that man is a mind reader. 

Shaking his head in disbelief, he wags his finger at her in a "no, no, no" fashion. "Alexandra didn't you learn a thing this morning? Do you want to change your answer now or do you want me to come back over there and help you learn another lesson about rule number one?" Jamison is standing there completely naked looking like a Greek God. But Alexandra knows one thing for sure; he is not making an idol threat. He will come back to bed and God only knows how he will teach her the next lesson. 

"Ok. So I might have been thinking about it, but I wasn't planning on it. Is that better?" She shrugs her shoulders and smiles at him. 

"Acceptable." Is all he says as he turns and enters the bath room. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 06



"Damn that was close." She sighs and repositions herself so she can get more comfortable. "Besides, how would he know if I did?" She whispers to herself as she sinks into the pillow. 

"I mean it Alexandra and I will know." Jamison yells out from the shower. 

"Shit! There is no way he heard me say that. I swear that man can read my thoughts." She curls up and pulls the covers over her. It doesn't take long before she is asleep. Jamison has exhausted her, but only in the best of ways. 

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Jamison finishes showering and wraps a towel around his waist. He towel dries his hair as quickly as possible. He runs his fingers through his thick locks, brushing everything back off his face and leaving his hair to dry naturally. He hurries so that Alexandra can shower and then they can review some important information. 

As he returns to the bedroom, he sees Alexandra has fallen back to sleep. The silk sheets are twisted around her legs, but for the most part she is uncovered. He sits on the side of the bed next to her and rubs her back. Just seeing her naked backside and touching her skin makes him hard. She is lying on her stomach, her face turned to the side and her hair is covering her features. Gently he pushes her hair from her face. 

"Alexandra, come on, wake up. We have a lot to do and to discuss and we don't have time to waste sleeping." Jamison takes in her every curve of her body as she lays there with her backside exposed and in full view. He starts to run his hand over her body. He caresses his hand over her soft pale skin. Starting at her shoulder, he slowly strokes down her back. He dips his hand down as her lower back curves downward. Then he spreads his fingers wide and flattens his palm against her skin as his hand slides over her ass. Jamison kneads her ass cheeks like fresh dough as he squeezes her flesh between his fingers. He can feel his erection becoming harder and a light throbbing starts in his groin. 

"Come on Alexandra, time to get up." As he finishes his sentence, Alexandra still half asleep reaches her arm out and places her hand in his lap. Before Jamison has a chance to move, she has her fingers inside the fold of his towel and wrapped around his penis. She begins to return his caress, stroking his penis in her fisted hand. 

"Ohhh Shit! Alexandra. Fuck! Stop it." Jamison takes a deep breath as he removes Alexandra's hand from him. 

"SMACK!" Jamison firmly slaps her ass hard. "Enough Alexandra, get up and get showered." He sounds angry. 

"Ouch!" She cries out loud. "Jamison that hurt." 

"It was supposed to! And if you don't get up and showered, it's going to hurt a lot more." He looks at her as she rolls onto her side. 

"But..." 

"No 'buts' Alexandra, now get moving." His tone is sharp and he is done playing. He gets off the bed and moves to his dresser to get some clean clothes. He is all business now as he watches Alexandra finally get out of bed. 

As she goes to pass by him, he grabs her arm tightly in his hand. Stopping her and pulling her very close, he looks into her eyes. His face is barely an inch from hers. His eyes are almost black and his jaw is held firm. He whispers his words as he holds her close to him. There is no doubt that he means every word he says to her. She has tested his patience once too often. 

"Alexandra I have told you multiple times my reasons for not "taking" you yet. I even explain things to you in detail earlier. Yet still, you try to provoke me. You challenge me with you words, you taunt me with your teasing remarks, and again you try to seduce me with your touch. You are playing with fire Alexandra. I would hate to see you get burned. Now, don't do it again. Do we have an understanding on this issue?" 

"Jamison, I just wanted to return some of the pleasure you have given me. You have pleasured me and you haven't had any release. I know you said you have excellent control and that you are well practiced in it. But you won't even let me touch you, let alone give you some form of pleasure." 

"I know that that is part of your reasoning Alexandra. I appreciate that part of it. What I don't appreciate is the part where you try to manipulate me into getting what you want. And don't even try to deny it because we both know it to be true. Now, I'm telling you for the last time. You are not ready to be fucked by me. You have a lot to learn before you can make that decision. I won't tell you again. Are we clear?" 

There is a quiet calmness to him that is very frightening. Alexandra is aware of the tension behind not only what he is saying, but in every move he makes. Watching and listening to him now is like experiencing the "calm before the storm" that people describe just before a major tornado hits. Alexandra makes note to try to avoid antagonizing him on this subject again. 

"Yes Jamison. We are clear." Her response is equally controlled and quiet. 

"Good, because the next time I just may give you what you deserve. Now get your shower and meet me in my den. I will have some food served while we review the paperwork you have to look over. I also want to give you some books and web sites for information. Then I need to review some things with you before our twenty-four hours is up and I take you home." 

"Ok. I'll be quick and meet you downstairs." Alexandra turns to head toward the bath room as Jamison calls to her. 

"And Alexandra, my request from before still..." before Jamison can finish his statement, Alexandra does it for him. 

"I know Jamison. I know. I'm not allowed to touch myself in the shower either." She looks back and wiggles her bottom at him. 

He laughs at her antics. "What makes you think I was going to say that?" His voice is lighter and he is somewhat amused by her verbal and physical come back. 

"Weren't you?" She looks at him skeptically. 

"Well, you will never know now because you were rude and cut me off before I was able to complete my sentence." He smirks at her adding his non-verbal "so there." 

"Well if that is not what you were going to say, then I wouldn't be breaking any rules or disobeying your command if I were to take advantage of being alone in your nice big shower. Would I?" 

"Let's work under the belief that my initial request still stands." He smiles at her. 

"It seems that I am not the only one who manipulates words to benefit their needs." Alexandra sashay's into the bathroom area before Jamison can respond. Once she is in the shower, she can hear his laughter from the bedroom. 

Jeez, even the sound of his laughter is sexy. This man is not simply your run of the mill control freak megalomaniac, but he is a handsomely sexy man who has the will power of a saint and the sexual know how of a well-practiced sinner. I can't believe how much things have changed since I met him. I can't believe some of the things I have experienced. I can't believe our twenty-four hours is almost over and I can't believe I enjoyed him and everything we did together so much. Mostly, I can't believe I'm thinking about seeing him again and continuing this crazy ride we are on together. 

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When Jamison goes downstairs, he immediately goes to the kitchen. Mrs. Miller, his housekeeper and cook is at the stove. Smiling at Jamison, like a mother smiles at her little boy who has just been naughty, Mrs. Miller addresses him. "Well good afternoon Jamison. I was wondering if you planned to leave your bedroom today." 

"Good morning, Mrs. M." He smiles warmly at her as he continues to speak. "It was a late night." 

"I'll bet it was." She says quietly, almost to herself, as she pours him some pineapple juice. Knowing that Jamison heard every word she said but chose to ignore them. 

"I have a guest over. Would you mind bringing a lite super to the den in a little while? She is showering now and will be down shortly." 

He smiles at her as she hands him the glass of juice. He drinks it down in one motion. "Thank you." 

"You're welcome. Would you like anything special for your meal?" 

"No thanks. I will leave that up to you. We have some things to go over and then I will be taking her home. I'll be back for dinner tonight. We haven't eaten since last evening, so just a lite meal would be nice." 

"Ok then, I will bring it in in about thirty minutes." 

"Thank you. Oh, Mrs. M. I hope this young woman will be returning in the future. So if you could.." Jamison hesitates he never knows how to approach these things with Mrs. M. But she always seems to know what he means and acts in his best interest. She has been like a second mother to him and she knows "everything" there is to know about him. She has basically taken care of him since he was a teenager. 

"I understand Jamison. No need to worry. I will treat her with kid gloves. Unless she hurts you, then all gloves are off." She shakes her head at him. "I'm not going to let anyone else hurt you like that last one did. I told you about her." Her face went from soft and friendly to angry in just a few seconds. 

"It's not the same Mrs. M. I know you told me things. I should have listened better. It's over now and I don't want to talk about it anymore." Jamison's face is flat, no affect. His tone is quiet and reserved, but still she can hear the hurt. 

"Ok then, it's over. But you're my boy and I won't be so reserved the next time I have something to say to you." She gives him her determined warning look. One he has been on the receiving end of all too often since he was a boy and she hasn't altered it since he became a man. If anything, she gives it more often. 

"If you were 'reserved' last time, I'd like to see what you will be like unleased!" He says laughingly as he kisses her cheek and leaves the kitchen. 

As he exits the door he hears her say, "No my boy, you wouldn't." 

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Jamison enters his den and goes through some paperwork he has in his file cabinet behind his desk. He pulls out a manila folder that has several sheets of paper in it. His name is typed across the front of the folder and it is labeled as "Medical Information." The first sheet is a summary of his most recent medical exam giving him a clean health status report. The second sheet is a copy of lab work results all of which are in the normal ranges. The third paper, gives the results of his tests regarding sexually transmitted diseases, Hepatitis screen, and HIV results. All of which were negative. He places the folder on top of his desk. 

He looks into another folder labeled "resources and information sites." He removes a single sheet of paper from the front of the folder. It has a list of web sites on it and a ranking system of three to five stars. Five stars indicating not only the best information but the web sites that Alexandra should view first. He takes another sheet of paper from the back of this folder. This paper has a list of suggested books to read. There are at least twenty-five books listed. 

Jamison takes a small key on his key chain and opens the locked bottom drawer of his cabinet. It is a file drawer and has a dozen or so individual files in it. Some files are thicker than others, but all of the files hold three folders within them. The first folder in each file is labeled "Personal Information and Background History." The second folder is labeled "Medical and Psychological Information." And the last file is labeled "Agreements, Contracts, and Activities Profile." 

The first file in the drawer has Alexandra Newman typed across the file tab. Jamison leaves the first two folders in the file and pulls out the third labeled "Agreements, Contracts, and Activities Profile." He turns to his desk and places this folder under the folder of his medical information. Jamison closes the drawer and relocks the drawer giving it a test pull to make sure it is secure. 

Jamison walks over to his book shelves and opens the section of shelves to the far right. It is the only section of shelves held behind a cabinet door. He looks over the books and pulls one of them from the top shelf and two more from the second shelf. He walks back to his desk and places the books next to the manila folders on his desk. He turns on his desk lamp and awaits Alexandra's arrival. 

A few minutes later Alexandra is at the entrance to the den. She is dressed in her clothes from last evening. As Jamison looks her over, he realizes she looks just as beautiful as she did last evening. As he takes in her beauty, he is distracted by one thing. Alexandra has put her chain and lock necklace back on. Jamison can't take his eyes off of it. No matter how he tries to avoid it, his eyes keep coming back to it. 

"Alexandra, you look beautiful." He says as he walks from his desk over to her. "There is only one problem." 

"I know. I'm over-dressed but I didn't have anything else to wear." She teases, not even thinking about the necklace. 

"That's not what I was referring to." He says quietly as he traces her neckline just under where the chain and lock rest on her skin. "I was referring to your necklace. I was hoping you wouldn't be wearing it." He keeps his voice quiet and his tone even and unemotional, but he is disturbed by the fact that she put the necklace back on after everything he told her. 

"Jamison, you know it is just a necklace. It is not a collar and it has no special meaning. I thought you said it was the meaning and significance of a necklace/collar that counted, not the material item itself." She watches him closely to gauge his response. 

"I did and it is. But I also said I didn't like it on you." He doesn't say anything else to her about it. "Come in and sit down here." He points to the chair at his desk. 

As Alexandra walks over to his desk area, she removes the necklace and places it in her handbag. "Is that more to your liking?" She asks. 

He nods at her and smiles. "Yes. Thank you." Jamison leans down and kisses her bare neck area. 

"I'm guessing that you would prefer if I didn't wear this particular piece of jewelry when I'm with you. Am I correct?" 

"Yes. Is that something you would be willing to do?" He asks hoping she will say yes. 

"Yes, of course. But it really is a nice necklace and up until now, it has been one of my favorites. But if it bothers you so much, I won't wear it when we are together. Is that better?" 

"Would it be too much to ask you simply not to wear it at all?" He looks at her as he asks. 

"I like the necklace Jamison. I wear it quite frequently. I'm trying to understand your feelings about this but, to promise I will never wear it again is too much for right now. I don't think I can promise that now." 

"I understand." He nods his head as he looks at her. She hasn't made any commitment to him regarding their relationship, so he will have to accept her answer for now. 

"Come here Alexandra. Sit down so we can review some of the information we spoke of last night and earlier today." He pulls the desk chair out for her and she sits down. 

"I love your desk Jamison." She says as she rubs her hands over the highly polished wood. "It is made of the same wood as your bed and in the same design style. How is that?" 

"I'm glad you like them. You are very observant. Not many people notice at first that my desk and bed are similar. They are made of wood from the Mpingo tree, native to Africa. The wood is known as African Black Wood and is used mostly to make musical instruments, like the clarinet. I had some of the wood from another project and designed the desk and bed myself. I had one of the master carpenters that works for one of my companies make them to my specifications." 

"It figures you would have a "Master" carpenter make them for you." Alexandra stresses the word master and laughs at her play on words. 

"Your humor is not lost on me Alexandra. I get your play on words. But as it happens, the man in question is also a "Master" in your sense of the term. He was very willing and helpful in following my design requests." He smiles at her in a knowing kind of way. It's as if he has a secret that he is not going to share with her, at least not yet. 

"But enough about my furniture designs. Let's get down to business." He pulls a chair up next to Alexandra's. Taking the first folder, he opens it and starts to review his medical paperwork. "As we spoke of last evening, here is my medical summary, the results of my last physical, my lab work, my STD and HIV test results and other basic medical information. Take a few minutes to read it over and let me know if you have any questions." 

As Alexandra is reviewing the information, a knock on the door is heard and Jamison gets up to open the door. He slides the large wooden door into the pocket. Mrs. Miller enters with a tray of food and two bottles of water. She places the tray on the serving table in front of the small couch. 

"Alexandra Newman, I would like you to meet Mrs. Miller. Mrs. Miller please welcome Alexandra into our home. I hope she will be returning often." Jamison smiles at both women as he addresses them. 

"Ms. Newman, it is a pleasure. Anyone who is a friend of Jamison's and treats my boy well will always be welcomed here by me. I hope you enjoy your meal and I look forward to seeing you again." She smiles and nods to Alexandra. 

"Thank you Mrs. Miller. I'm sure the meal will be excellent. Thank you for your kindness. I hope if we see each other again, we will be able to get to know each other better." Alexandra returns her smile but she is not unaware of the implied threat in the woman's welcome. Treat her Jamison, her boy, well and you are welcome. Implied that if you don't treat him well, you will have my wrath with which you will have to deal. Well that's good that she cares enough to protect him. It's nice to have someone on your side. 

Mrs. Miller leaves the room and Jamison closes the door. As he turns back to Alexandra he sees her smiling at him with a glint in her eyes and an odd look on her face. 

"What's that look about?" He asks as he returns to his seat next to her. 

"Mrs. Miller cares about you and you care about her." She smiles at him. "I would say, based on her words, that she cares about you a lot and that she is very protective of "her boy." She basically threatened me just a few minutes ago." 

"She did not threaten you and yes she does care about me. I also care a great deal about her. She has been with me since I was a teenager. My Dad hired her after my Mom died and she has been like a mother to me. So, yes, I care about her very much." Jamison is looking at Alexandra to see if she has anything else to say. 

"It's nice to have someone who cares about you and takes care of you. I'm happy you have each other. But she did threaten me when she said, 'Anyone who is a friend of Jamison's and treats my boy well will always be welcomed here by me.' She also meant, if you don't treat him well, you will have me to answer to." 

Jamison laughs. "Ok, so I might have heard a little of that in her words, but I wouldn't call it a threat." 

"Really, what would you call it?" She laughs back with him. 

"It was more like a soft warning." He smiles at Alexandra. 

"Well, I want you to remember how forgiving you are right now the next time I say something you don't particularly care for or you take issue with." Alexandra smirks at him. 

Jamison kisses her on the mouth. "That is a totally different issue and will be dealt with appropriately. Now let's get back to business." 

"Why, may I ask, is it so different?" She questions. 

"Because my dear Alexandra, you did not practically raise me and I definitely do not think of you as my mother figure." 

"Oh! Well you have a good point there." She laughs. 

"Do you have any questions regarding my medical papers? Are you satisfied with my health information?" 

"Yes. Everything looks fine. Do you want me to get copies of my last physical and test results?" She asks wondering how she will explain her requests to her physician. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 06



"Would you feel comfortable sharing that information with me?" Jamison is happy she asked, but he wants to make sure it is something she is willing to do. 

"Yes. I don't have anything to hide. I have already told you the results last night. I just have to get copies from my doctor's office." She says matter of factly. 

"Ok. Let's look at the next folder then. This is for you to take home and review. The first page has web sites that will be helpful. They are marked. Five stars means they are valuable information and you should review them first. Then go down the list to the four star and three star sites. They have information, but they are less organized and have a lot of personal experience information that may be helpful to you. The next page is a list of books that are very informative and will give you some basic information and then some that are more advanced. Start at the top of the list and work your way down. I have the first three books here for you." He looks at Alexandra to see if she is overwhelmed. 

"Wow. You are really organized here. I can't believe you are giving me a book titled, "SM101." Seriously, who came up with that title? Do you teach a class on this or something? I'm waiting to get my syllabus or is that on these last few pages of information." She laughs. 

"You will find I'm fairly organized about most things Alexandra. And I would guess that Jay Wiseman chose the name "SM101" since he wrote the book." Also, when you have been into the lifestyle for any length of time, you tend to keep tract of the good information in order to share it with others. Even vets of BDSM share good sites or books with each other. We are a very supportive community." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. You sound surprised. We are like any other group of people who share similar likes or dislikes. We are everyday normal people who have normal jobs and live in the same world as everyone else. You would be surprised who shares in your world by day and crosses over into mine at other times. You were surprised to find out about Stephan and Ashley. We're just regular people who enjoy a certain level of kink in our sex life and if it is accompanied by some toys and little or a lot of play, pain, or pleasure, more power to you." 

"Jamison, I've said it before and I have a feeling I will say it again. You amaze me Jamison Montgomery. You simply amaze and surprise me." Alexandra shakes her head back and forth as she looks at him with a quirky smile on her face. 

"Well, if you think what I have shown you so far was surprising, wait till you see what we discuss next. Let's sit over on the couch so we can eat something and I can explain individual items to you if needed." Jamison laughs as he pulls out a stapled set of papers with an extensive check list on them. 

"This must be shocking if you think it will be surprising to me and you are already laughing at the need to 'explain individual items' to me. I can't wait to see this, what is it?" Alexandra looks at Jamison with a very curious look on her face. 

"Alexandra, please remember that everything I give you is simply for information and educational purposes. Nothing is written in concrete and there is always room for interpretation and negotiation. If you decide that this isn't for you and you don't want to see me again, then the only thing we have done is broadened your education." 

"I want you to keep an open mind when you look at this checklist. It's called a BDSM Activities checklist and it goes into some detail regarding things that can be shared between a Dom and sub. It's a baseline to start with and to discuss with each other. Things can change as time goes on, but it is a starting place." Jamison is keeping his tone as calm and relaxed as possible. He doesn't want to initiate any anxiety or doubt in Alexandra's mind as they discuss the activities list. 

"We can look over it together and discuss any questions you have. But Alexandra, I don't want you to answer anything on the list until next Friday. I want you to look at it and read it at least once, preferably twice a day, when you are at home, won't be disturbed, and you are relaxed. Take your time and read each item. Think about how it makes you feel. Make little notes about your thoughts or questions about each item. I want you to think about whether or not you would want to try it. Think about if it would bring you pleasure or excitement. Also think about if it brought me pleasure or excitement would you be willing to do it." 

"Something that you would absolutely NEVER want to try or do under any circumstance is a HARD limit. Things that you may not want to do right now, but given time, information, experience, and/or for me you would try at some time in the future is a SOFT limit. Everything else should be rated in a degree system from 0 to 5. Each number has a definition with it and you can change your answers as we go forward. In the experience column, you can write "yes" if you have experienced the activity or "no" if you have not. Understand?" He looks closely at Alexandra to make sure she is assimilating all of the information he just gave her. 

Alexandra nods yes as she opens her bottled water and drinks half of the bottle at once. 

"Are you okay Alexandra?" He looks at her concerned. He swears she is pale just looking at the list. 

"Jamison, have you done all of these things?" She asks nervously. 

"Not all of them, but I have experience with the majority of them at one time or another. It might be easiest if you look them over and we discuss the ones you would consider HARD limits." He says as he continues to watch her closely. 

"Well, it's a very inclusive list you have here. I'm not even sure I know what some of these things mean. But there are a few things here that I don't have to wait until Friday to tell you NO WAY ABSOLUTELY NOT on." She looks at him as she takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales. 

"Ok. Let's start there." Jamison remains calm and reassuring, but he is hoping her list won't be all inclusive and that she will keep an open mind before she rules everything out. 

"Ok, God where to start. Well since the list is alphabetical let's do it in that order. 'Animal roles, Asphyxiation, and Beastiality' are definite NO's. 'Breath control, Branding, and Brown showers' are out also. 'Catheters and Diapers' are probably on that list too. And if "Fisting" is what I think it is, I don't think that will be happening either." She hesitates and looks at him. Alexandra reaches for her water bottle and as she drinks, Jamison realizes that her hands are shaking. 

"Alexandra, let's take a break and have something to eat. You haven't eaten all day." 

"I think I lost my appetite when I read 'Eating stool and urine.' Which by the way is also a HARD limit for me. And I'm pretty sure I want to add 'Injections and Tattooing' to my list. I don't think I would like those either." Alexandra closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. 

"Ok. So, you are pretty sure of what you don't like. That's a start." He smiles at her as he takes her hand and squeezes it in his. "What are you thinking right now Alexandra? Tell me." 

She closes her eyes again and takes a minute to think and organize her thoughts before she answers him. "I'm wondering if I should even be here. I'm thinking that maybe I was wrong; maybe I thought I wanted to learn more, to experience more of your lifestyle but maybe it's too much for me." 

"Alexandra, don't be so hard on yourself. It's the first time you have even looked at such a comprehensive list of some activities you may not even be familiar with. It doesn't mean you have to shut yourself down to the whole experience. I told you this would be a process. It's not all or nothing, especially not when it comes to this list. It's to be used as a guide, a starting place, something to open discussion between us. And that's what it has done. Now we know a few things that are HARD limits for you and some you think may be HARD limits but, may really be SOFT limits based on what you said." 

He leans over and kisses her softly. "Do you remember when I told you 'don't let fear stop you from experiencing the new stuff, don't let it stop you from having fun, from taking chances, and from living life.' Well, this is part of change, part of the newness. If every time someone felt fear of the unknown or of change, they just stopped trying new things, the world would be a very boring place." 

"Jamison, do you remember when I said, 'I won't run from a smack on the ass or talk of spanking. That I was waiting for the really scary stuff before I tucked my tail between my legs and ran.' Well, this list is pretty scary to me. It scares me that you may actually want me to or ask me to do some of these things. Why would you want me to eat stool? I mean really, I know I'm not supposed to judge, but that's kind of sick to me." Alexandra looks at him waiting for a response. 

"That's not something I'm into Alexandra. That's not something I would ask you to do. Most of what you stated as your HARD limits is also on my HARD limit list. So you see we share more than you might think." 

"Well, I guess that is a little comforting. Jamison, I think I'm ready to go home now. Will you be taking me home or should I call for a taxi?" Her eyes are wide like saucers, her face is a little pale, and her hands are still shaking a little. 

"Of course I will take you home. Wait here and I'll get my keys." He leans in and gives her a firm, all consuming, kiss. He slowly kisses her lips, sharing every hope he has with her that they will still be able to make this work. He kisses her upper lip, than licks her lower lip. He kisses her mouth hard as she opens to his probing tongue. The warmth of the inside of her mouth is welcoming and he takes every advantage. His tongue explores and makes love to every inch of her mouth. He needs her here, he wants her here, and his kiss conveys that message. He pulls back and looks into her eyes and she stares back at him. Both of them are questioning themselves. Jamison's look asks did I push you too far too fast. While Alexandra's look asks are you sure you want me in your life. 

Jamison leaves the room and returns a few minutes later ready to take her home. To his surprise, Alexandra has gathered the folder and books to take home with her. 

Well, this is promising. First she is still here and hasn't run off while I was gone. Second, she is taking the books and information with her. So she must be planning on at least reading the information and getting a better idea of what BDSM is about before she makes her decision. I just hope she takes her time and keeps an open mind. 

Jamison takes the books and folder from Alexandra. "I'll carry these for you." He takes Alexandra's hand and walks her out to his car. He opens the door and waits until she is settled and her seat belt is in place. As he bends down to hand Alexandra the books, she reaches up and touches his cheek and smiles. 

"Alexandra?" He looks at her with a questioning expression on his face. He is nervous and anxious but he tries to sound neutral. 

"Yes Jamison." Alexandra can see he is questioning something; maybe he is questioning his choice in bringing her here. 

"I need you to be honest with me. I need to know. Did I just completely lose you with all of that information?" He looks defeated. 

"Are you still with me?" He asks hopefully as he takes a deep breath. 

"Yes Jamison, I'm still with you. Are you sure you still want me to be?" 

"Most definitely." He smiles as he closes her door and walks over to the driver's side. 

The drive back to Alexandra's apartment is relatively quiet. When they arrive, Jamison pulls into the drive port and parks in front of her buildings main entrance. He looks over at her and they share a quiet moment before he gets out and opens her door. He takes her hand in his and escorts Alexandra into her building and to her elevator. 

"Do you mind if I take you up to your apartment?" Jamison asks. 

"I would like that. Thank you." Alexandra squeezes his hand and he looks over at her. "I remember a wise man recently told me not to frown, that things weren't all that bad." She smiles at him. "Have things suddenly become worse because that is one major frown you have on your face." 

Jamison smiles, "Remind me to watch what I say around you. You have this terrible habit of remembering everything I say and using my words against me." He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "Things have not become worse. I was just worrying about not seeing you until Friday. Is that too much time to have this information and not talk to me about it?" 

"I can always call or text you if I need to talk to you about something." The elevator reaches her floor and they exit. As they walk down the hall Jamison becomes more concerned. 

"Alexandra please remember what I said. This is a learning process; it will take time. You won't learn or accept everything overnight. You need to read the books, look things up on the internet. Keep a note pad with you and write down questions you have or things you want to talk to me about. Nothing is off limits here Alexandra. I want you to feel comfortable asking me and talking to me about anything and everything. In the back of the manila folder you will also find a few papers titled 'agreements' or 'contracts,' these are example forms from other D/s partners. They explain a lot about the relationship and outline the roles of each and the negotiations that the relationship will include. It is something that is individual to a D/s partnership. If you decide to be with me, we will write our own contract." 

"I'm going to do my homework Jamison, don't worry. I will review everything. I will take notes and write my questions down. I will probably call you fairly often this week. Don't look so worried, I'm not running yet." She smiles. 

"Alexandra, don't forget, do not use your computer at work for any of this. Not for the research, not to search the web, and not to email me. Everything on your work computer is on their server and can easily be retrieved. Call me only from your home phone or cell if you want to discuss anything personal and not your work phone." 

"I know." Alexandra takes her keys out of her purse. Jamison extends his open palm out for them and she smiles as she gives him her keys. He unlocks her door and opens it for her. He takes her hand and leads her into the apartment. As if he has to make sure it is secure before she enters. 

"Lights Alexandra?" He asks as he enters her foyer. 

"On your right there is a wall switch." 

Jamison finds the wall switch and the pocket lights in her kitchen and living area go on. He takes a quick look around and is satisfied that nothing is amiss. Her apartment is clean, neat, and functional. Her design tastes are streamlined and she has a lot of wood and earth tones in her decorating scheme. He approves of her style and realizes that if this were his apartment, he would have made many of the same choices, just more masculine versions. Their design choices run parallel to each other. 

"I like your apartment and your design and decorating choices." He says approvingly. 

Alexandra laughs at him. "That's because they are very similar to yours. We both like clean lines, function, and utility. We both like deep woods and calming earth tones. And we both appreciate the quality and function of a few pieces versus a multitude of semi-functional items just taking up space. I noticed we shared a lot of the same likes when I toured your house. You like my style and design because it is the female version of you own." 

He laughs, "Is that such a bad thing?" 

"No, it's just funny." She looks at him for a minute, contemplating all they have shared in the past twenty-four hours. 

"You look very serious Alexandra. What are you thinking about?" 

"I was just thinking about how much my life has changed in the last day. I was thinking about how much we have shared in just the past twenty-four hours. And I was wondering what comes next." She sighs. 

"All things change Alexandra. Yes, we have shared a lot in a short time, but we have so much more to share. As for what comes next, the options are limitless. The choices are ours to make. We just have to make sure we make the right ones for the right reasons." He kisses her cheek. 

"Jamison, do you ever get tired of knowing the exact right thing to say to make people feel like you are in control of the situation? Like you know exactly what is happening and that everything is going to plan?" 

"No Baby. That just the 'Dom' in me, I am who and what I am. Good, bad, or indifferent, I am who and what I am. Besides, what would you want to change about me?" He asks kiddingly. 

"Oh let me see. First I would..." As Alexandra starts, Jamison puts his hand over her mouth. 

"I don't believe I heard the term "Gags" on your HARD limit list. Luckily for you I have to go now." He says as he slaps her ass on his way to the door. 

"I'll see you Monday." He gives her a kiss that rocks her in her shoes and holds promises for the future before she gets a chance to say anything. 

"You mean Friday." She says as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him again. 

"No. Monday morning at the design meeting." He says with complete confidence in his answer. 

"What design meeting are you talking about Jamison?" Alexandra is confused. The only design meeting she has scheduled for Monday morning is the Children's Rehab Center, a new wing being added on to the hospital. 

"The Children's Rehab wing is one of my projects. I will be at Monday's meeting to hear your design proposal. I told you I have a lot of charity work that depends on me. This is one of my favorites charities to work with, I love working with children's projects." He answers. 

"You never mentioned being involved in this project. I think I would have remembered that." Alexandra is a little annoyed by this new development. 

"Well it's not a problem is it?" Jamison doesn't understand what the problem is here. 

"Jamison, I have a reputation to uphold. I don't want anyone to think that I got the contract because I'm having sex with the benefactor of a project." Now she is fully annoyed by his cavalier attitude. 

"Well, that's not a problem yet. First of all you don't have the contract for the project until I hear your proposal and see your design. Secondly, we really haven't had sex, at least not technically. In fact, only my mouth had sex with you, the rest of me is still "chaste." 

As Jamison opens the door to leave, Alexandra is dumbfounded by his latest announcement. 

"Jamison, I can't believe you. I really can't believe you." She is exasperated with him. 

"Believe it Alexandra. It is what it is. I'll see you Monday morning. Don't forget to do your homework." He kisses her quickly before she has a chance to say anything else and then he gives her one last slap on her ass. "That one was for good measure and to remember me by until Monday." 

Jamison smiles at the shocked look on her face as he shuts the door behind him. Alexandra becomes more annoyed with him as she hears his laughter in the hall. 

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to be continued...



Learning the Rules Ch. 07



Chapter 7: The Early Stages of a Power Exchange 

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Alexandra and Jamison have more than survived their time together. They actually enjoyed the majority of it and their relationship appears to be flourishing. Their twenty-four hour agreement has come to an end. Over that short period of time Alexandra has experienced and learned things she never even knew about before meeting Jamison. She has no regrets about agreeing to the twenty-four hour bargain. Now she has some prep work to do before making any other decisions. Jamison, on the other hand, knew what he wanted from the beginning and that hasn't changed. He wants Alexandra. The past twenty-four hours only made him want her more. 

Their bargained time together may be over however, everything else appears to be moving forward. In order to self-educate, Alexandra has until Friday to review as much information as possible on the issue at hand. Jamison will expect an answer from her and she would like to be well informed by that time. Until then, he plans on doing everything in his power to convince her to make the decision he wants. If she does, Jamison believes Alexandra will be true to her own desires and he will get what he wants and that's Alexandra. 

To those of you who are following Alexandra and Jamison, I hope you continue to enjoy the journey. To those of you who may be new to "Learning the Rules," you can start from the beginning (always a good option) or join here. Welcome! 

WARNING: Yes, I'm aware this is the BDSM category, but thank you for reminding me. The LtR's series is being told in a story format. I apologize to those who make the informed decision to read further still expecting a "thank you Sir, may I have another" or a "wham bam do it again bitch" story. This is NOT what you are looking for proceed at your own risk. (That is not to say, that it rules out the possibility of that scenario in a later chapter. We shall see???) 

Thanks and I hope you enjoy, Apple 

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It's Sunday morning and Alexandra slowly awakens from a restless night's sleep. All night long, her mind has been racing. Fragments of memories of her time with Jamison have been playing in her head. Things he said to her. Things he did to her. Things she allowed him to do and say to her. She brushes back the hair from her face as she untangles herself from her sheets. 

She can tell by the limited amount of light coming through her bedroom window that it is early. The sun is barely up. Reaching for her cell phone, she checks the time. It's early, barely seven o'clock. She continues to stir around in bed as she debates her options. Alexandra doesn't want to get up yet, but she soon realizes it may be the lesser of two evils. 

It's Sunday and I should try to sleep in, but even if I fall back to sleep, will it be worth it? At least awake, I can control the thoughts and pictures that enter my head. Well, I can most of the time. I should just get up and get showered. I have enough of my own work to do to prepare for my meetings tomorrow. Now, I have Jamison's assignment also. If anyone ever told me that I would be doing homework and research on BDSM, I would have said they were crazy. Yet here I am, doing just that. Well, so far I'm just planning to do that, but I will soon actually be doing it. Oh God, I think I'm losing my mind. I may have lost it already. 

Alexandra is exhausted. She realizes she has had very little restful sleep in the past two days. Its sleep she will never get back and can't make up for now. As a smile comes to her face, she realizes some things are worth giving up a little sleep for. Her time with Jamison was one of them and it was definitely worth it. She blushes just at the memory of it. 

Realizing she will never fall back to sleep now, she decides to get up and move on with her day. She forces herself to get out of bed and makes her way to the shower. Once in her bathroom, she drops her panties and pulls off her night shirt. She takes a quick look in the mirror to check out how tired she looks and to see if she has dark circles under her eyes. She traces her finger under her eyes and thinks, not too bad. A little shadowy but if I take a nap later and get a good night's sleep tonight they should be gone by the morning. Shit! Shit! Damn it! Those will definitely not be gone by the morning. Damn him! 

As Alexandra straightens up, she takes in the dark black and blue marks, one of which is actually purple, on her chest and abdomen. There are five in all. Three have bruised teeth marks circling them. She traces each one. The first is on the underside of her breast and is the largest of them. The second just under her breast tissue; the third a few inches lower and has the teeth marks with it. The fourth one is right next to her belly button. The last is just below that one and is huge with deep teeth marks. Actual deep imprints depressed into her skin like a dental mold. 

"Fuck! The others were just bruises made my Jamison's teeth. This last one has fucking imprints in my skin." As she looks at her body's reflection in the mirror and traces the bruised bite marks, she gets more and more angry. 

By the time she traces the last mark, Alexandra is fuming. No one has ever marked her body like this. She can't believe Jamison did this to her. The longer she looks in the mirror, the angrier she becomes. She marches out to the bedroom and picks up her cell phone. She doesn't give a second thought to the time or that it's Sunday morning and he might be sleeping in today. She doesn't care; he is going to hear about this. 

She flops on the side of the bed as she finds his number and hit's the send key. Jamison's phone rings and he curses as he picks it up. As he looks at the cell's face screen, he sees "Alexandra" written across the caller ID. He smiles to himself. Three rings go by and a sleepy sounding Jamison answers. 

"I know you miss me Alexandra, but really, did you need to call so early?" His voice is sleepy but he is being very pleasant for having just been awoken at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning. The one day that he enjoys sleeping in a little later than usual. 

"You're lucky I'm calling and not driving over there. Do you know what you have done? Do you know what my body looks like? No one has ever done this to me. What were you thinking? What the hell am I supposed to do about this Jamison? What if someone sees this?" She is yelling and hasn't even taking a breath between questions. Let alone given any thought to what she is yelling and who she is yelling at. 

There is dead quiet on his end. Then she hears a busy tone and the call dies. Alexandra looks at her phone is disbelief. 

"He did not just hang up on me. He better had not just hung up on me." Without a thought she presses "send" again and once again Jamison's phone rings. 

This time he looks at the phone clenched in his hand and lets his voice mail pick up the message. His anger is written all over his face. At first he was happy she was calling, even if it was so early. Now he can't even think about talking to her without wanting to drive into the city and turn her ass pink for shouting at him like that. 

"You have reached Jamison Montgomery. Leave a message." Alexandra hears as she reaches his voice mail. 

"Unfucking believable," she says to no one in particular. But it still gets recorded on Jamison's voice mail. She continues, "Jamison, I can't believe you hung up on me. You have to answer sooner or later." 

Alexandra disconnects and hits "send" again. Once again his phone rings. He looks at it debating whether or not he should answer her call or jump in his car and drive to her apartment. Jamison waits for a few rings to pass. He takes a deep breath and sits up at the side of the bed before he answers. 

"Yes?" He says in an even quiet tone. 

"Jamison, did you just hang up on me?" Alexandra is pissed and he can hear it in her voice. 

"Yes." He replies without emotion or inflection in his voice. His face muscles are tight and his jaw is clenched. 

"Did you not hear what I said? Why would you hang up on me when you could obviously hear how upset I am?" 

"I did hear what you SHOUTED at me. I hung up because I don't accept that from anyone Alexandra, especially NOT from you. Also, I didn't hear a woman who was upset. I heard a woman who was out of control, acting childish, and angrily shouting at me. A woman who called me at seven o'clock on a Sunday morning and woke me up I might add. A woman who should know that I wasn't going to respond well to her call when she shouted at me without so much as a Good Morning Jamison to at least warm up her call. In fact, she started off her first sentence by threatening me. That's the woman I hung up on. Now, what has you so piqued this early in the morning?" 

"I am not piqued, I am pissed! Jamison." Although Alexandra is not shouting, she remains loud. 

"Alexandra, take it down a few notches or I'm going to hang up on you again. Also, I believe I told you about using swear words when you talk to me. I don't like it and I don't accept it." 

"Jamison, if I recall correctly I used several swear words multiple times while we were in bed yesterday." 

"That's different. Being verbal and vocal during sex is acceptable. Swearing at me at seven in the morning because you are 'pissed' about something is not acceptable. Understand the difference?" 

"Jamison," he cuts off the completion of her sentence. 

"I believe I asked you a question Alexandra. I expect an answer." Still his voice is calm and monotone, but there is no mistaken what mode he is in. 

"Yes Jamison, I understand the difference." Alexandra hears her voice calm and her response become more respectful. She doesn't know if she is reacting to Jamison's tone or if she has calmed down some. Either way, she realizes it's most likely a smart response. 

"Good. Now quietly and calmly explain to me what the problem here is please." He rubs his hand through his hair. 

"The problem is you have left bruises and bite marks all over my body. I can't believe you did that. They look horrible. I look like some kind of whore or prom queen gone wild. That is the problem." 

"Alexandra please tell me you are kidding." He shakes his head in disbelief. 

"No I'm not kidding. I'm pis.. very upset. What am I supposed to say if anyone sees these?" She is starting to tear up and he can hear it in her voice. 

"Alexandra." He takes a deep breath in and sighs loudly. She can hear his exasperation on her end and the tears start slowly down her cheeks. "Listen to me. First of all, yes, I do know what I did to you. Second of all, they're only a couple of bruises and they will disappear in a few days. Third, who do you plan on exposing your breasts and abdomen to that they will be able to see my love bites? And lastly, you do not look like a whore or a wild prom queen and I resent you even saying that." 

"Jamison, you don't know. You're not here to see them. They look disgusting and even if I don't look like a whore, they make me feel like one." She is lightly crying. 

"Do you want me to come over there?" He asks. 

"No. There is nothing you can do to fix this even if you do come over." She hiccups as she takes a breath. 

"Ok. If you don't want me to come over, I want you to do something for me." Again he takes a deep breath and rubs his hand through his hair. 

"What?" She says in an annoyed voice. 

"Alexandra be careful with the tone and the attitude please. I'm not in the best of moods right now thanks to you. I'm trying to help and it's difficult as it is to try and provide you with remote help. Please don't add a bad attitude on top of everything else." 

"I'm sorry Jamison. I know you don't think this is a big deal, but I do." 

"I know you do. That is why I'm trying to remain calm and help you from here. It's the only reason I'm not in my car right now headed over there to punish you for your bad behavior and mouthy responses. Agreement or no agreement. At this point, I'm not even thinking about consent, so that should tell you something. Instead, I'm sitting here frustrated and trying to figure out how to help you see this in a different light." 

"Thank you." She says begrudgingly and barely above whisper level at the same time. She shakes her head because she can't believe she is even saying it, but he has been rather calm considering how she started her call to him. 

"Now Alexandra, I want you to listen carefully and do exactly what I say. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

"Will you actually do what I say? Because I can't see if you're following my directives so I have to trust you if you say you will do it, to actually follow through." 

"I will. I promise." 

She is much calmer and more responsive to his requests at the moment. At first she thinks he is going to give her some treatment or some type of skin care secret to get rid of these whore marks on her body. After his first question, she realizes she is wrong. 

"What are you wearing?" He asks calmly. 

"What? Nothing." 

"You're naked?" 

"Yes. I was just getting ready to take a shower when I saw...these...these marks." Her voice jumps an octave. 

"Ok then, good. Do you have a full length mirror to use?" 

"Yes, there is one in my walk-in closet." 

"Ok then. I want you to go to it and stand in front of your mirror for me. Tell me when you're there and ready." He waits a few seconds before continuing. 

"Ok. I'm in front of the mirror." 

"Can you see your whole body?" 

"Yes, hence the term full length." 

"Alexandra, the rules still apply even if we're speaking over the phone. That sounded an awful lot like sarcasm." 

"No. It was humor. I promise." She makes an Uh-oh! face hoping he accepts her answer. 

"For future reference, I don't particularly like humor that sounds so close to sarcasm." He states firmly. "Now listen carefully to me Alexandra. I want you to close your eyes right now. I'll assume they're closed. Now I want you to take a deep breath in and hold it until I say breathe out slowly. Do it now." 

Alexandra takes a deep breath in. Jamison can hear her over the phone. He waits about eight seconds. 

"Ok, breathe out slowly." He listens as the air slowly is expelled from her lungs. 

"Good. Are your eyes still closed?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok. Keep them closed until I tell you to open them. Listen to what I'm saying Alexandra and follow my direction. I want you to clear your mind. Empty out all of your anger, all of your negative feelings. I want you to just open your mind. Now, when I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror. I don't want you to think or to say anything. I just want you to take a few minutes and look at yourself. Start at the top of your head and slowly move your gaze downward. First, clear your mind don't let any negative thoughts into it." 

"Take a deep breath in. Keep your eyes closed. Hold it. Now slowly breathe out." He listens as she follows his directions. 

"Good. Let's do it again a few more times Alexandra." Jamison talks her through it several more times. 

"Are you ready to open your eyes now?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok. Open your eyes and slowly look at your reflection in the mirror. Let's start at the top and work our way down. I want you to look at your hair. Take your time. See how it falls around your face and brushes over your shoulders. Look at the soft highlights in it from the summer sun. Look at the shades of honey and copper around your face." 

Alexandra looks in the mirror and moves a little closer to it. She tilts her head and as she moves, she can see the colors Jamison just described to her. 

"Feel how it tickles your skin as it moves across it. Its gentle touch is like a feather being drawn across your skin." 

She shivers as she moves and even though it's her hair that causes the tickling sensation, her mind see's Jamison drawing a feather over her skin. 

"Now I want you to look over your facial features Alexandra. Look at your eyes. What color are they right this minute? What shade of blue are they picking up? Are they bright? Do they shine with left over tears? Are they darkened from little sleep? Look at them Alexandra. Now look at your cheeks. Look at their color as you blush and start to turn pink. Trace your eyes down over your neck as your blush flows over your skin." 

She gasps as his words describe exactly what she looks like and what is happening to her body. Everything he is telling her, saying to her is exactly what she sees as she examines herself in the mirror. 

"Now, continue to follow that pink color over your breasts. How do your breasts look Alexandra? Are they rounded and firm with excitement? Are your areolas darkening as you become aroused? Are your nipples hard and erect? Look under your left breast Alexandra. This is where I placed my first love bite. See how it shows off the fullness and curve of your breast. See how it is almost the same size as your areola. I purposefully made this one the largest to show how much I love your breasts and because it is closest to your heart." 

Jamison gives her a minute to take everything in. He can hear her sigh through the phone. He waits for her to look over her breasts and to take a mental picture of herself. He doesn't expect an answer from her and he is surprised when she gives him one. 

"Yes Jamison." 

She whispers in almost a trancelike voice. She is so quiet he almost misses it over the phone. He continues to talk to Alexandra and directs her eyes with his voice and questions. Her voice and response affect him and now he quiets his voice as he continues. 

"Good Alexandra. You're doing so well. Now I want you to slowly move your gaze over your abdomen. Go slow. Take it all in; look at every inch. Look at your creamy skin. See how smooth and soft it looks. See how it slopes from your breast and seamlessly flows to cover your ribs and abdomen. See how my second bite joins your breast to your ribcage. Follow it down the center to your belly button. Take note of how perfectly round your belly button is. How it just slightly curves in to form a little pocket." 

Alexandra's eyes are following every word Jamison says. His description is so accurate it amazes her. It's like he is here with her describing her reflection to her. It excites her that he knows exactly how her body looks. He knows her body better after twenty-four hours than her former boyfriend knew it after more than a year. She feels a warmth building in her sex as Jamison continues to direct her. 

"Alexandra, look how your belly button has that little fold of skin inside it at the very bottom. Right below that is one of my love bites. It should be a beautiful deep purple color. I sucked on this one extra hard. It was the only thing I could do so that I didn't bury my face immediately into you." He can hear Alexandra's little gasp of excitement as he finishes his sentence. 

"This bite is in direct contrast to your milky white skin. It adds to the depth and beauty of your abdomen. See how it accentuates the perfect roundness of your belly button? I placed this one so it draws your eye to just above your sex mound." 

"Look at my teeth marks Alexandra. I purposefully deepened my bite here. I wanted you to know how hungry you make me for you when I'm so close to your sex. When I'm just inches from your woman's core, so close that I can smell your scent and all I want to do is taste you. So close that I had to bite you and show you how much you excite me." 

Jamison can hear Alexandra's breathing over the phone. She is breathing harder and faster now. He can hear that she is getting sexually excited. He is sure she is feeling hot and wet. That every word he says to her makes her feel even sexier, more sexually charged. He continues to verbally make love to her body over the phone. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 07



"Alexandra please tell me you see how beautiful you are. Tell me you know that I marked you with my love bites because I think you are so fucking beautiful and sexy that I wanted to mark you as mine. Even if it was only for twenty-four hours, I wanted you to know you were mine." 

Alexandra's breathing is becoming rapid. She sighs so loudly and sexily that a chills runs over Jamison. He hears a little moan through the phone connection. 

I can't believe she can have this kind of effect on me and she isn't even in the fucking room. Hell, she isn't even in the fucking house. Fuck! Not again! 

He looks down as he feels himself go hard in that instant. Shaking his head, he mouths the words, "Fuck Me!" 

Alexandra feels the wetness from her sex slowly flow from her, moistening the outside of her sex. As her arousal becomes elevated, she can smell her own scent fill the confines of her walk-in closet. She is dizzy with need. Jamison has her so on edge with his voice, his words, and his knowledge of her body. 

"Alexandra talk to me. Look at yourself in that mirror and tell me what you see. Tell me you see how beautiful you are and how sexy you are. Tell me how my love bites add to that beauty. Tell me they make you feel good about yourself because they are a symbol of how much I want you. A symbol of how much I need you. They are a symbol, that if only for twenty-four hours, you were mine. I dominated you and I owned you if only for a short time, you were mine." 

Jamison waits to hear her respond to him. He waits to hear what she will say. Waits to see how she will respond to everything he has said. He can hear her panting. 

"Alexandra, tell me what you see. Tell me what you are feeling right this moment. Tell me now Alexandra." He commands her to answer him. His need is evident in his voice but he remains in control. 

"Beautiful Jamison." She whispers. "I feel beautiful and sexy." 

"Jamison, I see exactly what you described. Your love bites aren't ugly, they're beautiful Jamison. They remind me of you, of our time together. There was nothing ugly about that. They make me feel so wanted, so needed, so a part of you." She gasps between her words. "I never thought of them like you described. I never felt this way about my body until you described it from your eyes." 

"That's true, you are wanted, and you are needed. They mark you as part of me, as mine." He rasps out his words as his cock springs up to a full erection at the sound of sexual need and desire in her voice. "Are you okay?" 

"Jamison I need you. I need something right now. I feel so ...I need...Jamison, your voice does things to me. It has an effect on me that I can't explain. It makes me so, I don't know. I'm so aroused by you, so wet. Oh God Jamison...please help me here." 

"Alexandra, sit down on the floor. Face the mirror." He commands while dealing with his own state of arousal. "Are you on the floor Alexandra?" 

"Yes Jamison. I'm on the floor. Jamison, I need you. I'm so in need of you right now. Please." 

"Alexandra put the phone on speaker and place it on the floor next to you." He waits. 

"It is. I did." She pants. 

"Now look into the mirror. Spread your legs. Bend up at your knees. Spread your legs wide open. I want you to be able to see yourself Alexandra. Look at yourself. Can you see your sex Alexandra?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you spread wide open? I want you to be able to see everything." His voice calm and demanding now. 

"Yeees." Her word comes out as a breathy sigh. 

"Good. Look how beautiful your pussy is in the mirror. Look at how full your lips are. Look at how wet you are. You're so aroused your insides are a deep red. You're so wet your inner tissue and lips are shiny with your own juices. Aren't they Alexandra?" 

"Oh God! Yes Jamison." She practically cries out at him. 

"Take your fingers and touch yourself Alexandra." His voice is commanding her, but it is so silky it is like a caress over her skin as he continues to give her orders. 

"Stroke your fingers along your pussy lips. Do it gently Alexandra. We are in no hurry." He is touching himself as he continues to talk to her. 

"Go ahead Alexandra, do as I say. Do it for me." 

"Oh! Oh! Jamison. Please." Alexandra moans out quietly as she strokes herself watching every move she makes in the mirror. "Jamison, I can see everything. It's so fucking erotic. Oh God! I never masturbated watching myself in a mirror before. It's so foreign, so sexy." 

"Good. I want you to enjoy it." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, listening to her panting breaths. 

"Take your fingers and touch yourself deeper. Touch inside your lips." Jamison's body tenses as she moans aloud. 

"Stroke your fingers up and down. Stroke them faster Alexandra." His breathing increases. 

"Stroke them faster." His voice is more demanding. 

With each command he gives her, she follows it. She is soon stroking herself to every word he says. He can hear the wet suck sound she is making as she strokes her pussy. Jamison has his eyes still closed on the other end of the phone. He is picturing just how erotic it would be to sit there and watch Alexandra pleasure herself. The picture in his head is so real, so vivid; he can almost reach out and touch her. 

Jamison's breathing escalates even faster. His heart is pounding in his chest just listening to her masturbate over the phone. His erection is standing at full height and it is pulsating and tapping off his lower abdomen. 

Alexandra isn't here. He doesn't have to suffer through another erection just to prove he has will power and control. Fuck that, he has already spent a good portion of the last twenty-four hours hard as marble without relief. Now he can take care of himself. He spits into his hand a few times and starts to rub his cock. Too in need to move to the other side of the bed and reach in the table drawer to get the lube. 

"Jamison. Jamison talk to me. Please talk to me." She cries. 

"Play with your clit Alexandra." There is a slight tension in his voice, but she ignores it. 

"Take your other hand and slide your fingers around your clit." He demands of her as he strokes his cock. 

"Keep your fingers stroking inside your pussy while you circle your clit. Don't stop until you're ready to come." 

"Alexandra are you doing as I say?" There is need in his voice. He needs to come. He needs for her to come with him even if they experience over the phone. He needs for them to come together. 

There is silence for a few seconds then Alexandra whimpered out a quiet little "yes". 

"Alexandra, when you're close to orgasm you need to tell me. Don't come until you tell me. Understand?" 

"Yes. Yes Jamison." 

He can hear she is close. He can also hear how much more excited and wet she is now. Her fingers are making a sloshing sound as she continues to masturbate. The phone must be right next to her thigh. The sloshing she makes and the panting sounds are so clear to him. The sounds of her pleasuring herself are driving him crazy. He is stroking his cock so hard and so fast he needs to spit on his hand again. Just as he places his hand back on his cock, he hears Alexandra. 

"I'm ready Jamison. I'm...ready...to ...come." She is barely breathing between her words. 

"Alexandra." He moans. 

"Keep playing with your clit." He takes a short burst of breaths. 

"Fuck yourself with your other hand Alexandra. Push your finger inside your hole. Push hard. Push hard Alexandra." His voice is harsh as he demands she do as he says. 

"Thrust them in you fast, faster, faster, faster Alexandra." He's yelling at her now. His voice crescendo's as he continues to instruct her into her climax. 

He can hear her panted breaths and sex moans as she does as she is told. He is struggling to hold himself back as he listens to her body's response. 

Every time he tells her to do something harder, faster, or more, Jamison does the same to his cock. He is matching her stroke for stroke. They are both panting and stroking in unison. They are both stroking themselves but picturing each other as they batter their individual sex organs. 

"Do it faster Alexandra. Touch your clit faster, faster, faster." He increases his strokes as he continues issuing commands to her. 

"Fuck yourself harder, harder, and faster." The tension in both of their rooms is escalating. 

Alexandra cries out. "I'm going to come. Jamison. I'm need to come." 

"Come Alexandra. Come for me. Come now!" Jamison tightens his grip and pulls on himself hard and fast. 

Alexandra cries out as her orgasm rakes over her. She throws her head back as she continues to rub her clit and finger fuck herself. 

Finally she gets relief as she feels a rush of warm fluid coat her fingers and drip down into her hand. Tremors flow through her body and little spasms shoot through her sex as she continues to stroke herself through the final moments of her orgasm. 

Her body falls back as her back arches and she cries out. "Jamison." 

Her mind is a little preoccupied, but she can hear Jamison on the other end of the phone. Alexandra knows he is masturbating along with her and she realizes that he climaxed shortly after she did. 

A smile comes over her face at the thought of him finally getting release. She pulls her fingers from inside her and lies down flat on her back with the thought of Jamison giving her step by step instruction through her masturbation. Him waiting for her to tell him she was ready to come and her waiting for his permission before she allowed herself to come. 

At that moment Alexandra has an epiphany. She realizes she never felt so connected to another person the way she feels connected to Jamison. 

She starts one of her mind conversations, but it is more like an argument or a warning. Again someone is warning her. Only this time it is her subconscious warning her to be careful. Again her own thoughts are fighting her. 

You feel close to him now. You feel very close to him now. Ask yourself this Alexandra, what do you really know about him. Do you know him at all? The answer is no. You have a few details about his life, but you don't know him. Remember his words were somewhat of a warning. He told you "I am who and what I am." Well, who and what is he? He told you "you're not ready for me, for who I am, for what I want." Doesn't that put up any flags for you Alexandra? Do you know him at all? 

Shut up! Jesus, I'm finally feeling good. Feeling happy and you have to do this now. Remember these words he said "don't be afraid to try new things to make change, to live life." Well I remember them. I also remember him telling me "I will never do anything you don't want me to do" and "I will never hurt you or lie to you." 

I remember feeling close to him, trusting him, enjoying him, and having great sex with him. All of that has to count for something. I'm trying to figure things out. I'm going to learn about his life choices. I'm going in with my eyes open. I'm not some young naive girl. I'm a woman and I know what I want. Now shut up and let me enjoy my afterglow! 

Jamison ejaculates all over his abdomen as he hears Alexandra cry out as she climaxes. He looks down as spurt after spurt of cum pumps out of his cock and lands on his abdomen and chest. By the time he is done, he is coated in his own cum. It has been a long time since he pleasured himself to that degree of an orgasm. He knows his elevated reaction is a combination of the length of time of his "self-imposed control" and his response to Alexandra's orgasm. 

"Alexandra how are you? Are you ok?" He quietly asks as he grabs a few tissues and starts to clean himself off. 

"Yes." She whispers back. "I'm fine now." She hesitates and asks more quietly. "How are you?" 

"I'm good." He says with a little laughter in his voice. "I'm just fine. Thanks." 

"Jamison." 

"Yes." 

"I know I have had to say this way too often, but I'm sorry I was so mad at you, so angry about the love bites. I'm sorry I said those things to you. Sorry about how I yelled at you." Her breath is still a little fast, so it sounding like she is short of breath as she speaks. 

"I know Alexandra. It's something you and I are going to have to work on together. It's not something I can let happen without addressing it." 

"I figured you were going to say something like that." She teases. 

"Good to know you're paying attention. Maybe there is hope for you yet." He says while giving her a teasing laugh. "Then you also must have figured that I will address it with you in the near future." His voice is light but none the less daunting. 

"I did, but then I remembered we don't have an agreement yet." 

"I'm working on a twenty-four hour extension clause!" He torments her with his words. 

"Oh! I didn't know about that." She whispers knowing what he will say next. She is dreading his words even as she feels the butterfly in her stomach in anticipation of them. 

"Being the intelligent woman you are you also know what else that entails." He states firmly. 

"Yes." She moans out quietly almost to herself as the butterfly multiplied into butterflies, hundreds of them. 

He hears her response, but more than that he hears her feelings behind the worded response. Her moan isn't a scared moan. It is a sexy, almost needy moan. As if she not only expects a punishment will accompany their discussion, but that she wants it, anticipates it, and maybe even relishes it. 

"Tell me what you understand that that would entail Alexandra." He is dragging out her state of arousal by teasing her and making her answer his question. 

"A punishment?" She says it as a question, leaving room for hope or doubt in her mind, if not in his. 

"Alexandra there should be no question in your answer. I think you know for sure what that entails. Now try again, this time with a little more certainty. Because I assure you there is no doubt in my mind." He chastises. 

"A punishment." She says emphatically. 

"Good. Very good. Now if you are ok with your body image, my love bites, and working on your phone etiquette, I have to get a shower. I have to take care of some business, but if you don't feel ready I can stay on the phone longer if you need me to. I don't want to leave you if you think you need me." 

He is worried about her. Jamison worries that she may need to talk to him more about her feelings. She may even want him or need him to come to her apartment. He is concerned about leaving her too soon with any doubt in her mind about how beautiful and sexy she is. He doesn't want her to doubt anything about herself or who she is as a woman. 

As Jamison speaks to her and checks with her to make sure she is ok, Alexandra knows what choice she is going to make. She isn't going to make it based on homework. She will do the homework, be well informed, and ask a lot of questions. It is just part of who she is. It is also part of who she is to make big decisions based not only on what her head tells her, but what her gut tells her. Both are telling her to follow her gut. 

She realizes that even though she and Jamison have made it sound as if they won't be with each other or continue their relationship until she is better informed and a decision is made, they are doing just that. It may not be as intense or demanding as he is used to, but they are continuing it just the same. 

As to whether or not she will offer herself as his submissive and he will accept her as such, they will have to wait until Friday. At least officially, unofficially all signs point to the fact that they are continuing their relationship after their bargained time and that is fine with her. 

"Jamison, what business do you have to take care of on a Sunday morning?" She curiously asks. 

"I have to meet with Ashley for brunch later. She and I still have a few things to discuss." He answers with a little heat in his voice. 

"Jamison, please remember that you and Stephen are best friends and that Ashley loves you." 

"Alexandra this does not concern you and I would appreciate it if you stay out of it. When I say 'appreciate,' I really mean stay out of it. That will include not calling Ashley as soon as we hang up. It will also include not texting her because I used the word call and you thought you found a loop hole. Basically, I'm saying do NOT communicate with Ashley about this matter in any form. Am I making my wishes clear?" 

She is quiet for a few moments as she wonders again how he knows just what she is thinking at times. She is just thinking, I won't call her, I'll just text her. Just then he comes off with his clarifications. Damn he is good! 

"Yes, your wishes are clear, O Great and Powerful One." She says this in a haunted sounding, echoed voice and laughs. 

"I like the 'O Great and Powerful One' aspect of it, but what is that voice supposed to be?" 

"How did I know you would like that part? The voice is the sound effect voice they use in the Wizard of OZ when they speak to the Wizard." She laughs again. 

"Yes, well, I'm no wizard. I'm just your run of the mill, every day, average Dom you see on the street." He gives her a quiet laugh that holds more than simply humor in it. It holds promise. "But trust me when I say, if I find out you go against my wishes and speak to Ashley about this, clicking your little red heels together will not save you from MY Special Powers. Understand?" 

"Understood and for the record, I don't have little red heels. In fact, I dislike the color red in most things. Just to remind you again, I also do not have a signed contract saying that I will follow your commands either." 

"If you are going to keep getting technical about following my commands Alexandra, you should have considered that about an hour ago. I would have been more than happy to have hung up, left you in your crazy woman state, and gone back to sleep." 

"Well, when you put it that way, you make me sound unappreciative." She laughs. 

"I have My Special Powers to fix that also." He teases. 

"I bet you do Jamison. I just bet you do. By the way, have I told you yet today that you surprise and amaze me?" 

"No. Now that you mention it, I don't think you have." He laughs at the reference she has come to use rather frequently since they met. 

"Mr. Jamison Montgomery, you never cease to surprise and amaze me." Her voice is a little deeper and little huskier since their verbal sex play and teasing. She can feel herself getting aroused again. 

"By the sound of your voice, I think we better say good bye. Otherwise I think you will be giving new meaning to 'being in the closet'. So, I'm going to hang up now. I'll call you later. Get some homework done. There is a lot to read and comprehend." 

"Yes Sir." She doesn't realize what she says until the words are out of her mouth. She isn't using the D/s version of "Sir," she is using the military version of "Sir." "Shit! Jamison, I don't mean to say that like, you know." She sounds nervous and a little anxious at her faux pas. 

"I hear where the inflection in your voice is placed Alexandra. I know how you mean it. Though that doesn't mean I don't like hearing it regardless of how you mean it." His voice is deeper now also. Her use of the term "Sir" hit him right in the solar plexus, even though he knows what she is saying. 

"Ok. It's definitely time to hang up. My voice isn't the only one that's changing." Her smile can be heard through the phone. 

"Good idea. I'll call you later." 

"Ok. Have a good day. And play nice with Ashley." She taunts. 

"I don't play with Ashley at all. Thank you very much." He laughs at his own play on words. 

"Now, I know we need to hang up. I'll talk with you later. Try to enjoy your brunch." 

"I will." 

"Jamison. One more thing." 




Learning the Rules Ch. 07



"You would be remiss if there wasn't one more thing Alexandra. What's that?" 

"I just wanted to tell you that I don't know how you do it, but you do it very well. I'm not sure how you can take me from hating the way I look and think about myself, not to mention being vividly angry with you, to thinking I look beautiful and sensual." 

"I don't understand how you can convince me that your love bites are actually sexy and attractive just by talking to me, but you did. I also don't understand how you can describe my body and my response in such accurate detail but you did. I'm not sure there is anything different that you can say or do which can have a more powerful impact on me or make me feel any better about myself than you've already done. So, I wanted to say thank you." 

"It is my pleasure Alexandra. You're welcome. FYI, it would help deal with the situation faster if the next time something like this happens you don't yell or shout at me. Then I won't have to hang up on you and waste valuable time being angry when we can resolve the issue by talking about it. That will be another priority of ours to work on and correct. Immediately if not sooner." 

"So you say!" Her voice is light. 

"So I will continue to say!" He reprimands. 

"And Alexandra?" Jamison hesitates, debating his next sentence. 

"Yes?" 

"You should be aware that depending on your decision, these may not be the last marks I leave on your body. If you say yes, I will leave my marks fairly often. Marks you will learn to appreciate at first, then want, and finally beg for them." 

"Oh! I...I...I don't know what to say to that Jamison." Her body trembles. Is it fear or excitement she wonders. 

"You don't have to say anything. It is simply a statement of fact. I want you to understand that." His tone is even. 

"I hear what you're saying." She is quiet as she replays his words in her head, digesting them slowly. 

"I hope you do Alexandra, I hope you do." He takes a deep breath and sighs. "I have to go or I'll be late for Ashley." 

"Ok. Bye." 

"Bye." 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Jamison goes to put his phone down then decides he needs to play it safe. He's not going to drive into the city and then be stood up for brunch by Ashley. Also, it will give him a chance to inform Ashley that he doesn't want her to share any of the details of their conversation with Alexandra. He opens his contact list and hits Ashley's name. She answers on the second ring. 

"Hi Jamie. Good Morning." 

Ashley is a little apprehensive about meeting with Jamison but she knows she owes it to him. Besides there is no way Stephan was going to let her get out of it anyway. The only option he gave her was if she wanted him to go to brunch with her. That's the last thing she wants. If Jamison puts her on the hot seat and she has to incriminate herself in any other issues, she doesn't want Stephan to have a front row seat. She would rather take her chances that Jamison wouldn't go to Stephen after the fact. It doesn't matter, she is on her own. 

"Good Morning Ashley. I'm just checking to see if we are still on for brunch. I know how unexpected things can pop up and force you to change your plans at the last minute. I didn't want to drive into Philly and be disappointed that you were unable to make our date." 

Ashley can hear that he is teasing with her, but at the same time totally serious about not being stood up. 

"Ha! Ha! Jamie. Nothing unexpected will be popping up. Don't worry, I'll be there. Besides, my husband informed me yesterday that I wasn't to come down with any cold symptoms or a head ache overnight. So your harassing call is unnecessary. Thank you very much." Her voice is light and playful. 

"It's nice to hear that Stephan has my back. Would you like for me to pick you up or do you want to meet me there?" 

"No thanks. It's nice out this morning I'll just walk over and meet you there. I made a ten thirty reservation at Bridget Foy's, is that good for you?" 

"That's fine, thanks for taking care of that. I'll see you there at ten thirty." 

"Ok. I'll see you there." 

"Ashley before you go I would like to talk to you about one other issue. I would really prefer it if you didn't share any of our discussion today with Alexandra. Will you do that for me?" 

"I don't see why, but if that is how you want it then yes, I'll do that for you. Will you do the same for me and not discuss any of our conversation with Stephan?" She knows he will most likely say no, but she has to give it a shot. 

"Ashley, you know that is a totally different question and situation from what I asked of you." He sounds a little disappointed that she would ask it of him and put him in a potentially uncomfortable situation with Stephan. 

"I know. I thought I would give it a try. You can't blame a girl for trying. Besides, I knew before I asked that you wouldn't agree to it." She gives him her flirty giggle. 

"Well I'm glad to hear you say that. For a minute there I was a little disappointed in your attempt to play me with Stephan. 

"Please, sometimes I think my husband is more loyal to you than to me." 

"You know that isn't true." 

"I know it isn't true, but that doesn't stop the thought from entering my head, especially the past few days. I swear Jamie; I think he is more distraught over what I did than I think you are right now. If I get a disappointed look from him one more time, I'm going to scream. I can't wait until you and I meet and resolve this so that Stephan and I can move on with it also." 

"Ash, he feels that way because he believes that you broke not only the trust I had in you, but the trust he has in you. If he can't trust you, his wife, who can he trust? You know you mean the world to him. I suggest you take the looks and the reprimands and do whatever you can to restore that trust. Have you apologized to him?" 

"I apologized that very night. He just is having a hard time letting it go. I think if it had been anyone other than you, this wouldn't be such a big deal." 

"Oh Ashley, you are so wrong about that. Let's talk more about this at brunch. I'll see you at ten thirty." 

"Ok Jamison. See you later. Drive safe." 

"Will do. Bye." 

An hour later Jamison was in his car and headed out to meet Ashley. Just as Ashley mentioned, it was a nice morning. The sun was out and for a September day, it was surprisingly warm again. Jamison turned off the Schuylkill Expressway at the South Street Exit and headed down South Street to Bridget Foy's. Luckily, he was able to park right on Head House Square and walk across to the restaurant. 

Ashley was waving to him from an outside table in the far back corner. He was happy to see that their table was set away from the others and wondered if she was responsible for that. 

As he walked to the table he contemplated how he would greet her. It was common place for him to greet Ashley with a kiss and a hug. He just wasn't sure he wanted her to feel too comfortable right from the start. She did seem contrite on the phone and it sounded to him like Stephan had kept some pressure on her over the past day or so. He decided to give her a little break. 

"Hi Jamie," she said as she moved her chair back so he could get around the corner of the table. 

"Good Morning." He leans down and kisses Ashley's cheek and then the top of her head as he maneuvers his way to the area of the table right next to her. "Nice table, secluded." 

"I know the manager, we both go to the city gym, and I asked her if she could have the table moved back here so no one would be seated too near us. I thought it best if we have a little privacy. But don't be surprised if we get looks. I think she might think I'm having an affair with you." She giggled. 

"Oh Little One, how am I supposed to stay mad at you if you keep saying things like that?" He looks at her shaking his head. 

"Wow! You must have had a good weekend so far. I didn't expect to be greeted with a kiss and then to be called by your pet name was a bonus. But you almost sounded forgiving there for a second Jamie. Dare I hope?" 

Although her words were a little playful, he knew she had been worrying how their conversation would go. He did love Ashley and he knew he was going to forgive her, but he thought he would drag out her punishment a little longer before he left her off the hook. Now, he saw no benefit it in. He could see she was tired and from what she said on the phone, Stephan was extending his punishment on her. Since he was in such a good mood, he dropped his initial plan and went with an on the spot plan B. 

"Listen Ashley, to be truthful, I had planned to make you squirm for a while. I was going to give you my intense stare and tell you how disappointed I am in you and I am. However, I can tell just by looking at you that you haven't been sleeping well and if what you said earlier is true, you have been punished enough from Stephan. So, I would like to talk honestly with you and try to enjoy our brunch. How does that sound to you?" 

"Jamie, that sounds wonderful! Thank you!" 

Tears start to well in her eyes as she leans over and gives Jamison a big hug and kiss. She looks at him and smiles, "Now the manager is really going to think we are having an affair. I kiss and hug you and now I'm almost crying." He takes the white linen napkin from his plate and wipes the few tears that escaped down her cheeks. 

"Thank you, Jamie. I was so worried that you were going to say you didn't want to talk to me anymore. I was worried that this could end our friendship and really have an impact on your relationship with Stephan. He's still a little mad at me." 

"It's not going to end our friendship. I do forgive you, but I told you the other night if you ever do anything like this again, it will end our friendship. I meant it then and I still mean Ashley. I can remain friends with Stephan and still block you from my life and I will if this ever happens again. Are we clear on that?" 

"Yes Jamie. It will never happen again. I promise." She wipes away the last tear and gives him a small smile. 

"Now I want to address something you said on the phone earlier. You need to know that if this were anyone else other than me, this would be a much bigger deal. Right now, because it is me, you and by association Stephan are protected. He knows this will stay between us. As long as, you don't share any information with anyone else. That's part of the reason why I don't want you talking to Alexandra about any of this. I don't want her to feel the burden of keeping anyone's secrets. You should know though, that if it were someone else you 'outed,' they would have our whole community aware of it by now. You and Stephan would not be welcomed at any functions, public or private. That would seriously limit your social time in the scene. 

"I didn't think of that." She admitted quietly. 

Just then, the waitress approached. They ordered coffee and a light brunch before the young woman left them with a small basket of Danish. 

"I believe that is part of what Stephan is concerned about. Not that you would both be 'persona non grata,' because Stephan would put you first and wouldn't care about that aspect of things. What concerns him is that you didn't think of the repercussions of your actions." He informs her in almost a parental tone. 

"Don't forget, Stephan's client list contains a lot of our community members on it. If they can't trust him personally, then they would most likely not trust him professionally. What you did could have had a major effect on your lives and life style. It could have easily affected you both personally and professionally. I think that is what you have to discuss with Stephan." 

"Oh my God, Jamie you are so right. That is what would worry Stephan. He's worried that since I didn't realize the potential fallout from my big mouth that I could do it again. I'll talk to him about this as soon as I get home. I don't want him to worry that this will ever happen again. I definitely don't want him worried that he can't trust me. I'm going to do everything I can to fix this for him. I promise." 

"Ashley, you also need to apologize to him. Apologize for breaking his trust, not just for what you did to me. It's more important that you make that your priority. I'll let him know that we talked and that I forgive you. I'll let him know that there are no hard feelings and that everything between the three of us is good. You work on repairing what is damaged between the two of you." 

"Jamie." She looked at him like he just gave her the best birthday gift ever. 

"Yes. What is it?" He looked worried about what she was about to say. 

"I'm truly sorry. I know I said that to you that night but I want you to know that I am truly sorry in my heart. I will never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize our friendship. I think of you as part of our family. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't forgive me." 

"Thank you, Little One. You are part of my family too. You and Stephan are a big part of my family and my life. I would like to keep it that way, so please behave." He winked as he said it. 

"I love you. I hope you know that." She leaned over and kissed him again. 

Just as she did it, the waitress brought their coffee and brunch order. She placed it on the table as she watched and tried to hear some of their conversation. Her manager told her to pay attention when she served them and let her know if she thought something was going on. So far, she was sure there was. They had kissed a few times, held hands the man even wiped some tears from her face. Now she told him she loved him. They were definitely lovers. She couldn't wait to tell her manager. 

"I love you too Ashley. I love you too." As Jamison said it, the young waitress giggled and blushed. 

"If you don't mind my saying it, you two make a handsome couple." 

Jamison looked at Ashley and winked. She smiled back knowing he was about to do something outrageous. 

"Thanks, but don't tell anyone. See she's the wife of my best friend and this is our first date alone." He took Ashley's hand in his and brought it to his lips. "Keep it our secret will you." He said to the waitress as he kissed Ashley's hand. 

"Oh, yes. I won't say a word. Just so you know, my manager was asking me to eavesdrop on your conversation. Don't worry though I'm not going to tell her a thing." She smiled as she walked away. 

"Jamie, you really are incorrigible!" She laughed as she took the hand that just held hers and she kissed it. 

"Ashley, I hope you plan on dropping the manager off your friend list. You might also want to consider changing the gym you go to." They both laughed as they started to eat their food and enjoy the rest of their brunch date. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Monday morning seemed to come a lot faster for Alexandra this weekend. It seemed like she just left work Friday night and before she knew it she was back at her desk. It didn't help that she came in an hour early to make sure everything was prepared for her nine o'clock meeting with the members representing The Children's Rehab and of course Jamison Montgomery and his team. There were two other benefactors for the project, but they both were sending someone else to represent them at the meeting. Of course, Jamison was the only benefactor that was actually involved in the construction and design business so he had much more input. He also happened to be the largest financial donation to the project. 

Meg came in early to help with and supervise the set up. She double checked everything before she returned to the office to give an update to Alexandra. 

"Alex, the conference room is ready. I checked the AV system and it is working fine. Your disc is already in you just have to hit play. Do you want the presentation manuals at the seats or do you want to hand them out?" 

"I'll hand them out. I like to look eye to eye with everyone and call them by name. It makes it more personal and sometimes takes the edge off of the presentation. I've met most of the hospital reps before. Though there are some unknowns in the room. Thanks for taking care of that Meg." 

"No problem, do you need anything else?" She asked before leaving. 

"I think I'm good. Everything is ready. We'll just have to hope for the best. I've done all I could do up to this point. We'll need to see what comments and suggestions they have and wait until they make their decision. The good news is we're the last presentation, so they should let us know relatively soon." 

Nine o'clock arrives and Alexandra gives her presentation. There are a few questions and comments but nothing unexpected. Jamison had the most to say. He must have asked a dozen or more questions. All of which of course where valid questions and demanding of a detailed answer. Because of him the meeting ran late and he probably still had more questions. 

Alexandra and Gary Mitchell, one of the firms VP's who attended the meeting, were saying good bye to all of the attendee's. Alex noted that Jamison was hanging around in the back of the room looking at some of the three-D models of the project. Alexandra was trying to avoid one on one conversation with him so she whispered into Gary's ear. 

"I think he might want a little more attention. He's the money man, so maybe you should go over and talk to him. If he has any specific questions, I'll stay here to answer them." 

Gary nodded and walked over to Jamison. They talked for a while and then Gary shook Jamison's hand, smiled, nodded, and walked him out of the conference room. On the way out, Alexandra was waiting at the door to the conference room. Jamison stopped by Alexandra and spoke with her for a moment. 

"That was an excellent presentation Ms. Newman. Once again you have 'performed' beyond expectations." He said as he winked and smiled at her. "Thank you for taking the time to answer my questions. I have a few more that I would like to discuss with you, I wish I had time now, but I'm already late for my next meeting." 

"Thank you Mr. Montgomery and you are most welcome. You always know, 'just what to say'." She returned his word play and smiled as he raised his brow at her familiar comment. 

"If you still have questions, feel free to call or email them. I will get my responses to you as soon as possible." 

"That won't be necessary Alex." Gary said. "Mr. Montgomery has some free time this evening and has offered to take you to dinner to clear up any questions he has. I accepted on your behalf, I hope you don't mind. We wouldn't want to hold up the group's decision, so it would be most beneficial if you are able to go tonight." He said it as if she had any other option. 

"That's fine Gary. A girl has to eat; it might as well be in good company. When did you have in mind Mr. Montgomery?" She asked. Jamison noticed just a little tinge of sarcasm in her voice. 

"Good, then I'll leave you two to discuss your arrangements." Her V.P shook Jamison's hand again before leaving. 

"That was smooth Jamison. Really, did you have to come up with that excuse to ask me for dinner?" She winked. 

"Alexandra, you should know that I don't have to look for an excuse to do something. If I want to do it, I do it. I wanted to have dinner with you so I mentioned that the committee would have to make their decision soon and that I had more questions. I may have mentioned that I would be in the city tonight. It was your boss who suggested the dinner meeting." He smirked. 

"That may be true, but I'm sure you led him to say exactly what you wanted him to say." 

"Really Alexandra, you give me too much credit. My Special Powers don't work like that." She laughed at him. "I can pick you up at seven if that's good for you. Should I pick you up here or at your apartment?" 

"I want to go home first would it be too much trouble to pick me up there?" 




Learning the Rules Ch. 07



"No trouble at all. I'll be at your door at seven sharp." 

"I'll be there, ready and able." She said. 

"Alexandra are you trying to hurt my feelings?" He asked grabbing his heart and pretending he was wounded. 

"How did I hurt your feelings?" She looked a little confused by his comment. 

"I do believe the quote is, 'ready, willing, and able.' You forgot the 'willing' part of it!" His eyes and his words were full of mischief. "I do hope you are also willing Alexandra. You really need to be willing." 

Alexandra turned red as she looked around them to see if anyone may have heard his last comment. She was blushing and it was quickly descending down her neck to her chest. 

"Don't look now Alexandra, but you are in full blush mode." Then he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "May I add how beautiful you look when your skin is all warm and pink? It should be like that more often. If it were up to me, I would keep you like that as often as possible. Not just the cheeks of your face would be warm and pink." He winked as he gave her his most come hither look. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was exactly seven o'clock when Alexandra heard the knock on her door. She took a quick look in the mirror before she went to answer the knock. She had her hair combed back and in a stylish pony tail. She left work a little early to make sure she had time to shower and change. Alexandra wore very little make up but she quickly ran a lip gloss over her lips before making that smacking sound. 

She decided to wear something simple and comfortable. She chose a merlot colored wrap-tie dress. The V neckline dipped just low enough to show cleavage but not too low to show too much of her bust. The hem ended just a few inches above her knees and with plain black pumps it looked classic but still casual. Alexandra added small plain silver hooped earrings and a silver chain that drew the eye to her cleavage. Satisfied with her look she opened the door. 

Jamison looked extremely sexy. He stood in her doorway with nice tight black jeans and a crisp black button down shirt. He had a dark grey jacket and his thick wavy hair was combed back. Alexandra thought to herself that Jamison looked every bit like the picture of a sexy Dom on one of those kinky novels. As soon as she opened the door, he smiled as he looked her over from head to toe and whistled. 

"You like?" Alexandra smiled and twirled around making the skirt of her dress lift a little as she spun. 

"I like very much." He didn't know whether his eyes should stay on her exposed cleavage or run the length of leg that was now open to view as her skirt lifted a little off her thighs as she continued to twirl. 

"Thank you. I must say you look very handsome tonight. You look just like the sexy Dom from a kinky novel." She smiles at him, thinking nothing of her comment. "Would you like something to drink? I have a nice wine chilled." 

"I'm good thanks. So, I like the sexy part, but I don't think I like being compared to a dime store Dom on some book cover." He says with his brow lifted. "If you would like a drink go ahead. They'll hold the table for us." He says as his eyes skate down her body for the second time since she opened the door. 

"I'll wait. I'll have one at the restaurant. Are you ready to leave?" 

"Not just yet." 

As Alexandra goes to walk by him to the door, Jamison takes hold of her arm. Spinning her to face him, he quickly slides her up against the wall of her foyer. He places his body up against the length of hers crushing her to the wall. He moves so quickly she is startled and gives out a little shriek of surprise. 

"Jamison." She cries aloud. 

Jamison takes that opportunity to kiss her and thrust his tongue into her mouth. His kiss is hard, demanding, and forceful. He holds her chin so she can't move very much. His lips and tongue control every aspect of the kiss. Alexandra moans lightly but the sound is muted my Jamison's mouth. He releases her chin and slides his hand down her neck, over her breast and he squeezes her breast firmly as he rubs his thumb across her nipple. His hand slides down her rib cage to her hip. He slides it back and cups her ass pulling her forward as he places his thigh between her legs. 

"Spread your legs Alexandra." He stops his kiss only long enough to give his command and then he returns to kissing her mouth. He licks her neck as he slides his thigh between her legs. 

"Pull your dress up to your waist." He commands as he returns to kissing her jaw line and neck. 

Alexandra takes a deep breath as she does as he requested. Every time she is near him, she feels a need for him. Jamison kisses her again, this time a little softer before he ends the kiss and stares into her eyes. He holds eye contact with her for the next several minutes as he pushes his thigh between her spread legs and up against her sex. Only the thin material of her panties separates her sex from his jean covered thigh. 

He holds both of her ass cheeks in his hands now and pulls Alexandra forward. As her panty covered sex rubs against his thigh she can feel the rough friction from his jeans. He pushes his thigh against her harder and his hands continue to cup her ass and pull her forward to rub against him harder. Three or four minutes go by before Alexandra leans into him and moans into his neck. 

"Jamison. She moves to adjust herself against his thigh for some release of the pressure on her clit. That's when she realizes that her panties have been rubbed into the slit of her labia and are being pulled up against her clit. Every time Jamison pushes up on her with his thigh, her panties pull tighter over her clit. 

"Jamison please. This is torture. My clit feels like it is on fire." She moans each word into the curve of his neck as she holds onto his arms for support and her head rests on his shoulder. 

"Please what Alexandra?" His voice is quiet and sexy. 

"Please stop or please make me come. Because if you continue with this we are never going to make it to dinner." 

"Which do you want me to do Alexandra?" His hands pull on her a little faster. 

"Shall I stop or make you come?" His voice is deep and guttural as he continues to pull her up against his thigh and tightly grasps her ass. 

"Make me come." She whispers, short panting breaths are quietly coming from her as she whispers again. "Jamison, please make me come." 

He pulls her body at angle toward him so that his thigh has more freedom to move and rub against her. He places his hands lower just under her ass cheeks and she starts undulating her pelvis causing her sex to rub against him faster. He continues to pull her back and forth over and over as he presses his thigh up and into her. 

Alexander digs her fingers into Jamison's arms as she holds on to him. Her head flips back as she cries out during her orgasm. 

"Ohh! Ohh! God! Ohh! Umm! Jamison!" 

Her body trembles as he holds her against him while he kisses her neck and his hand strokes up and down the length of her back. She rests against his chest as her legs finally get some strength back in them. Slowly she pushes herself back off of Jamison's chest. As she looks up into his face, she sees he is smiling down at her. 

"How was that for a dime store Dom? Was it what you would expect?" He laughs at her surprised expression. 

"Jamison, I didn't mean anything critical by my comment. I was complimenting you." She says while still catching her breath. 

"I prefer the way you complimented me as you rode my thigh. I have to tell you Alexandra your responsiveness is very pleasing to me." He leans down and lightly kisses her. 

"I'm still not sure if I rode your thigh or if your thigh rode me. But either way, I aim to please." She bites the inside of her cheek as she realizes, once again, that she has chosen the wrong phrase to use with him. As she looks up she sees he is still smiling at her. 

"I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that. Do you think you are ready to leave now?" He asks as he slowly removes his thigh from between her legs and helps her to stand. 

"Just give me a minute to wash up and change my panties." She is still trying to get her head around what just happened here. 

"That won't be necessary Alexandra. Let's go." He takes her hand and starts toward the door. 

"Jamison, I have to. My panties are sticking to me. I can't go out in these." She pulls back on his arm. 

"Alexandra you don't have to. You look fantastic. Your eyes are bright, your cheeks are pink, even your cleavage is flushed. It's not your damp panties that are going to let people know you just had an orgasm. All they have to do is look at you and they will know. Your whole body advertises the fact that you just had sex." He smirks. 

"I would rather just wash and change them quick." She looks at him. 

"I'm asking you not to. I like the idea of you knowing and feeling that you just came for me. I like the idea that if I were to lean over and take a deep breath I could smell your sex. I'm asking you not to Alexandra." 

He looks into her eyes as he asks her a second time. Alexandra is looking at him. She wonders what it is about him that makes her want to make him happy. What it is that makes her feel she should trust him and do as he wishes. She doesn't understand it and she has never felt this way. She has never, not done what she wanted in order to please a man. She knows that even though she would rather change, she's not going to because it will make Jamison happy. Right now, that is more important to her than wearing damp panties. 

"Fine, I'll keep these on if it makes you happy. And stop giving me those puppy dog eyes. I know you don't mean it. I know it's one of your tactics to get what you want. Now if we can go, I'm even hungrier now than I was before. Just so you know I'm going to order the largest most expensive steak on the menu." 

"That is fine with me. You deserve the best steak they have to offer." He laughs as he takes her hand and they leave her apartment. 

"Just so you know Ms. Newman, during your presentation today, I had to restrain myself from smacking your ass every time you gave me dirty look for asking a question." Jamison squeezes her hand as they walk to the elevator. 

"I too restrained myself Mr. Montgomery. Because after about your fifth or sixth question, I debated smacking your ass a few times myself!" Alexandra looks up at him to gauge his response. 

"Did you now? I'll have to think about how I feel about that. That may cost you Ms. Newman." He smiles down at her. 

"A girl can only hope Mr. Montgomery." She returns his smile and notes his look of surprise. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Once in his car, they drive down to the Little Italy section of the city. It's a quiet area with lines of row homes and small independent markets and family restaurants on every other corner. Jamison has reservations at one of his favorites. As they enter, they are greeted by the owner. 

"Hello Jamie. Nice to see you. You look good." The man must be in his seventies and speaks with a thick Italian accent even though he has lived in this country for fifty years. 

"It's nice to see you Mr. Napalotano. How are your wife and family?" 

"Everybody is good. You follow me and bring the beautiful woman with you." He says as he smiles at Alexandra. "I have your table all ready." 

He walks them to the back room where there are only eight tables. He directs them to the table in the far back corner. It is a little more private than the others because it has a half wall on the one side which separates it from the main area. Otherwise, the restaurant is really a converted home. They are seated and the man leaves them with menus. 

"Jamie, Tomas will be right over to take your orders. Let me know if you need anything. You hear." 

"I hear, Mr. Napalotano. I'm sure Tomas will take good care of us. He always does." 

"This is a nice place Jamison. It's very simple, inviting, warm, and everyone seems so friendly. You must come here often to be welcomed so warmly." 

"I've been coming here since I was a kid. We used to have family dinners here. My dad loved this place." As he said it, it was like Alexandra could see the memories dance through his eyes and across his face. 

"You look so calm when you speak of it. Like you can see everything as it was happening." She touches his hand as it rests on the table next to her. 

"I can. I remember every minute of it. Enough about that. Everything on their menu is delicious you won't be disappointed in anything you order. That is if you decide you don't want the largest steak in the house." He laughs. 

The waiter came to the table, after a few pleasantries, he pours the wine Jamison requests and takes their orders. Alexandra is true to her word and orders the largest steak on the menu. The waiter's eyes almost pop out of his head with surprise when she asks for the twenty-four ounce porter house steak. Then he smiles and nods at her with admiration. 

As they wait for their meals to be served Jamison talks to her about how she is feeling regarding the previous day's events. He is still concerned about some of the things she said about her self-image and how angry she was by the markings on her body. Satisfied by her answers, he asks the dreaded question. 

"Are your love bites still very visible? Do you still have my teeth marks on you?" He is smart enough to sound somewhat repentant about it. 

"Yes they're still visible! And yes, your teeth marks are all over me!" Absentmindedly Alexandra rubs her left hand under her breast and down along the path of his marks. She looks at him as she speaks but isn't aware of what she is doing. 

"You have me curious Alexandra. They shouldn't hurt now and yet you're stroking them as if they do. Let me see those marks that have you so concerned." His gaze follows her hand as she rubs along her body. 

"I can't show you them now. In case you haven't noticed Jamison, we're in public." She says quietly. "Not here, not now." 

"Yes here, yes now." He laughs at the shocked look on Alexandra's face. 

I wonder if she will ever be able to deal with these types of situations. Will she ever be comfortable with this, with the things I will ask of her? For that matter, will she ever be comfortable with me and my lifestyle. Is it something she really wants or is it something I want for her? Time will tell and I will have to give her that time. I hope I'm able to do that because right now, I want more from her. So much more! 

"Alexandra." Jamison's voice has lost its playfulness. His eyes are dark now, focused on hers and his stare is penetrating. He continues in his command tone. "You can either decide to show me or decide you want me to take things into my own hands, but one way or another, I will see these marks." 

"Jamison. I can't." She places her hands on the front of her dress where it crosses over itself. 

"Alexandra. I want to see them. Here and now." He maintains eye contact with her as he speaks and his words don't leave any room for doubt in her mind that he intends to get what he wants. Here and now. 

Alexandra can feel herself start to tremble at his promise to take things into his own hands. She hasn't known him long, but she does know that when he says something he means it. He has not failed to do one thing he said he would since they met. Her stomach flutters with nervous energy and a little bit of anticipation. As much as her mind is telling her she doesn't want to do this, her body is excited at the possibility of actually doing as he says. Alexandra feels the warmth and wetness building between her legs. 

She closes her eyes and swallows. Her mouth is dry from the adrenaline starting to pump into her blood stream. Her heart is racing from the fear of being caught or seen by someone. She takes a deep breath and bites the inside of her cheek in order to calm herself. 

Alexandra looks around the room. The three tables that have people at them are closer to the front of the room. No one is actually facing the corner where they are seated. She looks at Jamison and he is still staring at her with that damn eyebrow lifted as if daring her not to do as she is told. She takes a deep breath and moves her hands to the tie on her dress. She is wondering how fast she can untie it, open her dress enough for him to see and close it before anyone is the wiser. 

"I can't believe you!" She says as she moves closer to him and turns her body so that it faces him and is out of view of the front of the room. 

"Believe me baby, you are making the right choice. You really don't want me to be the one to open your dress right now. I may never want to close it and then where would that leave us?" Alexandra quickly unties her dress and opens it slightly for Jamison to view his work. 

"There not too bad, they'll be gone by the end of week." As he says it he reaches his hand out and gently traces the ones open to his view. 

Alexandra inhales deeply at the touch of his cool hand on her warm body. Jamison leans in to her. He kisses her lips softly and gradually builds the kiss into an in-depth exploration of her mouth with his tongue. His hand is still inside her dress and he's stroking along her abdomen. Alexandra is lost in the moment. She is lost in the feel of his mouth and the touch of his hand. 

All of that ends quickly when she hears someone clearing his throat. As she pulls away from his kiss, she realizes the waiter has brought their dinner. She quickly pulls her dress closed and reties it at the waist. Her face is bright red as she gives Jamison the evil eye. 

"Thank you Tomas, everything looks and smells wonderful." He smiles at her almost happy to have been caught by the waiter. "Tomas, I will get your attention if we need anything else. I think we will be fine from her forward." 

"Yes, Mr. Montgomery. No problem, Sir." He nods to Jamison and smiles sympathetically to Alexandra, sorry for having come to the table at an inopportune time. 

Jamison starts to eat and initiates a new conversation, as if nothing unusual just occurred. Alexandra looks at him with disbelief wondering if she will ever understand or get used to this man. 

"I know you had a busy weekend Alexandra. Did you find any time to do your homework?" 

"Yes. I looked over most of the paperwork you gave me, some twice." 

"I hope you found it informative. Any questions?" 

"Yes. Actually, I do have a few questions that have plagued my thoughts but I haven't had time to look into them any further." 

Alexandra keeps her facial expression neutral but in her head she is smiling as she thinks to herself, now, it's my turn to try to surprise or shock him for once. I hope he chokes on his meal after what he just had me do. I don't know why he does it or how he convinces me to do it, but this might just get the response out of him I'm looking for. 

"Ok. Let's start there. I'll answer whatever you need. What are they?" 

"What are sports sheets and do people really do that with Ginger Root?" She says at full voice so everyone in the room can hear. Then she sits back and watches Jamison's reaction. 

He barely swallows his food, as he coughs and chokes not only at her question, but at the volume in which she decided to ask it. Tears come to his eyes as he continues to choke. He looks at her and shakes his head. 

"Touché Alexandra. I hope you enjoyed that because it will definitely cost you." He is trying to look at her with a stern face of disapproval, but he finds her behavior too humorous. He knows she did it to spite him because he made her show him her love bites. Well, than he will just have to find a way to top that before they leave the restaurant. Finally, he laughs once he is sure he just hasn't aspirated a mushroom or something. 

"Well." She teases. "I believe I asked a question. I expect an answer when I ask a question." She is testing his limits by once again using his own words against him and with attitude. She knows how much Jamison enjoys when she does that. She may be pushing him a little too far for comfort and she knows it. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 07



"Be careful Alexandra. Be very careful Alexandra. Your mouth may be writing checks your ass can't cash, as they say." He looks at her with a glint of humor, threat, and promise all rolled into one expression. 

Alexandra has part of the answer she has been looking for since she met Jamison. She realizes that this is it. 

This is it. This is the look he gives me that makes me want to do whatever he asks. This is the look that fogs my thought process, that blurs my vision, and that makes me lose my breath. It's the one that puts my stomach into a somersault. This is the voice he uses to get what he wants. This is the sultry, sexy, deep commanding voice that gets results from me. The one that stops me from thinking twice about what I should do. That triggers something in my mind and my body to do his bidding. This is it. Finally, I have a piece of the puzzle. 

"So does that mean I will not get my answers?" She asks and bats her eye lashes as if she has no clue why he looks and sounds the way he does right now. 

"You'll get your answers Alexandra. You will get them and so much more. You will just have to wait a little while. Remind me to ask Mr. Napalotano if he has any fresh ginger before we leave. If you continue with this behavior, I can always show you how to use the ginger root." He smiles as her face goes red. "Now, eat your steak before it gets cold." 

The rest of their dinner passes smoothly. They enjoy their conversation and their food. As Jamison gets the attention of the waiter, he asks Alexandra what she would like for dessert. She only ate half of her steak because she wanted to save room for something off the homemade dessert list. 

"Cannoli." She says without hesitation. 

"Tomas, the lady will have the Cannoli and I will have the Lemon Ricotta cheese cake. Thank you. Tomas, I would like two fresh cups of coffee also and please take your time. We are in no hurry." 

"Yes Sir." He nods as he leaves the table. 

"Alexandra, I've decided you were right after all." She is confused by his statement. 

"Well, I'm glad to know you think I was right about something. Now, I'm just confused as to what." She looks at him, waiting for him to fill in the blanks. 

"You were right about the panty issue. I should have never asked you to wear damp panties out. I will rectify my error right now. Give them to me." He holds out his hand for her to place them in. 

"What? Jamison, they're dry now. They're fine." Alexandra's voice quivers. 

I know he is not going to accept that answer. He is playing with me, toying with me, and punishing me for being mouthy with him earlier. I shouldn't be punished for playing. Although he did tell me when we first met a time would quickly come when he wouldn't tolerate it so well. It can't be now, it's too soon. God, will I ever learn not to push this man's buttons. He likes to tease; he just doesn't do so well when the tables are turned. 

"Alexandra, I want you to give me your panties." He smiles at her. 

"I bet you do, but I don't want to give them to you." She smiles back at him. 

"Alexandra, I mean it. You have exactly thirty seconds to get your panties off and place them in my hand. Do you understand? Just to make it a little more clearly for you, I mean here and now. In fact, time starts now." He places his hand flat open on the table. 

"Jamison, but.." She stops speaking as she hears him whisper to her. 

"One, two, three, four, I suggest you hurry. Five, six, seven, you really don't want to waste any more time Alexandra. You have no idea what I plan to do if those panties aren't in my hand before I reach thirty. Eight, nine, ten," he continues to count aloud for her. 

Alexandra closes her eyes as she pulls the skirt of her dress up and places her fingers under the elastic side bands. She is so nervous her hands are shaking and all she can hear in her head is, "eleven, twelve, thirteen." She wants to kill him she is so mad at him right now. 

She finally gets her panties down to her feet and they get caught on one of her heels. "Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two." 

"Shit! They're caught on my heel." She looks to Jamison for sympathy. 

He smiles as he continues, "twenty-three, twenty-four." 

"Bastard!" She bends and reaches under the table pulling them off her heel and quickly bringing her hand up with them in it. 

Just before Jamison says "thirty," Alexandra slams her panties into Jamison hand. Part of them is lying on the table. Tomas is just about to place the dessert dishes in front of them as Alexandra slams her panties down. 

"I'm sorry Miss. I didn't mean to get in the way of ...your panties." He smiles as he places the dessert dishes a little further away from them then he normally would have. Then he just quietly turns and walks away as if nothing unusual occurred. 

Jamison bursts into laughter. Impressed by Tomas's response and completely amused by the look on Alexandra's face. He quite expects her to haul off and hit him at any moment. So much so, that he slides away from her a little. 

"You better pull away." She looks at him fuming. 

"Oh, behave. Everything is fine. Even Tomas took it well. That will teach you to not challenge me. I told you the other day I like to have my way. You really need to learn to expect these things. Maybe even to realize that you want them. Maybe even enjoy how they make you feel." He says as if tempting her to deny what they have been doing excites her. 

"Alexandra, I want to ask you a few things and I want you to answer me honestly. Don't think about it, just answer honestly. If I think you are lying or if you start to think about your answer and rehearse it in your head before answering, I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you right here. Understood?" 

"I hate you." She says as she bites her cheek. 

"No you don't. Don't say that. I don't like it." He gives her an admonishing look. 

He takes her panties and puts them in his jacket pocket and then takes hold of her hand. He looks into her face as he prepares to ask her questions. 

"Yes I do, I mean it." She tries to pull her hand away. 

"No you don't. Now, I don't want to hear that again. The next time you say that, even in jest, I'm going to bend your pretty ass over my knee and spank you till you're so red I can use you as a Christmas decoration. Now be honest, how do you feel right now? Don't think about it just tell me." 

"I'm mad at you. I'm mad. Scared that not only the waiter saw what we were doing but that someone else could have seen me. Mostly I'm mad and angry at you though." She is still giving him the evil eye, but it's less intense than it was earlier. 

"You don't feel nervous or edgy?" He asks, knowing she does. 

"Yes some." Alexandra takes a deep breath and tries to remove her hand from his but he holds it tight. 

"You don't feel even the least bit excited by what you just did?" 

"Yes. Maybe a little." She can't lie, she knows she feels excited. She just doesn't want him to know. 

"You don't feel fucking sexy and turned on right now?" 

"You're out of control Jamison. I don't want to answer any more questions." She pulls on her hand again. 

She tries to turn away from this look he is giving her as if he can read not only her mind, but her soul. He is so intense, it makes her nervous. He holds her chin and forces her to look at him. 

"You make me that way Alexandra. I've never been out of control in my life. Yet, when I'm with you, I want to do things and I know I can't right now. So, yes, you make me a little out of control, but this isn't it. You will recognize it when I lose control. There will be no doubt in your mind when that happens. Now answer my question." 

"Yes." Her voice is barely heard in her own head, let alone aloud. Alexandra feels her body respond to what he just said. 

Oh no! Not now! Don't betray me now. No, you can't do this to me now. Don't give in to him. I hear what you're saying. I can feel all of the signs you are sending out to me that I want this man. This demanding, all consuming, egotistical, megalomaniac of a man, is the man I want? Are we sure? Should we think about it a little longer? Damn it! I know, I know, there is no reason to delay. I'm completely sure that I want this man, no matter what. If it doesn't work out in the end, at least I tried. There is no reason to wait. I've decided to tell him tonight. 

"Yes what?" Jamison looks at her. Her facial expression has changed. She still looks angry, but she looks softer. He looks closely into her eyes. They're clear and her pupils are dilated. She looks much more focused. What is she thinking in that pretty mind of hers? 

"Yes, I feel sexy and turned on. Are you happy now?" Her voice is strong. 

She is no longer nervous or unsure. Now that she knows what she wants and what she is going to do. She will just have to take the bull by the horns. She laughs to herself. In this case it won't be the bull by the horns, but instead the Dom by the whip. Alexandra now knows how she feels and what she wants. She just has to inform Jamison of it. This should be good. 

"Yes. I am happy now. I'm even happier knowing I can reach up your skirt and touch you any time I want." He smiles. 

"Jamison!" 

"Alexandra!" 

"Jamison. I want to be serious for a moment." 

"I was being serious baby. I was being serious the whole time. Never doubt that." 

"After we finish our dessert, I would like to tell you something. It's something important and I don't want you to interrupt me while I tell you. Will you promise me that?" She looks into his eyes as she tries to read him. 

"I promise I won't interrupt you, but there is no reason to wait until after dessert. I think I just lost my appetite." He considers the fact that he may have pushed too hard. Maybe she wants out. 

"Are you sure you want me to tell you now. I can wait." 

"No. Here and now, just like I said earlier." He smiles at her but it's not his normal handsome teasing smile. 

"I don't want to wait until Friday to give you my decision about us, about what I want. I can tell you right now. I know I don't have all the facts or all of the information you want me to have before I make my decision. I don't know that it would make a difference to me even if I did. I have to base my decision on what I think in my head and what I feel in my gut. I have to go by what I feel in my heart and in my soul." 

Alexandra pauses as she looks at Jamison. This time she moves closer to him. She is the one that holds his chin. She leans in as she quietly continues to speak to him. Now she holds his gaze as she stares into his dark brown eyes. She is barely a few inches from his face. She is close enough that she can feel the air escape from him as he exhales. 

"Jamison, I'm sorry but I don't need to have all of the homework done to know what I want. I already know. I want you. I want to be with you. I want to learn about you, with you. I want you and all that entails. Everything else, I can learn as we go. I can learn from you. I'll still read the books and do everything else we talked about. I just don't see any reason in waiting until Friday to start our relationship together. I know what I want and I want you. I hope you still want me." 

There are tears in Alexandra's eyes as she waits for his response. 

Oh God! He's not moving. He's not speaking. He's just staring at me. Oh God! He has changed his mind. He doesn't want to be with me. He doesn't want to teach me. 

Jamison leans toward her closing off those last few inches between them and he kisses her. He brings his hand up to the back of her head and wraps his fist in her pony tail. He's been dying to do that all night. He pulls her hair causing her head to pull back from his kiss. 

"I want that too, Alexandra. I can't tell you how much I want that. I want that and so much more." 

"I'll tell you what else I want Jamison. I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss so hard that I will never forget this moment. I want you to kiss me like you have never kissed another woman before. I want this kiss to be ours and only ours. Can you do that for me? If only this one time can you kiss me like that?" Her voice and eyes are full of meaning, full of promise, full of something undefined. 

"I can Alexandra. I can and I will." He practically growls his words at her. 

In that moment there is a change in the energy between them. It isn't just a physical energy exchange. It is also an emotional energy exchange. In that moment something passes between them, connecting them. If it carried light, they would see arches connecting them body, mind, and soul. They feel it. They just don't have a name for it or a clear understanding of it. They are just aware it is and that is enough for now. 

Jamison grasps tightly on her pony tail and pulls her toward him. He pulls her so firmly her face comes hard into his. He holds her there as he kisses her hard, then even harder. His pent up want and need for her come out through that kiss. His lips are brutal. He is holding nothing back, his tongue enters her mouth and demands control, demands her response. He is hungry for her and this is how he shows her. This is how he communicates best. This is what he wanted since they met. 

He quickly slows the kiss her words come rushing back to him. "I want you to kiss me like you have never kissed a woman before. I want this kiss to be ours and only ours." That's what she asked him for and he promised her he would do that for her. That's not what his first kiss did, that's not what she asked or he promised. 

This kiss will be his promise kiss. He gentles his grip on her hair. He lets go of her pony tail and slowly strokes the back of her neck. He holds the base of her skull as he pulls her mouth back to his. This time much more carefully, more gently. He licks his lips before touching hers. They are warm and wet and they glide over her mouth. Slowly he traces the indention of her mouth. He doesn't force his tongue into her mouth this time. He isn't demanding. 

This time he waits for Alexandra to respond to him. This time he waits until she invites him in by parting her lips to him. She does. Gently his tongue slides between them. Softly his tongue caresses hers. His breath enters her mouth as he sighs at the feelings that just ran through his body. Alexandra feels the change in him. She feels all of the tenderness and kindness he hides from others but she knows is there. He just cloaks it behind those black eyes and commanding statements. 

Alexandra knows it is there, she also knows he needs more. He needs different. He needs to be in control. It is part of his nature. It is a large part of who he is and she will give it to him willingly. She will give it just as he asked of her earlier this afternoon. She remembers his exact words, "Alexandra the quote is 'ready, willing, and able.' I do hope you are willing Alexandra. You really have to be willing." 

Willing, she thought, I will give him willing. Alexandra places her one hand on his cheek and the other behind his neck. She pulls his face down on hers as hard as she can and she deepens his kiss. She pushes her tongue against his until he returns her pressure. His breathing increases as he takes control of the kiss back from her. He realizes what she is saying to him. He understands what she is offering him. And he takes what she was giving him. 

Jamison's kiss becomes feral, animalistic, and wild. He takes control of her mouth and her body as he pulls her up against him. He is savage in his demands on her mouth and his need to touch her becomes uncontrollable. He unleashes his need as his hand quickly slides up her dress and between her legs. Alexandra doesn't hesitate one second. She opens to him and his need. He plunges his fingers into her hard and fast. She moans but offers no resistance. 

Alexandra is warm and wet. She is ready for him and she needs him. She needs this. She wants and needs him to take her, to take control. She moves her body slightly forward and angles her body toward him to give him better access to her. He pulls his fingers back and plunges them into her again and again until she moans into his mouth. A dozen times he repeats this until she pulls away from his mouth and buries her head into the curve of his neck. 

"Jamison." She cries quietly against his warm neck. "I need you." 

He pulls her closer to him with one arm as he continues to stroke inside of her. "Bite my shoulder Alexandra. When you need to come and cry out, just bite my shoulder. I can't stop now. I need this from you." 

"Don't stop. Please don't stop. I need this from you." She cries into his neck. 

Her head is swimming. He body pulsates with desire and need. She can feel the waves start to flood her system as she is pulled into them. 

"I need to Jamison. I need to." She cries softly into his neck. 

"Bite me Alexandra. Bite into me. Do it. Do it now. Alexandra." His voice is deep and ragged. 

As Alexandra comes, she bites into his shoulder. Her body shudders as her orgasm washes through her. Jamison holds her close to him as she comes and he feels every twitch of her body. He doesn't even flinch from the pain of her bite. He takes it and converts his pain into pure pleasure. A pleasure only Alexandra gives him. A pleasure he has never felt before. 

As Alexandra calms next to him, he removes his hand from between her legs. He reaches up and takes a clean dessert napkin from the table. He gently cleans and dries between her legs before shoving the small napkin into his jean pocket. A little memento of the night that he is sure Mr. Napolitano won't mind if he keeps. 

"Alexandra, do you think you're ready to leave?" He is still holding her against his shoulder. 

"Yes. I'm ready." She whispers as she takes a few deep breaths. 

"Do you need anything?" He straightens the skirt of her dress for her and pushes back a few hairs that have fallen out of her pony tail. 

"Yes." 

"What do you need baby?" He looks a little concerned. 

"I need a to-go box for my cannoli and that cheese cake." She gives him a wickedly sexy smile. "I have a feeling I'm going to need the sugar for later." She looks up at him with her brow raised in question and hope. 

"Tomas, the check and one to-go box for the lady please." He laughs and pulls her closer as he leans down to kiss her mouth. 

"Alexandra, you should know you're going to be coming home with me tonight." His voice is deep and his eyes are practically black as he nips the side of her neck. 

"You're damn right I am, but that doesn't mean I'm sharing my desserts with you." 

"Yes it does!" He growls. 

"Ok, but just one. Which one do you really want, the cannoli or the cheese cake?" She looks at the dessert plate. 

"Alexandra, that's not the dessert I'm talking about. Trust me I have my own dessert in mind and you will be sharing it with me. I may even have seconds." He looks into her eyes then leans in to whisper, "possibly thirds." 

"Oh!" 

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To be continued...



Learning the Rules Ch. 08



Learning the Rules: Chapter 8: Ready, Willing, and Able!

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Alexandra and Jamie continue to explore their relationship with each other. Alexandra is ready to take a leap of faith and explore what joining Jamison's life would be like. Together they will have to discover just what lays ahead for them. I hope you continue to enjoy the story and the journey!

A "Thank You" to my editor and many people's favorite Brit, "Flyboy!" for being so gracious as to assist in this chapter and more. Also a special thank you to small_town_girl for her willingness to not only share her resources, but her expertise as a writer and editor. 

Thank you, ~I hope you enjoy the read.~

Apple

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The night sky is almost black as Alexandra and Jamison make their way home, though the bright harvest moon calms the darkness that surrounds them. The ride home is quiet as they travel along contemplating the activities of the evening. 

Alexandra sits back and closes her eyes in contemplation as she reflects.

How can this be wrong when he makes me feel things I've never felt before? He makes me think about things I've never even imagined I would think about. He makes me do things I've never done and would never have even envisioned doing before I met him.

All he needs to do is give me that look of his and I want nothing more than to do as he asks of me and to make him happy. That look of his that fogs my thoughts, that blurs my vision and that takes my breath away for a few seconds. It's his sultry, sexy, deep commanding voice that gets results from me. The one that stops me from thinking twice about what I should do. 

She turns her head and looks at Jamison. Her eyes dance over him taking in every detail of his profile.

Being with this man is like a magnetic pull and I can't fight it. I want to give into it, give into him. Let go of everything and let it play out his way. For the first time in my life, I'm willing to give up some of the control to someone else. I want to give it to Jamison. I'm ready, willing, and finally able to do this. I may not understand it but I believe it with all of my heart and that is enough for now. 

I just hope I can do this. I want to be the woman he wants, the woman he needs. Jamison can help me to be that woman, his woman, and his submissive. Oh God! Did I just say that? Can I be his submissive? 

As if reading her mind and on queue with her thoughts, his voice breaks the silence between them.

"You're awfully quiet since we left the restaurant Alexandra." He gently probes her for a reply.

"Well, I've just been thinking about how fast things have changed between us."

"How do you mean?" He questions.

"Well, you have to admit, things escalated rapidly. Basically, we met, had dinner, made a twenty-four hour agreement, carried that agreement into a few days, and now you're taking me to your home to.....for.....to.....to or for I'm not sure what to be honest."

"Yes, I agree. I think because I feel I have known you for a longer period of time, in my mind, things are fairly on pace."

Alexandra looks to Jamison, questioning his meaning. Then it clicks. Jamison mentioned that he worked with her through intermediaries on the last project she was working on with his company. He continues to explain as she listens intently. 

"Tonight, when you said, you wanted to give me your decision early, I wasn't sure what it would be." He thinks back.

"What did you think I was going to say?" 

"Well, when you said, you knew how you felt and that you wanted to be with me, I was truly happy. For the first time in a very long time, I was truly happy Alexandra."

"I'm glad." She smiles at him.

"I felt that if you could say that to me, you had to trust in me on some level. I knew you did when you explained that you based your decision on what you thought, but also on what you felt in your gut, in your heart and in your soul."

"It's true. It's how I feel."

"That's a huge statement for you to make Alexandra. Don't think I haven't recognized that fact. I know you're an intelligent, independent, and self-reliant woman. I know what it took for you to say that to me. I appreciate it Alexandra, maybe more than you know." 

He reaches over and takes her hand, squeezing it lightly.

"What I'm saying is that I want a relationship that is based more on what you feel deep inside of you than one based on what you think it will be or what you think I want. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, yes it does. It makes perfect sense." 

"When we get home, we have a lot to discuss. First we need to talk and review some information. Then we need to see how things go after our discussion before we proceed with anything. It's all about trust Alexandra. If you don't have a certain amount of trust in me, if we can't trust each other, we'd be starting off on the wrong path. That's not what I want for us." 

"Are you trying to scare me? Why do you make it sound so ominous?" She looks over at him as he drives. His face remains unreadable and his voice is neutral as he places both hands back on the wheel and answers her.

"Alexandra, there is a lot to this, to me, to my world that can be described by some as 'ominous.' I need to know what you are sure of when it comes to us and to our commitment. I need to know how you feel about certain aspects of our relationship."

"Like what specifically?" She feels chills run through her body as she asks the question, not sure she is ready for the answer he may give her.

"I think it's best if we wait until we get home to get into this in any detail. I would like to be able to sit down and relax when we talk Alexandra. I want to be able to look at you when we discuss things. A lot can be told by facial expression and body language. Sometimes it tells more than the words coming out of someone's mouth."

"Ok. We'll wait to discuss it if that's what you want." 

As Alexandra answers him, she watches Jamison's facial affect and becomes lost in her thoughts. 

He may be able to tell a lot from facial expression, but he doesn't give anything away in his own countenance. He is as unreadable as ever and he is an expert at hiding any emotion. Unlike me, my face registers my every thought. 

"It is." Jamison answers in an even tone, never taking his eyes off the dark curving road that runs along the river and takes them out of the city and closer to home. He too is deep in thought. His focus is on how to best deal with Alexandra and the situation at hand.

I wonder if she will be able to accept what I ask of her. Once she gives into me she is beautifully responsive, but she carries too much of her "outside self, her professional self" into her personal self. 

As Jamison pulls into the driveway and parks, his thoughts now focus solely on Alexandra.

She is so independent and I love that to an extent, but will she ever be able to be comfortable with this, with the things I will ask of her? Will she be happy with me and her new lifestyle? I suppose we will see very soon. Only time will tell if this is what she wants. It won't be easy because right now, I want more from her. So much more!

He looks over at Alexandra and takes her hand in his. His gaze never strays from hers before he leans across the seat and kisses her. He takes a deep breath before he speaks.

"Ready, Alexandra? 

"Yes, I'm ready."

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They enter the house hand in hand and Jamison leads her directly to the library. He walks her to the large leather couch and motions for her to sit. Then he goes to his desk and pulls the small gold chain turning on the lamp. The room is shadowed in the soft yellow glow. 

He retrieves the folder with Alexandra's name across the front. Returning to her, he sits right next to her and takes her hand back into his. His leg rests along hers and she can feel his body heat against the bare skin of her leg. His hands are also warm. She should be comforted by this, yet she feels herself stiffen.

Jamison starts their conversation in a very calm and almost clinical manner.

"Alexandra, I'm not going to hold information back from you or soften it for you tonight. I think it only fair to be as truthful as possible to prepare you for what a D/s relationship with me would be like. What role each of us would play in it." 

He leans over and gently kisses her cheek.

"I also want to talk about what I will want from you and what you, in turn, could expect from me. I want to discuss our goals, our commitment to each and what each of us desires to receive from this adventure of ours."

"Alexandra, this may be one of the most important conversations we have. Now, I know you're not overly comfortable talking about your feelings, about sex or personal interactions, but tonight you have to be totally open and honest with me." 

He tightens his hold on her hand for a brief moment, stressing the importance of his words.

"Can I trust you not to hold back tonight, Alexandra?

"Yes, Jamison. I can't promise I still won't hesitate a little, but I will be totally honest and upfront with you. Will you be patient with me?"

Jamison laughs lightly, "I will do my very best. This is the time to ask any questions you want. Now is the time to get all of your doubts and concerns addressed Alexandra. It's a time where when you say, "one more thing" or "I have another question," I will be happy to hear those words from your lips."

He leans closer to her and takes her chin in his hand. Turning himself to face her, he kisses her mouth. First lightly, then a little more assertively as he tips her head back from the pressure of his kiss. Jamison's other hand slides behind Alexandra's neck and takes hold of a fistful of hair just above her neckline. Gently he tugs her head and as she whimpers her lips open and he takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Her mouth is warm, soft, and wet. Her tongue curls around his as he explores her. He moves her head by simply moving his hand still grasping her hair. He gently bends her head to the right as he slides his mouth along her jaw line, leaving little kisses in its path. He tips her head to the left with just the slightest of tugs and she follows his pull. Jamison takes advantage of her exposed neck line and licks the entire length of her neck. He licks her from her ear to her clavicle as she moans and he feels the vibrations of her moan through her throat.

That sound from her alone is a turn on for him. To hear her moan from his kiss, his tongue; to feel the vibrations of her moan sends a message directly to his cock and he is immediately aroused by her. Alexandra has the ability to awaken his sexual needs by the simplest response of her body to his touch. 

She tremors as he continues to tease her with his kisses, his tongue, and his mouth. He moves his head a little lower and traces the V neck area left exposed by her dress line. He kisses along her breasts and pulls her hair tightly causing her head to fall back several inches. She cries out more in surprise than any real pain. Her back slightly arches and exposes more of her neck and chest, lifting her breasts upward. Jamison kisses her several more times and licks along the curve of her breasts before he pulls back.

She can feel her sex becoming wet. Her breathing and heart rate are elevated. No matter how tightly she clenches her thighs together she can't control the tremors initiated in her sex. Her lower abdominal muscles are in spasm.

Jamison keeps his hold on the handful of hair and repositions her head back far enough to hold her eye contact. He stares into her eyes but doesn't speak a word for several minutes. He almost dares her to speak first, but Alexandra remains silent and maintains his gaze until it is too much for her and she diverts her eyes from his.

"No." His voice is calm and quiet, but demanding her immediate response.

She swallows hard and bites the inside of her cheek out of nervous habit in order to compose herself. Her breathing is elevated and she can feel herself becoming more aroused by him. Slowly, she returns her gaze to Jamison and watches as his face softens. She remains silent and all that is heard from her is her slightly elevated breathing.

"Good girl. Very good." He says while maintaining the grip he has on her hair.

"How do you feel right now Alexandra? I want to know how you feel about me pulling your hair, controlling your movements, moving you to my liking. How does that make you feel?"

"Nervous Jamison. Nervous and anxious." Her voice is a little unsteady, but she maintains his eye contact and answers truthfully.

"Why nervous?"

"Because I'm not sure what you will do."

"Why anxious?" He tilts his head to see if he detects any fear in her expression. He sees none.

"Anxious mostly because I don't have any control over what happens next. I'm at your mercy more or less."

"Are you afraid I'll hurt you?"

"No." Alexandra blinks and looks directly into his eyes. She tilts her chin up a little. "I know you won't hurt me."

"Do you trust in that fact Alexandra?" He is intently watching her and listening.

"Yes, I do."

"Does it bother you that I have control over your movements right now? That I can bend your head to my will?"

"A little, I guess. I don't know if bother is the right word though. It feels... foreign to me, so it's different. But I don't think it really bothers me. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes. Alexandra, a lot of how we will relate, will feel exactly like this. Some things will feel less intense, some more intense. Most things will seem 'foreign' to you especially in the beginning. Ceding your control to me will be a central focus in our relationship. This is one example of it." 

"Yes." She sighs as he brings her mouth to his for a kiss.

Jamison's face is so close to hers that she can feel the heat from his breath as it glides over her skin. Jamison never looks away from her eyes his look is so intense. He doesn't even blink as he stares at her. His eyes are almost black in color as he realizes how much he wants her. Each time he exhales his breath tickles across her cheek until finally he pulls back a few inches.

"Jamison, you're making me more nervous than I was."

Mistaking his hesitation as uncertainty, Alexandra asks, "Do you not really want this, want me?" Her voice is quiet, almost tearful sounding.

"No Alexandra. I've known what I've wanted from you from the very beginning. I've known what I've wanted for us from our initial meeting."

He slowly traces her body from head to toe with his gaze.

"I want to have no doubt in my mind that this is what you choose, that I am who you choose to be with. Tonight I will tell you and show you exactly what I want from you. Before I show you anything further, you will tell me what it is you want and expect from this relationship and from me."

Jamison looks at her with hope on his face. He wants this preamble to be over and he wants to move forward and really learn about each other, be with each other.

"I am ready to be with you. I want to be with you. I will discuss anything we need to in order to assure you that this is what I want. You are who I want."

"I believe you."

He leans forward and kisses her mouth hard and fast. Grasping her chin and pulling her to him by her hair, Jamison kisses Alexandra and then without warning releases her from his hold and the kiss.

"Alexandra, I need to know what you want from me, from this. Specifically, what you want or think you want from a Dom/sub relationship between the two of us. I know you're not fully aware of all of the aspects involved, but I would like to know what you think about it at this point."

"I'm not exactly sure how to go about this, how to organize my thoughts, so that they make sense to you. I'm not sure of the best way to explain to you how and why I made my choice. So, I'd like to do it in a way that is comfortable to me. Is that ok with you?"

"Do it any way you want. I'm only interested in what you have to say, not in how you present it." He waves his hand across the room, as if to say, my library is your stage, do what you want.

As he motions across the room, Alexandra stands and starts to pace the length of the library. He realizes, she is posturing and moving about, much like she did in the board room when she presented her plans for the children's rehab center. When Alexandra starts to talk, Jamison recognizes that she is going to literally "present her case" as if presenting a project in the board room. He smiles to himself, thinking, "This is so Alexandra."

"Jamison, I don't have all of the answers to what I want or to how this will work between the two of us, but I do know some things for certain as to why I made this decision." She looks at Jamison to see his reaction to her presentation format. He's focused on her and doesn't seem too put off by her choice, so she continues.

"I've told you before that you have a certain effect on me that I haven't experienced before in my life. I've never felt so connected to another person. Intellectually, we match. We can talk about anything and it is an interesting conversation."

She hesitates and organizes her next thought before continuing.

"Psychologically, I feel some sort of bond with you that I can't explain. I just know that when you are with me, I feel better about simply 'being.' I know it probably doesn't make sense, but I can't explain it any other way. When I'm with you, I feel better about being myself. The real me, simply Alexandra and you bring that out in me. You make me feel like, no matter what I do, or what I say, or how I feel about something, it's ok. I've never had that in a relationship before and I love that you do that for me."

Alexandra stops talking for a moment and looks to Jamison for some feedback. He is silent, but intently watching her and listening to every word she says. His face doesn't show it, but so far, he is impressed by her answer and her honesty. He didn't doubt she would be truthful. He just wasn't sure to what degree she would hold back on her response. So far, it appears she isn't holding anything back from him. He nods in her direction to let her know he is listening and for her to continue.

"One of the things you told me when we first met was not to base my decisions on fear of the unknown. So, I'm not. I'm basing it on what I think and what I feel right now. I think that there is nothing I want more than to make a relationship between us work. I feel that there is no other decision to be made that will make me as happy as the one that involves you and me together. I may be unsure of what such a relationship consists of, but I'm willing to give it my all to make it work."

Again Alexandra stops to evaluate Jamison's reaction to what she is saying. She connects with his stare and sees how intently he is listening to her. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales before continuing.

"Here's what I know for sure Jamison. I know that I feel more alive in your presence. I feel more aware of things when you're with me. I experience things more intensely on every level when I'm with you. I find myself thinking and doing things that I would never have thought or done if you weren't in my life."

Alexandra pauses for just a moment and then walks to the center of the floor and looks at Jamison. She extends her arm to him, palm open and up, asking him without words to come to her. Jamison looks from her face to her hand. Without more than a seconds delay, he rises and walks toward her taking her hand. Alexandra gently pulls him closer to her. As she holds his hand in hers, she touches and holds his cheek with her free hand and gazes into his eyes.

"Tonight I realized something Jamison. Tonight I admitted something to myself that I haven't spoken aloud yet."




Learning the Rules Ch. 08



She's nervous and her lips are dry. She licks her lips to moisten them and then continues.

"I thought to myself, I hope I can be the woman he wants, the woman he needs. I hope I don't disappoint him or myself. I don't want either of us to get hurt. I want to give into my hidden desires. I want to experience more of what we have shared. I want to be more of the woman I am when I'm with you and less of who I think I need to be."

She stretches up to kiss him.

"I thought to myself, Jamison can help me to do this, he can help me to learn how to be his submissive."

She looks intently at him, gauging his reaction to her words. His initial response is to close his eyes and take a deep breath in and slowly exhale. As he opens his eyes, he tightens his hold on her hand.

"Did you hear what I said Jamison? Did you hear what I'm asking of you?" Her voice is soft and hopeful in tone.

"Yes, Love. I heard everything you said. I heard every single word you spoke."

"Jamison, earlier today you said something to me that has been a question in my mind ever since. In my offices today, you said, 'Alexandra, you have to be ready, willing, and able. You must be willing Alexandra.' Well, I am. I am ready, willing, and able to be with you, to be part of your life, part of your lifestyle. I am ready, willing, and able to give you my submission."

She looks at him, sure in what she just said.

"Are you ready, willing, and able to accept my offer?"

Alexandra's voice is steady as she speaks. Jamison can clearly see that she means everything she has said to him. He is so proud of her and so happy with her, that he takes a moment before responding. She has tears in her eyes and he can feel her hand shaking in his as she waits for his answer.

He pulls her into his chest and wraps his arms around her. Kissing her passionately he answers her question.

"Yes, Love. I am more than ready, willing, and able to accept your submission and become your Dom. Thank you Alexandra. Thank you for gifting me with your trust. Thank you for honoring me with your submission. I will hold it and you precious and keep it safe. I will keep you safe." 

He holds her in his arms as the stress from her day and her decision, overcome her. Alexandra's tears begin to flow. She rests her head on Jamison's chest and quietly allows her emotions to take over. 

It's difficult for her to come to terms with everything she has been dealing with over the past few days. The relief she feels in having said those words out loud is immeasurable. She didn't know how tightly she was wound until Jamison took her in his arms and she felt the need to release her emotions. As she continues to softly cry into his chest, he tenderly strokes her back and whispers to her.

"It's ok Alexandra. You're ok, I have you."

He continues to caress her and kiss her head as he softly talks to her.

"I can't describe to you how happy you've made me Alexandra. Everything you said came from your heart. I appreciate that you were willing to share it with me. I'm so proud of you. You did more than I could have asked for, so much more."

Jamison holds her and rubs up and down her back until her tears come to an end. When he hears her sniffle back the last of her tears he kisses the top of her head and walks her to the couch. As he sits, he brings her down into his lap and continues to hold her. The stress from the day's events is released from both of them as they sit there in each other's arms, content to sit in silence for now.

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Almost an hour passes by before either of them speaks. Alexandra is comforted by Jamison's hold. She is content in his lap and in his arms. Jamison is happy to finally have her as his. He enjoys the knowing, the feeling, that she is part of his life, that she belongs to him and in the same sense, he belongs to her. 

He knows they have more to discuss before their night can continue and no matter how much he is enjoying this moment, he realizes it can't last. He has to talk to Alexandra about expectations, limits, and goals. He also has to tell her what he wants most from her.

"Alexandra, Love are you ok now? How do you feel?" The concern is audible in his voice. Jamison is keenly aware of how difficult it is for her to speak about her feelings. He knows how much courage it took for her to be so honest and eloquent when she spoke to him.

"I'm ok. I'm fine. I was just a little overwhelmed by everything that happened today and it just came pouring out. I feel so stupid. I'm sorry." She says as she tilts her head back to look at him.

"There is nothing to be sorry for Alexandra and you are by no means stupid. I don't like when you talk like that. I don't like it at all and I don't want to hear that kind of talk from you again. Understand?" His voice is stern, but remains quiet and even in tone.

"Yes." She answers simply and quietly.

"Good. Now, we have more to discuss. Are you up to continuing our conversation?"

"Yes. I'm ready." 

Alexandra straightens up from her curled position on Jamison's lap. As she moves to adjust her sitting position, she feels the beginning of arousal in Jamison. She looks at him and smiles.

"Don't look so smug." His voice is unyielding, but he smiles and winks at her. "There is a time and place for everything my Love. Until we finish some of our business, this will not be the time or place for anything for you. Do we have an understanding Alexandra?"

"Yes, you're saying it's business first, fun and games later." She smiles and licks her lips as she answers.

"I said no such thing and you know it." He reprimands.

Jamison tries to remain stern and business like, but she is too cute with her smart ass answer and damn sexy as she licks her lips. All he wants to do is strip her down and take her, bonding them and making her truly his. Instead, he calms his needs and pulls his Dom control front and center. He needs to address at least some of the more important issues with her tonight before things go any further between them.

"Alexandra, I want to explain to you the things I want from our coming together as a D/s couple. The things I want us to share in our bond together. I need you to really listen and see if you want the same things. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course. I will listen to whatever you have to say, you know that." 

She kisses him as she finishes her answer. She's unable to make the kiss into anything more because Jamison is quick to move her off his lap. He realizes that being this near to her is not the best situation for him at the moment. He stands and walks to his desk. He partially sits, partially leans on his desk with his legs outstretched as he starts to speak.

"There are a few important things I would like to share. I believe in order to really have a full and complete D/s link together these are key aspects to make it work. In order to achieve our full potential as a D/s couple, I believe we both have to work hard to meet not only each other's needs, but our own needs and expectations."

Now it's Jamison's turn to see if Alexandra is hearing what he has to say. He watches her as she sits across from him intently listening. He knows now that he was smart to move away from her for this conversation. Just looking at her makes him want to strip her and lay her naked on his couch.

"This will not be a twenty-four hour bargain anymore." He watches her reaction to his words closely. "It will be a lot more intense and meaningful. This will be a full on commitment."

He's happy to see that she is unwaivered by what he said and he continues. 

"By that I mean that I expect us both to be devoted to making this work. We both have to be honest with ourselves and each other."

"Jamison, tell me what you want. Tell me what you are asking from me." She stares across the room at him, watching so closely she doesn't even realize she is counting the number of times his chest rises with his breath.

"I want it all Alexandra. I want a commitment, devotion, submission, honesty. My wish is for you to come to me knowing you are willing to give yourself to me without reluctance. I want there to be no question in your mind that you are with me in this commitment."

He looks across at her and she is nodding at him.

"I not only desire your body Alexandra, I want to share in your thoughts and feelings. I want you to trust me. I want you to want to give that all to me freely. I need you to do that knowing that I will do everything in my power to ensure you and your trust in me is safe and protected." 

"I want to have a relationship with you that will allow us to explore each other. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, on some level spiritually. I want a clear commitment from each of us that we will always continue to look inside ourselves and identify areas of growth and development, for ourselves, each other, and our partnership."

He looks directly into her eyes.

"I want us to explore and experiment with our deepest desires and fantasies." 

Alexandra is transfixed by Jamison's stare. She doesn't even realize she is holding her breath until she feels tightness in her chest and takes a labored intake of air. Her gasp breaks the silence in the room. She is unable to move or think because she keeps hearing Jamison's words play in her mind. "I want...I want...I want..." Her inner voice starts to talk to her as she sits, still immobilized by his words.

Well, you asked for this. You asked for this from the very first time you met him. You teased, you flirted, you taunted, and now you got what you asked for. You even asked him what he wanted from you and he told you in no uncertain terms. He wants everything. He wants you. He wants control when you're together. Is that something you are willing to give? Is that something you can give? Alexandra, is that something you even know how to give? You've never faced a situation like this before. Do you want him, this, enough to give a part of you that you have never shared before?

Before her thoughts are even clear in her mind, she hears her voice echo in the quiet of the library. One word and she has sealed her fate with Jamison. One word she wasn't sure she would be able to say. Yet, it came out without hesitation.

"Yes." 

As she said the word out loud, she thought, am I answering his questions or my own. She knows that she wants this, she wants him. She knows if she doesn't try, it will be the biggest regret of her life. She has to at least try to see if this will work for them. On so many levels, she knows this is what she wants, even needs in her life. On some other levels, she doubts she will be able to be everything he wants and needs in a woman. In a submissive. 

Jamison doesn't move a muscle as he hears her say "Yes." 

Inside, his heart is racing as is his mind. He wants to walk across the room, grab her, strip her naked and finally sink himself into her and claim her as his. 

Jamison pushes off the desk with his arms and she watches as every muscle in his body comes alive. His face tightens, his chin juts outward, and his neck muscles are taut. As she moves her eyes over his body, she watches a physical and emotional transformation occur. His chest and arms seem to flex all at once and stay that way. Alexandra swears he looks taller and stronger. His abdominal muscles are tight and somehow more visible through his shirt.

His emotions seem muted. He appears almost business like in his expression. Like he is negotiating a business meeting versus talking to the woman who just said she will submit to him. A nervous chill runs through her body as he starts to move. 

Jamison slowly strides across the room. In the few seconds it takes him to reach her, she is a bundle of nervous energy. She isn't sure what he is going to do or say, but she knows for the first time since she met him, he is in full Dom mode. Any little aspect of his Dom side she has previously seen is shadowed in the appearance of the man before her now. He is sexy, alluring, and magnificent. Yet at the same time he is domineering, daunting, and a little challenging to take in all at once.

As he stands in front of her, he reaches out his hand. She takes it and he pulls her to a standing position. 

"Stand Alexandra."

She still isn't sure what he plans on doing to her, but he is having "that" effect on her. Her breathing picks up, her heart beat starts to race, and she can feel her sex juices start to flow simply by looking at him. When he speaks, she visibly trembles; his command voice is so fucking hot.

"I'm so happy you have decided to be with me. To join me."

Jamison brings her hand to his mouth and opens her hand, palm facing up. He then kisses the palm and runs his tongue in circles in the center. Alexandra closes her eyes because the site of his tongue tracing circles on her palm is just too much for her to watch right now. 

A relatively benign act has her wetting her panties just by watching him. She feels that she will orgasm standing right there if he so much as touches her. And he does touch her.

"I promise you, you will never regret your decision."

Jamison says as he slides his hands up her arms and gently massages her shoulders. She can feel his strong fingers as they press into her tight muscles. She can feel the warmth of his hands through the material of her dress. She can feel the pain in her mouth as she bites her inner cheek to keep from crying out his name and once again beg him to take her. 

It's what she wants, but she knows it is the wrong thing to say right now. Jamison watches as her face speaks volumes to him. He knows exactly what she is thinking, what she is feeling, what she is doing to hold it together. It pleases him to see how hard she is working to control her body and her smart mouth. It is impressive to know she innately understands not to give in to her wants right now. 

It reassures him of what he already knows. Alexandra can do this if she tries. His independent, intelligent, strong willed, smart mouthed woman, who he wants so badly, can be submissive if she just lets herself. He knows with time and practice, and a little encouragement and punishment when required, it will come more easily to her, more naturally. It will be his pleasure to watch, teach, and assist her in her learning process.

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"Well now that we have most of the important things discussed, what do you think about moving this 'discussion' upstairs to the bedroom?" He knows she was half way, if not more so, to reaching orgasm just from their conversation and the closeness of their bodies. 

Jamison smiles at her as he places all of the paperwork back into her file and into his desk. They have spent the last three hours going over information. Discussing hard limits and soft limits, most of which hadn't changed from their initial talks. They talked about her goals, his goals, his goals for her, and relationship goals. They discussed what his expectations of her were and what she could anticipate from him.

They discussed things like play sessions, what they entailed, and safety issues, specific acts he would want from her. Alexandra opened up and discussed some activities that she thought would be of interest.

Jamison described submissive posturing to her and when and where it would be appropriate. They talked about punishment and how punishment would always reflect the infraction. That it was to improve growth and trust. Although he admitted sometimes things would be painful but that given time, experience, and instruction, she would be able to deal with it. 

When he told her he wanted her to think about and even write down her sexual fantasies, she almost fell off the edge of the couch. He laughed and told her, there was no point to a D/s relationship if they weren't going to have fun with each other. 

"Fun and sex should go hand in hand most of the time. I'm not saying sex isn't serious, I'm just saying, it could be more enjoyable when it's combined with fun. Alexandra, exploring sexual fantasies is fun and we WILL be EXPLORING. TRUST me on that my Love."

He pulled her toward him and whispered in her ear.

"Besides, if you don't share your fantasies with me, then I will have to make them up for you. I have a very vivid imagination Alexandra. That's another thing you can trust me on; I have a very vivid imagination. Also, if you don't share, then we will only have mine to explore." 

He gave her the sexiest wicked smile as he said "mine to explore" and it sent sparks flying from her most intimate parts. 

"God this man is fucking sexy! Just take me already. Please!" was all she could think as his words echoed in her mind. Once again, she was smart enough not to let them escape from her mouth. 

When they spoke, Jamison promised Alexandra that it was his responsibility to make sure she was safe and that part of that responsibility was to never give her more than he was sure she could handle or just push her limit. He explained the meaning of "pushing her limits" and what that would entail. Then they discussed the, all important, safe words. 

No longer would they use her full name. They decided together to stay with the basics for now. RED means STOP immediately, YELLOW means SLOW down or take a BREAK, and GREEN means everything is GOOD and CONTINUE on as is. 

He assured her there was no punishment associated with using a safe word. However, if she failed to use them when she needed to she would disappoint him and be punished, first for failing to use her safe words and putting herself in harm's way and then for disappointing him with selfish behavior. 

He helped her to understand the difference between pain for pain's sake and pain to initiate pleasure. He assured her that she would find out what he meant soon enough. He told her he thought she would learn and grow to love their sessions for that reason alone, but that there would be so many more reasons to love and enjoy them. 

He asked that she keep track of her thoughts and feelings. To think about what she liked, what felt good to her and what she didn't like or what made her feel less good. He let her know that it would help him to get a better understanding of her thoughts, feelings, and needs if she shared this with him. Alexandra agreed to it.

Jamison said something rather puzzling to her during their conversation and it stuck in her mind. "Alexandra, the Dom/sub relationship is as complex as it is simple. As your Dom, I'm in control of the activity, the scene, etc. In everything I do and decide on, my primary concern is for your well-being, growth, experience. I want to push your limits but not at a permanent cost to you. I respect you as a person and an individual first and foremost. I respect you as a partner and I respect you as my sub. As all of those roles and especially as my sub, I would want and hope that you share similar feelings for me."

"I do. I want this to work. I'm new to this and what seems perfectly normal to you is not to me. So I'm hoping you will give me some slack. Also, you know I'm very independent and I'm not use to being told what to do. So that will also be a learning curve for me, but I promise, I will work on it."

"I understand. I'll try to be more patient and a little gentler with what I say at times. This is different for me too. It's been awhile since I've dealt with a newbie." He laughed at her expression as he called her a "newbie."

"Oh God! What if I'm not up for this Jamison? What if I fail you miserably? Fail myself." Alexandra's voice is full of concern and worry, not for herself, but for the possibility of failing Jamison. 

"You're up for it. So am I. It will just take a while before we work smoothly together. Like we said, it's a learning curve for both of us."

"Now as your Dom, I would like to test your recall of information. I would like to see just how ready you are, to be the sub of my dreams. Let's see how well you follow commands Ms. Newman."




Learning the Rules Ch. 08



"Upstairs! Now!" He turned her toward the door and playfully slapped her butt.

~~~~~~~~~~
Once upstairs, Jamison shut the door to his bedroom. As Alexandra turns to look at him, she is promptly informed of her error.

"Face the bed Alexandra."

Shit! He's back. My Jamison in full Dom mode. God, how does he have this immediate effect on me? Never in my life have I felt like this. I hope he doesn't start with that "you're not ready for me" stuff again. If I'm not ready, will you please tell my pussy so I can stop clenching my muscles together for fear my sex juices will run down my legs.

Alexandra stands tall and faces the bed as directed. She closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep calming breath. She has no idea what he is planning, but she does know that she is excited to finally find out what a D/s relationship with him will be like. She wills herself to remain calm and to follow whatever he asks of her.

"Strip." He moves closer to her and stands just inches behind her.

Alexandra reaches to her waist and unties her wrap dress. It falls open and she slowly pushes the sleeves down her arms and allows it to fall to the floor. Jamison doesn't say anything else, so she reaches back and unhooks her bra, allowing that to join her dress. She didn't wear any stockings tonight, so her legs are bare and Jamison has her panties in his pocket from when he made her take them off in the restaurant and place them in his hand.

"Heels." He commands.

Alexandra slides off one heel and then the other. Now, she is completely naked standing in the middle of his room.

"Bend at your waist. Pick up your clothes." His voice is sultry and deeper than earlier this evening.

Alexandra feels him come closer to her. He is right up against her. As she bends to pick up her clothes, she feels her ass cheeks brush up against him. Realizing the sight she is presenting to him, she feels herself become wetter.

"Place them neatly on the chair."

Again, she follows his instruction. She thinks to herself, "so far, so good, I haven't hesitated once." From behind her, she hears his next command.

"Stand and present."

Alexandra bites her lip and swallows before turning toward Jamison. She realizes he is going to test her tonight. She takes the few steps back to him, standing near the bed. The muscles in her stomach tighten and the muscles in her sex start to spasm. Again, she takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm the nervous tension that is running rampant through her body.

She moves into the position he described and showed her earlier. She stands tall with her back straight, her chin level, but her eyes cast slightly downward. Not to the floor, but just lower than his eye level. She focuses on his mouth and realizes that may not have been her best choice. Now she wants to feel his mouth on her. Her body shivers at the thoughts running through her mind.

Alexandra swallows hard and continues to complete her positioning. She spreads her legs to shoulder width. Then she places her hands, fingers linked behind her neck with her elbows and forearms level at the side of her head. She is surprised at how excited she feels in this position. She feels almost proud to be presenting herself to Jamison, naked and unashamed. Something she never thought she would feel posed in such a position.

The second Alexandra faltered when focusing on his mouth Jamison was reading her thoughts. He is holding back a smile as he moves closer to her. He looks her over examining every detail. Gently he places his hands under her elbows and slightly raises them an inch. She holds that position. 

As he moves to her side, she feels his hands on her. One hand is on her lower back, the other on her lower abdomen. He strokes both hands down her body. His left hand traces over the curve of her ass as his fingertips linger in the fold of her cheeks. Gently stroking her crack from the top to just between the juncture of her thighs, he feels as she tightens her cheek muscles and she arches slightly forward.

In the very next second, she realizes her misstep as she pushes against his hand that is now sliding along her sex. His fingers easily slip between her lips and find her wet silky inner folds. As his fingers caress her she moans.

"Silence Alexandra. Remain silent and still."

She holds her pose as steady as possible. The muscles along her ribs and abdomen are twitching and Jamison can see the little waves of movement flutter over her torso. 

"Hold still Love." Before he continues his probing he realizes Alexandra may be chilled standing there naked. "Alexandra, are you cold?"

She shakes her head in the negative and tries to still her muscles as best she can. Her nerves are dancing and she can't help the waves of movement that are now occurring throughout her body. Her arms twitch. She can feel the wave of muscle spasms flow from her woman's core through the rest of her body. It's like the ripples made when a stone is thrown into a lake. They are strong and tight at the center and then slowly fade outward.

The tension she feels trying to remain still is overwhelming. Her nipples are hard and peaked as her breasts become firm in their excitement in response to Jamison's teasing hand movements.

"Remain still then."

Alexandra nods, closes her eyes, and takes a few calming breaths before she feels centered and grounded. She holds very still as Jamison starts his exploration again.

"Good girl."

Two words and waves of pleasure are set off between her legs. Jamison can feel the clenching of her sex as his fingers continue to stroke her inner folds. Alexandra's sex is warm, wet, and smooth as silk. His fingers glide through her folds smoothly and he continues to caress her back and forth. Without conscious thought, Alexandra arches her pelvis forward toward Jamison fingers.

"Smack!" His left hand spanks her ass once and she cries out at the unexpected slap and immediate sting. "Ouch!"

"Smack!" A second spank on the opposite ass cheek. This time she purses her lips tightly and holds back her cry realizing why she received the second spank.

"Good Love. When I say hold still, I mean completely still."

Alexandra straightens her stance.

"I'll move my fingers where I want them. It's not for you to move to my touch, but for my touch to come to you. Also, silence means no sound. That includes moans, groans, or ouches!" 

Jamison is explaining her error to her in such a way that his voice is both instructing and yet reprimanding at the same time. Alexandra is so tense from his fingers stimulating her that even looking at his beautiful face makes her want to come. Watching his lips move is making her crazy with need.

Her cheeks are deep cherry red now and she can feel the warmth flow over her neck and make its way over her chest. She knows she is flushed and as she peeks down at herself, she sees the warm color cover her upper chest.

"It appears the blush red over your chest will be matched by the beautiful pink color that is just now coming alive over your lovely ass." 

Even though she can't see Jamison's face as he tilts to look at her ass, she can hear the smile and slight laughter in his voice as he taunts her. 

Once again, his fingers start to move and caress her sex. This time Jamison slides his thumb over her clit and starts to massage it. Alexandra fights to stand perfectly still even though with every movement of his fingers and thumb she gets closer to losing herself in his touch.

"You're so wet. Do you want to come?" His voice is deep as he whispers into her ear.

Alexandra nods yes and her breathing increases just from his question alone. Even as inexperienced as she is with Jamison, she realizes he isn't going to let her off his hook that easily.

She feels every nerve ending inside of her as he moves his fingers over her vaginal entrance and slips his middle finger in her. She tightens around it and then forces herself to relax her muscles. Jamison glides his forefinger inside of her. This time she controls herself and doesn't clench tight.

"Good, that's my girl. Hold very still for me." His voice is full of sexual tension, but none the less ominous in its tone. Almost as if he is challenging her to move and hoping she does. 

Jamison no sooner completes his sentence before his fingers start pumping in and out of Alexandra's sex. He starts off slowly, but continually increases his pressure and his speed as he feel the wetness dripping down his fingers. Alexandra is doing so well. Holding still and remaining silent even as screams are sounding in her mind.

God, please let me do this. Oh Fuck! Please don't let me come, not now, not yet. Oh! Please help me control this. Please help me to remain still. Oh Fuck! Please don't let me lose it. I want to do as he asks, please just let me do as he asks. 

As Alexandra begs and pleads for control, Jamison continues to plunge in and out of her sex. The pleasure his fingers are causing her is quickly amped up as his left hand slides between her ass cheeks and his finger starts to trace little circles around her anal opening.

Alexandra bites down on her cheek in order to keep from moving. She knows she can't hold still much longer. She won't be able to remain silent for much longer either. Her body wants to rock back and forth, but she forces herself to remain still. Her mind is screaming for release and she fights the urge to come. Fighting every natural response her body is sending, Alexandra remains motionless.

Jamison sees the stress on her face and the concentration and focus she is exerting in order to control her body's natural response. He slows his fingers movements, giving her time to adjust and come down from her heightened state of arousal. He removes his finger from her anal opening and softly caresses her ass in an attempt to calm her. He gently removes his fingers from her sex altogether.

"Alexandra, look at me." His voice is calm and caring, but still commanding.

Alexandra blinks a few times, takes a deep breath and looks at Jamison. She remains standing in her presentation pose and has not so much as flicked a muscle in several minutes. She looks at Jamison, but remains silent.

He makes sure Alexandra's eyes are on him as he brings his fingers from her sex to his mouth. He sucks them and smiles at her as her eyes widen and her pupils constrict even more. He can't help but think how beautiful she looks. Her face and chest blushed, her breasts fully engorged and firm, her nipples hard and erect; her breathing is elevated, and her pussy is soaked and needy.

"You did very well Love."

He kisses her mouth hard. His tongue quickly enters between her full pink lips and he finds her mouth warm and welcoming. His tongue slides back and forth along her tongue replicating the movements his fingers just performed inside of her pussy. He waits until she whimpers into his mouth before ending the kiss.

"I'm proud of how well you did what I asked of you. You did beautifully Love. Thank you."

He reaches behind Alexandra's head and takes hold of her wrists. He slowly moves her hands down to her sides. 

"You may break position and relax with your hands and arms at your sides now."

As Alexandra relaxes her body her legs begin to tremble. Jamison moves forward until the front of his body is rubbing against her. He is still fully clothed and the silky feel of his shirt against her erect nipples sends sparks from her nipples to her core. As his arm encircles her, he pulls her to him and the roughness of his jeans comes in contact with her mound. He places his other hand over her ass and pulls her tight against him. He bucks his pelvis into her. 

She moans loudly as she feels the firmness of his erection as he continues to grind against her sending fire through her clit and causing her sex juices to leak from her.

"You sound like a woman ready to be fucked. Because, ready or not, that is what I plan on doing with you. Are you still ready, willing, and able Alexandra?" He smiles at her as he teases her with her own words. 

Alexandra looks at him and returns his smile as she nods yes.

"You may speak now Love. When I fuck you I want you to be able to call out and make any sounds you want to. You may also move freely as long as you don't try to stop my movements in any way. I want to feel your body respond to me. I don't want you to hold anything back. Do you hear me Alexandra?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." Her answer is very breathy as she responds both verbally and physically to him.

"Good. Now sit on the side of the bed for me."

As Alexandra sits, Jamison kneels in front of her. He places his hands inside of her knees and he slowly spreads her legs. He moves in close to her until there is no space between her body and his. He lifts her legs and places them over his shoulders as he dips his head down between her legs and begins to lick at her sex. 

"Jamison.....I thought you.....said you....ummm.....were going to.....aahhh.....fuck me now." She sighs between every few words as his tongue goes to work on her already aroused pussy. Licking and lapping between her sex lips and folds.

"I am Love. I'm going to tongue fuck you! Sit back and enjoy." He smiles at the expression on Alexandra's face.

"Think of it as my gift to you for being so good just now." He laughs to himself as he leans down and kisses her pussy. "Of course, it's also my gift to me."

Alexandra's arms fall back and she leans her weight on her hands as her head tilts back and she moans. Jamison licks along her sex fold several times before taking her left labia in his mouth and sucking on it. Then he lightly bites it. He releases her lip and moves to the other. He sucks it for a minute and then bites down lightly and pulls on her lip before letting go of her. This time she cries out as he lightly nips her sensitive tissue.

"Oh Christ!" Her breathing is coming in rapid panting bursts.

Jamison lifts her thighs higher tilting her pelvis up and giving him a better view and easier access to her sex. He leans in and inserts his tongue between her folds and starts to lap at her juices. He flattens his tongue and licks her firmly from back to front several times as she starts to buck her pelvis forward increasing contact and pressure with his face and tongue. Then he inserts the tip of his tongue into her vagina and quickly makes circular motions as his tongue darts in and out of her opening.

"Fuck Jamison, please, I can't..." Her breathing is rapid and she continues to arch her pelvis and back as she tries to squirm back away from the intense stimulation to her sex.

"No Love, no pulling away." He says as he anchors her hips with his hands and holds her firmly to him.

"Don't worry little one, I won't be ignoring you." He laughs as he sees her clit peek out from beneath its hood. He places his mouth over the beautiful and most sensitive pink tissue and begins to suck hard. 

In a rapid pulsing movement, he sucks and releases her clit until she is screaming at him and her hips are bucking wildly. She reaches forward with one hand in an attempt to pull him away from her sensitive sex tissue, but his attention to detail is unwavering and he doesn't miss a beat. 

He continues to suckle her clit and quickly adds his fingers back into her vagina. Now, he sucks on her as he thrusts his two fingers in and out of her at a rapid counter measure to his tongue and mouth on her clit.

He can feel the spasm of her sex on his face and fingers but he is undeterred. After a few minutes of his exquisite torture of her sex, Alexandra can take no more and she falls into the bright light and releases her orgasm. Her body shakes as she falls from the heights he has taken her to. Her arms and legs tighten and straighten. Her back arches and her pelvis shudders as waves of pleasure ripple through her body. Her sex is flooded with warmth and sex juices. 

Jamison pulls back to watch as her body responds to his love making and to her orgasm.

Fuck, I thought she looked beautiful before, but that was nothing compared to how fucking sexy she looks as she comes. She looks absolutely perfect. All pink and sweaty, with a sheen of perspiration coating her smooth skin. Her chest rising and falling so rapidly with her breathing. Her nipples dark and firm. Her breasts rippling as her body spasms. Her abdominal muscles twitching. And her beautiful pussy looking so swollen and wet, crying out to be taken again. Fuck, my Love, my sub is beautiful in her afterglow.

As Alexandra's orgasm ends, her body starts to quieten and she lays back on the bed, loose and relaxed. Her eyes are closed but she is nowhere near a sleep state. Jamison removes her legs from his shoulders and kneels up so he has the full view of Alexandra as she calms from her orgasm. 

Softly he lays his hands on her hip bones and slowly massages up her body. His hands are flat and his fingers spread over the expanse of her abdomen and waist as he moves up and down her body. He never breaks contact with her skin as his hands glide from her knees, up and over her thighs, pelvis, abdomen, and breasts, massaging her shoulders and then returning down her body to her knees. He repeats this movement a dozen times before he checks with her.

"Alexandra Love, are you ok?" His voice is soft and smooth, but still holds the tone that requires an answer.

"Yes, very ok, thank you."

"Good Love, because we are far from done here." He smiles at her as she opens her eyes and looks at him with surprise on her face. 

"Love, I promised you a good fucking. I plan on keeping my promise."

"Oh Christ!" She exclaims as she takes a deep breath and stretches out her body.

"Keep stretching like that Love and it just entices me to move along faster." He teases her. "For now, you have a few moments to recover while I undress."

Alexandra opens her eyes and leans up on her elbows and forearms to get a better view. She remembers how sexy Jamison was the first time she saw him undress and no matter how exhausted her body is right now, this is one show she refuses to miss.

I swear I'm already obsessed with Jamison's naked form. I think I fell in love with his body the first time I saw him undress. Watching him strip that first night was like watching a sculpture be unveiled. He truly is a beautiful man. Lean and tight, not too muscular, but just perfectly proportioned. His chest is wide. His abdomen is firm without too many muscles. The V of his pelvic muscles as they dip down to his cock make me want to trace them with my tongue.

She straightens her back a little so she has a better view of Jamison as he undresses.

Oh God, his cock. I know he doesn't like the word beautiful, but his cock is beautiful. Finally, I will get to feel it inside of me. Oh Christ! I hope I can handle this, handle him. Pffffttt! What am I saying? I'm not going to be allowed to "handle" him at all! Jamison is "in charge" Alexandra, don't forget that he is "in charge!" 

As she completes her thoughts, she concentrates on Jamison's moves once again. He knows she is watching him as he turns to move to the chair. He sits down and takes off his shoes and socks. Knowing full well she is staring at him he avoids looking at her. When he stands, he turns his back to her and starts to unbutton his shirt. He laughs as he hears a disappointed sigh come from her.

He stops undressing. Jamison turns and looks at her. His smile is teasing, his eyes are darkened, and his words are playful as he mocks her. 

"What's wrong Love? You sound almost disappointed." 

He is amused by the look of dismay on her face. She truly looks like someone just stole her puppy. "Well Love, what is it?"

She bites her cheek, wondering if it's ok for her to tell him. Then she remembers him telling her it was ok for her to speak and say whatever she wanted to.




Learning the Rules Ch. 08



"I want to watch you undress. I like to watch as you strip." She licks her tongue across her lips. "I love your body Jamison. I think I may have fallen in love with your body the first time I saw you naked. I know you don't particularly care for the word, but you are a beautiful man Jamison. With or without clothing you have a beautiful body."

"Thank you, Love. I appreciate you saying that. I still wish you would use sexy or handsome, or even masculine, but if you like beautiful, I will learn to like it too."

That said he walks over to the bed and stands directly in front of Alexandra. He reaches out his hands to her and she grasps them, not knowing what he plans on doing. He pulls her to a sitting position and then lifts her until she is standing in front of him.

"Since you love my 'beautiful body' so much Love, maybe you would like to undress me." His brow goes up as if there is any real question in what her answer will be.

"Oh God, yes!" She sucks in her bottom lip as she reaches for his shirt buttons and starts to undo them.

"Such enthusiasm. I can't tell you how that affects me. I love that you are so willing to be accommodating." He smiles down at her as he takes first one hand and then the other, bringing them to his mouth and kissing each one in turn. "I hope you will always be so."

"I can only promise to do my best Jamison. I've already told you I'm ready, willing, and able." She returns his smile and returns to his shirt buttons as she sees him fighting to hold back his laugh.

"We shall see Love, we shall see." His brow is up and his smile is full of the perfect combination of mischief and promise.

Alexandra has all of his buttons undone. She takes each of his hands, one at a time, and removes the cufflinks from his shirt sleeves. Placing them on the bedside table, she returns to remove his shirt. Her hands enter at the base of his shirt and she glides her hands up his abdomen and over his rib cage. She feels the sudden intake of air in Jamison's chest as her hands move over his skin. When she reaches his collar bones, her thumbs trace along them until she maneuvers his shirt down his arms and it falls to the floor.

Her hands then go to the button of his jeans. She bites her bottom lip as she unbuttons his jeans and then pulls his zipper down. Placing her hand over his manhood she firmly glides her hand up to the waist of his jeans before she looks up at him. His eyes are black with lust and she knows she has just stroked the lion. Their gaze locks for a few seconds before she returns to her task.

She slides her hands in the waistband of his jeans and pushes them down over his hips and ass. She continues to smooth her hands down the outside of his thighs, knees, and calves as she pushes the jeans down and off his feet. Jamison stands immobile in front of her waiting and watching her every move. Alexandra picks up his shirt and jeans, folds them, and places them on the chair next to her dress. 

He watches as Alexandra sashays over to the chair and then back to him. Her naked body making movements that would tempt a saint and the one thing he knows for sure is that he is no saint. 

When she returns to him, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her firmly on the mouth. His kiss is demanding and without a second thought, Alexandra separates her lips, giving him access to her mouth. Jamison's tongue enters her mouth and consumes her. He licks along her inner cheeks, feels the uneven skin on her cheek where she continuously bites on it, he skims over her teeth and then slides around her tongue causing her to moan into his mouth. His tongue shoots back as far as he can reach until he curls the tip to glide over the roof of her mouth. She sucks on his tongue as he tries to pull it back. She sucks it like a lollipop until she feels his hands grasp her ass tightly and squeeze.

Alexandra releases the hold on his tongue, but Jamison doesn't release his hold on her ass. His fingers are pressing into her ass muscles and his teeth bite lightly into her bottom lip. The two somewhat painful stimuli have her body arching into an S shape. 

She pulls her head back trying to free her lip from his bite and her pelvis is arched forward trying to remove her ass from his grip. Neither movement is working in Alexandra's favor. However, Jamison is quite enjoying her distressed movements. He releases his bite and laughs at her frustration.

"You want to play? You want to tease by strutting your naked body in front of me? I'm willing to play."

He looks over her body as he makes his decision and takes one last handful of ass and gives it a squeeze.

"I think ten spanks with my bare hand on your lovely bare ass will be sufficient for your tantalizing strut you just performed to torture me."

He sits on the bed and quickly pulls her over his lap and starts to lightly spank her, building a little in intensity until he reaches ten. They are teasing spanks and just hard enough to warm her ass and lightly pinking her skin color. He laughs as she tries in vain to squirm from his grasp.

"You just have to remember who you are playing with and that every action has its own consequence. You should also remember Alexandra that I am a 'Master at Play' Love. I am a true artist in the most original sense of the term. You will see my talent as we continue to play together and learn each other, but we have time. We will build up to the true level of art we will share together. A true D/s bond."

He flips her over and lifts her face toward him, kissing her hard and fast at the same time he rubs her spanked ass teasingly. The combination of his words, his threats, his promises all mixed with his kiss and the feel of his hands on her ass, his spanks and now his hands on her ass, has her nerves on edge. She feels the wetness between her legs as the tension builds in her sex and abdomen again.

He breaks the kiss and stops playing with her bottom.

"Up on the bed." He commands.

Alexandra follows his directive.

"Sit at the edge like earlier." He stands next to where he wants her to sit.

Jamison moves closer to where Alexandra is sitting. Looking down at her he slides his hand over her cheek and she turns her head into his palm. She places a kiss in his hand and immediately Jamison feels his cock pulsate at her endearment.

"Alexandra, I can't wait to bury my cock inside of you." He says as he strokes his firm cock. "I want you to be ready. I'm not going to take you gently."

She watches as he slowly strokes himself from base to tip.

"I'm going to take you hard, very hard. I want to feel you wrapped around me and know that you feel me inside of you. Feel every inch of me moving in and out of you, but first I want you wet for me. This will not be a soft or gentle ride. This will be a good hard fuck!"

He lifts her legs up until she is bent at her knees and her feet rest at the edge of the bed. He looks into her eyes and watches as the blue color deepens with her arousal. 

Alexandra takes in the site of his erect cock. It's large, reaching straight up and the vein at the underside amazes her at how dark and engorged it is. His head is a deep pink and the skin is pulled so tight it shines. She sees a droplet of pre-cum form on the tip. She swallows and refrains from licking her lips at the sight of him.

He loves the look on her face as he places and rolls the condom down the length of his cock. She can't help but stare at him. She truly thinks his fully aroused cock is beautiful.

Jamison places his hands on her knees and slowly spreads her legs apart. His eyes never leave hers. He slides his hands up and down the insides of her thighs watching her constantly. When he reaches the apex of her thighs, he strokes her labia with his thumbs. He is literally massaging each lip from bottom to the top of her cleft. Then he opens her lips and looks down. He doesn't move or touch her there. He just examines her with his eyes.

Alexandra is watching his intense gaze as he scrutinizes over her sex as if committing her to memory. The look on his face is fierce and determined. Like a lion intently watching his prey before he pounces. Just looking at him like this is driving Alexandra closer to the edge. She wants to tell him to touch her, to take her, to do something, but she can't think clearly and she knows better than to tell him to do anything right at this moment.

Alexandra's legs begin to shake slightly as her muscles tighten. She can feel the juice from her pussy start to spill out onto her lips and leak down the crack of her ass as she becomes more aroused. Her inner leg muscles are flexing and her sex is twitching with the need for stimulation of any kind.

Jamison grasps both her ankles firmly and lifts her legs up and open. He places one leg to the right of his chest and the other to his left. She is basically in a wishbone position as he pulls up on her hips and lifts her ass and pelvis off the bed by several inches.

Never breaking his concentration, he places the length of his shaft on top of her pussy, just resting it between her crevice. Slowly he starts to jut his pelvis forward, rubbing the shaft of his cock along her sex. Then just as slowly, he draws back causing the softest touch of his cock to her pussy as he moves back and forth. He is the maestro, the master; his cock is the bow and her pussy the violin as he plays her slowly into a crescendo.

He is obviously in no hurry to take her. He plans on drawing out her torture as long as possible before he fucks her. He continues the slow tease of his cock on her, back and forth, back and forth, until Alexandra can take no more and cries out to him.

"Jamison, for fucks sake, please!" 

Her breath is short and rapid. The tension on her face is visible. Her face, neck, and chest are blushed. She is covered in a glow of perspiration and desire. Her voice is so needy and wanting, it makes his cock twitch.

"For fucks sake please what Love? Tell me what you want." Jamison's voice is calm and quiet as he asks. He is in complete control of his mind, his body, his response, and his sub.

"Jamison, fuck me!" She cries out the tension in her voice is audible.

"Is that how you ask me for something?" He teases, knowing she is about to crawl out of her skin with need.

"Fuck me please! I'm so ready! Please Jamison!" 

"What's your safe word Love?" He needs to make sure she remembers in case she decides it's too much for her.

"RED! YELLOW! GREEN!" She screams and pushes her pelvis upward to increase any touch she can get. She feels like her body is on fire and she is desperate with the need to be stimulated, to be touched, licked, fucked, anything.

"Good girl." He growls.

Jamison bends over her body, folding her in half. As the words exited his mouth, he replaced them with the nipple of her breast. Sucking hard he draws it into his mouth and keeps a pull-release cycle of suction on her strained little peak of skin. Her hands went to his hair and grasped him, pulling him down on her. He bit her nipple and encircled her wrists with his hands. 

"No." He said and she released the grasps on his hair as he pulled her hands over her head.

Holding both her hands in his left hand, he took his cock in his right and lined up his entry. Then he stood over her as best he could and grasped her hip. With one quick hard thrust, he entered her. Thrusting fully into her until his balls hit her ass. He waited only a second as he heard her cry out, then he started over again.

"Oh God!" Alexandra screamed her voice so raspy she didn't recognize it as hers. "Fuck!" She screamed.

"Hold on Love." Jamison's voice warned as he released her wrists and took both her hips in his grip. His fingers held on so tightly, she knew she would be bruised before they were done.

Jamison pulled back and thrust into her even harder, deeper, than he had before. She tried to pull her body back but he held her in position. Again, he pulled out to the tip of his cock and thrust back in. He impaled her so hard; she felt him hit her cervix and screamed out again.

"Aaaahhh! God, please." She cried between breaths.

He was relentless, in and out, in and out; he plunged into her and didn't stop until he thought she was just about to come. As Alexandra started to scream his name and her hips writhed with each of his thrusts, he stopped just as he pulled back to the tip of his cock. Holding her hips firmly.

"Noooo! Noooo!" She could barely open her eyes to look at him. Her breathing too rapid to speak more than one word. "Why?"

"Shhh. Calm down Love." Jamison was gasping, trying to catch his own breath. "I'm going to fuck you really hard now Alexandra. I want to make sure you can take it. I'm not stopping, just checking in with you. Until I get to know a little better what you can take from me, I have to check in with you. Are you Ok?"

Alexandra nods as she realizes it's one of his SAFETY issues and that he is doing it for her own protection. In one thought she is happy to know he would stop to see if she is ok. In the other thought she wants to scream at his God awful timing. Then she realizes what he said, "I'm going to fuck you really hard now." Fuck, if he wasn't fucking me hard just now, what the hell is he planning on doing?

"Words," he gasps, "I need to hear you use your words." His breathing is labored as he speaks.

"I'm ok. I can take more. I want more. I want you." She gasps between each sentence as she stares into his eyes. 

Seeing his eyes so black, she realizes he is in as much pain waiting as she is and it warms her to know that he wants her as much as she wants him.

"That's all I needed to hear. Now hold on." He spreads her legs wider as he tilts her pelvis upward.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard; you're going to come like never before. Then you're going to ask for more." He smiles down at her face as her mouth falls open.

"Go for it. As hard as you can please." She teases, knowing full well she is getting herself in trouble, but in the back of her mind, she knows it is what he needs to hear from her.

"Oh Love, you really don't know what you're asking for. But you asked and I'm here to please." He says in his most sinister sexy voice.

He fucks into her so hard, her body moves two inches up the mattress. Then he pulls her back down and enters her again, hard and fast. He thrusts into her so hard she pushes herself back only to find his hold on her too tight to allow her to move. After several more harsh thrusts, the pain starts to melt into electrical waves. Her sex lips are swollen and her vaginal walls engorged as they wrap around his cock. The warmth starts to flow from her sex throughout her body.

Jamison's hard thrusts and the friction from his cock rubbing inside her become like lightning strikes causing hot energy to course through her system. The pain starts to blend into something more, something unfamiliar, and something more than pleasure. 

Her body comes alive from the inside as she feels herself melting into what she can only describe as a "liquid form." She feels as if her body is no longer a solid, but much more fluid.

Alexandra loses herself in this feeling. Her sight is blinded by pure white light. The noises of just a few seconds ago are silent. She hears nothing other than her heartbeat and breathing. There is warmth encompassing her body and she feels no need to leave this feeling. She is in a peaceful state where everything feels right. She feels as if she could stay here forever. Minutes pass before she hears sound again.

It isn't until she hears the sound of Jamison's voice that she identifies with anything outside of her own body.

"Alexandra, talk to me. Alexandra! Now!" She can hear the concern in his voice and then she feels him still thrusting into her.

"Fuck Alexandra, say something!" He is trying to get her to speak and still keep rhythm with his fucking of her.

"I'm ok. I'm good." She says as she moans. "Ohhh Jamison."

Alexandra is at the precipice of her climax and ready to come again. Jamison continues to thrust frantically into her and she can see the tightness of every muscle in his face, neck and chest.

"Ready? Ready to come?" His voice is strained not only with desire, but traces of worry.

"Yeeesss. So reeaaddy." She slurs her response.

He bucks into her a few more times as he reaches down and firmly rubs her clit until she releases and her orgasm takes her over the edge. Jamison quickly follows and she can see the tension leave his body as he comes. He remains still for a few seconds as he gathers his strength. Then he withdraws from her, removes and discards the condom before repositioning her on the bed and lying down beside her.

"Alexandra." He gently glides his hand up and down her torso, stopping to play with her breast.

"Yes." 

"Where did you go on me?" His voice is calm but there is a hint of worry and concern in it.

"I don't know exactly, but it was beautiful. Jamison, it was so beautiful." She sighs out her words.

As he watches her face, he can see the calm overtake her as she remembers the feeling of where she was and the experience she had there. He doesn't want to stop her memory, but he wants to know more about it.

"I'm going to want to know exactly what put that look on your face and in your eyes." He whispers to her as he continues to draw circles around her areola and nipple, gently squeezing it between his fingers as it firms and becomes erect.

"I'll tell you. Can I have just a few minutes to recover?" Her eyes are closed and her words are spoken quietly.

"Recover?" Immediately Jamison focuses on the word she chose. "Recover," he laughs gently. "I think we both need to draw breath after that one. You hurt? Vag a little sore?"

Alexandra opens her eyes and rolls toward him. She tucks her body up against his chest she kisses his neck and answers his questions.

"Hurt, no. Sore, hell yes! I've never been fucked so hard before. When I said, 'recover,' I just meant time to 'recover' my wits and my energy. I should have known you would laugh at that word." She wraps her arm around his waist and pulls herself closer to him.

"Not really laugh." He corrects her with a smile on his face as he leans down and kisses her. "I'd say I more chuckled than laughed."

"Ok. I stand corrected. Although I highly doubt I will be standing any time soon." She gives him an admonishing look.

"Don't look at me like that. I remember a certain someone telling me to 'take me, take me hard' or wasn't it you who said you were 'ready, willing and able,' Ms. Newman?" He bites her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Montgomery, I did say that. It's so kind of you to remember at this opportune time." 

She teases him and nips at the skin on his neck.

"Just like I remember you said, you chuckled not laughed." Then she says, a little more quietly, "Although I highly doubt you have ever 'chuckled' a day in your life." 

She laughs and this time she licks around his areola and tickles his nipple with a few flicks of her tongue. 

"It's a lot like you being ruggedly handsome and not beautiful." She laughs softly into his chest as she kisses his wet nipple pulling it into her mouth and sucking it in hard.

"Alexandra, that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble very soon." He moans and laughs at her as he strokes his hand up and down her back and ass. Then playfully slaps her ass just once.

"Is that wishful thinking I hear in your voice Jamison?" She says teasingly.

"Maybe just a little." He teases back. 

He pulls her into him and kisses her head.

"Do you need anything Love?"

"Funny you should ask, I was just wondering where my cannoli got to?" She laughs again as he slaps her once again.

"I think you need to wait a little while before you have any more 'cannoli,' Ms. Newman."




Learning the Rules Ch. 08



"Yes, Mr. Montgomery."

"Rest now Love. We'll talk in the morning." 

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And the learning continues......

Sorry for the delay in posting Chapter Eight. I will try to do better on the next chapter. Thank you for all of you messages and comments.

I hope you are continuing to enjoy Alexandra and Jamison's journey. Please be so kind as to vote and if you have a moment, please leave a comment. I truly enjoy your feedback.

Thank you! Have a Healthy and Happy Holiday Season!

Apple



Learning the Rules Ch. 09



Alexandra has a Play Day 

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A very special and major Thank you, to my good friend "gb" for not only beta reading my story, but for doing an excellent job at editing this chapter for me. He was kind enough to do it at the last minute too. Much thanks, "gb". xo 

As our story resumes, Alexandra and Jamison have been together for a few months. Their relationship has taken on a new level of intimacy and both have enjoyed the journey. Alexandra has learned a lot about Jamison and his lifestyle, now her lifestyle too. In the process she has learned even more about herself. There are things she never realized existed in her; parts of her she never acknowledged. Now, he has shown and taught her to enjoy so much more. The Alexandra that lies beneath her Ivy League education and business woman exterior has come to life, finding her way, and enjoying the discovery of the new Alexandra. The woman that goes to the office every day is not the same woman that comes home to Jamison every night. 

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Part One: Early Morning 

Jamison's phone rings on the bedside table before the sun has even peeked through his bedroom windows. He mumbles something as he starts to wake. Unwrapping himself from Alexandra, he rolls over and reaches for his cell. Recognizing the annoying tune playing on his ring-tone, he looks at the time. In big blue type across the face of his cell he reads 0730. 

"Fuck!" he says, as he answers the call. "This better be good Ashley. This better be a fucking emergency." 

"Good morning to you too, Jamie," Ashley says lightheartedly and continues, "Is Alex with you?" 

"Yes." One word, firmly spoken, no lightheartedness whatsoever is all he utters. 

"Well?" 

"Well what?" His voice is hoarse and dry, a morning voice, but his is much more intense than most. 

"Really?" Ashley asks, and is met with silence on the other end of her call. "Oh for the love of God, may I please speak with Alex?" 

"Why didn't you call her phone?" Now he's irritated with her tone and her early morning call. 

"I did. I called it three times and it kept going to her mail box," she explains, as she exhales in an exasperated manner. 

"Ashley, you called me. You woke me. It's barely seven thirty. Are you really going to sound annoyed with me?" All even toned and calm, but nonetheless, daunting. He adds, "That's probably not your wisest choice right now. Ask Alexandra how that turned out the last time she tried it." 

"I'm sorry I woke you Jamie. You're right." Now, she goes for the soft sell. "I was just worried about Alex and when I couldn't reach her, I thought the next best thing would be to make sure she was with you and not laying somewhere hurt." Ashley does her best to sound contrite and concerned, but she realizes she's talking to Jamison and he's not a man who takes to manipulation. 

He closes his eyes, shaking his head, knowing full well that Ashley is playing him with that line. Too tired to continue talking with her he gives in. 

"I'd like to say, I almost believe you Ashley, but I don't." He laughs in an unamused way. "You must have forgotten who you're talking to. Hold on." 

Jamison rolls back and starts to rub up and down Alexandra's back. She snuggles back against him as he starts to massage his hand over her bare bottom. Kissing her neck, he tries to wake her. 

"Baby, wake up," he whispers in her ear. Lightly biting at her neck, he tells her, "Alexandra, phone, wake up." 

Alexandra is still half asleep as she turns toward him, kisses the base of his neck, then his lips, and smiles. 

"Let me guess," she mumbles sleepily, "it's Ashley." 

"First try baby, you're good." He pulls her back into his arms as she takes the phone. 

"Ashley what is it? God, it's too early to talk. Is anything wrong?" 

Alexandra quickly answers Ashley's questions, trying to rush her off the phone. Jamison is teasing her, playing with her, and she is forced to continue to talk with Ashley. He strokes his hands over the front of her body, lightly caressing her abdomen and then extending his touch all over her. His hand becomes more firm as he starts to massage and squeeze at her breasts. Finally, he focuses on her nipples. 

"Ashley, make this quick." Alex moans out the words. 

"I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I haven't heard from you in a while and I thought I'd check in and see how things are going. Why are you in such a rush?" 

"I'll give you one guess." 

"Jamison?" Ashley sighs. 

Jamison is pinching and releasing her nipple in a timed flow with every word he hears over the phone. When Alex continues the conversation for longer than he is happy with, he gives her one good pinch and holds the pressure to let her know her attention is required elsewhere. 

"Yes. Oh god!" She moans and reaches for his hand. "Everything is fine. I have to go. I'll call you later." 

She hits the 'end call' button as she cries out while Jamison is pinching one nipple and moving in to nibble on the other as he turns her to face him. Encircling her hardened tissue with his lips, he grates his teeth across it and sucks it into his mouth with a vengeance. Alex arches her torso and cries out his name. Immediately, she feels the warmth spread between her legs. Her body is so responsive to him; it amazes her how easily he makes her feel wanton and needy with a simple touch or a few spoken words. 

"Alexandra, I really don't like to be kept waiting," he half growls at her. He snickers down at her, as he reaches across her and opens the drawer to the side table. Pulling out a silver chain with nipple clamps he says, "In fact, I hate it." 

Her eyes widen when she sees the look on his face and identifies the item in his hands. In seconds, her mind starts to wonder, her hands cover her breasts, and she clenches the muscles of her pelvic floor. 

How quickly he can change from one mood to another. Hell, from one personality to another. God, this man amazes me. He is barely awake for fifteen minutes and already his thoughts are on sex and by the look in his eyes, there won't be anything simple about the sex he has in mind. That smile of his is way too sinister to remotely imply 'simple sex;' not to mention those nipple clamps. I can see his wheels turning as he plans what's next. Christ, I'm wet just thinking about where he will take me this time. 

She has come to enjoy her playtime with Jamison. They've shared a lot and she has learned more than she thought possible in a relatively short time. 

"Jamison, you gave me the phone." Alexandra tries to make that sound like an explanation, but immediately realizes how pathetic her response sounds. 

"Like everything else Alexandra, you had the opportunity to refuse it." He licks his lips as he recognizes the nervous habit she has of biting the inside of her cheek. He dangles the silver chain in front of her and smiles. 

"But..." she starts to explain. 

"But nothing baby." 

"Not even a good morning first." Her voice is a little shaky. She wonders, is it morning voice or nervous excitement. She loves the look on his face and the sound of his voice always arouses her, especially what she still refers to as his Dom voice. 

She can't believe that's what she came up with to say. It's the only thing that came to mind. Not the best delay tactic in the world, but she's hoping for a moment's reprieve as she mentally prepares for the nipple clamps he is dangling in front of her. Even she knows it wasn't her most convincing voice or even a decent argument. 

"Alexandra, if that is your best strategy, you really are in trouble." He kisses her forehead, then the tip of her nose. Moving to her right, he kisses first her right eye and cheek, then her left. He holds his mouth over hers, not more than an inch away. He hesitates, teasing her as he moves forward and then pulls away. He tilts his head to the side and lightly kisses the side of her mouth, then the opposite side. He drags the tip of his tongue across the crevice of her lips, and then kisses her upper lip, then her lower. 

Alexandra lifts her head to return his kiss, but he pulls away again. 

"Don't move." 

He looks in her eyes. They're still sleepy, but awake enough for him to see the excitement in them. Anticipation is written all over her face. He loves to tease with her when she is so ready and wanting to play. He hesitates and lightly kisses her lips again. She opens her lips to him and he shakes his head. 

"I told you not to move." He bites the tip of her nose in a playful manner before taking possession of her mouth. "I would think by now, you would know to follow simple directions. I'm going to have to do something about that." 

His kiss is hot, his breath is hot, and his tongue is forceful and searching. His hands roam over her neck and across her shoulders. She can feel the heat from his fingers and palms in contrast to the cold feel of the metal chain as it drags along her skin. Goosebumps begin to form over her flesh as the chill of the metal runs through her surface. It's just enough of a chill to cause her nipples harden. 

The excitement she feels at the thought of him placing the clamps on her brings so many more feelings. She nervous about the initial pain they cause. She excited about the pleasure they will bring to her when he plays with them and teases her by pulling on them. She closes her eyes and pictures his mouth on her, tonguing the clamps and her nipples, until she begs him to stop. She smiles at the memory of the look on his face when she gets to that point. 

He loves for her to whimper and beg. He's in his glory when she pleads with him. It doesn't matter if she pleads to stop or pleads for more. He loves knowing she wants him, she needs him. Alexandra has learned some of the ways of her Dom. Although he often surprises her often; there are things about him that she knows are unique to him. Her Dom loves knowing he controls her pain and her pleasure. He controls her body, her response, her orgasm. He enjoys manipulating her body and mastering her response. 

She learned quickly how pleasurable that can be for her. His happiness brings her happiness. He orchestrates and she is the sheet music, he reads her and together they make a composition that is specific to them. Their music is a compilation of the moans and the groans they make; the sounds of slaps and cries, the symphony of leather on skin, of metal clicking together, of skin sliding on skin. It is the music only two people who truly enjoy each other can make. 

Jamison traces his fingers along her clavicles, kissing and exploring her mouth as he continues to explore her body with his touch. He pulls back from the kiss to look into her eyes and she moans at the loss of his tongue and lips on her mouth. 

"Consider that my 'good morning' to you my love. Have I taken care of the formalities well enough for you?" 

He looks and smiles as she takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales, nodding her head as she returns his gaze. Her blue eyes are darkening to a deep, dark sapphire blue as he speaks and continues to caress her. Her pupils are dilating in response to her excitement. 

"Now, that that is taken care of, I plan on continuing with my agenda if you have no further objections Ms. Newman." 

"No objections here, Mr. Montgomery." She smiles nervously and looks down as his hand reaches her breast. 

"Don't worry so much love. These are the beginner clamps. They're still covered in soft plastic. They won't have as much bite to them unless I take the plastic tips off." He watches as the blush rushes to her cheeks and slowly covers her neck and chest. Jamison finds her wantingness of new experiences a turn on. He loves watching her blush. He loves her nervousness and the tension in her face before she asks for something. 

"Beginner clamps?" she asks with a twinkle in her eye. 

"Yes, I can adjust the tension to exactly where I want it. To exactly where it meets both of our needs, but if you think you're ready to have the cushion removed and feel the metal..." He hesitates, waiting to judge her response. 

"Oh, umm...I think..." Is Alexandra's only response as she bites her lip and feels the warmth from her face flow throughout the rest of her body. She realizes all too intensely how excited this man makes her feel. The simple sound of his voice, the touch of his hand, the implied sensation of the nipple clamps and she feels the wetness forming. Her excitement builds as she watches the intense look on his face. 

Jamison's hands continue across her chest. He drags his fingers along her sternum and then returns his hand to her breasts. Stroking over the top curves of her globes only to circle under and tickle the smooth skin under her breasts. He watches as her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes. Each breath appears to be coming closer and closer to her previous breath. Her breathing is shallower than it was a minute ago. He tweaks her nipple between his fingers and she makes a squeaking sound. 

"God Alexandra, I love the feel of your skin. It's so smooth and soft, so warm and welcoming. If I could touch you all day long, I would. Today, I just may have to do that. Today, I just may set aside as a play day." He laughs as she moans to his touch and arches her back. "That is if you last that long." 

"I'll give it my best attempt." Is all she can say before she feels the cold chain drag across her chest and Jamison takes hold of her nipple. 

"I think we'll dispense with the coverings today. I feel the need for advancement." He smiles at her and the look of anticipation and desire that covers her face. He brings one set of clamp tips to his mouth and bites down, pulling off the coverings. Showing the soft plastic coated tips between his teeth, he spits them toward the bedside table. He continues the same action on the other clamp coverings until all four metal tips are showing. 

"It's going to hurt some, love. I'm going to place them on and you'll feel not only the pressure, but the bite of the metal. At first it will be like me squeezing you, but then it will get tighter. I'll let you get used to it before I start to tighten them. Then, as usual, I'll slowly tighten them more as we go. Understood?" 

"Yes." The breath escapes from her as she answers. 

She swallows and practically sighs with anticipation. She can't seem to take her eyes off of his hands as he plays with her nipples and brings them to tight, little erect buds of flesh. She feels the wetness flood her pussy in anticipation of what he is about to do. She enjoys every little thing he does to make things new and pleasurable for her. 

Alexandra amazes him in her eagerness to feel the sensations, the stimulations, and the feelings of pleasure and pain he has introduced to her over the past weeks. Every time he pushes her, she meets his challenge. Not once has she refused him. He was careful to bring her along slowly and carefully at first. But the last few weeks, he's pushed her a little more each time and she has welcomed the challenges and flourished. 

Jamison pinches her right nipple between his finger and thumb and flicks her left with his forefinger bringing it to attention. Alexandra yelps at the harsh flick of his finger on her sensitive nipple. He ignores the evil eye she gives him, returns one of his own, and continues as she casts her eyelids down some. Stroking his thumbs back and forth over her nipples as they become more erect, he draws her gaze back to him. He can feel her breasts heave up and down with each breath she takes. He looks into her eyes as he whispers her name. When her attention is diverted from his hands to his face, he presses the wings of the clamps together and expertly places them both at the same exact time. She lets out a cry as he releases the wings, but it is captured as Jamison covers her mouth with his. Slowly she absorbs the pressure and bite into the soft flesh of her nipples. 

"Shit! Jamison," she whispers when their kiss ends. 

His hands quickly begin to massage her breast tissue, firmly squeezing it into his palms as he strokes up from base to nipple as a distraction to the initial pain. Her head falls back, her neck veins are distended, her shoulders dig back into the pillow, and her back arches as he torments her with the pleasure of his touch and the tight pain of the clamps. 

"Breathe Alexandra, take in the pain and breathe through it. This is a sample of what's to come. You need to accept it and breathe through it love." 

His voice is deep and the lust can be heard at the edge of his words. Watching her body arch like this is like watching an offering being presented in front of him. He wants her now, but he wants her to fully absorb some of the pleasures he plans on offering today. He's made up his mind; today will be a play day. Jamison has his mind fixed on one goal and one goal only. In order to get what he wants he will have to challenge her some. At some point, as they spend the day together, he will have her say it. He's waited long enough. He needs her to say it. 

"Take a slow deep breath love. Don't focus on the pain. Look beyond it and focus on the pleasure." He tightens the turn screws one turn and she moans. "You can do this Alexandra, you're fine." 

Leaning down, he kisses the dark red nipples held between the clamp wings. The sensation and pressure from his kiss adds to the intensity of feelings rushing through her body from her nipples to every nerve ending in her body. As she moans at the touch of Jamison's lips, he flicks his tongue across her sensitive buds and again she cries out. 

"Jamison please," her voice is forced and breathy, "They're on fire already." 

He starts to kiss down the center of her abdomen, little butterfly kisses, until he reaches her belly button. Slowly, he draws circles around it with the tip of his tongue. As Alexandra begins to adjust to the pressure on her nipples and the burning becomes more of a numb feeling, she starts to calm and her hands and fingers run through Jamison's hair. Without warning, he slides his hand up her rib cage and over the center of her chest. Once he reaches his destination, he gives a slight tug on the chain connecting the two clamps and waits for her response. 

"Aaahh!" she cries out, then pulls his hair as she hears a little laugh escape him. 

"No hair pulling Alexandra." He lightly slaps her hands resting in his hair, as he teases her. Yet his voice leaves no room for argument. "Only bad girls pull hair. Are you a bad girl?" 

His voice is teasing, sexy, and taunting all at the same time. It sets off a chain reaction in Alexandra. She is clenching her pelvic muscle tight, trying to concentrate on anything other than the sensations shooting from her breasts to between her legs. She tries to think of something that will give her some form of relief from the feelings he is initiating in her. She looks at him with fire in her eyes and flaming words ready to jump off her tongue. Just as she is set to lash out at his torment, his laughter, and his verbal teasing, she notices the changes that come over his face and his entire demeanor. Realizing that is exactly what he wants her to do, what he is challenging her to do, she reins in her words and changes her plan. 

"No, I'm good," she whispers, still hearing how foreign her voice sounds to her when she enters sub mode. "I'm sorry I pulled your hair. I got carried away." 

He smiles. "You haven't come close to being 'carried away' baby. I have plans for you, for us. I'll show you what 'carried away' really looks like a little later." 

Centering every bit of control she has, she focuses herself. She removes her hands from his hair and strokes them down his cheeks. 

"I'll be good, I promise." Barely able to get the words out between her heaving breaths, she bites her cheek to prevent herself from saying more. She gives him her most contrite smile, but the glimmer in her eyes gives her away. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 09



"I'll bet," he says, not too convinced she can keep that promise. He turns his face into her hand and kisses her palm. "I'd like to play today, all day, and see how good you can be." 

He stares into her eyes, as he licks his lips. He kisses her chest and turns the screws one full turn, causing the clamps to tighten more. Her nipples are a deep red and the tissue below is pulled tight. He barely touches her nipples with his fingertips and she bites her lip and holds back a cry. Her head and neck arch back and he kisses along her neck until he reaches the soft tissue where her neck and shoulder meet. Lightly he nips at her, then he holds the tissue between his teeth, he increases the pressure of his bite and gently pulls on the nipple chain. 

"F...u...c...k!" she moans loudly. 

The look on her face is exquisite. The lust in her voice and fire in her eyes has his cock twitching. The bite distracted her before the pain from her nipples hit her brain's pain receptors. Today will be fun. Today he wants to play and play a little harder than normal. 

His eyes darken from brown to black as she piques his desire to push her closer to the edge, closer to extending her limits. He smiles and returns his mouth to her abdomen. Kissing the wet ring he left around her belly button, he traces it with his tongue once again. He can feel the quiver of her abdominal muscles as his tongue enters her belly button and teases her. His fingers trace over her lower abdomen and caress outward to her hip bone. Using the lightest of touch and only the tips of his fingers, he glides them along her hip, down her groin and over her mound. His mouth joins his hand on her mound and he begins with his butterfly kisses again. 

This time he holds the kiss longer and sucks little amounts of flesh into his mouth and bites softly on her skin. Then he decides to leave his mark on her. Remembering the last time he left her with love bites, he decides to play this one a little safer. Wanting to avoid any problems this time around, he warns her of his intent. 

"Love, I want to leave my mark on you." He continues to kiss her and suck along the fatty tissue over her pubic area. He waits a few seconds for her response. When she lifts her pelvis up to meet his next kiss, he smiles, taking that as a sign that all is clear and she is a willing participant this time around. "Good baby." 

He centers his mouth over her mound and sucks on her. He pulls her between his lips and then holds her with his teeth as he licks the surface of her skin. Releasing the bite, he sucks her back into his mouth and continues to suck hard as she pushes forward with her hips. Slowly, his fingers continue to trace the path they started along her groin until they reach the apex of her sex. His fingers initiate a downward path between her legs. He releases his mouth from her tissue and notes the reddish purple mark already forming. He can't help himself; he enjoys knowing his mark is on her. He kisses the darkened area before he looks up toward her. 

Watching her face and her body respond to his touch is giving Jamison a painfully hard erection. He slides his body over hers rubbing his cock along the front of her legs. He positions himself on top of her lower half and slides his fingers along her labia as she repositions herself for comfort under his weight. His head is level with her sex. His eyes vacillate between watching her pussy reaction to his touch and observing her body's sensuous response to him. No matter in which direction he chooses to look, his cock visibly pulsates. 

"Open to me," he commands. 

Three little words and her legs spread to him. He smiles at her immediate response and remembers only weeks ago, she would have hesitated. He's happy at the thought that they are making progress. He rewards her and adds a little pressure to his fingers and they easily slid into her. Her pussy is wet and he glides between her folds like soft butter over fresh baked bread. That's how she feels to him, soft, warm, and inviting. She's warm, silky, and fucking perfect as far as he's concerned. 

He breathes in her aroused scent and his need for her deepens. Licking his lips he slides his mouth over her womanhood and begins to make love to her with his mouth. Something between a purr and a moan escapes from her lips and he laughs as he licks along her inner folds. He enjoys tasting the sweet nectar of her sex that is pure Alexandra. 

He continues his tongue's path from back to front, avoiding her clit. He keeps his tongue mere millimeters from her most sensitive tissue. He knows how to tease her, how to make her squirm. When she tries to move her body down, Jamison pulls back and denies her his touch completely. He reaches up and gives a tug on the nipple chain. Her entire body arches off the bed and she moans out that one word she only says during their play time. 

"F...u...c...k!" Her head rolls from one side to the other as she reaches for her breasts. 

"Don't," he commands. His voice is strong and deep. 

She moans and her body quivers. 

"Do not touch yourself." He grasps her wrists and brings her arms down to her sides. "Not without my permission." 

When she stills, Jamison continues to massage his fingers over her labia. He can feel the heat building between her legs. Moisture is seeping from her sex. His fingers are getting wet and he can smell her scent reaching up to him. She bucks once to his touch and he withdraws his fingers again. He reaches up and this time, he tightens the screws only a half turn. 

"Oh god!" she cries, as she turns her head into the pillow. 

He moves from her and leaves the bed. He goes to the cabinet that holds his toys and removes a few items before returning to the bed. 

"Give me your hands." He watches as Alexandra opens her eyes and looks at him with those deep blue pools of hers. He reads every thought she has in them and every need she feels. 

He's sitting right next to her now and her first thought isn't 'What's he going to do?' It's 'Why isn't he between my legs finishing what he started?' 

The thought is a shock, even to her, as it passes through her mind. She smiles both at the idea that she is not at all afraid or hesitant about what he plans, but that she is excited to find out just what it is. Two words come to her mind. The first is 'progress.' The second is 'trust.' As she repeats the word trust in her mind she realizes that she truly trusts him. She has no feeling of reservation in her mind, body, or heart. She trusts him. The idea hits her like a wave and a tear flows down her cheek. 

Alexandra extends her hands toward Jamison. He sees the tear slide down her cheek and takes her hands in his. He wipes the tear away with his thumb and licks the wetness with his tongue. 

"What's the cause of the tear Alexandra?" His face is calm, but there is concern in his voice. He can't imagine why she would be tearful. Things are going too well. He's concerned and won't proceed any further until she explains. She looks at him with a smile that reaches her eyes, yet a second tear begins to fall. "What is it love? Tell me." 

"It's going to sound a little crazy." She gives him a look somewhere between worry and surprise. 

"Tell me anyway." He moves closer to her so that he can take her in his arms if he needs to. 

"I'm having some rather funny, if not odd thoughts just now." She smirks at him and shrugs her shoulders. Then she grimaces as the chain moves and pulls on her nipples. 

"Let me take these off before we talk." He looks at her and prepares her for what is about to come. "Alexandra, this is going to be more painful as the blood re-enters your nipples. Are you ready?" 

"Yes, I'm ready." She holds her breath and closes her eyes. 

"No, look at me. I want to see your eyes." 

She looks directly into his eyes. Hers are so dark blue and have a shine to them from her tears. Jamison swears he could live in her eyes if he had to. They are so full of love and trust; it is almost physically painful for him to look into them for too long. 

He pinches the wings together and quickly removes the nipple clamps. Alexandra isn't prepared for the amount of pain that surges through her nipples. It's like they're on fire and frozen at the same time. If she didn't know better, she would say someone just gave her an electrical shock. There's also this painfully pulsating throb at the same time. Quickly Jamison places his mouth over one and gently, but firmly holds the other. He suckles the one until she starts to calm and then he takes the other into his mouth to cool and sooth the inflamed tissue. 

"Are you okay?" He could hear her breathing start to return to normal and her body seems to relax some. 

"Yes." She looks at him as she goes to touch her nipples, then she remembers his last command. "May I?" she asks before touching herself. 

"Yes," he nods, "then I want an explanation for the tear." He wipes the second tear and brushes the hair from her face. 

"It's rather simple. I was overwhelmed by a sudden sense of complete trust and it shocked me. The tears came on their own." 

She hesitates and looks into Jamison's eyes. Squeezing his hands in hers she brings one to her mouth and kisses it. Then she brings the other to her lips and kisses that one. She looks back up into his face and a few more tears fall. They're happy tears and they slowly cascade down her cheek. She goes to finish her thought, but her voice catches and she can't get the words out as more tears begin to fall. Now they're coming a little faster. 

"What is it?" he asks, "What's the thought that's causing these tears?" 

Jamison removes his hands from hers and wipes all the tears from her face. He kisses both cheeks as he waits for her to answer him. He looks closely at her, realizing how much she has changed his life. He knows that she has brought him back to the man he once was; she has brought warmth and love back into his heart. For a second or two he debates what to do; what to say to her. 

It's difficult being a Dom, at least, it's difficult to be a good Dom. He cares for her deeply, both as the woman he initially fell for and the sub he loves dearly. The responsibilities never end. It takes him a minute to clear his thoughts and to fight the urge to kiss her and never stop kissing her. He pushes that urge down and returns to the here and now. Now, he's in Dom mode. 

"Tell me Alexandra. Tell me what causes your tears." 

"I realize, I'm not questioning you, or us, or this. I'm not worried, or fearful, or hesitant to do what you ask because I realize, I trust you. I don't need to be concerned because I know you will be concerned enough for the both of us and well, I finally know that I do trust you." 

She bites her cheek as she finishes her confession and waits to see how her words land with Jamison. When he pulls her into his arms and holds her tight, she realizes they landed just fine. He strokes her hair and then rubs his hand up and down her back. Her tears stop and she tucks her face into his neck and begins to kiss him. She kisses up the side of his cheek and then kisses his ear. She whispers to him and he holds her tighter than she thought possible. 

"I trust you Jamison. I do," she whispers. 

"Do you trust me enough love? Enough to say it?" he questions her. 

She kisses his ear and wraps her arms around him as he holds her in his and rocks her. He is met with complete silence from Alexandra. She gives no answer whatsoever and he's not sure he expected one. He hoped, did not expected. 

He kisses the top of her head as he thinks, 'Soon enough. She's ready, she doesn't know it or she won't admit it, but she's ready. We have all day. I have all day to work with her on it. Hell, I have all night.' 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

They sit in silence for several minutes before Alexandra tries to move from his embrace. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Jamison asks. 

"Can we talk?" Her voice is a little quiet, but she is herself again. 

The office Alexandra that likes order and control in her life is present again. She still hasn't come to realize that she can have it all without controlling it all. In fact, she can have more control and order, without being the one taking the lead on everything. Jamison nods yes as he tosses a pillow behind him and positions his back against the headboard, sitting up to look at her. 

He daydreams for a second as she moves to get comfortable. 'God, she is beautiful. She doesn't even know just how beautiful she is and how much she is adored. The last few months have been the best months I've experienced in a long time and it's all because of her.' 

He watches every move she makes. Watching her move is one of the most fascinating things for him, especially when she is naked. Her hair falls forward over her shoulders and partially covers her face as she moves onto her hands and knees to crawl up toward the top of the bed. She blows a stray piece of hair from her face. He smiles at her childlike movements, but she is as sexy as hell as she moves. 

Her breasts jiggle ever so slightly as she begins to move from one hand to the other. The muscles in her arms and thighs are stretched taut and lean as she crawls. She flips herself around to sit on her bare bottom and faces him. When she turns to sit, all he can think of is how much he wants to bury himself in that ass. That will have to wait. He's promised to talk and so they will. He looks at her face and still she has no idea how fucking sexy she is in this moment. 

He reaches over and pushes more stray hairs behind her ear. He's smiling at her, but it's a very meaningful smile and Alexandra knows the meaning. She knows it all too well. 

She sees the heat in his eyes. The midnight black of his dark eyes. She notes the slight flaring of his nostrils and the tightness in his jaw. She realizes she only has a short period of time to maintain his attention away from her body and on the topic at hand. The thoughts start to organize themselves in her head. The words are arranged quickly, in an order to present them in the best way possibly. She starts. 

"Jamison, I want you to know how much I have come to love being with you. How much you mean to me." She looks for a response, but he is immobile and patiently waiting for her to continue. "I love what we have together. I love what we share." Still nothing, so she takes a deep breath and continues. 

"You've taught me so much." She smiles and her eyes moisten with new tears forming. "You've taught me more about myself and who I am, who I can be, than even I knew was possible." 

She's getting nervous and maybe a little self-conscious of her nakedness and her pose. She looks down and her hands are automatically pulling the linens over her lap and up across her chest. 

"Don't." He says no more and makes no move to stop her. He rightfully assumes she will follow his directive. 

Alexandra drops the sheet and it falls on her lap, still covering her leg and her sex. Jamison raises his brow and barely moves his head to look down and then back into her eyes. She has learned to read her Dom well over the last few months. He doesn't require words at this moment. His look is enough to convey his wish. Alexandra reaches down and brushes the soft cotton sheet back from her lap. Completely naked to his view, he nods for her to continue. 

"What is it you're trying to say here Alexandra?" He gives her a playful smile and a quick wink. "You might want to say it fast love. I can only be so patient." 

She sighs loudly. The moment is broken and the words, for some reason, don't seem as important now. Jamison has thrown her off her game. She shakes her head. 

"It doesn't seem as important now. I want you to know... No, I need you to know that what we have is very important to me and that I trust you. That's all." 

"That's a lot love," he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. 

He takes her face in his hands and holds her face, bringing her closer to him. His kiss starts off slow, warm, and loving, but it quickly becomes hungry as he deeply penetrates her mouth with his tongue. He slides his hand to the back of her neck and pulls her tightly against him. Twisting his hand in the base of her hair he holds her head immobile. 

"No more talk." He looks at her. "Today is a Play Day. Are you prepared to play?" 

His voice is deep and hungry. She can see the need in his stare and the want in his voice. He gets so demanding and yet always has an edge of teasing in his voice when he wants to play. The day has barely started and she already knows it will be full of creative and fun play. 

"Yes, I'm ready." She returns his stare with one of her own. "Are you?" 

He laughs loud and hard. "Yes love, I'm ready." He kisses her again. "You never cease to amaze me; you know that don't you?" He looks into her eyes. 

"I hope to continue to amaze you." She winks. 

"I think you will Ms. Newman, I think you will." 

"Good. Then let the games begin Mr. Montgomery." 

"Are you tossing a challenge Alexandra?" He smiles and he raises his brow in dare. "Before you answer, you may want to remember just how much I enjoy a good challenge." 

"I think I've done rather well in meeting your challenges." 

Her bravado, is more notable then she intended. 

"Yes you have love, you have." He tilts his head and nods. "Let's push the limits a little shall we?" 

Alexandra hesitates for barely a few seconds however, Jamison immediately picks up on her delay in response. 

"Thinking you may have bitten off more than you can chew Ms. Newman?" He mocks her. 

"No. I stand by my words Mr. Montgomery. I still say, 'Let the games begin'." 

"Ok then." He turns to the side table and picks up his cell. "Mrs. Miller, please have the library readied for me." 

He's silent as he listens to his housekeeper's response. 

"I'd like it available within thirty minutes please. I'll set out what I need. Have the furniture arranged for me and that will be all I need." 

He listens again to her response. "Yes, have plenty of water and some fresh fruit available. Thank you." 

"What was that all about?" Alexandra looks at him questioningly. "I thought we were going to play." 

"We are." He winks. "It's only a change of venue. If you want to be challenged, I know just what to do. 

His face is full of devilish pride and a little menace. 

"I'll bet you do Mr. Montgomery." 

"Now, what about those limits?" His voice is part tease, part challenge, but his eyes are very serious. 

Alexandra's body trembles ever so slightly at the sound of his voice. She knows he means business even as he tries to sound light. There is no mistaking that look of intent in his eyes. It's very similar to the look he gets when negotiating a business contract. Her concern is, this look is much more serious, much more determined, much more focused on getting what he wants. 

She takes a deep breath, holds it, and then slowly exhales as she looks into his focused glare. "Push away Mr. Montgomery, push away." 

His smile widens and Jamison nods his approval. "In thirty minutes or so, I'm going to remind you, you said that love. Then I am going to push those limits." 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Part Two: The Library 

Thirty minutes later, Jamison is escorting Alexandra downstairs to the library. They took a quick shower and dressed casually. 

He opened the library doors took a quick glance around the room. Everything was in place. He smiled as he reached for Alexandra's hand. 

"Ready love?" He almost looked amused when she bit the inside of her cheek. 

"As ready as I will ever be." 

They entered the library and she was in shock at how different things looked. The desk, no longer existed as a desk. The storage table was turned over and was now a bench of some sort. The leather couch was covered in a thick cottony throw with a few pillows on each side. However, it was Jamison's desk, or what was his desk, that held her attention. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 09



Reflexively, she squeezed his hand as she looked around the room. He watched her and the look of fascination that was clearly on her face. Her eyes were wide with surprise and she kept licking her lips with nervous energy. He could feel the perspiration start in the palm of her hand and he smiled at the thought of her being a combination of nervous and excited. 

"What are you thinking?" He looked closely as she answered. 

"I don't know what to think." She shook her head before continuing her response, "Nothing looks the same. I had no idea." 

"I wasn't sure what you originally thought when you pointed out the similarity in my desk and the master bedroom furniture." He thought she knew something was different about his desk. She had commented on it the very first day he brought her to his house. In fact, she recognized the same design in his bed and made comment on that too. 

"Well, I knew the desk and the bed were designed in a similar manner, but I figured it was more to do with style than..." she hesitated, "than function." 

"Go ahead. Look around. I'm almost positive you have questions you'd like to ask." He laughed, knowing Alexandra always had questions. He teased her about it often but he loved her inquisitive and curious mind. He loved her intelligence. He loved everything about her and he wanted her comfortable in her surroundings. Just not so comfortable that it would lose the effect of surprise on her. He laughed at his thoughts; by the look on her face, this surprise would last a while. 

Alexandra was standing near the base of his desk. The large, heavy wooden desk top had been lifted open. It now rested on its narrow end. It stood at least six feet in height. The heavy wooden cross base that was originally a structural support had been lifted and tilted at a slight angle. It now held the desktop in place. It was a one-of-a-kind Saint Andrews Cross. A one-of-a-kind piece, because Jamison had designed it himself. It would be too easy to buy one in existence; no, he had to have one of his own designs. Like several pieces of his furniture, his desk functioned as a piece of BDSM equipment. 

She marveled at the ingenuity he put into everything he did. He was an artist at heart, but he would never admit to it. He loved designing things. He was detailed in everything he did, from the scenes he designed, to the furniture he designed; to the construction projects his company designed. Everything had Jamison's artistic touch. 

Most people saw it as a control issue with him, and it was, but she saw it for everything else it was also. It was his life, his control, his art, his design, his pleasure, and yes, her pleasure too. There wasn't anything he did that didn't eventually end in her pleasure. 

Even the times when he teased and tortured her to the edge; when he refused her, her orgasm, it was pleasure. She realized it was a painful pleasure, a disturbing pleasure, at times a most annoying pleasure, but the denial itself was part of the pleasure. Once she learned that, she enjoyed it even more. Then she was even able to enjoy the build-up and foreplay more; knowing what it would eventually lead to, was in itself a pleasure. 

He enjoyed taking her to the brink, having her reach that place just before orgasm and then not allowing her to complete the journey. She shook her head at the memory of the first time he teased and played with her in that way. She was so angry with him, until he talked to her about it afterward. She realized how much more the tension and frustration added to the experience. How much better and more intense her responses and her orgasms were. 

That was what she found pleasure in now. Since meeting Jamison, her life had changed drastically, but there wasn't one thing she would change back. Not one. 

If anything, she longed for more. She had become a willing student. She absorbed every lesson he taught her. She learned the rules and now she was learning so much more. She was learning more about him, more about herself, more about all of the things she used to think were out of her reach. Jamison changed that for her. He brought everything within reach. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her and her for him. 

She looked across the library at him as he poured himself a glass of water. He turned and looked back at her catching a glimpse of concern on her face. He smiled, but it was a taunting smile, full of promise and excitement. His eyes glistened with an intensity that she recognized all too well. He was even more in the mood to play, if that was possible, and play hard by the looks of things. 

"Nervous love?" he questioned, as he took a step toward her. 

"Yes, to be truthful, I am a little nervous." She grasped her hands together and held them so tightly together, her fingers turned white. 

"You said earlier that you trust me. Do you still trust me?" he asked quietly, focusing on her eyes. 

"Yes," she whispered back. Looking into his eyes, she couldn't help but trust him. She knew he would never truly hurt her. She also knew, by the looks of things, he was completely serious about 'testing limits' with her. 

"Good. Then listen to the rules for this play session. No talking unless I ask you a question or unless you're in real discomfort from a position or device. Silence on your part unless you feel a safety issue needs to be raised. If you feel numbness or tingling, anything like that you tell me immediately. If you want to use your safe words, you do so and I'll stop. No movement unless I give permission. No delays to follow my commands. Understood?" 

"Yes." 

"Ready to start?" he asked, as he kissed her cheek and winked. 

"Yes." 

"Ok. The rules take effect starting now," he said as he guided her to the other side of the room. 

He took her hand and walked her to the chair in the corner of the library. He sat in the high backed, deep cushioned, green satin chair. It was made of the same black wood as his desk and bed. It had an ornate ring carved in the top center of the headpiece and one on each arm and each leg base. 

He said one word and waited for her to follow his command. 

"Strip." 

Alexandra dressed in jeans and a sweater. She knew they were going to the library and sooner or later her clothes would be off and she would be naked. She placed her hands on the band of her sweater and pulled it over her head. She had a sheer black bra on and matching panties. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her thighs as Jamison watched. 

Once they reached her ankles, she kicked free of them. She took her time neatly folding her jeans and sweater before placing them to the side of the chair. She was purposefully delaying and exaggerating her movements to tease Jamison. 

"Every time you delay or tease love, you will pay for it. One way or another, I will extract every ounce of what I want from you. The delay's you cause will make things sweeter when you finally surrender yourself to me. You add to my pleasure, thank you love." 

She smiled, loving the fact that she knew she was affecting him, even if it was in a small way. She also loved that he knew exactly what her intent was. Even though her back was to him, he knew she was smiling at him. 

"Keep smiling Alexandra, even now I'm planning ways to wipe that smile from your beautiful face and replace it with your moan or a cry. Keep testing me love, I enjoy when you push back and challenge me. It makes things so much more interesting and fun." 

His voice was pure Dom, pure power, and full of pure sexual desire. If you closed your eyes, you could hear the hunter in him, the sound of his growl underneath every word he spoke. The intent and meaning behind every word he uttered. Jamison did not do or say anything without meaning or purpose. 

As she turned to look up at him, she caught a glimpse of something dark in his hand. Immediately, he placed his hand behind his back. 

"The bra and panties too love. I want you naked." He gave her a wicked look of amusement. 

Alexandra reached back and unhooked her bra and tossed it on the small pile of clothes she was forming. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and started to slide them down her legs. She kicked them from her bare feet and with one foot, pushed them toward the rest of her things. 

"Good. Now turn." 

His voice was deep, strong, but quiet and in control as he directed her. He made a hand gesture with his fingers and made a loop to turn around. Alexandra turned as she was directed. Now, her back was toward Jamison and she faced the ornate chair in the corner. 

He stepped closer to her and shook the piece of black satin material from his palm. He held each end in his hands and slowly placed it over her head and held it in front of her face. He could feel the heat from her body as he stepped even closer to her. 

He bent his head down, so that his mouth was right up against the side of her head. He whispered, "I'm going to blindfold you now Alexandra." 

He smiled as he heard the air being exhaled, from her lungs, in an attempt to calm her nerves. He whispered into her ear as he tied the satin blindfold snuggly behind her head. 

"The other senses are so much more heightened when your sight is taken away from you. Don't you agree?" he asked, as he lightly kissed her ear. 

"Yes," was all she whispered. As she felt the warmth of his breath caress the side of her face, her body tremored. 

Jamison closed his eyes for a second and inhaled deeply. He shook his head from side to side. Not so much in disbelief, as much as, in realizing his need to get from her what he so desperately wanted. He slid his fingers along the side of her neck and lightly kissed the pulse point just along the side of her throat. His fingers traced along her right shoulder line. He nibbled her there, as his hand slid forward over the curve of her breast. He ran his fingers across her nipple until it became hard and pebble like. 

She took a deep breath, her nipples still overly sensitive from the clamps, and pushed her chest forward. His touch caused warmth to run through her body and center in her woman's core. Immediately she felt the wetness form between her legs. Her eyes were closed under the silk material, but the flashes of light she saw were directly related to the sensation his touch was causing in her body. 

He brought his body up against hers and the cold soft touch of his shirt against her back caused a shiver over her upper torso. She leaned her head back and it came to rest on his upper chest. He slid his hand over to the opposite breast and pinched her nipple. 

"Ahh...baby," she moaned out the word. 

"Silence!" Jamison ordered. 

Jamison brought his hands back up to her shoulders and added a light pressure, pushing her downward. Once she was down, kneeling in front of him, he carefully positioned her to his liking. She was facing the corner chair. Her long legs bent, sitting on her calves, her hands resting on the floor next to her. 

Jamison took a seat in the chair, facing her naked form. He looked her over and admired her beauty. He enjoyed the simple act of looking at her naked body. The lines, the curves, the variation of skin tone and blush as she became more aware that his eyes were upon her. He sat quietly and watched her body's response to the silence, to the lack of stimuli, to knowing that he was watching her. 

She felt the intensity of his stare and it was having his desired effect on her. She tucked her lips in and bit down, trying to redirect her attention from her throbbing pussy to almost anything else. Being blindfolded, made every other sense more alert, more intense in its purpose and function. The silk blindfold and her inability to see anything, especially him, made her more aware of the strength of his effect on her mind, her body, and her responses. 

Suddenly, the warmth of her body was becoming stronger and she could feel the pink blush coat her face and chest. She knew she couldn't move, but she could feel her body start to tremble again. The sound of her breath was becoming deafening in the quiet of the library. The scent of his cologne was drifting over her and she inhaled deeply. Immediately, she realized her mistake. Having his scent in her nasal passage, only reminded her of how she loved the smell of him when their bodies were entwined. 

She tried to calm her thoughts and her body. She quickly realized how difficult that would be. The cool air of the library touched her skin and draped her in goosebumps. The knowledge and sense of his physical presence in the room was so intense; it was difficult for her to understand the effect it was having on her. The intensity of the feelings she was having were amazing to her. 

Jamison remained in the chair. After a few minutes of watching her try to control herself under his gaze, he started to speak and to direct her. 

"Legs forward please." He waited for her to move into position. 

Alexandra moved her legs from under her to in front of her body. She licked her lips in a nervous habit. 

"Lay back, flat on the carpet." He commanded in a calm quiet voice. 

As she positioned herself flat, Jamison watched every move she made. He relaxed back into the chair, extended his legs in front of him and crossed them at his ankles. His feet were bare and he was dressed in jeans and a white button up dress shirt. He adjusted his body weight in the chair to make himself comfortable. It was obvious, if anyone saw him, that he planned on being there for a while. 

His chair was in the perfect position to view Alexandra in all of her naked glory. His feet were only inches from hers. He sat patiently as he watched her get into the reclined position before he gave his next command. 

"Spread your legs." Nothing else was said, just 'spread you legs'. 

Then he watched and smiled as the red blotches formed over her neck, chest, and abdomen. He could see the light moisture forming between her breasts and over her chest. She squeezed her hands into fists and then released the tension and wiggled her fingers. There was no sign of hesitation before she followed his directive. She spread her legs shoulder width apart. 

"Alexandra," was his response to her poor attempt at carrying out his wish. "Are we back to this?" 

His voice was hard and unforgiving of her behavior. He waited and watched as she spread her legs wider. When he didn't respond to her for another minute, she forced her legs as wide as they would go. 

"Thank you." His voice was firm and hard, but he still had a smile on his face. He loved the fact that she still tried to challenge him. He enjoyed the way she played. He knew she would most likely always have to have some form of hesitation or challenge in her play responses to feel comfortable with the fact that she eventually submitted. However, that wasn't his primary concern. He was fine with it, as long as, he always got what he wanted from her or, at least, got as much as she could give at the time. 

"Bend your knees up." He smiled wider as he saw her hands form fists again. He watched as she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then he added, "Let your knees fall open..." he hesitated, "All the way open." He added the last few words to ensure there was no doubt in his meaning. 

She did as bid. His position allowed him full view of her entire body. With her legs spread, he could see her sex perfectly. He saw her swollen outer lips, her pink inner lips as they peeked from between her labia. He could see the shine of moisture on her small patch of pubic hair, her labia glistened from her excitement, and a light coating of wetness was on her inner thighs. Her scent traveled up to him and he took a deep breath. 

He thought, "God, I loved the smell of her." He could feel the discomfort start as his erection hardened and he came to full arousal. Now he licked his lips and repositioned himself in the chair once again. He reached down and undid the zipper of his jeans. Sliding his hand into his jeans, he moved his erection until it felt less confined before he continued directing Alexandra. 

"Alexandra, I'm going to watch you." He gazed at her naked body before he continued. "Play with your breasts." His voice was lusty, deep, and extremely sexy to her. He took a second before adding, "Take them in your hands and play rough with them. I want you to massage them firmly and squeeze them tightly." 

He watched as she took a deep breath. He could see her abdominal muscles contract involuntarily as a wave of excitement coursed through her. She felt the heat of desire flood through her body and she contracted the muscles of her pelvis in response to the thudding warm ache that immediately occurred after he made his last command. Her inner thigh muscles rippled as his words echoed in her mind and his voice replayed in her ear. 

"Do it now." He took a deep breath as he watched her hands reach up to her breasts. She grasped one breast in each hand and started to massage her breast tissue. She squeezed the soft tissue between her fingers and her palms. He let her continue for a few minutes before adding his next directive. 

"Play with your nipples." 

Alexandra circled her nipples with her fingertips. She teased and fingered her darkening pink nubs. She ran her knuckles back and forth, occasionally crying out in some discomfort when they became more sensitive. Her areola and nipples darkened further. Her nipples began to protrude like little raspberries from her areola. Hard, little berry like nipples jutted from her breasts. She felt the heat increase not only in her breasts, but between her legs. The agonizing warm shocks in her nipples were added to the demanding throbbing pulse between her legs. 

Her pelvis arched off the floor as she pinched her nipples tightly between her fingers and her thumbs. Behind the silk blindfold, she had her eyes clenched tightly, her mouth was dry as she swallowed and called his name, "Jamison." 

He remained silent as he watched her play with her breasts. 

"Jamison?" She called out. Her need dripped from that one word. 

"I'm here." He felt the pulsing of his cock as he looked at the desire flooding through her body. His breaths were now coming faster. He fought back his desire to reach between her legs and sink his figures into her. Instead, he continued to direct her to meet his wishes. 

"Touch your pussy now." 

"Jamison please," she whimpered between breaths. 

"I will not repeat myself." His voice was calm but filled with his authority as her Dom. 

Slowly, her right hand slid down the front of her torso and she reached between her legs. Her fingers started to stroke along her labia. At first her strokes were slow and gentle. As her body responded to her touch, the throbbing between her legs increased in rate and intensity. Alexandra was just about to slide her middle finger between her folds when Jamison stopped her. 

"No," he said, as he slid his hand over the crotch of his pants, trying to calm the aching need of his cock. He closed his eyes and pulled his thoughts back into focus. 

"Please..." she whined through her rasping breaths. "I need to." 

"Not yet." 

He took a second and closed his eyes. Watching her was agony, breathing in her scent was almost impossible for him to deal with. The two together had him sitting at the edge of the chair ready to give her what they both wanted. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts. 

"Stay outside of your sex. Play with your lips and your breasts only." 

Jamison watched as she played with herself for a few more minutes. She moaned, she arched, and she writhed on the rug. Her body cried out in need of more than he was allowing her to have. His discomfort also worsened. He adjusted his erection again as he continued to watch her touch herself. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 09



"Please," she whispered over and over again, "please, please, please." 

Jamison watched as she struggled to obey his commands. She fought to continue to touch herself without actually entering her sex and giving her body the pleasure it so desperately begged for. It was like watching the most erotic scene he'd ever witnessed. Only it was for his private viewing, for his eyes only. It was for his enjoyment only and he was painfully enjoying it. 

"I want something from you Alexandra." He voice was thick with want and desire, but even over his need, she heard his words for what they were...a combination somewhere between a plea and a demand. 

"Do you know what I'm referring to?" he asked still fully in control. 

"Yes," she answered, barely over a whisper between her gasping breaths. 

"Are you ready to give it to me?" He watched her closely. 

Her hands stopped their movement as she thought. 

"Don't stop." he commanded. "Don't stop until I give you permission to do so." 

Jamison got up from the chair and took the few steps it took to reach her. He knelt down next to her and continued to watch. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh and her leg muscles trembled at his touch. He wanted her body so badly, but he wanted something else more. 

He could feel his heartbeat increase, feel the pulse in body bound with every beat, his breathing was almost as fast as Alexandra's. His body was challenging him to hold it together. He refused to let his need for her allow his body to rebel his own command. He wanted her and he knew it, she knew it, but he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure of indulging until he got what he wanted so much more intensely. 

He positioned himself as close to her side as possible. He watched her struggle to follow his wishes. His frustration was elevated, but he was going to tease her until she couldn't bear it any longer. Until she gave him what he wanted. Until she realized she wanted it, she needed it as much as he did, if not more. 

His hand grasped the inner side of her knee. He opened her legs wider by gently pulling back on her knee until he felt the tight resistance of her muscles and tendons. The pose she was in, the look of want and desire on her face, over her body, in the sounds she made, took his breath away. He heard the unmistakable sound of her thoughts fighting within her mind. He could see the mental battle she was waging against herself. He knew her too well. She was debating what to do; what to say. 

"Give it to me Alexandra. You know you want to. You've wanted to for weeks now. Stop arguing with yourself and give it to me." He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and placed his hand over hers. He pushed down on her middle finger and let it pass between her labia. He stroked her slippery folds between his finger and hers. He lightly slid his finger over her clit. Then he tossed a challenge. 

"If you give it to me, you will be allowed to have everything you want. I will give you everything you need." 

Her breath deepened as she began to speak. Then she stopped herself. She continued to explore her body as he requested and knew he was right next to her watching every move she made. His body stiffened in response to her defiance, yet he was so proud of her at the same time. His arousal was becoming physically more painful. 

Alexandra let out a moan as she ran her fingertip over and around her already sore nipple. He watched as she moved her finger to her mouth, licked it, and then sucked on it before moving it back to trace over her nipple again. 

"Fuck," he whispered to himself as he watched her suck her fingers, then touch her breasts. His cock throbbed in his pants. 

She continued to stroke her sex with her other hand, holding his hand in place, as she caressed along her lips and back to her perineum. Her moans grew louder and Jamison's desire grew along with them. 

She pinched and squeezed her breasts with her left hand, as she guided his fingers with her right hand to slip down between her sex folds and seek out the wetness of her hole. 

"Oh fuck, Jamison..." she cried out in the silence of the room. She knew the effect she was having on him. She could feel his hand try to pull from hers as she continued to stroke herself with his fingers. She lifted her hips and pushed his finger inside. He bucked against her tightness as her muscles squeezed his finger in place. The intensity of her play increasing and he knew what she was up to. 

Jamison smiled to himself at the strength and determination of the woman in front of him. He laughed aloud. A deep, long sultry laugh came from him as he added a second finger to her and lightened his touch to inside. Slowly he entered her and even more slowly he withdrew. Each light stroke of his fingers forced her to push down on his hand to get what she wanted from him. 

"Do you still want to play Alexandra?" He teased her with his words and his fingers. "I've told you before that I love to play. I love when you think yourself into a situation you cannot win. Stop thinking baby. You're thinking too much and it's costing you." 

He slowly glided his fingers up the front of her vaginal wall and then withdrew them completely from her. He slid his thumb through her wetness and circled it around her clit. 

"Who decides how we play love?" He taunted her by slowing his thumb movements and then stopping all together. "Tell me now, or pay the price." 

She remained silent, willing her body to stop moving toward his touch. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from answering. 

"I asked you a question." He said as he slapped her sex. 

Her body jumped off the rug as she moaned. 

"You like that, don't you?" he teased. I like to give you what you want. You know that, but I also expect you to answer me when I ask you a question. 

Her body was tense, but it didn't stop her hips from gyrating to feel for his touch. She slid her fingers into her pussy and attempted to pleasure herself with short, fast strokes. She would speed up and stop, then moan noisily. She tried taunting him with her movements and her sounds. 

She was frantic with sexual desire and she was realizing she would do anything to get what she knew only Jamison could give her. 

He watched her for a few more seconds before he reached down and moved her hand away. She cried out in desperation as she realized he was going to wait until she gave him what he wanted, before giving her what she so desperately needed. She listened closely as he spoke to her. 

"You have two choices love. Answer my question and do it properly or be stubborn and deny yourself the ecstasy you are in such need of right now." 

She listened not only to his words, but to his breathing pattern. His panting matched hers. He was breathing in the same rapid pattern she was. He was breathing with her rhythm because that was the only connection with her in that moment. That and the equally desperate need they shared to indulge in each other's body. 

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her body, watched her chest rise and fall. He watched as her hips still raised off the floor and her leg muscles tightened. 

"Tell me what I want to hear and I will give you the fuck of your life. I will give you more of an orgasm than your body can handle." He barely touched his fingers to her pussy and her body arched like a thunder bolt across the summer sky. 

She broke. He barely heard the words come from her mouth. 

"You're in control Sir." She barely whispered. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He licked his lips and leaned close to her face. "Repeat it for me love." 

"You're in control of play, Sir." She forced herself to be a little louder this time. Her body shook as she said it. She kept her fist clenched, as if that would steady her, after she felt the relief of finally saying it. She realized she had come so close, so many times, but now, she couldn't hold back. She needed to say it; he wanted her to say it-she wanted it- as much. Once the word passed her lips, relief flooded her body and her mind. 

The relationship was now complete. She not only recognized Jamison as her Dom, she acknowledged him as her Sir. Her heart felt full, warm, content. Her body felt empty, hot, and anything but content. 

Jamison pulled the silk blindfold from her eyes. He looked at her as she blinked and her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Gently, he rubbed his lips back and forth across hers, lightly kissing her before he took her mouth with full force. His tongue took possession of her mouth and he explored her like he had never kissed or touched her before. 

His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. His tongue was warm and wet, gliding along her tongue. His left hand held the back of head and his fingers grasped a handful of hair and wrapped it around his fingers. He held her head immobile as his mouth devoured hers. His right hand slid over her breast, squeezing her soft flesh, she moaned into his mouth and squeezed more firmly. He flicked his thumb back and forth across her nipple and she arched her chest up to meet his rough touch. 

Their moans mixed and mingled in each other's mouth as his hand caressed over her rib cage, across her lower abdomen, and down between her legs. Alexandra spread her legs to give him better access and his fingers glided through her wet folds, sliding easily into her hole. He pumped his fingers into her, in rhythm with his tongue. 

For a minute, she lost the ability to think clearly. Her breathing and pulse escalated. Her muscles tightened and her body arched to meet his touch. She started to push her pelvis up to meet his touch every time he pulled back from her. As she tightened her vaginal muscles, he felt her practically suck his fingers in deeper. She was even wetter than earlier; he slid in and out of her with ease. 

Jamison pulled his fingers slowly from her and made what resembles an 'ok' sign with his fingers. He broke the kiss and looked at her. Alexandra was maintaining eye contact and just about to ask something when he did it. He took his fingers and flicked them hard directly on her clit. Not once, but three times in rapid succession. She bolted up and cried out. 

He watched as she barely held her body back from the orgasm that was right there. She was on the edge and he knew it. He knew her and her body well. He pulled the ottoman away from the chair and placed in next to them. 

"Bend over it." He pointed to the gold and green satin covered foot stool. 

Alexandra could barely move of her own volition. Jamison pulled on the back of her hair to get her attention. He waited until she looked back at him and then nodded at the stool. He lifted her head off the floor with his hand still holding her hair. His right hand slapped the side of her thigh to maintain her attention. 

Alexandra sat up, pulled herself to her knees and looked back at Jamison. 

"Now, Alexandra." He pointed to the ottoman again. 

She leaned forward and placed her forearms over the surface of the ottoman. 

"Arch. Back down. Ass up." He caressed her lower back as he gently pushed down. He slapped her ass lightly as he repeated, "Ass up." 

Alexandra positioned herself as he directed. 

"Good girl." He smiled to himself at her response. 

He stroked his hand over her bottom. He circled her right buttock, then her left, three or four times before he slapped it hard with the palm of his hand. She jerked with the last two slaps as her skin pinked and his hand print became visible. 

"Don't move from that position. Understand?" His voice was deep and demanding. 

"Yes, Sir." she responded quickly, but her mind was focusing on keeping her body still and in the same pose. Jamison moved to the bookshelf, opened the sliding cabinet door and looked over the toys hanging on the wall. He removed a fluffy black patent leather handled twenty inch flogger with fur and suede tails. He pulled the tails through his fists and sighed. Alexandra's head was turned and she watched his every move. He felt her stare on him. Slowly he moved his body so she could clearly see what he'd chosen. Immediately, her body arched deeper and her ass was held higher in the air. She recognized his favorite flogger and knew immediately from the look in his eye that they were both about to enjoy themselves.

"I see by your reaction, you agree with my choice." He smiled as he turned back to the shelves. 

"Yes Sir," she answered, as she felt her sex spasm tight and her legs begin to quiver. 

Jamison took a second toy from the shelf. Then he opened a lower drawer and removed another item. He walked toward her, but kept the last two items concealed behind his back until he reached the front of the ottoman. He knelt down and lifted Alexandra's chin with the lower portion of the flogger's hilt. He kissed her lips and smiled. 

"Are you ready?" He watched her face closely. 

Alexandra swallowed, licked her lips, and nodded, adding her, "Yes Sir." 

"Before we start, I have a few touches to add." He placed the flogger on the floor behind him, next to the other toy he chose. Then, without a word, he teased her nipples until they were hard and erect. He placed a set of nipple clamps on her and lightly tugged the connecting chain. 

"They should hold nicely, don't you think?" 

He watched as Alexandra closed her eyes and bit down on her lip. Her nipples were still sensitive from their earlier play. She bit back the little cry in the back of her throat and weakly answered his question. 

"Yes Sir, I think they will hold nicely." She felt her wetness leaking from her sex and again, she tried to tighten her pussy walls to keep her need under control. 

"Good girl." He stood and walked behind her. He stuck the second toy in the back pocket of his jeans. Then he asked her again, "Are you ready love?" 

"Yes Sir," she moaned out, preparing for the first touch of the soft flogger on her skin. 

Jamison draped the tails over the top of her shoulder and slowly dragged them down the length of her back and over the curve of her ass. He repeated the same action on the opposite side. He took his time as he caressed her back with the suede tails, making figure eights over her backs surface. Then he quickly lifted the flogger and landed it across the fatty curve of her ass. 

The 'thud' was heard in the quiet room like a book being slammed shut. Then again, 'thud'. In quick succession, he flogged her from left to right six times before he waited to see the reddened lines form. Jamison leaned over her bottom and gently drew his fingers over the red lines. 

Alexandra reflexively tucked her buttocks to move away from his touch. She immediately realized her error. 

"Did you just break a rule?" he questioned her, already knowing she did exactly that. 

"Yes Sir," she whispered. 

"What rule did you break?" he taunted her while he caressed her ass with the palm of his hand. 

"Do not move. Sir," she answered as her legs weakened a little, but she held as still as possible. 

"Breaking rules is not tolerated. Is it Alexandra?" His voice was so smooth, so deep, and so sexy as he continued to tease her with his fingers and the taunt of his words. 

"No Sir." 

"What shall be done in order to ensure this doesn't happen again?" His eyes were practically black and he moved his free hand over the front of his jeans, stroking his now rock hard cock. 

"Additional punishment Sir," she said the words as her whole body began to tremble. 

"Yes, I agree." 

He lifted the flogger and continued to use it across her bottom. Five strokes of the thick soft suede landed on each cheek before they descended down the back of both of her thighs. A total of twenty thuds could have been counted, if anyone was inclined to do so. 

Jamison could take no more. Between the picture of Alexandra's red striped ass and thighs, the sound of her moans and cries, the smell of her sex drifting from between her legs, and the visible wetness coating the insides of her thighs, he needed to be inside of her now. 

He dropped the flogger next to his feet, positioned himself behind her and undid the button and zipper on his jeans. He efficiently slid them over his hips and half-way down his thighs before he grasped her hips, lifted her ass up to him and quickly sank deep inside of her. 

She groaned loudly and held him tightly inside of her as he stood still and enjoyed the feel of her warmth surrounding his hard pulsing cock. His fingers dug into her hips as he slowly pulled back, almost to his tip, and then pushed back in hard and fast. This time, he moaned. 

He kept this slow, hard rhythm for several more thrusts. Then he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you for real now." 

His hands left her hips and slid up her rib cage and forward over her breasts. He pinched her clamped nipples and she cried out at the hot burning pain. Each time he pinched her, she clenched her pussy around him. Finally, he could take no more. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust in and out, hard and fast. 

The quiet of the library was broken by her cries and his groans. The only other sounds were that of him entering her wet hole and then his balls slapping off her perineum. He didn't stop; he thrust in and out of her until he felt his climax about to peak. He reached back and pulled the toy from his pocket. He flipped the switch on the side and the purple vibrator hummed quietly. It was the perfect replica of a cock and it came to life with one flick. The sound added to the symphony playing in the quiet room. 

Jamison held her with his left hand and reached around her with his right. He placed the tip of the vibrator over her clit and held it in place as he continued to fuck her. Alexandra could take no more. Her body pushed back hard to meet each of his thrusts. She cried out as her clit became more and more aware of the stimulation being held to it. 

He slapped her ass with his free hand, causing a heated sting over the red welts left by the flogger. He moved the vibrator in small circles over her clit and he continued to enter her pussy as fast and as hard as her could. 

"I can't...I can't...please..." she cried out to no one directly, but reached back for Jamison's hand. 

"Come baby," he said as he entered her again and again. He moved his hand from her hip and held on to her offered hand. "Come for me." 

"Sir...come...with...me..." She cried out as she squeezed his hand tightly. 

"Yes," Jamison said, as he felt her orgasm all around him and he released his cum into her in warm, thick threads. 

He dropped the vibrator as he held onto her, wrapping his forearm around her waist and holding her lower abdomen. He pulled her body back to meet the last of his thrusts and then gently moved them both to a kneeling position. Her arms gave out and he held her body weight in his arms. Slowly he draped her over the ottoman and lay on top of her. 

Their bodies were coated in a thin layer of perspiration and both of their bodies fought to regain their breathing. The heat between them was comforting to Alexandra's sore muscles, but his weight and the fine hairs on his body were irritating the marks left from the flogging. 

"Are you okay baby?" he whispered over her shoulder as he began to stroke his hands up and down the length of her arms. 

She nodded, "Yes Sir." When his fingers interlaced with hers, she held them tight. "I'm fine Sir." 

Jamison kissed the back of her neck. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that, you know." 

"Yes Sir," she teased, "I do know." She giggled lightly as he tightened his finger's grasp on her. 

"Never love," he said as he kissed along her upper back. 

"Never," she repeated. 




Learning the Rules Ch. 09



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Chapter 10: Play Day becomes Play Night will be a continuation of Chapter 9: Alexandra has a Play Day. I hope you continue to enjoy "Learning the Rules." I know it's been a long wait for this chapter. I received all of your messages and I truly appreciate that fact that you are interested in the story and continue to follow our couple. I hope I have not lost any of you because of my delay. I promise the next chapter will not take so long to write or to post. (I know, you are saying, 'you've said that before, Apple." ...I do mean it~!) 

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Learning the Rules Ch. 10



Learning the Rules

Chapter 10: Play Day Turns into Play Night

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Jamison and Alexandra have embarked on a day of play. The early hours have gone very well for our couple. Alexandra has entered and accepted her new lifestyle with minimal difficulties. She enjoys Jamison and the life they are developing together. He challenges her, but she has her own challenges for him. As our couple continues to explore with each other, things begin to change. Their relationship strengthens, Alexandra learns the rules quickly, and Jamison has a few limits of his own that he will soon face. Tonight their plans include meeting Stephan and Ashley for dinner and an unexpected field trip to a dance club. Bets are made, panties exchanged, and challenges await Alexandra when they return home.

A special thank you those readers who have continued to follow "Learning the Rules," even after multiple extended delays. I dedicate this chapter to those of you who are continuing along with our couple. My heartfelt thanks are sent to my friend "gb." Thank you for volunteering to edit this chapter and giving me the chance for a Christmas posting.

 Enjoy the Read~!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays,

Apple

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Part Three: Dinner and Dancing 

Jamison and Alexandra arrived at Morimoto's just after seven-thirty. They were planning on dinner and drinks with Stephan and Ashley. Jamison pulled up to the parking garage and the attendant opened his door. Jamison said three words and slipped the attendant a tip, "Keep her safe."

The young man looked at the bill in his hand and nodded, then added, "Like she was my own."

Jamison walked around to open the door for Alexandra. As he took her hand, she exited the car. She tugged on the hem of her dress for the tenth time since she put the dress on. It was shorter than she was used to, but Jamison had picked it out for her and she wanted to look good for him.

The dress was a simple black dress with a rather low cut V-neck in the front and an open back that V'd down to the lower curve of her back. The only thing holding the top of the dress up was a single strap across her bra line. If that wasn't there, she was sure the sides of the dress would continuously fall off of her. The top of the dress wasn't her biggest concern. She was more worried about overexposure from the short hem line. Standing, the dress barely covered a few inches of her upper thigh.

It wasn't until she sat in the car as they left the house that she realized it covered much less when she was seated. She pulled and tugged on the dress several times in the car. Every time she pulled on it, Jamison would smile and tap her hands away from the dress. She recalled his threat the last time she pulled on it.

"If you pull on that dress one more time, I promise you I'll find a way to make it ride up much further than it is now and I'll do it at a most inopportune time tonight." He didn't even bother to look her way as he spoke. He kept his eyes on the road and drove as if he didn't say anything out of the ordinary, but on the inside, he was smiling.

Alex had felt chills cover her as he said it; she knew he would keep his promise if she did it again. All she could do was place the flat of her palms on the edge of her dress and pray she didn't pull on it again.

She completely forgot about what he said as she exited the car and readjusted the dress.

"Alexandra, stop playing with your dress. You're beautiful, sexy, and you look fantastic. Your legs are killer in that dress and those heels simply add to your gorgeous height and long legs. Now stop playing with your clothes and wear them like you own the place." He winked at her and pushed her hand away as she reached for the hem of her dress one more time. "Don't think for one second that I didn't mean what I said and don't think that I'm not planning on carry through with my promise."

"Promise? It sounded more like a threat to me." She gave him a sideways glance.

"You'll know when I threaten something. Trust me, it was a promise." He waited a few seconds until she focused her attention on him. "One I intend to keep."

He took her hand and walked the block from the parking garage to the entrance of the restaurant. As he opened the door for her, he lightly smacked her ass as she crossed in front of him and entered. She whispered back to him, over her shoulder.

"It's too short. If I sit down, it's going to hike up way too high. These lace panties you bought me aren't exactly going to hide very much." She blushed as she said it and felt his hand caress her backside.

"That's exactly what I thought when I picked them out." He winked and gave her one of his half smiles, half smirks.

All she could think in that moment was, God he is one sexy man! A wink and a smile and my first thought is I can't wait until we get home. She laughed to herself. Get home, we haven't even started the night and I'm already thinking about what his plans are for when we get home. I've lost it. I've totally lost it.

His choice of undergarments was amazing. They were sexy, lacy, and oh so sheer. It was like wearing nothing at all because you could see everything she had to offer through them. The bra and panties were made of a black lace floral pattern. The few flowers that existed were connected with a sheer nude material like professional ice skaters wear. Basically, she was wearing a few lace roses that were somewhat strategically placed.

When he presented her with the black box with silver inlay print, she recognized it immediately as being from one of the most expensive lingerie stores in the city. She was a well-known customer there, but she had never bought something so sinfully sexy for herself. She bought sexy, just not sinful, at least not in the past. The boutique was lucky it didn't charge by the ounce because the bra, panties, and stockings barely weighed a thing.

She shuddered as she remembered what Jamison had said to her as she slid the stocking up her calf and over her thigh.

"Baby, whatever you do tonight, don't overdo it. You're going to need a substantial amount of energy in reserve for what I have planned for you tonight. It will be a shame to ruin such beautiful lingerie." He licked his lips. "Remind me to try and take them off in one piece. I'd like to see you in them again." He said in his I'm going to be naughty, sexy voice.

He watched her as she continued to get dressed for the evening. He didn't say another word, but she felt his presence as if he was touching her. His gaze was so intense, she could feel the heat emanate throughout her body. It still amazed her how quickly he could turn her on simply with a look, a smile, or a few well-chosen words.

He smiled as he saw her turn pink at his comments. He gave her that look that always melts her from her innermost sex outward and his smile turned devious as he turned and left the bathroom door, but not until she fastened the last strap on her four inch black heels.

As he left, she heard him say, "I better get away from you now, or we'll never make it to drinks and dinner." He made a sarcastic sounding laugh and finished off his comment. "Not that I'd mind missing a dinner with Ashley tonight, but I don't want to hurt Stephan."

"Jamison." She tried to sound admonishing. "You love Ashley and Stephan."

"I love Stephan," he corrected. When he saw the look on her face, he added, "Most of the time I love Ashley too. Just not today. Not after she woke me up at the crack of dawn."

Alexandra shook her head as she did a final once over in the mirror. She could see Jamison in the bedroom as he ran his fingers through his hair. She looked him over in the mirror's reflection and thought about how handsome and sexy he looked.

She hadn't known he was watching her, let alone standing there until he cleared his throat. She looked up and saw his penetrating stare and wondered just how long he had been watching her. She did know he wasn't teasing her about his plans. That much was obvious by the way he said it. "I have plans for you tonight. Remind me to try to take them off in one piece." Full Dom voice and stare. The words kept repeating in her head. He meant every word he said and she'd been on the edge of wetting herself ever since.

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The hostess walked over to them like she was walking on water. A beautiful young Japanese woman with long black hair that shined like silk greeted them. Her face was beautiful, as was the rest of her. Her eyes were dark, almost black, but her lovely smile reached them and they too shined.

"Mr. Montgomery, welcome, your guests are present and seated at your table. Please, this way Miss."

Alexandra watched the young woman walk and was impressed how elegantly she moved and how well the silk of her dress seemed to be form fitting without hindering the sway of her hips or the stride of her long legs. Jamison smiled as he watched Alexandra admire the young woman's beauty and grace. When they reached the table, Jamison greeted Stephan and Ashley. As Stephan stood to kiss Alexandra hello, Jamison pulled the chair out for her to be seated.

"May I take your drink request Sir?" The hostess asked as Jamison was seated.

"Migaki Ni-wari San-bu Daiginjo," he looked around the table and said, "It only makes sense to have sake at Morimoto's."

"Very good Sir." The young woman smiled and did a slight bow of her head.

"I've never had sake." Alexandra stated and then asked, "What does it taste like? I've heard both positive and negative feedback on it. One friend thinks it taste like warm rubbing alcohol."

"That friend has been drinking the wrong kind of sake," Stephan said and laughed.

"The sake I just ordered is the top of the line. A Daiginjo sake means it's some of the best there is available. It designates the top ten percent of all sake made and distributed." Jamison added.

"I still don't know what it tastes like."

Jamison took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. "Trust me love, you'll like this sake. It's served cold and you sip it slowly. Let it run over your tongue and glide it along your cheeks before you let it slowly go down your throat." He watched as she blushed at his words. "This sake will have a combination of sweet and sour. It's a cold dry sake. Most describe it as a tropical fruit aroma without the fruit taste."

"Well, that gives me some idea of what to expect." She looked across the table at Ashley. "Do you like it?"

"I like some of it. If Jamison ordered it, I'm sure it will be very good. I'm also sure, it will carry a punch. It goes down cool and smooth, but it will kick your ass later so go slow." She winked at her friend.

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The sake turned out to be excellent as was the dinner they all ordered. The sushi platter they shared at the start of dinner was the best sushi Alexandra had ever had. The only issue she had was the wasabi that Jamison tried to get her to taste. She refused and he asked her to try it once before saying she didn't like it.

"I've tried it before. I know I don't like it." Then she smiled and held out her cup. "I do, however, like the sake you chose. It's very good."

"I see you like it. It's the third time I'm refilling your cup and we haven't had dinner yet. Take it easy baby. Ash wasn't kidding when she said it will sneak up on you and kick your ass."

Dinner was served and everyone enjoyed themselves. The food was completely consumed. Plates were shared and sake was drunk. The conversation was fun and friendly and it seemed to flow continuously. Somewhere in mid-dessert, Ashley suggested they stay out and go dancing. Stephan looked at Jamison to see what he thought. When he looked at Alexandra and saw the smile on her face, he couldn't say no. He nodded his approval of the idea.

"Ok babe, where did you have in mind? Because I know if you suggested it, you already checked the places out and know where you want to go. Don't you?" Stephan teased his wife as he leaned in to kiss her.

"You know me well husband. I do have a place in mind." She kissed him back as she slid her hand between his legs under the cover of the table cloth.

"Be careful wife or we will not make the dance floor before I dip you." He laughed and held her hand in place.

"Well, the place I have in mind won't mind where you 'dip me' as long as it's not interrupting others." She winked at her husband.

"Ok Ashley, where are you taking us?" Alexandra asked. "I'd like to know where the dancing is before you two disappear and we don't see you for the rest of the night."

"Oh no," Ashley said, "My husband doesn't often take me out dancing. If he's willing, I'm holding him to it." She laughed, "Literally, I'm holding him to it. The only club we ever go to is the BDSM club he likes and we don't even do that much anymore."

"BDSM club?" Alexandra asked and looked at Jamison.

Jamison gave Ashley a look and shook his head. "There is a private club we belong to. I haven't been there in a long time."

"What's it like?" She asked.

"Oh honey, it's great. There are all different play rooms to choose from and sometimes there are exhibitions and specialty nights. It's a lot of fun." She was getting excited just explaining it to Alexandra.

Alexandra looked to Jamison. "We can talk about it some other time. If we plan on going to this dance club, we should get going soon."

"Good idea," Stephan said, noticing the slight irritation on his friends face.

"What dance club did you decide on Ashley?" Jamison was none too happy with her for bringing up the BDSM club with Alexandra. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to take her there at all and he was damn sure he didn't want to take her there any time soon. There were way too many memories there and he didn't want to relive any of them.

"I thought we could go to the Voyeur. It's a theme night tonight and it should be fun."

"What theme?" Alexandra asked, blinking her eyes to clear her vision. "I think the sake is starting that ass kicking you warned me about. I swear my vision is a little blurry." She giggled.

"We don't have to go dancing; we could just go home." Jamison took her hand.

"Don't be silly. I've danced a little drunk before, in fact, I dance better drunk." She laughed

"Ok then." He smiled and looked across the table at Stephan. Ashley was still groping him under the table and he was having a hard time holding her hand still. "This is going to be fun," he said as he rolled his eyes in Stephan's direction. "Are you going to be able to keep her under control my friend?" He teased as he watched Stephan's difficulty keeping Ashley's hand from between his legs.

"I think I can handle her," Stephan said as he kissed Ashley and pulled her hand off of him for the third time. "If I can't, I'll just tie her hands behind her back. This one is like an octopus tonight."

Finally Ashley relinquished to Stephan and moved her hands away. She answered Alexandra, "It's 'Alternative Night', you'll love it. Everybody will be there tonight. Any alternative group you can think of will be represented. Gay men, lesbian women, bisexual couples, Goth, Leathers,....we'll have to represent the BDSMer's." She laughed, as she whispered, "But don't tell anyone." She laughed harder at the stunned look on Alex's face.

The two men laughed as Jamison signaled the hostess. "Please put the bill on my account and please add this for the tip." He handed her a fifty dollar bill and said goodnight.

As the two men escorted their women out they looked at each other and questioned their decision. "Do you think we should call it a night? I think these two will be asleep in an hour," Stephan said.

Simultaneously, Ashley and Alexandra said, "No we won't, we want to go dancing."

The girls continued to laugh at each other as Jamison and Stephan shook their heads. Stephan opened and held the door for the others.

"Ashley, where is the Voyeur Club located?" Jamison waited for her to answer.

"Um." She hesitated. "It's on....on....oh yeah, it's on 12th and Saint James street, right on the corner. You can't miss it." She wrapped herself around Stephan's arm and stood on tiptoes to kiss his chin. "You're going to dance with me, right babe?"

"Yes Ash, I'll dance with you. Come on baby let's get you in the car. No more drinking for you tonight." He said as they walked across the street to the open lot area.

"We'll meet you there," Jamison called out as he took Alex's arm and walked back to where they'd parked.

"Jamison?" she whispered.

"Yes."

"I don't even know if you dance. Do you dance?" she asked quietly as she snuggled into his side and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Yes. On occasion, I have been known to dance." He smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head as she rested it against his arm.

"Good, because I love to dance," she said kind of sleepily.

"Baby, I hope you don't fall asleep in the car. If you do, I'm taking you right home and calling Stephan to let him know will be a no show."

"I won't. Don't let me if I do." She smiled up at him. "Ok?"

"How could I say no to that face?" he said as he leaned down and kissed her mouth. "I think Stephan had a good idea though."

"What's that?"

"No more alcohol for you tonight. Water or soda will be your beverage of choice at the club," he said. "I think you may have overdone it with the sake and I don't want you getting sick."

"If I did it's your fault. You kept filling my cup."

He laughed. "Ok, it's my fault."

They got to the garage and the young man had their car parked right next to his office. "Not a scratch on her," he said as he handed Jamison the keys.

"I expected nothing less," Jamison said and handed the kid another bill.

"You already tipped me earlier." The kid smiled.

"I know, but since you kept her close and kept an eye on her, I thought a bonus was in order." He smiled at the young man.

"Thank you Sir, come again anytime." He slid the bill into his jean pocket.

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Once in the car, Jamison kept his eyes moving back and forth between the road and Alexandra. He was looking for any sign that going to this club was a bad idea. Although, since they walked to the car in the fresh cool air, she seemed more awake and in fairly good shape considering the amount of sake she drank before dinner.

"How are you feeling love? Still want to go to this club?" He turned to get a good look at her while he waited for the green light.

"Yes, I'm fine. I was just a little tipsy, but I think the food helped and the fresh air too." She smiled back.

"Are you sure? It's no big deal if we don't go and head home instead."

"I'm fine. Why don't you want to go and dance?" She watched him as he answered.

The light turned and he started down 12th Street toward the Voyeur dance club. "No, I'm good. I still have plans for when we get home, so don't overdo it. Dance club or not, I want to continue our introductory play day when we get home."

He reached across the center console and placed his right hand high on her thigh. He gave it a light squeeze as he slowly slid it up under her skirt. His little finger came in contact with the soft warm crotch of her panties.

"You're warm love, very warm." He took a quick peek at her face as he drove around the block looking for parking. "Are you wet too?"

Alexandra's head was resting back against the leather head rest. She opened her legs a little and he slid his hand up and cupped her sex, his fingers slowly playing with her as if he was imitating a crawling motion with his fingers. He could easily feel the dampness through the thin material. Her scent was also starting to reach him, now that her dress was hiked up to her hips.




Learning the Rules Ch. 10



"Umm." Alexandra moaned as she pushed her pelvis forward and arched herself back.

"Baby, I swear, I can have us home in minutes if you tell me to turn the car around." He traced the crease of her lips and she lifted her ass off the seat and pushed down onto his touch.

"We can't" she took a deep breath and exhaled, "Ashley and Stephan are waiting for us." She sighed, "Oh Jamison. Oh, umm."

"That's the beauty of a cell phone baby, we can call and cancel." He pulled up next to an empty spot in on a side street.

"No. We have to meet them. We told them we'd go dancing."

"They'd understand." He said as he continued to tease her with his fingers touch. Just light enough to keep her pushing toward him.

Just then, a tap came on the driver's side window. Alexandra jumped and Jamison looked at Stephan's face next to his window. Stephan had seen Jamison's hand placement and knew he was going to hear about his interruption from his friend. Jamison put his window down.

"What the fuck Stephan, are you trying to get killed? You don't knock on a car window in this neighborhood. Jesus man!"

"Sorry. I didn't realize until it was too late that I was...a... interrupting." He smirked. "Are you really concerned for my safety or pissed because I knocked at an awkward time?"

"Neither." Alexandra interrupted. "We'll park and be right in."

Jamison looked at her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, come on let's park and go in. I want to dance." She took his hand in hers, brought it to her lips and kissed it.

"What about what I want?" He teased.

"You'll get what you want too." She bit the top of his center finger, placed it between her lips and lightly sucked on the tip. "You'll just have to wait until a little later when we get home."

"Oh really? You think so, do you?" He gave her a devilish grin as he started to park the car. "We'll see about that Ms. Newman."

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When they entered the club, the sound of the music was mind numbing. Jamison immediately knew he was in for a headache. Ashley and Stephan were standing about fifteen feet away and already Ashley was dancing. Jamison looked at Stephan and shook his head "no". Stephan just shrugged his shoulders, laughed, and pointed to Ashley. Jamison shook his head "no" again and Stephan pointed to Alexandra at his side. She too had decided that dancing was a good idea. Without another second of hesitation, she grabbed his hand and started moving toward Ashley and Stephan.

It took forever to make their way through the crowd and maneuver the fifteen feet. Jamison realized it was a miracle they did it without getting something spilled on them.

"Let's dance." Ashley said as she grabbed for Alexandra's hand and the two made their way to the dance floor without even a glance back at their dates.

"I have a headache already." Jamison yelled to Stephan.

"I'm sure I will soon too, but the girls are happy." He nodded toward the dance floor.

The two women were dancing like school girls. Ashley was doing some kind of retro swim dance maneuver and Alexandra was moving her body like she was working a dance cage. The two of them were beautiful and sexy on the dance floor.

"I'm telling you now my friend, this was a bad idea." Jamison said.

"Well, I see it going one of two ways." Stephan replied. "Either we give our girls a good time and dance or we stay here, watch someone else make a move on them and then get pissed and possibly get into some trouble."

"That's why you are my lawyer. Always thinking ahead and keeping me out of trouble." He smiled and slapped Stephan's shoulder. "Let go join the masses."

Stephan laughed, "Now that's the Jamison I remember. Always willing to give his girl a good time."

"Screw you." He laughed back. "I taught you everything you know."

"Correction my friend and mentor." Stephan pushed back on Jamison's arm. "You taught me everything I knew a few years ago. I've expanded my knowledge and my repertoire since then." He winked at his friend. "I'm new and improved."

Jamison huffed air. "Come on 'new and improved'. I'll bet a round of drinks that I get my girls panties off before you get yours."

"Seriously?" Stephan asked, surprised by Jamison's suggestion.

"Yeah. If they're going to have fun dancing, we should have a little fun too. Don't you think?"

"Ok, you're on. First man with panties in his hand wins. Loser buys the drinks for the rest of the night."

"The rest of the night? I said, first round, but I'll take the rest of the night." Jamison said.

"Well, you picked up dinner; so, I thought it only fair if I lose I'll pick up tonight's drinks." He laughed. "Besides, the girls will be drinking water and you and I are driving...how expensive can it get?"

"Cheap bastard!"

"Maybe, maybe just a smart bastard." They both laughed as they finally reached the women on the dance floor.

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As the music played, the two couples continued to dance. After about three songs, Jamison pulled Alexandra to him and held her close. The music was a fast paced song, but there was an underlying slower bass beat. He held her and just slowly rocked her in his arms to the bass. His hands slid up and down her back as he whispered in her ear.

"Baby, you feel so good." He kissed her ear.

"I can't wait till we're home." He bit her earlobe.

"I need to touch you Alexandra. I need to touch you now." He whispered as his hand glided over her ass cheek and his fingers curved into her ass groove.

"Jamison." She looked up into his eyes. "People can see."

"I don't care." He wrapped his hand in her hair and held her face and head still. Leaning his face down, he took her mouth in a kiss. His tongue darting in and out in a fucking rhythm that she knew well. His hand moved from her ass to the hem of her dress and started pulling up on it. "I want to touch you."

Alexandra's hands went from his waist to his hand in hopes of stopping his progression. "Jamison!"

"What?" He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. He pulled her head closer and whispered directly over her mouth as his eyes peered into hers. "Are you saying no?" He bit her lower lip. "Are you denying me?"

She heard the change in his voice, saw the darkness come over his eyes. His dark brown eyes suddenly looked black. His hold on her hair became tighter and the hand she was holding on the hem of her dress tensed. She could see, hear, and feel the change in him. She looked back into his stare.

"Well, are you?" He asked. His words were even toned but his voice was hot as steel on a fire. His warm breath stroked across her face as he spoke. "Alexandra that was a question. I'd like an answer."

"No." She answered.

"No, what?" His voice still hard. It sent a chill down her back as she heard it.

She looked at him for a few seconds more; enjoying the feeling he gave her when he seemed to completely change right before her eyes. She moved her body closer to him, pressed her chest and pelvis in to him, kissed his chin, and released the hold she had on his hand. She moved her hands up to his cheeks and stroked her thumb across his lips.

He nipped at her thumb and sucked it into his mouth. Never once breaking eye contact.

"No Sir, I'm not saying 'no' or denying you." She kissed the side of his neck.

"Good." He kissed her temple as her head was tucked under his chin and she kissed along the side of his neck. "I would hate for you to do that."

"Never." She whispered against his throat and continued to kiss him.

"Come with me." He pulled her dress down and took hold of her hand. Looking around, he found his destination and drew her through the crowd. He walked toward the glowing red light and pushed the bar on the metal door. It opened with a thud sound. The sign above it said EXIT in red neon, but it led to a dark hall that had another EXIT sign in red about five yards away. There was a door wedge on the floor, next to the door and Jamison propped it so the door wouldn't completely close.

He held Alexandra against the wall. His hands sliding all over her. As he spoke to her. He caressed her cheeks and traced her lips with his fingertips. "I love the look of your mouth, after it's been kissed hard. So hard that your lips become red and succulent. Making me want to kiss you all the more."

He kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek, the bridge of her nose, and finally arrived back at her mouth. His lips covered hers. He kissed her top lip, then her bottom. It was so warm and swollen that he couldn't resist the urge to nip at it. He pulled it down, opening her mouth a little. He released her lip and slid his tongue into her mouth. This time he was slow and deliberate in his movements.

His took his time, sliding his tongue over hers. Teasing her with just the tip of his tongue and making her push against him for more. He glided it along the side of her inner cheek and then drew it back along the roof of her mouth. He broke from the kiss for a second and traced her lips with his tongue as his hands caressed over her shoulders, down her arms, and back up to her shoulders again.

He looked at the wet shine he left on her lips. His hands slid down her front, his thumbs tracing the low cut V in the front of her dress. He hooked his thumbs into the dress trim and gently pulled the sides back until her breasts were exposed. Looking at the black lace and rose décor of her bra, he traced the rose directly over her left nipple. He could feel it harden under his touch as he heard Alexandra draw in a breath.

He dropped his head and took her right breast into his mouth, bra and all. He played with his tongue across the thin fabric until he felt the peak of her nipple. He felt her hands come to the back of his head, as she started to play with his hair and scratch her fingers along his scalp. He sucked hard at the same time he pinched on her opposite nipple and she moaned and pulled him tightly against her.

His mouth kept teasing her, but his hands caressed their way over her tummy and down to her mound. One hand caressed over her mound as the other pulled up on her dress until it rested above her hips and her panties were completely exposed. His fingers slid down between her legs and she gasped as she felt herself leak sex juices from her hot little pussy.

"Oh love, you are so wet," he said, as he pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. He pulled away from teasing her breast and nipple and she made a noise between a moan and cry.

"Jamison." She stroked the back of his head. "You make me wet."

"Thank you baby." He slid down to his knees and kissed a path down her tummy as he moved toward her pussy. "Thank you for that."

He kissed her mound and slid the material completely to the side. "Spread your legs."

"Yes Sir," she whispered, with a little laughter in her voice. His sound was so hungry it made her giddy knowing how much he wanted her. She loved the fact, that no matter how much she wanted him, he matched or surpassed her want and her need of him.

"Don't get cute Alexandra." He scolded in a kidding manner as he kissed the top of her sex slit through the sheer material.

"Sorry Sir." She giggled again.

He slid his tongue along her slit. "Keep it up," was all he said as he licked her and slid his fingers between her warm wet lips. "Keep it up and I'll stop right now."

"No, don't. I'm truly sorry," she said more controlled and contrite. "Please don't punish me by stopping. I couldn't take it. I feel too good, way too good."

"I'm not sure who that would be punishing more love; me or you." He slid his middle finger into her hole and started to move it in and out of her. "I'm thinking me," he whispered as he placed his mouth over her sex and began to lightly lick her from back to front as his finger continued its motion.

"Oh god. Jamison," she moaned as her body took on moves of its own. She was moving her pelvis forward every time his finger stroked in and his tongue lick upward. With every move he made, she made one of her own.

His head started to move up and down with each lick he took of her. Finally, when he heard her begin to breathe really hard and fast, he slid a second finger into her and pressed more firmly on her front wall. Now she was thrusting forward and pushing down on him at the same time. He could feel her wetness coming in little drench cycles.

The sound of sex echoed in the dark quiet hall. The smell of sex was all around him. The taste of sex was on his lips, his tongue, throughout his mouth and still, he wanted more of her. He needed more of her. She was intoxicating him. She had been since earlier this evening when he watched her dress without her even knowing it.

He remembered how naturally beautiful she was and how graceful and purposeful her movements were. She wasn't acting for him or posing, she was doing what was natural to her. Just like what she was doing now was natural to her. He looked up and saw the shine of sweat on her face, chest, and even the exposed part of her abdomen. The glow from the red EXIT sign lit her face up like the Fourth of July fireworks would.

He watched her responses in the glow of the light and her look of pure need and desire made him want her more. He placed his lips over her clit and sucked her hard little bud into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly at first and she moaned. When he increased his pressure she grasped hold of his hair. As his tongue started to flitter across the nub, she pulled his hair while pushing his head closer to her. He picked up the speed of his tongue and the pace of his fingers.

She cried out and tried to pull him away, the intensity of the feeling was too much to bear. She tried to pull her body back, but before she had the chance, his free hand grasped her buttock and held it tightly so that she couldn't move away from his mouth.

"Please Jamison," she repeated her cry, "Please make me come. Please baby, please." Her pleading didn't stop and neither did the thrusting of her hips.

Jamison suckled her clit between his lips and pressed down hard. The pressure on her sensitive clit was too much to deal with for her. His fingers thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace and he felt her muscles tighten around them.

"Fuck baby, please," she cried out as her hips gyrated to his rhythm and her knees literally shook.

Finally, Jamison stopped his tongue movements and started a rapid sucking motion over her clit, soft, hard, soft, hard, soft, hard.....he continued and then started to push firmly and rub the hard fibrous tissue inside her hole as he tortured her clit to the max.

Her body shook, her knees gave a little and she grasped for his shoulders to steady herself. Her heart was pounding in her ears and finally her body gave in to its needs and she came. Her pussy muscles twitched around his fingers and he felt her release a few drops of urine as she came. He slowed his sucking motions and gently stroked inside of her as her orgasm slowed.

"Oh god, Jamison, please baby, please don't stop yet." She looked down at his face and it glistened with her juices covering his face. "I thought I'd never come." Her words came out in a pant as she held his shoulders for support and her body trembled.

Slowly he removed his fingers from her. He licked along her sex and moaned as he tasted the fresh cum as it leaked from her. She didn't move, she looked down and watched as her man, her Dom licked her clean and thought how lucky she was to have met him at that dinner party.

She thought of how much pleasure she has had with this man in such a short time. She remembered how many things they had discussed. He had taught her so much about herself and her true needs and desires. She thought of how much she wanted to please him, like he constantly pleased her.

As he pulled his head from her sex he looked up at her. He started to stand and kept his one hand on her to steady her.

When he was upright again, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

He kissed her lightly on the nose.

"I'm thinking of how happy I am we met and how happy you make me. I'm thinking of how I can return the favor." She smiled at him.

"Open your mouth," he said as he brought his fingers to her mouth. She opened her mouth, but never took her eyes away from his. He traced her lips with the wet fingers he had pulled from inside of her. She licked her lips when he was done. He smiled at her.

"Suck them clean," he said, his voice hoarse with his own need as he placed his fingers in her mouth. "When you're done, I'll need those lovely little panties of yours for the rest of the night. You won't need them anymore tonight and I'd like to keep them intact."

She did as he directed. She sucked his fingers clean, licked her lips once more, took off her panties and handed them to him.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"Yes." He took the panties and placed them in his pocket. He gave her a quick kiss and said, "But not until I get you home and have access to all of you and our toys. I have a surprise waiting for you in the library."

"A surprise?"

"Yes. And no, I won't tell you anything else. So don't ask."

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He pulled the heavy metal door open and escorted Alexandra back into the club. The multi-colored spot lights were flashing and waving all over the dance floor. It took a minute or two for their eyes to adjust to the light after being in the dark hallway for so long.

Jamison finally spotted Stephan and Ashley across the dance floor. He took Alexandra's hand in his and pulled her closer to him. Holding her left hand in his, he placed his right hand on the lower curve of her back and skirted her through the crowd and across the heavily packed dance floor. It seemed like forever before they made it to the other side and had less traffic to navigate as they made their way to the bar area.

"Where did you two disappear to?" Stephan asked. "We've been looking for you."

"We were doing a little solo number," Jamison replied. Then he called to the bartender, "I'll have a double Johnnie Walker Black, neat please, and a ginger ale for the lady. Add it to my friends tab." He pointed to Stephen.

Alexandra and Ashley were talking and dancing to the music as Stephan leaned in to say something to Jamison.

"I would have won that bet you know," he said quietly.

"Really? How do you figure that?" He pulled the lace panties from his pocket and held them to his nose, inhaled, smiled at his friend and placed them back into his pocket.

"Because I was at the goal line before you even ducked out the Fire Exit door."

"Well then why am I holding black lace panties in my pocket and you are not my friend?" He smiled at his friend as he raised his drink in a cheers motion.

"One reason and one reason only." Stephan shook his head in amusement. "My wife decided tonight, of all nights, to go pantiless." He laughed and cheered his friend's win.

Before Jamison had a chance for a retort, Alexandra and Ashley were at their sides. "Why do we get the feeling that you two are conspiring together?" Alexandra asked, taking her ginger ale from Jamison and drinking most of it down at once.

"Because they are up to something," Ashley stated. "I can see it written all over their faces."

Jamison and Stephan looked at each other and in unison said, "Not us. We're innocent," then laughed.

"Now I know they're up to something," Ashley said, looking at Alexandra. "When these two claim innocence, they are definitely in deep."

Both men continued to laugh and crossed their hearts as the girls looked at them suspiciously. They looked at each other again and put up the three middle fingers of their right hands and said, "No lie, Boy Scouts honor."

Now it was the girls chance to laugh. "Please, even I know the Boy Scouts wouldn't have accepted either of you into their club." Alexandra laughed as Jamison pulled her into his arms and kissed her.




Learning the Rules Ch. 10



"Let's say good night love. I want to get you home. We still have a big night ahead of us." He winked at her.

Both couples said their goodnights and walked out of the club together. Kisses and hugs were exchanged between the girls and Stephan and Jamison said their goodbyes.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Ashley yelled back as they were walking to their car.

"No, you won't!" Jamison called back to her. "Alexandra will call you when she is free. I swear Ashley, if you call and wake me tomorrow, there will be hell to pay."

Stephan laughed as he called back over his shoulder. "My wife will be too exhausted to make any calls tomorrow morning. I don't plan on her being available till well after noon."

"Promises, promises," were the last words heard from Ashley before her cry of "Ouch!" was echoed back to them.

"Hit her once for me," Jamison yelled to his friend. Then he corrected himself. "Hit her, at least once for me, but if you can, more is better." He laughed as Alexandra elbowed him in the ribs.

"Be nice," she said quietly, as she kissed the base of his neck.

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Part Four: The Night is Young

The ride home was quiet. Alexandra was tired after the evening spent with Stephan and Ashley. It had been a while since she had drunk so much and been out so late. Drinks and dinner at Morimoto's was wonderful, but the sake was a bit too much for Alexandra. The sake, dancing, and hallway sex had her a bit worn out.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

"Nap now if you need it love, because you will need to be awake when we get home. I told you to save your energy." He smiled as she looked at him and rolled her eyes. "I know you didn't just roll your eyes at me did you?"

"Of course not," she laughed, "I know how much you dislike that."

"I didn't think so. I must have imagined that, like I imagined you ordering me to come earlier today." He reached over and took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You must have." She placed her other hand over his. "Should I be worried about these episodes you're having?" she teased quietly.

"You should be worried love, but not about that." He laughed at the look on her face as she heard the teasing warning in his voice.

"Jamison, I have to tell you, I don't think I can stand up much longer," she admitted.

"Don't worry love. You won't have to stand for what I have planned." He kept his eyes on the road as he drove. "At least not for too long or without support."

"Oh god," she said before she realized it came out of her mouth.

"Hold that thought baby. It will come in handy." He was smiling when she peeked over at him. "I have a strong feeling I'll be hearing those words come from your mouth a few more times before the night is through."

The rest of the drive home was in silence. Jamison concentrated on his driving and on the road ahead. Alexandra's mind was a constant flow of thoughts.

What surprise does this man of mine have in mind? If it's in the library, God only knows? Give me the strength to keep up with whatever he has planned. Oh, I wish I never had that last cup of sake. Hell, now I wish I never had that first, second, or third cup of sake.

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When they arrived home, Jamison escorted her directly to the library. "Wait here one moment," he said as he turned her back to the library doors. "Do not peak Alexandra."

"I won't," she whined more than spoke the words.

Jamison opened the library doors, doing a quick inspection and ensuring his orders were followed. It was rare Mrs. Miller allowed anything to be overlooked, but he wasn't taking any chances, especially not tonight. Tonight he had promised Alexandra a completely new and challenging experience. She hadn't participated in much library playtime. Well, not any really serious library playtime. Tonight would change all of that. He had special plans for her tonight.

"Unless I tell you to, don't move or do anything without my permission. Understood?" he whispered over her shoulder as she stood as still as possible.

"Yes Sir." She recognized that tone and she knew who she was dealing with or rather, who was dealing with her.

A shiver ran down her back as his breath grazed over her neck and shoulder and she could only anticipate what he had in store for them tonight. By the looks and transformation of the library, he had a number of options available to him. As she tried to move her eyes and take everything in without actually moving her head, she felt the warmth of his hands on her shoulders.

He moved her in front of him with her back just inches from his chest. He kissed the back of her neck as he slid the little black dresses' straps from her shoulders and let them fall to her wrists. Her torso was completely bare, with the exception of the lacey black bra, but that provided little coverage and no warmth.

Jamison unhooked the back of her bra and slid the straps from her. They too fell to her wrist and hung there. Her clothing now acting like cuffs holding her hands in place.

He closed the space between them and she could feel the heat from his chest radiate to her back. There was less than an inch separating them as he reached his arms around her and began to massage her breasts. His hands encompassed most of the soft but firm breast tissue as he squeezed lightly and released her fleshy globes.

His thumbs stroked back and forth over her nipples as his fingertips gently and ever so lightly traced the curvature of the underside of her breasts. Her skin was so soft to his touch he couldn't help but grasp her breasts again and massage them in his palms. He loved touching her and when she moaned, he loved it even more so.

Alexandra's hands flinched before her mind kicked in and stopped her from bringing them up and covering Jamison's. It was barely a full movement, but he noted it immediately.

"Don't move," was all he said as he continued to fondle her.

He was gentle with his touch at first, but now as his desire increased, so did his need to make her respond to him more strongly. He tightened his hold on her breasts; he moved his thumbs faster and harder across her nipples, teasing them into little hard nubs. Stroking around her areola, he felt the little pimpled flesh pucker from his touch. When he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, she arched her back before he even pinched her, anticipating the pleasure she was about to receive.

"That's one." he whispered, "One infraction of the rules I set for you."

He pinched lightly on her nipples and a soft moan escaped her. She loved nipple play. Hell, she loved breast play in general. Her breasts were extremely sensitive and she enjoyed when he indulged in any sort of activity involving her nipples and breasts. He kissed the back of her neck and nipped at the curve where it meets her shoulder. As she moved her head to one side to increase his access to her neck, he whispered to her again.

"That's two, love." He laughed softly as he increased his pressure on her nipples and she again pushed her breasts into his touch. He knew her weakness and he was planning on making them work in his favor.

"Baby, you're making this way too easy." He kissed the top of her back before whispering against her skin, "That makes three."

She really didn't know what he was up to or what exactly he was counting. She did know it would be something dealing with teasing or punishment. Maybe both, but at this minute, she really didn't care. She loved the touch of his hands on her and right now, that was her primary focus.

He had been driving her crazy all day long. She remembered how it started early this morning when Ashley called. How he teased her, then tortured her, and finally made love to her. When he announced a play day, she knew he would carefully plan things to stimulate and challenge her, them. Jamison was a detail man as much as she was a detailed woman. The next twenty-four hours would be very interesting.

Continuing his torment of her before they went out, he watched her dress. Frequently, making sexy little noises and comments. The teasing didn't stop once they left the house either. He drove her crazy in the car when he slapped her hand several times and told her what his plan was if she touched her hemline one more time.

Even now, in the heat of the moment, she was remembering their play in the club's dark hallway. She pictured his head between her legs and the exquisite movements of his tongue and mouth on her sex. Teasing her clit and licking her juices from her as she came. The memory alone made her squirm.

Jamison started to lick the tip of his tongue down the center of her back, along her spine, as his hands slid down her tummy and over her rib cage. Her skin was as soft as a newborn and he loved the way it felt to his hands. Caressing her was an aphrodisiac to him, as was most things about Alexandra.

When he reached the lower curve of her back with his tongue, his movement was halted by her dress. Slowly he moved his hands to her wrists and detangled the dress from her bra straps. The sleeves fell from her wrists. Immediately, the bra followed. Clinging to her hips, the dress remained, but was useless as a form of cover. She was completely exposed.

Jamison took a deep breath as he placed his hands on her sides just under her arms. She was warm and a little sweaty, but he loved knowing that he caused that response in her. He slowly slid his hands down, caressing the soft flesh at the sides of her breasts and watched as she fought to hold still. He knew her erotic zones and was enjoying teasing her. As he tickled along the sensitive tissue where her breasts met her chest wall, Alexandra quivered under his feather like touch.

Unable to stop herself, Alexandra giggled and flinched at his touch. She knew he could feel it and it would somehow count against her.

"That's four," he kissed the small of her back as he said it.

"That's not fair. You know I'm ticklish there," she groaned as she said it.

"That's five." He bit the top of her hip just above where her dress lay. "I told you not to talk."

"Humph!" Alexandra blew out a puff of air, followed by a disgruntled groan of annoyance.

Jamison laughed at the childlike sounds she made. "That's six for the 'humph' and seven for the unladylike behavior. I let your little squirm maneuver pass by earlier, but if you keep whining, I can count that one too."

He nipped at the flesh over her buttock as his hands reached the tops of her hips and held her still. Tugging her dress over them, he pulled it down further. Slowly exposing more of her creamy flesh, when the curve of her ass came into view, Jamison didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. He started to lick along the very top of the crack of her ass. Instinctively, Alexandra tightened her butt cheeks.

"Eight," he said as he nipped at her ass cheek and pinched a little piece of flesh between his teeth.

"Ouch!" she cried out, and pulled forward at the same time.

"Nine and ten," he sighed, "you really need to challenge me more Alexandra." She reached behind her and pulled a lock of his hair. He laughed at her willful nature, loving her more for her moments of defiance.

"Careful love, that will cost you next time, should you think it's a good idea to ignore my rules again," he said. Jamison grasped the rolled dress and pulled. It fell to her knees and he slid down her calves, allowing it to come to rest at her ankles and covered her heels.

Manipulating her dress down her legs, to where it now lay, he continued kissing at her backside. He kissed the hollow dimpled areas above of her ass cheeks. Going from side to side with his head, he kissed her left hip, then her right. Drawing his tongue along the curve of her right ass cheek, he gently nipped at her soft flesh while slipping his hand between her thighs. His thumb slid easily into the warmth of her pussy. Her legs spread just enough to allow him easy access to her spasming hole.

"Eleven," he practically groaned out as he felt how wet she was for him. His voice was now deeper and full of lust. He was unable to keep his hands from touching her, teasing her, absorbing her. The simple act of touch was enough to ignite his desire and lust, but knowing how ready she was for him was really testing his willpower. He'd been holding himself in check ever since he had tasted her in the club's fire exit. Hell, he'd been holding back since he watched her get dressed earlier. His cock was rock hard and there was absolutely no comfort for him in the jeans he was wearing.

He moved his thumb to her vaginal entrance again, and she glided her hips back to meet him. Making every attempt to position herself and to force his thumb to enter her, she began to squirm. He pulled his hand back quickly, before she had any success.

"Twelve," he moaned this one out as he reached down with his free hand and tried to adjust his throbbing cock.

Making the decision, not to wait much longer, he worked his thumb inside her. He pressed it against her rough little nerve bundle and worked it with expert skill. Reaching around her to lightly brush his fingertips over her clit, he teased, and she rocked forward into his touch.

"Lucky number thirteen baby," he said as he kissed her ass cheek. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight," he growled and licked his tongue up the crack of her ass as he listened to her moan at his touch.

He straightened up and standing behind her, his thumb still inside her, he placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently forward bending her over what was originally the leg support of his desk. Now however, it looked more like a pommel horse with a padded top added to it. Another one of his dual purpose pieces, desk legs that became a spanking bench with one added piece, a leather covered, padded top with metal D rings on all four sides.

Adjusting to his touch, Alexandra turned her head to face him. She positioned herself to allow him full access to her sex while looking back at him. Her eyes were a shiny haze of midnight blue, her cheeks a flushed pink. A thin gleam of sweat covered her face, neck, and chest. Her breasts were full and her nipples, peaked and hard.

Jamison looked at her and even though he was thinking how lovely she looked all doe eyed and wanton, he had to maintain his control for a while longer.

He licked his lips, winked at her and said, "fourteen."

He extended his leg between hers, and with his foot he maneuvered her dress from around her ankles. Returning his foot between her legs, he nudged her feet further apart. Then he slipped his thumb from her, replacing it with two fingers, and working them in and out of her slowly, for a time.

She cried out, "fuck, fuck, fuck," and tightened her vaginal muscles on his fingers as she tucked her pelvis and pushed her ass up and out. He laughed a sexy quiet laugh as he counted, "fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen for squeezing on my fingers and nineteen for tempting me with your lovely ass."

Alexandra couldn't look at the intensity and pure sexual desire in his eyes any longer. She was reaching her threshold with his teasing fingers inside her. If she didn't get hold of herself soon, she knew she would come before he gave her permission. Then the teasing would start all over again. Reaching her hands across the padded surface, she tucked her face down, and was enjoying the sensations his touch caused her. Alexandra concentrated on holding her orgasm back. It was getting more and more difficult to do. All she wanted was to give in and feel the heat and excitement consume her body. She wanted to let go and let her mind drift into the quiet space she found after orgasm.

Jamison could feel her need growing. He felt the wetness of her sex increase and drip along his fingers. He smelled it on her thighs. When she was so wet that his fingers were fully coated, he added a third finger to fuck her with, and quickened his strokes.

Her hips bounced off the side of the padded bench with every thrust of his hand. Her breath was coming in pants. Alexandra felt herself gushing, soaking his hand with her fluids. Her mouth was dry from panting, but she managed to cry out his name.

"Jamison. Please baby."

"Twenty," he said a little more sternly than earlier. "Correct that statement now love, or pay the consequences later." His voice was husky sounding, firm, and foreboding all at once.

"Please Sir," she corrected in a quiet cry, followed by a moan as his fingers continued to enter her sex so rapidly, she began to tremble with need as his thumb tortured her clit.

His hand still working her urgently, he knotted the other in the hair at the base of her skull, pulling her head back and asking in a soft, calm voice, "You know I am going to fuck you, right?"

"Yes." she said it more as a plea, than a response to his question.

"Just not yet." he said, and withdrew his fingers from her.

She cried out in disappointment and frustration as he looked at her. Her face was red, not only from passion, but from anger. All she wanted was for him to take her and fuck her. His teasing was driving her mad. If she had any energy to move, she actually thought about jumping him and forcing him to take her. As unlikely as the thought was, that's what went through her mind.

He smiled down at her. "I know baby," he said, pleased with the results of his play thus far. Removing his fingers from her sex, fully coated in her own juices, he slid them across her lips and into her mouth. "Don't pout love. I'm not overly happy about it myself," he informed her. He directed her heated stare down to his obvious erection with a simple move of his head.

As she followed the tilt of his head and his gaze to his obviously protruding erection, it didn't help her frustration any, knowing that he was in some level of discomfort himself. In the state she was in, only one thing would help. That was having Jamison fuck her.

"Good," she said in a spiteful manner.

"Watch your tongue love." He smiled at the look on her face. "The night is young and not nearly over. I have hours in which to make you humbly sorry for your sharp tongue and mouthiness." He was teasing, but with clear understanding that if need be, he could amp things up a few notches and really make her squirm. Nothing was completely out of the realm of possibility tonight. Well, most things were not out of his realm of play with Alexandra.

Examining her position, he decided it was a good starting place. Walking to the book shelf, he found the toys he requested all lined up and ready for use. He smiled as he looked over the array of items available to him. First, he picked up the leather cuffs with wrist locks. Then he chose a small teak hand paddle. It was a beautiful hand crafted paddle with half inch holes drilled into it to decrease resistance in his swat and more impressively, increase the impact and redness factor on said bottom.

Jamison was very aware of physics from his studies and work, but he enjoyed applying some of those same theories and equations to his play time. One of his favorite references was kinetic energy. With that in mind, he also took one of the longer leather crops. Lastly, he took the silver bullet vibe and stuck it in his pocket, along with some bondage tape. He smiled at the thought of what he wanted to do with those.

"Ready to continue our play date love?" he asked as he placed the items on the side table closest to them. He took the leather cuffs and walked in front of Alexandra. Squatting in front of her, so she could see his face, he dangled the cuffs in one hand and then opened the palm of his other hand to her.

"Yes Sir," she answered as she placed her right hand in his.

He locked the leather cuff on her right hand and slid his little finger between the cuff and her skin. Satisfied it wasn't too tight; he proceeded to cuff her hand into the D ring on the far end of the bench. Repeating the same sequence with her left hand, he then brushed the hair back from her face, pulled it up in a twisted knot, and gave her a long deep kiss. Turning his back to her, he took a deep calming breath before he started.




Learning the Rules Ch. 10



Picking up the teak paddle, he slapped it against his thigh. The crack was like a firecracker being set off. Alexandra, reflexively lifted her head and looked toward the origin of the sound. She saw the paddle in his hand and dropped her head as she took a deep breath and began to focus on the candle flame in her mind. This was her meditation focal point and what she'd begun to use to calm and center herself during playtime.

"I believe we arrived at twenty," Jamison said. "Am I correct?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," she answered. "Twenty is the correct number."

"Good. Shall we start?" It was a rhetorical question as he lifted the paddle, placed it on the round, fleshy curve of her ass cheek and slowly rubbed it in small circles. The teak wood was smooth and cool to the touch, until it wasn't. In one swift move, he lifted it from her skin and landed the first spank. The fatty flesh of her buttock rippled with contact. It was a starting strike and not too hard, but still caused heat.

As he rotated between sides, he had her count out the spanks. Each one increased in severity as he moved the paddle around her bottom. By the time she counted out twelve, her buttocks were completely pinkened with the most rounded curvature a distinct reddish color.

"I think that gives a new meaning to blushing cheeks," Jamison said as he caressed her warm red butt with his cool hand. He could feel the heat the teak paddle had caused. Having trialed the majority of instruments he used on himself, before using them on someone else, he knew the look of the paddle was deceiving. It was rather painful and it had a nice sassy crack sound when it came in contact with the flesh. He enjoyed the reaction Alexandra had to the sound and feel of it. He loved the startled jump, the high pitched sound of surprise, immediately followed by the muffled groan of pain. He found the lovely ripple her flesh made upon impact exciting. He loved the red color and heat it caused on her pale skin. 

He gave Alex a few moments to adjust to the pain as he slowly slid his hand up and down the backs of her thighs, hinting that this would be the targeted area. After a light massage of the area, he asked, "Shall we continue?"

"Yes Sir, I'm ready Sir," she said as she rolled her neck and took another deep breath in and slowly exhaled.

"Is your neck okay Alexandra?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm just loosening it up. My neck muscles are a little tight from hanging like this," she responded.

"I can reposition you or we can finish. I'll leave the choice to you," he said. "I don't want your neck compromised, so answer truthfully. Which is your preference?" he asked concerned, but in a strong tone, expecting her to err on the side of safety if need be.

"I'm good Sir," she said and refocused her thoughts away from the stiffness in her neck, to the light source in her mind.

"Ok then, here we go," Jamison said and finished out the last eight, evenly divided along her thighs.

When he was done, Alexandra could feel the warmth and the tingle that was spread through her ass and thighs. The picking, stinging sensation seemed to increase now that she was no longer actively being spanked.

Jamison came up from behind her and began to rub himself along the crack of her ass. The friction from his jeans rubbing against her tenderized skin and tissue was causing shooting hot streaks of pain to radiate from her spanked, reddened areas throughout her core. She wiggled to move away from the sensation, which only made things worse for her.

Her clit was distended and firm as her arousal increased. Every time he rubbed his cock along the crevice of her ass, she pulled forward and inadvertently rubbed her erect clit into the cushioned cross bench. Electrical charges seemed to be focusing in on her sensitive area. Every time he rubbed along her body, she bumped forward, and set off another jolt of excitement.

As she moaned out in frustration, Jamison eyes darkened, knowing full well what distress his moves caused her was a turn on for him. He pushed against her more firmly, grinding her into the leather cushion. Watching and listening to her aroused discomfort become louder, excited him more. He was rock hard and in his own form of pain, but he wanted to play more before giving into his need for release.

He had tortured himself enough for now. He would move on before his plans changed to meet his needs and not the challenges he had planned for Alexandra. He stepped back and listened as she sighed at the loss of his body, simultaneously relieved from the constant stimulation to her aroused clit.

He unlocked her wrist cuffs and assisted her to a standing position. He held onto her arms until she got her balance back and her blood flow normalized in her head. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms as he held her against his chest.

"Are you holding up okay?" he asked.

She nodded and leaned into him. "Yes Sir."

"Good. Because we're just getting warmed up," he said in a taunting tone. With his hands still holding her arms, he walked her over to the St. Andrews Cross that was now erected in the corner of the room. Alexandra was once again impressed as she noted the base of his desk was the cross. Turning her to face him, he placed her back against the cross and carefully lifted her wrist, attaching them to the upper sections of the cross. Then he took each ankle and placed them into the ankle locks at the base of the cross.

Jamison stepped back and looked at Alexandra's naked form attached to his cross. The deep black wood was in complete contrast to her milky white skin. He watched as her eyes glazed over with a look of complete resolve and submission knowing she was about to feel more of what Jamison had to offer. The anticipation of what was next increased her excitement level.

For Alexandra, the tension and promise of the unknown peeked her senses. She was a control freak in her professional life. Here with Jamison, she gave him the control, the power, and the decision. She felt the throbbing beat between her legs heightened as she watched his every move. Her cheeks became flushed and her breaths were coming faster as she saw what was on the side table. Her lips, full and wet as she ran her tongue across them, make his cock pulse. He wished it was him she was licking with that sweet tongue.

Christ, he wondered, who am I tormenting more, me or her?

He watched carefully as her chest went up and down with each breath. He looked closely at her lovely full breasts and decided he would have to taste them before going any further. He moved closer to her and leaned his face right in front of hers.

"Alexandra, love, do you know how beautiful you are? Do you know how perfect and lovely you look on my cross? Can you imagine how sexy you are right now and how much I can't wait to fuck you?" he asked. "I will fuck you tonight love, but only after we challenge your resolve a bit more," he said as he ran his fingers lightly along the slit of her pussy. At that same time, he placed his lips over her nipple and kissed it, pulled it between his lips, and sucked it into his mouth.

He sucked hard and tight on her nipple as his fingers glided between her labia and ever so lightly, stroked along her wet inner lips. The feather like touch of his fingers was the exact opposite of the heat and tension he caused as he pinched down on her nipple with his mouth. He sucked so hard, she cried out and her head fell forward and then flung back as she shrieked from the sensations that shot from her nipple to her sex over and over as he tightened his hold on her little bud and pulled at it.

"Enough of that," he said. He gave her a wickedly sexy, with a devilish grin as he picked up the rest of the items he had chosen. Returning to Alexandra he placed the tape next to the base of the cross. She watched his movements closely, but missed the crop that he carried along side of his leg.

"Alexandra," he quietly called her name. When she lifted her eyes from the tape to look at him, he brought his hand up and revealed the crop he held. They had used with crops before and, for the most part, she learned to tolerate the quick sting and bite they caused. She almost preferred the crop to the paddle. With the crop, the pain was concentrated to the area the crop hit. It wasn't spread over a wide area like the paddle. She found she liked that localized intensity much more. It was pointed, clean, and the impact was focused...exactly like her.

Jamison looked at the surprise that registered on her face and then followed her eyes as they went from the crop in his hand, to his eyes. Immediately, she knew he had something new in mind for their crop play. She closed her eyes and willed her body to calm itself. She could feel her ass and thigh muscles start to tremor first. Then it seemed to cascade through the rest of her body until she was quivering all over.

"Open your eyes love," Jamison said quietly as he noted her body trembling.

Her eyes opened as she felt the cool, smooth leather trace along the side of her cheek and jaw line. Jamison lightly stroked the keeper over her neck and down her chest, until it came to rest on the peaked nipple he had just sucked. Softly, he teased her nipple as he watched her closely.

"Do you trust me Alexandra?" he asked calmly.

"Yes Sir," she said with a nervous voice.

"Then you're ready to continue?" he asked.

She bit her lip. "Yes Sir, I'm ready."

"Good girl," he said before he smiled and lifted the crop from her.

With a practiced flick of his wrist, the leather raised off her nipple a few inches before he flicked his wrist down and the keeper slapped off her nipple, causing a thousand stings of pain to fire through her.

She gasped at the direct stab of pain, heat, and electricity that initiated at that site, only to explode into cutting slashes of pain that radiated throughout her body's core. She cried out as he flicked the crop two more times, hitting her nipple in succession.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she screamed with each blow and her legs began to shake. Her hands were clenched into fists and her toes and feet arched tightly, her knees bent forward slightly and then straightened back as she reacted to the sharp strikes to her breast. Her body bowed forward as far as it could with the locked restraints holding her to the cross.

"You look so beautiful, so sexy when you arch toward me asking for more. You want more don't you Alexandra?" he said, as he stroked the leather tress down her body, over her abdomen, then over her mons, coming to rest just above the meeting point of her pussy lips. Jamison made a tickling motion with the crop's soft leather keeper. He watched as the moisture that had gathered on her skin, wet the leather, darkening its color. Smiling as he saw the wet pink tip of her clit exposed from between her puffy lips.

He lifted the crop from her and immediately brought it back down, causing her to cry out and tears to form in her eyes. He waited a few seconds and observed her response to the pain. She recovered quickly from his blows. Her eyes were closed now, but tears began to shed and slowly streak her face, forming wet paths down her cheeks.

Jamison watched closely as she once again controlled her breathing and tried to lift her head straight. When he felt she was ready to continue, he snapped the crop off her sensitive bud twice, with lightning fast speed. Immediately, he followed it with three more rapid stings of the crop. One on top of the other.

"Snap, snap," a split second of quiet, "then snap, snap, snap." The sound of the crop hitting her wet flesh was a clear, crisp crack.

"Fuck, stop," she cried out. "Please Sir, stop," she said.

"Use your safe word," he said forcefully. He waited several seconds and when she didn't safe word out, he informed her, "Stop does not mean stop here. Use your safe word."

Again he waited and watched. Her eyes were closed. She was making every attempt to regain her mental and physical control over her body. He hesitated before stepping close to her and asking, "Are you safe wording, Alexandra?"

He was met with silence from her. He looked closely at her facial expression. It registered pain for sure, but it didn't express that she truly wanted to stop here. "Alexandra," he said, in an attempt to focus her attention on him.

Finally, she opened her eyes, looked at him and leaned her face forward. She licked her lips and then kissed him, biting his lower lip rather hard. He pulled back and tried to hold back a laugh, but he gave in and laughed.

"I take that to mean, you are not safe wording my love?" he said it in a way that was more question than statement.

"No," she said as she shook her head in a negative response.

"Good girl, I'm very proud of you," he said. Then he placed the crop down and picked up the bondage tape. Pulling the bullet vibe from his pocket, he placed it between her lips and rested its head just below her clit, barely touching her little bud. Then he tore off two pieces of tape and secured it in place. Alexandra watched intently as he methodically placed the tape over the vibe and across her pussy holding the silver vibrator in place. Its size was deceiving, its power intense. She breathed deeply as she prepared herself for what came next.

When he turned it on low and stood there watching her, she almost thought to ask for the crop again. He didn't say a word to her. He silently watched as she fought the battle not to come. Her head moved from side to side. She bit down on her lip to alter her focus from the sensations shooting through her pussy and concentrating in her clit. It was almost unbearable.

She felt Jamison come closer, but she couldn't open her eyes to look at him. He watched as a thin gleam of perspiration built over her lip and down her neck. His eyes smiled as he saw how hard and dark her nipples became. Her breathing increased and her abdominal muscles tightened. Then he began his commands.

"Look at me."

She bit her lip harder. Her fingers tightened into clenched fists. Barely able to focus, she opened her eyes and looked into his. His eyes were dark and serious. He gazed into her deep blue eyes as he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her sex, and pushed the vibe upward. Holding the vibrating head against her clit, he watched as her facial muscles clenched and she began to shake all over.

"Do you want to come?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said as he flipped the vibe up to the next speed.

Her legs gave out and her body weight hung from her wrists and the locked leather cuffs. Every muscle fiber in her body was firing and she couldn't focus on anything other than the tension and sensations centered in the tiny little tissue between her legs. Her tummy quivered and her breathing came in little gasps of air.

"Please Sir, may I come?" she begged.

He slid his hand over the vibe, cupping it more firmly to her sex and slowly moved his hand in circles. His fingers teased her puffy lips while the base of his palm pressed and released the tip of the bullet to the head of her clit. Her body bucked in its restraints and she cried out his name. He waited a few moments before he relented.

Flicking the little black button up once more, the sound of the vibration became more rapid. Alexandra made twisting movements with the core of her body and waist, but Jamison held the silver tube-like vibe in place. He watched as her face contorted into tightly clenched muscles. Her brow furrowed. Her full lips squeezed tightly. Her pert little nose wrinkled up. Then he saw her tell that orgasm was imminent. She bit the inside of her cheek and arched her head back.

"Come," he commanded of her.

Heat and sharp electrical like currents flew from her sex, to every point of her body. The warm fluid flushed from her vagina and coated her pussy, his hand, and her inner thighs. She gasped and moaned throughout her orgasm as her body practically convulsed. Her body overly sensitized from their play session, had a will of its own and she had no ability to control it. She collapsed in the restraints.

She couldn't see anything. Her body had zero energy to move. Her eyes remained closed and the only sense that appeared to work was her hearing. She heard as Jamison shut down the vibrator and removed the tape. Then she felt him as he took the vibe from between her lips.

"I'm going to take you down now baby," he told her. "First, your ankles, then your wrists. Try not to completely collapse until I have a good hold on you," he said.

He unlocked her ankles and quickly flipped the locks holding her wrist cuffs to the cross. He had his arms around her before her body was clear of the wooden cross. Lifting her into his arms, he walked over and sat on the sofa, holding her securely in his embrace. Her head rested against his chest and he could feel the warmth of her breath caress him.

"Alexandra, talk to me for a minute and then I'll let you rest," he said as he began to run his hands over the surface of her body. He massaged her shoulders and arms, lightly rubbing around her wrists and checking the skin surface that was under the cuff. He worked his way down the front of her body and then her thighs. Bending her at the knees, he was able to examine her ankle areas. Everything appeared fine.

All the while he looked her over and massaged her, he asked her questions and she said yes or no, or gave some interpretable sound that Jamison found acceptable as an answer. When he felt assured that all was well, he helped her take two Motrin, drink a bottle of water, and eat a banana. Then her got up, laid her on the couch and turned her on her belly. Kneeling next to her, he examined the skin on her bottom and the backs of her thighs. He took the cream that Mrs. Miller placed next to their toys and began to massage her back, buttocks, and thighs.

She moaned in approval as the cold luscious cream pulled the heat from her body. In minutes, she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Not what he had planned, but he could wait a few hours to take what he wanted from her. He'd let her rest now, because he still had some unfinished plans for their play date. As he completed her massage, he took inventory of the marks that might remain for more than a day or so. There were three or four in total. The majority would be faded, if not gone, by this time tomorrow, he thought.

She would be sensitive for a day or two, especially her nipples, clit, and ass. Otherwise, she should be fine with some fluids, food, and a few hours of rest.

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A few hours later, Alexandra wakened. Jamison was playing with her hair and whispering in her ear. "Wake up my sleeping beauty," he said as she blinked her eyes. His hand was wrapping her hair around his fist and he gently pulled it up until her mouth was within inches of his. He kissed her slowly at first, but quickly was in need to taste more of her, her mouth, her neck, and her breasts, all of her. He's waited long enough and he wanted her now.

"Alexandra, are you awake and ready to have some more fun?" he asked as he breathed in her scent.

She smiled up at him and his dark eyes, and dangerous looking smile. "Yes Sir," she said as she attempted to stretch out and loosen up her muscles.

He released her hair from his fist and helped her off the couch. Slowly, he circled behind her as she stood immobile waiting for his directions. She could hear his belt release from his pants, the zipper lowered. His fingers slid slowly along the length of her spine, tracing the boney prominences as he continued down her back. He stopped at the top of her ass and traced his fingers over the dimples on each side of her lower back. Placing his fingers along the crack between her buttocks, he slowly, with the lightest of touches, traced it down under the natural fleshy curve of her body.




Learning the Rules Ch. 10



His fingers didn't stop until he reached between her legs and felt her warmth and her sex. Sliding two fingers between her lips, her wetness met him immediately. He didn't hesitate. He had waited long enough to have her. He pressed his finger over her lips and as they parted he slid his fingers in as he took a deep breath in and exhaled.

She held still, sighing as his fingers entered her and her eyes closed. Wanting him inside of her, not his fingers, not his tongue, but his cock, she took in a deep breath. She wanted her Dom inside her. She wanted to give him what he wanted from her, what he needed from her. He felt her body tense, and then relax at his touch. She tensed around his fingers again.

"What do you want love?" he asked as he slowly teased his fingers in a circular motion inside her vagina.

"I want whatever pleases you Sir," she answered in a soft, breathy voice.

"Aren't you the good little sub after your workout and your nap?" he teased. "Maybe I should keep you so busy that you'll be so sweet to me all of the time," he continued to play with her verbally and physically.

"I'm always sweet to you Sir," she giggled. "Aren't I?" she taunted him back with her own teasing words.

"I don't know that I would go that far Alexandra," he said. Sliding his fingers in and out of her, he watched her body react to him. "But for now, I'm going to accept it and be thankful. I want you too much to examine your sweet disposition."

He slid his fingers from her and moments later, she felt the warm head of his cock brushing against her soft full pussy lips. His hands on her hips, he entered her, but only barely.

"I want to fuck you now my sweet sub. Fuck me, push back and take me inside yourself," he directed. "I want to feel you wrapped around my cock and holding me tight in your warm little pussy."

"Yes Sir," she said as she bent slightly at her waist and backed onto his erect cock. "Fuck," she whispered for his ears only, as she pushed back on him. She felt him fill her, yet wanting more than she can get on her own, she asked, "Will you fuck me hard please Sir?"

That's all the encouragement he needed to give her what they both wanted. What he'd been waiting for for hours. Without a word, he yanked back on her hips, slamming his pelvis forward into her. The head of his cock striking against her cervix as he entered her hard and fast. She moaned and grasped his hands as they held her hips in place. Even as his groin struck her with bruising violence, she called his name wanting more of him. Pausing, he withdrew slightly, then slammed into her again, and again, hammering against her and filling her completely.

"Please," was all that she could say, as she took in a short breath and he continued his hard, driving thrusts into her. She moaned as he entered her, over and over. She cried out again, "More please."

He fucked her with violent purpose, the force of his thrusts lifting her weight from her feet and pressing her further onto the side table she had gripped in order to hold herself in place against the force of his thrusts.

Jamison was overcome with need and desire to take her, sink into her, and fill her until their bodies couldn't be distinguished as two separate beings. He wanted her more than ever and he wanted her in a hard and almost dark way. He'd never needed anyone the way he needed Alexandra. The only reason he could think of was because she had done so well tonight. She was so trusting and giving to him that her sub behavior made him desire her so much more. Although, deep down, he knew it was more than that.

The library was still and the only sounds to be heard were sounds of wild, hard, passionate, and animalistic sex between two people who were working as one. His balls swung under her as he slammed into her forcefully again, they slapped against her clit as he felt them draw tight. His fingers dug into her hips tighter leaving red marks that would be small bruises in the morning.

She pushed back against him with every thrust, feeling the impact of him inside her even as his body collided into her and she was pushed forward. She had only one thought and that was Jamison thrusting so deep and so hard inside her that she felt like she was literally going to break. Alexandra could focus only on the feeling he caused inside her. It was a combination of forceful, filling pain, and deep passion that came from wanting to give him everything she had, everything he wanted, everything he needed from his sub, from his woman.

As he continued to dominate her pussy, all she could do was accept him into her and give her body over to him to use as he saw fit. She realized, for the first time, in her heart and in her mind, that she belonged to him. Body and soul, she wanted to belong to him.

She moaned, "Fuck, oh fuck, Sir."

Her body began to shiver as he reached his right hand up to squeeze her breast and play hard with her nipple. His left hand slid from her hip to her mons, then south to her clit. He teased her with a few light strokes before he completely altered his touch.

"FUCK," she yelled out as he tightly grasped her nipple in one hand and her clit in the other. Pinching rhythmically, he completely owned her body. Her head fell back to his shoulder and her body continued to jolt as he maintained his forceful pounding. He continuously tortured her nipple until it felt like it is on fire. Her clit was throbbing so hard from his pinch that she tried to remove his hand from her.

"No," he called out in a harsh rush of air and sound.

Alexandra dropped her hand to her side and was caught up in the frenzy that was occurring in her body. She was tortured between being on fire and being frozen. Her clit was beyond sensitive and she was bordering on pain and submersion into the white space that was so close to clouding her mind.

Let go, just let go, and enjoy his ways. Enjoy yourself. She told herself in a quiet scream in her own mind. Fucking let go and allow him to control you. Give yourself to his wants.

"Come for me," he grunted through gritted teeth. "Come for me or I'll stop." His strokes slow, but the force didn't. He kept her on the edge of paradise for an unknown period of time. A slow, pleasurable torture that took her to the white space.

She pushed back to feel all of him. Clenching tightly, holding him inside her, she reached down and stroked her clit over his hand. This time, he allowed her to touch herself with him. As he demanded her to come, she released her tension and her cunt spasmed around him. She came as he thrust into her several more times.

Feeling her release, he entered her with short, quick motions, working the head of his cock against the depths of her silken inner core. Jamison pulled her back against him as his balls tighten, sending the first shot of hot cum into her.

Alexandra felt the warmth of his cum and she tightened around him, milking his cock as he came. Reaching between her legs to squeeze and massage his balls, she heard his moan at her touch. A moan that told her she too had power over him, as much as, he had over her. A smile crossed her face as she continued to float on her cloud, high above everything but sound and touch.

Grinding against her, burying his cock in her one last time, he felt her yield to him completely. Releasing her clit and allowing her hand to take over, he smacked her ass cheek as his cum continued to flow in warm jets into her, coating her silken walls with another layer of softness.

Feeling the last of his cum rush into her as he slapped her ass again, hitting over the already tender sweet spot he brought to life earlier that evening. He continued to grind his cock into her as if he were leaving his mark inside of her.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered into her ear as he pulled her tightly against his chest.

"Yes, yes I do," she barely whispered back as she tried to catch her breath. Reaching back to grasp his ass and pull him into her tighter she said, "And so do you, don't you?"

"Turn around," he said, as he slipped from inside of her warmth. Pulling back from her, his fingertips lingering on her face, tracing along her cheek and then over her lips. "Yes, I do like that. I like everything about you Alexandra."

As she turned, she touched his face. She smiled, "Thank you for that Sir."

Pressing his lips to her, he pulled her lower lip into his mouth, bit it lightly, his hands fell to her sides and he held her tightly to him. She stroked her fingers along his back, resting her hands on the curve of his ass. She held him to her and unexpectedly, kissed his nose.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Just something I've wanted to do for some time now. It seemed like it was the right time," she said as she smiled into his warm eyes and smiling face.

Jamison reached for a bottle of water. He opened it and drank half of it without stopping. Holding the bottle up to Alexandra's mouth, he had her take a long drink. Placing a thick blanket on the leather sofa, he pulled Alexandra close to him. His arms enveloped her and he held her tightly. His skin against her skin. He closed his eyes and started to fade. Alexandra could feel his breath slow as his body relaxed. She closed her eyes and started to drift. In a few minutes both were soundly sleeping. Their bodies again merged as one.

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