3 comments/ 6403 views/ 2 favorites The First Encounter Ch. 02 By: ElleMonroe I bite my nails restlessly as I wait for Adrian to appear in my Psychology course. For the past two weeks--ever since my training began--Adrian sits with me during Psychology. I'm not sure why he does it, and the one time I asked, he just gave me the Look--the one that tells me to stop talking or receive a punishment. It's not that I mind him being with me, I enjoy it, but he is very distracting. With just his touch, he can make me forget all about my professor's lecture, and focus only on what he's doing. He'll lean over and whisper in my ear, telling me to pay attention, but as he traces small circles along my inner thigh, I can barely do anything more than try not to moan out loud. But today will be different. Not because he told me so, but because he gave me a special gift last night when he came over to my apartment. A gift that he specifically asked me to wear today in class. What is the gift? A pair of white panties. They didn't seem particularly interesting when he gave them to me, maybe it's just a simple test on whether or not I can follow orders. This morning, as I got dressed, I noticed they did seem a bit off, but I could not pay much attention as I was rushing to class, already five minutes late. Luckily for me, Adrian hadn't been here. "All right class, let's begin," Professor Morgan announces as he pushes his small cart to the center of the room where his projector is set up. I frown, watching the door slam shut behind him. Where is Adrian? "We'll be finishing A Beautiful Mind today and a short quiz will be given next Tuesday over the movie. If there are any questions, see me after class." The lights flicker off as the movie begins. I relax back in my seat, ready to enjoy the easy class period, when my phone vibrates. I tug it out of my pocket and quickly read the text. Adrian: You were late, I owe you for that later. Did you follow my instructions? My heart races as I peer around the room, but I can't see through the darkness, even with the illumination from the projector. Me: Yes. Adrian: Good girl. Do you remember my rules? The rules were simple. I'm only allowed to call him Adrian if we are not in private setting. Do not lie to him about anything. Do not cum without his permission. Always, if I feel the need, use my safe word. There were others besides those, but those were the four that he wanted me to learn first. I type out a quick reply. Me: Yes. I expect a quick reply, but one never comes. Maybe he plans to see me after class. I drop my phone on my desk, already tuning into the movie when I feel the first jolt. I sit up straight in my seat, drawing the eyes of a few classmates that are sitting a few seats down from me, but they don't know what's going on. The panties are vibrating. Squeezing my legs together, I stifle a moan, biting down on my fist as I try to ignore the buzzing right on my clit. No matter how I move, it moves with me, the ache blooming low in my belly. Wherever he is, Adrian must have the remote. He turns it up, the sound of it drowned out by the audio of the movie. Uncrossing my legs, I do moan out loud as he turns the dial up, the vibrations getting stronger. Then they stop. I pant, trying to catch my breath as I fight the urge to rub my throbbing clit. It would be so easy for me to slip a hand beneath my skirt and rub maybe once or twice. I can practically feel the orgasm looming. To my right, a figure is slowly making their way towards me, issuing apologies to to a few people as he brushes by them. A wave of awareness crashes over me as I hear his voice. Everyone in the room fades to the background as Adrian sits next to me, a small controller in his tattooed hand. "Ashley," he whispers, resting his elbows on his knees. My body gravitates towards him without my doing. It's his tone that's driving me crazy. The same tone he uses when we're alone in his bedroom. The one he uses when he's chastising my eagerness, and the one he uses when he makes me beg to cum. With a flick of his thumb, he turns it back on, but with his free hand, he tugs my desk closer to his and interlocks his fingers with mine. He leans closer to me, his lips just beneath the shell of my ear. "D'you want to cum?" I squeeze my thighs together again, the moisture seeping past the thin barrier of my panties. I nod vigorously, even as he chuckles softly. "Was that supposed to be an answer?" He asks turning the speed up. He turns my face quickly, kissing me harshly just as a cry spills from my lips. Luckily, a musical score is playing in the movie. "Answer me," he demands pulling just a few centimeters away, his eyes searching mine. "Yes!" I say through gritted teeth as I squeeze his hand tighter. He has to know what this is doing to me. "Would you do anything I asked if I let you cum?" "Yes sir." Even in the dim lighting, with his face so close to mine, I can see his pupils dilate at my words. He's not as unaffected by this as I thought. "Would you suck my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?" He asks letting my hand go to trace my lips with his thumb before slipping it inside. I dutifully suck on it. He turns the power up. "Yes sir!" "In front of everyone in this room?" He asks. "I'll do anything," I whisper. "Please, sir." "Grab your stuff." He switches the vibrator off, pocketing the remote as he stands to his full height. I quickly stuff my things in my bag, my heart racing as I follow him out into the hall, ignoring the curious glances thrown in our direction. As a TA, Adrian has his own office in the English building. When we reach it, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, entering before I do. He keeps the lights off as he crosses the room and Leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. The difference in him is palpable. In my class, he exuded a sexual aura, but it was friendly and restrained, but now an aura of menace radiates from him. He's no longer Adrian, but my Sir. I close my and drop my stuff, waiting for his instructions. I lower my gaze, focusing on his feet. "On your knees." I drop down, assuming the position: knees shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind my back. "Come to me." I crawl over on my hands and knees until I am just inches away. This reminds me of the first time I kneeled for him. Though it was only a few weeks ago, it feels like it was yesterday when he invited me over to his place, just to get my journal back. Pushing off the desk, Adrian circles me like a predator might do its prey. Leaning forward, he unclasps the buttons of my shirts, pushing the material off my shoulders. I shiver at his touch, trying my hardest not to move from my position. The bra comes off next, and the cool air of his office makes my nipples harden. Standing back in front of me, I listen as he unbuttons his black jeans, pushing them down to his thighs. His shirt joins mine on the floor and I salivate at the thought of his muscular, tattooed chest. "Look at me." I look up obediently, watching the light green of his eyes darken to a mossy shade. He takes his cock in hand, running his fist up and down the length of it. In his other hand is the remote. He turns it on to medium. Without an audience, I don't hold back my moans of pleasure. With my knees so far apart, the vibrations send a direct current through my pussy. "Take me," he says dropping the remote on his desk. "Take my cock." I open my mouth eagerly, sucking the head, running my tongue over the slit as a drop of pre cum appears. He groans, a broken, rough sound in the back of his throat. I can't help but to take more of him. I want to please him more than anything. Wrapping his fist in my hair, he regulates the tempo, pushing my head further down the length of his cock as he fucks my mouth. I moan around him, the buzzing on my clit and his rough treatment sending shockwaves through my body. Slowly, he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth until my lips are wrapped around the base. His hand tightens in my hair for just a moment before he drops it and encircles my throat. Tears burn my eyes as I struggle to keep him in my throat, fighting my gag reflex. When he gives a slight squeeze to my throat, I choke, making him growl as he pulls out. Yanking me up by my hair, he bends me over the desk, bunching the skirt at my hips as he yanks my panties down. "Beg." He's behind me now, rubbing his cock between my folds. Every time he brushes over my clit, I jump just a little, and he lays a restraining hand on my hip. SMACK. I yelp in surprise as he slaps the right side of my ass in punishment for not doing as he asked. "Please fuck me, sir," I whisper as my legs buckle, threatening to give out. "Not good enough." He slaps my ass again in the same spot. I moan, pressing my upper body against his desk, lifting my ass in the air. "Please sir, I need you!" The throbbing in my clit has increased to the point that I can barely think straight. SMACK. "Say it again!" "I need you sir, please!" SMACK. "Again!" SMACK. "Oh God! Please fuck me! I need your cock inside me! Please sir!" Finally, he positions himself at my opening and thrusts inside to the hilt. I cry out, clawing at the desk as he pulls out, just until only the head of his cock is still inside me, then slams back in. Adrian exhales, fucking me harder and harder as I fight the urge to climax without permission. The friction of the desk against my sensitive nipples brings me close to the brink, but I fight the urge, knowing the punishment if I disobey him. Yanking me up by my hair, he wraps a possessive hand around the column of my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to block my airways. Even as I fight for oxygen, I drench his cock with my juices. "Are you ready to cum?" He growls in my ear, releasing his hold on my neck. I gulp in air, the throbbing between my legs increasing. "Please!" I pant. It's the only word I can get out. He slips a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in fast circles. "Go ahead. Cum for me." It is like my body was waiting for his permission because as soon as the words are out of his mouth, I cry out as waves and waves of ecstasy wash over me. He pushes me back onto the desk, slamming his cock in and out of me as I spasm. Adrian is close now, his cock thickening inside of me. With just two more powerful thrusts, he ejaculates, jets of his hot seed spilling inside of me. We are both panting as we finally come down. I can't help the smile that blooms on my face. *********************************************************** "Are you coming to Joshua's party tonight?" Rory asks as she curls another lock of her long blonde hair with the straightener. "I'll have to ask Adrian if it's okay," I say pulling out my phone. "I'm sure he won't mind." This is one of the problems I hoped to avoid. With the type of relationship Adrian and I have, sometimes my friends don't understand why I might have to ask his approval. Of course, they think it's because he has jealousy issues, but I know it has more to do with my discipline than anything else. The doorbell rings and Rory saunters off to answer it. I can hear Denise and Nicole walking in, speaking excitedly about the frat party. "Ash! Why aren't you dressed yet?" Denise asks staring down at me with wide eyes. "We're supposed to leave in like fifteen minutes." "She's afraid her precious Adrian won't approve." If they knew what he could do with a cat o' nine tails, they would be afraid too. "I promise that I won't let you do anything that will make your boyfriend angry," Rory offers. She holds up two fingers. "Scout's honor." I grin. "You were never a scout." ***************************************************************************** The party is in full swing by the time we get there. Guys and girls are dancing on the floor, others along the walls sipping from red cups. I recognize a few of my friends near the keg. "Ash!" Donny shouts revealing a set of perfect teeth. "You want a drink?" I smile and take the offered cup. I take a sip from it, pleasantly surprised that's it is not the bitter taste of cheap beer, but a mixture of juice and vodka. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages!" He says wrapping a scrawny arm around my shoulders. I have known Donny since we were little. He was actually the first boy I ever kissed, but as I grew older and learned more about myself, I knew we would never be able to work. He couldn't fulfill my darker needs. "I know!" I respond happily, taking another gulp from my cup. "How've you been?" "Good. Just ready to graduate, ya know?" I nod, finishing off the rest of my drink before taking his. It might be the fact that I haven't drunk any alcohol since Adrian and I got together that has me doing things I normally wouldn't. But as the alcohol starts to take effect, I stop caring. Donny refills our cups, laughing along with me as we stumble onto the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lose myself to the music. With an arm around my waist, Donny presses me closer, trailing kisses along my neck. Through the buzzing in my brain, I know that this is wrong. "Ash! What are you doing?" Rory's voice penetrates the haze as I feel her clasp my elbow. "Are you drunk?" "What?" I ask, spinning around trying to look at her though she's in three different places. "Drunk? No. I'm fine. Not drunk." "She's fine," Donny says trying to draw me back to his side. Rory glares at Donny, standing her ground. "She has a boyfriend. Just because you got her drunk doesn't mean she's going to cheat on him." "Fuck off. I don't see him here now." "Either you let her go, or I'll bash your fucking face in, you bloody wanker." The haze,the fogginess, all of it is gone when I hear his voice. I feel the heat of his palm on the nape of my neck as he draws me backward into his embrace. Rory is looking smugly at Donny, and Donny is trying to look tough, but he is no match for Adrian. But in this moment, none of that matters. I'm in a shit load of trouble. I can feel it in the way that Adrian is holding me. His body is tense, poised, ready to strike if Donny even makes the slightest move towards me. "I'll see you around, Ash," Donny says walking away. "I think I'm going to take Ashley to my place tonight," Adrian tells Rory. "She's had too much to drink." "Call me tomorrow and let me know how she's doing. She's probably going to have a massive hangover." Without another word, Adrian leads me out of the word, not releasing me until we reach his car. I stumble a bit as he opens the car door, his green eyes gleaming with anger. "Do not speak. Get. In. The. Car." I do so without hesitation, buckling my seatbelt as Adrian slides into the driver's side, starting the engine. Music blares to life, but he punches a button on the dash, silencing it. The gentle rocking of the car has me clutching my stomach, the nausea churning, but it's not ready to come up yet. We reach Adrian's place in record time. Coming around to my side, he opens the doors, helping me out. Lifting me into his arms, he slams the car door with his foot and carries me up the flight of stairs to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he carries me inside, straight to the bathroom where he lifts the toilet seat and places me on the floor in front of it. At just the sight of it, I puke. Adrian holds my hair back from my face, rubbing my back in soothing circles as I purge all the alcohol from my system. "I'm so sorry," I say as I pass out. ************************************************* When I wake up in the morning, it feels like stampeding elephants are having a field day in my head. I sit up with a grimace, surprised to find myself in the warm confines of a bed. I blink and rub my eyes, trying to get my bearings as I glance around the spacious bedroom. A few black and white photos hang on the wall, depicting classic structures in London. I freeze. London. Adrian. I glance to my right, but Adrian isn't sleeping beside me. It doesn't even appear as though anyone had slept there at all. I climb out of the bed, smoothing out the front of Adrian's band shirt. Tip-toeing out of the guest bedroom, I spot Adrian lounging in his favorite chair, my journal in his hands. I sometimes wonder why he still reads it when he has read it cover to cover at least a dozen times. His hair is damp, like he just got out of the shower, and he's barefoot, wearing only a pair of slim fitting jeans. I ache at the sight of him. Normally, he would want me to come over to him, but now I'm frozen in place, unsure what to do next. Adrian glances up from my journal, his eyes meeting mine before I hesitantly drop my gaze to the floor. I remember everything from last night. "Sir, I--" "Did I give you permission to speak?" He asks, his accent grown thicker with his anger. I immediately shut my mouth, fighting the urge to cry. I hate displeasing him. I should have trusted my instincts and not gone to that party or at least called him. "Go shower and dress. I expect you back in thirty minutes." He ignores me now, his dismissal cutting me deep. In the bathroom, I cut on the taps to the shower, stripping out of his clothes. I climb in, allowing the shower to wash away last night's bad decisions. Though I am physically clean, I know I won't feel better until I have earned Adrian's forgiveness. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I wash my face and brush my teeth, before entering into the guest bedroom where some of my clothes are stored. My head is still pounding, but I won't complain. Pulling on a strapless, nude lace bra, I put on the matching panties. Next, I grab a green sweater from the closet--since it reminds me of his eyes--and a black mini skirt. Twisting my hair up into a knot, I walk back into the living room. Sparing me a glance, Adrian holds out his hand. "Here, take these. I'm sure you have a massive headache." I take the offered pills, downing them with a glass of water. I take the glass to the kitchen, rinsing it out before placing it on the counter and returning to my spot next to Adrian. He sighs heavily, placing my journal face down in his lap as he regards me. "Kneel." I drop down in front of him, my head bowed. "You disappointed me, love. I expected more from you." He sits forward, reaching out to place a finger beneath my chin and lift my head so that I can see his face. "I'm so disappointed in you." My hands are shaking, my eyes watering and spilling over at his words. "D'you have anything to say?" "I'm sorry," I blurt out shaking my head. "I'm so sorry, Sir." He gives me an impassive look. My apology means nothing to him. "D'you deserve to be punished?" "Yes Sir." He arches a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "D'you want me to punish you?" "Yes Sir." He shakes his head, his eyes growing hard. "And you were learning so well." ******************************************** Hi! I'm sorry it took so long for me to put up the next part of the First Encounter. I wasn't sure exactly where I was going with it, but now I have a solid idea. Please leave any thoughts in the comments. I do appreciate anything you say. Cheers! -EM The First Encounter Ch. 03 His disappointment is like a tangible force wrapped around me. Even after all of my classes for the day, I can still hear his words, see the anger in his eyes after the night at the party. I deserve whatever punishment he deems fit. After classes, I don't bother going home first, but instead head directly to Adrian's place. Turning into the parking lot, I cut off the engine and just sit, thinking about what's to come next. I like to believe that after these past few weeks with Adrian, I'm used to his punishments. Though I have never done anything too bad, I know that this time will be different. Sighing, I drop my keys in my purse, pulling out a rubber band to tie my hair up and out of my face. My heart races as I get out of the car. I climb up the stairs, smiling at an elderly woman as she walked past me. As I stand in front of Apartment 17, I finger the key in my pocket, trying not to panic. Taking a deep breath, I dig out my key and unlock the door. The lights are off when I enter and it doesn't look like Adrian is here. I drop my bag on the table by the door before walking into the kitchen. There is a note on the kitchen counter, a simple piece of copy paper with Adrian's handwriting on it. 'A, I'll be back at eight. Bathe, prepare yourself, and wait for me in your spot.' I glance over at the clock on the wall, noting the time. Dropping the letter, I walk into the spare bedroom and strip, placing all of my clothes in the hamper before entering the bathroom. After getting out of the tub, I dry off quickly, twisting my hair up into a knot and pinning it in place. Grabbing my lotion, I spread it all over my skin, rubbing it in. I place the silk cushion on the floor in front of Adrian's bedroom door. I kneel on it, tucking my legs beneath me. Clearing my thoughts, I inhale and exhale, listening as a key is inserted in the deadbolt, twisting until the lock slides free. I interlace my fingers behind my back and stare down at the floor, listening to Adrian's footsteps. I long to look up, to see his eyes, to reassure myself that despite what's coming, he still wants me. But I don't dare look up. My punishment will be a lot worse. Adrian drops his keys and moves past me to get into his bedroom before slamming the door shut behind him. He doesn't speak, nor does he even touch me in any way as he passes. Sadness blooms in my chest as I fight the urge to get up and go after him. I feel so worthless kneeling him. Any other day, we might be playing, enjoying ourselves right now, but because of my stupid mistake, I have to be punished. My knees begin to ache from my prolonged position, but I don't complain, and I don't shift my position. It seems like forever before Adrian opens the bedroom door, being careful not to touch me as he goes to sit in his chair. He sighs and the sound wraps around me, the first sound I have heard him make since this morning. I try not to react to him, but it's hard. "Come here." His voice is harsh, his words a rough command. I spring into action, crawling over to him before kneeling between his legs. I can feel the difference in him today from yesterday when he surprised me in class. Yesterday, he was happy, but today, I feel his anger, brewing just beneath the surface. The legs of his leather pants are tucked into his scuffed black boots, and although I can only see just to his waist, he's wearing a slim-fit black, cotton shirt. He shifts to the edge of his chair. Adrian folds his hands in his lap, and I can practically feel his gaze on me. We stay like this for some time, but after a few minutes, he finally addresses me. "What would have happened at that party if your friend or I weren't there?" I tremble, hearing the underlining malice in his voice. "I-I wouldn't have done a-anything." Sighing, he reaches up and pulls the pin from my hair, running his fingers through the ends of my hair. "I think I'm in a forgiving mood." He wraps my hair around his fist, pulling it roughly so I look up at him. I gasp, shivering at his treatment. "When I ask you a question, you answer it truthfully. D'you understand?" "Yes sir." "Now, what would have happened at the party if your friend or I weren't there?" I want to look away from his penetrating gaze, but his hold on my hair keeps me immobile. "He might have taken advantage of me." "Mm-hmm." He lifts his free hand, skimming his fingers down the center of my chest. With a feather light touch, he circles my left breast with his index and middle finger before pinching my nipple. I gasp as the sharp pain shoots directly to my core. "Arch your back," he whispers gazing down at me impassively. I do so without hesitation. The action causes me to press against the leather of his pants. I can feel the prominent bulge in his pants. He's not as unaffected by this as I thought. "Did I give you permission to go to a party?" He asks releasing my nipple before switching to the opposite one. "No sir." "But you went anyway?" Before I can answer, he lifts his hand and slaps my breast, making me yelp. With just a warning look from him, I quickly resume my position. "Yes sir." "Then you need to be punished, don't you?" I can't help the breathy sigh that leaves my lips. "Yes sir." The corner of his mouth tipped up into a half grin. "Is that what you want? You want me to punish you?" His hand slips between my legs, his sensual fingers rubbing my nether lips, spreading the wetness that he caused. "Yes sir. I need you to punish me." Adrian sits back, regarding me with cool green eyes. The absence of his touch makes me squirm, the ache between my legs building. Reaching on the side of his chair, he grabs and a box and sets it on his lap. It's a hand carved wooden box, with Latin inscriptions across the top. I remember him showing it to me a few weeks ago. He made it one Christmas a few years ago, and in it, he keeps my journal and other items he keeps for my submission. Adrian removes the top, pulling out a gold, metal collar with a single O ring on it. I sit up straighter at the sight of it, already anticipating the cool metal against my neck. He notices my reaction, but merely smirks, placing the collar on the end table. "You'll have to earn that back, love," he says as he pulls out a ball-gag from the box. "Open." I open my mouth and he presses the red ball against my mouth, pulling the black straps around my head and tightening them in place. "Look at me." I meet his gaze, seeing the love and adoration shining in his own eyes. It calms me, my fear diminishing. "Beautiful." Going back into the box, he pulls out four leather cuffs, the linings made of wool to make them more comfortable. He buckled one onto each of my wrists. Standing, he walks behind me, placing his palm on the small of my back, pushing me forward. Lifting one of my legs, he caresses my calf, kneading the muscles, making me moan. Taking the next cuff, he puts it on before repeating his actions with the other. "Follow me." I wait until he is leading the way to his bedroom before following behind him. Adrian dims the light in the room, grabbing his shirt at the hem before pulling it over his head. He tossed it in a corner and came back to the front of the bed where I still kneeled. "Put your arms behind your back." Doing as he commands, I moan around the gag as he binds my wrists together with a length of chain. He tugs on it, making sure it's firmly in place, then circles round to my front, crouching so he's eye level with me. He pulls the gag from my mouth, tilting my face up. "If at any point you believe I'm pushing you too far, use your safe word. D'you understand?" "Yes sir," I whisper. Leaning forward, he kisses me, a chaste one before he replaces the gag. Just like all of the times before, Adrian's demeanor changes, his eyes darkening to an emerald shade. He stood to his full height and I peered up at him from beneath my lashes, enjoying the view of his chest. He moves out of sight, but I do hear the closet door opening, and the distinctive sound of something leather. I breathe deeply through my nose as he comes behind me. I flinch, feeling the firm, but supple leather on my back. I can't see what he's using, but if I have to guess, I think it's the crop. He runs the tip of the crop up and down my spine, then across my shoulders. He circles me, repeating the process down the center of my chest, over my breasts, and between my thighs. Adrian removes it, but only for a second before he swings the crop, landing a stinging blow on my upper thigh. His next hit lands on my other thigh, my breasts, then in varying places over my stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut after the seventh hit. At first, the hits smarted, but now a pleasurable heat pools in my belly, the warmth spreading through my entire body. Using the flat end of the riding crop, he presses it against my aching clit, rubbing back and forth. I'm shaking, rolling my hips, hoping he will apply more pressure. Adrian removes it, and I groan in frustration, but I cry out in surprise as he lands a smack against my exposed pussy. "This is not about you!" He barks out, landing another hit, this one just a bit harder than the last. "You're a selfish little slut, aren't you?" He drops the crop, wrapping his hand around my throat as he hauls me up and against his chest. His eyes are murderous as he applies pressure, keeping me on my toes as I struggle to right myself. He releases me just long enough to yank off the gag. "I-I'm sorry, s-sir. I wasn't t-thinking." "You never think about anyone but yourself. I'll change that." Undoing the chain that connects my cuffs, Adrian pushes me on the bed, but I can't get any purchase on the bed before Adrian is grabbing my wrists and connecting them to the hooks on the bedposts. He's gone again, but this time, when he returns, I feel multiple strips of leather caressing my back. The cat o' nine tails. My heart races in my chest as I feel him run it over my skin. We've never used this particular instrument before, but I have always been wary of it. In my opinion, the crop is quick, the pain over almost as quickly as it starts. But the nine tails, I can just imagine what the welts will feel like. And with that thought, I can't decide whether to be more afraid, or whether to be excited at the thought. Adrian squeezes my hip lightly, reassuring me without using words, his way of letting me know he's not completely out of control. I relax, ready for what he plans to dish. "Oh fuck!" The first hit lands on my upper back, my skin heating as soon as he pulls back. I ball my fists, trying to calm down, but once I think I'm ready, he swings again and again and again. I sob into the soft sheets, tears spilling down my cheeks. "S-Sir, I'm s-sorry!" I say as he lands a hit on my ass. "Please f-forgive me." Adrian pauses and I feel the bed dip beside me as he looms over me, his body pressed against mine. "Pardon?" "I was stupid and reckless. I'm sorry." I'm crying freely now, but he shushes me, moving my hair out of my face. "It's okay," he says before lifting up. "You can rest now." He undoes the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and I curl up on my side. I tremble as I listen to him rummage around the room. He turns off the lights before climbing into bed with me, wrapping an arm around my waist, tucking me into his side. Immediately, I calm at his touch and fall into a deep sleep. ____________________ The next morning, I wake up, taking a calming breath as I feel Adrian's chest rise and fall at my back. I shift closer to him, an overwhelming sense of rightness washing over me as I hear his contented sigh. "How are you feeling?" Adrian asks, his voice deep and husky from sleep. I turn in his arms, being careful not to rub my back on anything. I lift a hand and trace patterns on his chest, not meeting his eyes. "I'm fine sir." "Be honest with me, love. Are you hurt?" "No!" I exclaim shaking my head, trying to assure him with my eyes. "They don't hurt." "Good. Turn over, let me see." I shift until I lay on my stomach, laying my cheek against my pillow. Adrian props his weight on his elbow, ghosting his fingers over my back. Though they sting a bit at his touch, the feel of them sends a spark of desire through my body. I bite my lip, trying not to let my desire known. I've been selfish, only caring about my own needs, but to be good for him, no, to be a good submissive for him, I have to put his needs above my own. "You did well last night." "Thank you sir." Adrian traces the contours of my back, dipping down until he squeezes my ass, inching his hands lower to where my thighs are spread. I can feel his cock hardening against my side, the thick shaft pulsing slightly. I want, more than anything, to please him, to show him that I know what's expected of me. "May I please you, sir?" Adrian tenses beside me. I can practically feel his shock at my question, but he quickly recovers, laying flat on his back as I straddle his thigh. His cock is in my face, the delicious, musky scent of it making me salivate as I wait for permission. The anticipation of seeing the ecstasy cloud his features has me rocking against his thigh, the coarse hairs rubbing against the sensitive lips of my cunt. "Look at me and open your eyes." I do and watch his pupils dilate as he fists the base of his cock and angles it towards my mouth. I close my mouth around him, running my tongue over the underside and all over the head as I suck more into my mouth. He places a guiding hand in my hair, keeping me at a tempo of his liking. Before long, I'm taking majority of his cock in my mouth and his low growls of approval are growing louder. I fight past my gag reflex, relaxing my throat muscles as he pushes deeper, trying to control my breathing, but I soon realize that the more he loses control, the wetter I become. My pussy is practically sliding over his thigh at this point, the friction bringing me close to the edge. "That's it," he grits out between clenched teeth. Finally, I take all of him, the length of him entering my throat. I hum around him, enjoying the way the vein in his throat is practically pulsing as he fights not to cum. It sends a thrill through me knowing that I'm pleasing him. I choke and he pulls me up by my hair, moaning as I bathe his cock in my saliva. He pushes my head back down, then tugs up, repeating the process over and over, until he holds my head still and begins thrusting up, fucking my face. I moan around him, the need to cum washing over me as I writhe against his thigh, but I feel so empty. I need him inside of me. I need to feel him stretching me, and fucking me hard until he cums deep inside of me. "Fuck! I'm going to cum." He meets my eyes then, dark brown to a frenzied green. "Swallow it! All of it!" His cock swells in my mouth before he erupts, thick spurts of his cum splashing in my mouth. I swallow it all like he commands, sucking on it slowly to make sure I get every last drop. When I'm finished, I pull away, trembling slightly. I have never wanted to cum more than I have in this moment and I can't help but think that I want this because I believe I have pleased him. "D'you want to cum, love?" Adrian asks sweetly, tracing my mouth with his thumb. "Yes sir." I wonder if my voice sounds as needy to him as it did to me. "Then I assume you'll be on your best behavior tonight, won't you?" Even though I feel a stab of disappointment at his words, I find myself nodding. "Yes, of course, sir." ____________________ After a long day, spending most of it studying, Adrian finally comes to my room and instructs me to shower. By the time I get out, Adrian has clothes prepared for me on the bed. It's a beautiful black dress, the bodice fitted like a corset, but the skirt flowing out around my hips and stopping around mid thigh. There is also a strapless red bra and matching panties. He has also set out a pair of black satin heels that are at least five inches tall. Before dressing, I do my hair the way he likes, leaving it down and curling in soft ringlets. I also apply minimal makeup. After dressing and grabbing my bag, I wait for my Adrian in the living room. I briefly wonder where we're going, but banish the thoughts, knowing that wherever he takes me will be an excellent choice. Adrian steps out of his bedroom and I nearly gape at the sight of him. He isn't dressed in his customary slim fit jeans and scuffed boots, but replaced with a tailor made black suit, custom fit for his body. He isn't looking at me, but rather his cufflinks as he fits them through the proper holes on his shirt. With his attire, I expect his hair to be styled too, but it's still unruly, the unkempt strands making me smile. Also, instead of his contacts, he wears his glasses with black frames. Once he tugs his sleeves into place, he finally turns to me and smiles, the first real smile that he's given me since I disappointed him. It makes joy swell in my heart as he looks me over. "As lovely as I expected." I blush, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Thank you sir." "Come here, Ashley." When I cross to stand in front of him, I still feel feminine and dainty in my tall heels standing in front of him. Despite them, he is still a few inches taller than me. "If at any point during the night you feel uncomfortable, what will you say?" "My safe word, sir." He nods, playing with my hair. "Tell me again what your safe word is." "It's green, sir." I still remember the day that he allowed me to pick my safe word. I wanted something that reminded me of him. Originally, I wanted to use his name, since I never used his name when we played, but he declined that one, explaining that he or I could be mistaken on whether or not I was calling for him or asking him to stop. So instead, I decided on green, the color of his eyes. "Good girl. Let's go." I fold his jacket over my arm and walk after him out the door towards his car. Adrian drives a black Mercedes. A gift, if I remember correctly, from his father. He opens the door for me and takes his blazer, closing the door and making his way around the car. Placing his suit jacket in the back seat, he climbs into the driver's seat and starts the car. We pull off soon after and he turns the music on the stereo down. Under the minimal light in the interior of the car, I long to touch him, or have him touch me in any way. I long for any contact with him, practically squirming in my seat. I'm just so aware of him. Before long, we pull into a parking lot in front of what looks like an abandoned building, but judging from the cars on the outside, it may very well be occupied. Adrian cuts the engine and reclines in his seat. His scent is thick in the air, the heat that was once blowing through the vents making it wrap around me. It's like a need growing inside of me. I want to be close to him, to breathe him in. "Reach into the glovebox and get what's inside." Adrian's words snap me into action. However, I don't expect to find my collar. It gleams in the darkness, my eyes watering at the sight of it. I miss it. I miss what it represents between us. I hand it over to him, trying to ignore the trembling of my hands, but he rubs his thumb over the back of my hand. "I gave this to you because I believed that you were made for it. You shared your secrets with me. You showed me who you can be for me, and I thought that I was showing I could be for you." "You have!" I blurt out. He smiles gently, shifting just a bit in his seat so he's facing me. "Let me finish," he chastises, effectively making me bite my lip. "Perhaps there was a miscommunication between us. Is this life what you want?" The First Encounter Ch. 03 I gulp, cold fear slithering up my spine. "Yes. I want this, all of this, with you. I never meant for you to doubt me, sir. I swear I will try harder to make sure you never doubt me again." Adrian is silent for so long that I believe that it's too late, that I can't repair the damage, but his next words make me hope. "Lift your hair." I expose my neck to him, turning to face the door as he places the collar around my throat, the metal cooling my heated skin. When he's fastened it, Adrian places a lingering kiss on the nape of my neck. "Let's go." He gets out of the car, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. Climbing out of the car, I glance at my reflection in the car's window, touching the collar around my throat. This is my second chance to prove myself. I stay behind him, about three steps behind, as we walk to the entrance. When we entered the parking lot, I didn't notice the burly man standing guard in front of the side door. I keep my gaze on Adrian's back. "Adrian, come on in." I briefly wonder how this man knows Adrian before I follow Adrian into the building. We continue down an empty corridor until we reach a gated elevator. Lifting it, Adrian and I step in. He presses a button and the elevator lifts. I listen to the soft hum, my curiosity running wild. Adrian moves behind me, bending slightly. He runs his hand up my thigh and I inhale sharply as he cups me intimately. His thumb is making circles around my clit as he kisses the spot where my shoulder and neck connect. "Maybe I should have left these." His voice is a sexy rumble in my ear. "Take these off." Just as he says it, the elevator stops and a woman wearing nothing but a pair of spiky heels and a collar, lifts the gate. I expect Adrian to move ahead of me, as the girl is just watching us patiently, but he doesn't make a move to go around me. "I believe I asked you to do something." Adrian doesn't sound angry, but his tone is firm. I shift into action, feeling my cheeks burning as I reach under my skirt and pull my panties down, keeping my legs straight as I do so, my ass flush against his groin. I feel his cock jump in appreciation. I hand him the lace, watching as he lifts the delicate material to his nose and inhales. I can feel his pleasure at my actions. He smiles and pockets them before leading me inside. The room we enter is huge. There are at least two dozen tables along the floor, strategically placed to center around a stage. Each table has a white table cloth, three candles in the center, and a vase with a single red rose. It is stunningly beautiful, but the decor isn't what's most memorable. Just like the woman at the door, women that I assume are waitresses, teeter around in their heels, carrying trays of drinks to the men and women seated at the tables. I want to look around in amazement at everyone here, but when Adrian turns and I catch his eye, I immediately drop my gaze to the floor. "Ade," a man suddenly greets. I can't see him, but his accent is British like Adrian's. "What do I owe the honor?" "Garreth, how's it going, mate? I hear Michael and Lucia are performing tonight. I thought it would be a good idea to bring her along." "Ah, she's a pretty one, isn't she? Where'd you find her?" Garreth sounds intrigued and though I can't see him, I can feel his gaze on my face. "Stumbled into her actually," Adrian remarks with a chuckle. "Good for you then, yea?" It's odd, listening to them talk about me as though I'm not standing here, but I don't question anything. If Adrian wants me to speak, he will command me to do so. "Come on then, I've got you a good table." I follow them to a table that it close to the wall, but has an excellent view of the stage. I can't help but notice that there is only one chair at the table. I must be kneeling beside him. "I'll send a girl right over." "Thanks. I'll find you after the performance about what we discussed." "Will do." Adrian gives me his full attention once Garreth is gone. It's hard not to meet his eyes while he's sitting and I'm still standing. The prolonged standing is making my feet ache, but I don't complain. "Spread your legs." There are people around us! I want to scream, glancing in both directions. People could be watching, but a small part of me, a very dominant part of me, is intrigued by this fact, and without a doubt, I know that Adrian knows this too. Sometimes I forget that he knows my every desire, all of my secret fantasies. After all, that's how we got to this place in the first place. I even remember the entry in my journal that spoke of my desire to be watched. The thought of someone else watching me as I was fucked by my master, hell, by doing anything with my master turned me on. Despite my hesitation, this is something that I want. "That's twice now that you have hesitated to follow my orders." I gasp and spread my legs like he asked, but he's still shaking his head. "No, you're still going to get punished." His hand skims up my leg and over my thigh. "Just not now." With skillful fingers, he parts my lips, delving a finger over the sensitive folds of my pussy, taking his time as he explores me. He takes his time, rubbing back and forth before shoving two fingers deep inside me. I moan, practically hearing the sound of his fingers plunging in and out of me as my juices coat his fingers. I don't realize my eyes are closed until his voice penetrates the haze. "Place it at her feet." My eyes pop open and I see one of the waitresses place a silk cushion in front of me, her eyes roaming over me hungrily. I'm panting heavily, lust curling inside of me as Adrian continues to finger me relentlessly. The waitress takes a few steps back, but stays close by. Her golden skin is covered in goosebumps, her nipples hard. "What is your name?" Adrian asks turning his gaze from me. "Mandy, sir," the waitress says dropping her gaze to the floor. She's a sub like me. "Does the sight of my girl here get you wet?" "Yes sir." "Would you like to see more of her?" "Yes sir," Mandy is breathless, her cheeks tingeing pink, but the desire radiating out of her is tangible. "Lift your skirt," Adrian demands, pushing his fingers deeper, reaching a sweet spot that he normally never touches. I can't decide what makes the sudden heat wash over me, the spot inside of me that he's massaging, or the order to lift my skirt. I don't hesitate this time, not wanting my punishment to be worse. I fist the hem of my skirt and slowly raise it, the material making me moan as it feels like my body has become extremely sensitive. "Higher," he says turning his eyes back to me. I can see the lust clearly in them. I do as he commands, lifting it until my pussy is available for anyone to see. I'm mortified, my face burning so badly that I have to grip my skirt until my knuckles blanch just to keep it up. But more importantly than that is the fact that I can clearly see Adrian's fingers sliding in and out of me, the view unrestricted since I always stay clean shaven. Mandy lets out a breathy moan, her eyes locked on Adrian's ministrations. "Sir?" "Yes Mandy?" He turns his gaze on her. "M-may I?" She licks her lips, her tongue moistening her pink lips. "May I play?" I don't know what she means, whether she wants to touch me or herself, but either possibility makes me bite back a moan. "Go ahead." Adrian gives me a hard look. "Watch her and don't look away." "Yes sir," I force out though the sound is faint. Mandy kneels on the ground, slipping one hand between her lips as she uses the other to cup her breast. She tweaks her nipple, pulling it taut as she twists it back and forth, plunging her fingers into her pussy. It's amazing how wet she is. It's practically dripping on the floor. What amazes me the most is the fact that her gaze is riveted to my sex, mimicking the speed of Adrian's fingers inside of me. Adrian moves his thumb through my drenched folds to my clit, rubbing it slowly. Mandy cries out as she does the same thing, her fingers pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt. I can feel it, the orgasm looming right at the edge. I know that if we continue this, I will cum soon and I want to so bad. "No," Adrian says slowing his fingers. "Don't cum yet." I want to growl in frustration, beg him to give me relief, but Mandy suddenly cries out, her hips lifting to meet her fingers. "Please sir, may I cum. Please?" Adrian smiles, but doesn't look at her. "Cum now." Watching Mandy cum is hard. I want to squeeze my thighs together, hoping that may give me some relief a Adrian continues on. When Mandy finally calms down, slipping her fingers out of her sex, Adrian finally stops. I nearly sob in relief, but the ache is still there, nearly a heartbeat away. "Sit." I smooth my dress back into place, taking my place on the floor next to Adrian. At my new angle, I can see the impressive bulge tenting his slacks. "Mandy, have Justin make my usual and bring my dear a glass of water." "Right away, sir." With one last glance in my direction, Mandy is gone, weaving through the tables towards the bar. "Clean my fingers." I open my mouth and he sticks first his index finger, then his middle finger into my mouth. I suck all of my juices from them, enjoying the low growl I hear from him. Just as I've finished and Mandy has brought our drinks, the lights dim, spotlights shining on the stage. I take a hearty gulp from mine. "'Ello everyone. Many of you know who I am, but for those who don't, I'm Garreth Porter." I shoot a glance in Adrian's direction, my eyes widening before looking back at Garreth. No wonder they sound the same, they're related. They share the same messy black hair, even the same lean muscle structure, but Garreth's eyes are more of a bluer shade of green, and he doesn't have the tattoos. Garreth glances in our direction, inclining his head once in recognition. "Let's welcome the main event, Michael and Lucia." I clap with Adrian, watching Garreth exit the stage quickly, all of the lights turning completely off. Mandy appears again, but this time, she's setting up another chair at our table. I only have a second to ponder this before a man in all black walks on the stage, a leash wrapped around his fist. A woman stumbles out after him, crawling as fast as she can across the stage to catch up to him. He leads her to a wooden cross that was wheeled out onto the stage after Garreth exited. Once there, he yanks the girl up by her hair and undoes the leash. It's only in a matter of seconds that he has her strapped into place. Though there is soft music playing in the background, it isn't loud enough to drown out her breathy moans as she struggles against the post. To anyone else, it would probably look like she was fighting for her freedom, but from my vantage point, I can see her eyes. The eyes really are the windows to the soul. Through them I can see her lust shining through. I can practically feel her desire as she struggles to watch him walk over to a table and pick up his first instrument. I draw my gaze from her momentarily when, out of the corner of my eye, I see Garreth taking a seat at our table. He gives me a smile, but his eyes roam my figure. I glance back to Adrian, trying to gauge his response to this, but he's smiling too, like they're sharing a private joke. The sound of leather meeting flesh has me jerking my gaze back to the stage. Michael has the tails and he's slowly rubbing it over Lucia's back. I can practically feel the leather dancing on my skin, the memory of Adrian using it on me still fresh in my mind. I had wondered, why Adrian has seemed to go easy on me last night, but now I can't help but think that he was saving the real punishment. Lucia cries out as the tails slap against her back, leaving angry, red marks behind, but by the way her body is quivering, she's not in pain. I can feel the growing ache again, starting between my legs as I watch her getting whipped. His hits progress faster, his hits becoming harder and harder, and with each hit, I long for Adrian to punish me like this, to not hold back. I jump at the feel of Adrian's hand on the small of my back. I hadn't realized it, but I have been fisting Adrian's pants leg. "Bring your cushion, and come round to my other side." I do as he commands, resuming my position on the floor, but my new spot gives me a clear view of Garreth. this time, I can't withhold my gasp of shock. His jeans are undone, his cock in hand. It's curved, not as long as Adrian's, but thicker. He slowly thrusts his fist up and down, the veins in his arm showing in stark relief. He's not gentle, but does it with a rough edge that has me squeezing my legs together. "Lay across my lap." I lift and lay my upper body across Adrian's lap, my gaze still transfixed by Garreth's cock. I can feel Adrian lifting my skirt, pushing the material to my waist. Adrian has to know what his brother is doing. One glance would tell him, but he didn't say anything as I blatantly watch Garreth fuck his fist. For a second, I want to know what he tastes like. Will he taste like Adrian? Or will he have his own unique taste. Shit! I shouldn't be thinking of Garreth at all. Slap! The firm hit on my ass makes me moan and drop my gaze from Garreth. Lucia is moaning loudly now, begging Michael to fuck her, but he doesn't oblige. Slap! I moan and Adrian rubs the sting away, creating a pleasant burning sensation. But I want more. I want to feel the pain. Slap! Slap! SLAP! The last hit makes me writhe in his lap. Oh God, I need more of that. His free hand is back between my legs, even as he continues to spank me. I look back up and Garreth is still watching me, his eyes practically glowing with unrestrained need. I lick my lips and he groans, tugging harder. Soon, Lucia is crying out in orgasm and I hear multiple moans from the crowd. With one coarse glance around, it looks like everyone is enraptured in the show and performing some type of sexual act. Mandy appears then, and Garreth whispers something to her, his eyes still on me. She sinks to her knees and sucks his entire length into her mouth. Watching his cock get swallowed nearly makes me boil over. "S-Sir," I gasp out and he slaps my ass one more time before rubbing it. I can only imagine what my ass looks like right now. "Yes, love?" "I-I need t-to c-cum so bad." I hate my stutter sometimes. It only seems to manifest when I'm angry or incredibly aroused. SLAP! "That's not how you ask for something is it?" He slaps my right cheek this time, no longer holding back. "M-May I c-cum?" I ask feeling the rising pressure. "No." I moan as he shoves three fingers inside of me, fucking me with them relentlessly. I want to move, but he places a restraining arm around my waist, forcing me to take it. "Whose cock d'you want more, love?" He asks landing another stinging slap. "Me or my brother's?" I gasp in shock, my face burning red, but he doesn't sound angry, just continues to stroke me, trying to draw the orgasm out of me. "Please sir. Please. Will you let me cum?" At this point, Michael is shoving his cock in and out of Lucia's ass, his pace practically brutal. Garreth is still watching me, forcing Mandy's head down on his cock. I can see the outline of his cock in her throat and this seems to be too much for him as he throws his head back, jerking his hips up. "Cum. Now." I scream as my orgasm finally crashes over me, even as Adrian continues to rain down slaps on my ass. As I come down, he twists his fingers inside of me, igniting me all over again. I whimper as he pulls his fingers free, my body going limp in his lap. I kneel back on my cushion, laying my head in Adrian's lap. Though the applause in the room is almost deafening, the racing of blood in my ears drowns out the noise. Out the corner of my eye, I see Garreth stand, patting Mandy on the head as he makes his way around us. When he passes however, he trails his fingers over my shoulders, making me shiver. It's a silent promise...