“This is the first book I ever wrote,” he told her and handed the title to her.
“Surrendering to Her Master,” she read the name out loud.
“Wait, how old are you again?” he asked, gripping the book.
Laura wouldn’t let go.
“I’m twenty years old and stop being a tease,” she said. Laura couldn’t believe she was holding one of his titles.
“This is what started your writing?” she asked.
“The first of many titles to come.”
“This is amazing,” she said.
“Good, because some of this stuff is meant for women and I’m trusting you with it,” he warned her.
“Is it dirty?” She asked and chuckled when she saw him staring at her. The cover showed a woman bound into full submission.
“Read it and don’t blame me,” he answered.
“I’d better hide it. My mum’s a bit of a prude,” she admitted.
Dean drove her home that night. She felt as if his book was burning a hole through her bag. She waved good-bye when he dropped her off, then grabbed her supper out of the fridge and walked upstairs.
Laura got ready for bed and settled down for the evening, eating her dinner and opening up the book. She saw that his dedication was to his wife. Laura pierced a tomato and began reading. From the first page on she couldn’t put it down. Dean’s writing was powerful and mesmerizing. She could see the characters clear in her mind. The heroine had brown hair and brown eyes with a full figure. As she read the words she pictured herself as the female and Dean as the master. She gasped and glanced at her vanity mirror. Her cheeks were red from the flush. The sex scene she’d just read was more intense than anything she’d ever imagined, let alone experiencing. Laura reread the chapter.
“You need to serve me, Lisa,” Dominic told her. Lisa knelt on the cool floor. Her pu**y wept with desire. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her tits rose and fell with each indrawn breath.
“I only ever want to serve you, Master.”
“That’s a good girl. You disobeyed me today. When you agreed to be mine you promised I’d share every release you wanted. Today you cl**axed without my help. What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. The sweet release had been a joy for her to behold. Never before had she cl**axed by her own hand. She'd always had to endure the need of pain or force. This time she’d chosen to cl**ax and she’d brought herself to release.
“I want you to understand, Lisa. I’m not punishing you because you found release. I’m very proud you have managed after all this time to find fulfilment by no other means than your hand.”
Lisa felt a wave of pleasure coarse through her from his words.
“I’m going to punish you because I wanted to be there to watch as you brought yourself sexual gratification by your own hands. You didn’t let me watch your freedom, Lisa, and now you’ll have to pay the price.”
Far from being scared, Lisa anticipated the punishment. In her mind she’d reached a beautiful release and knew she would be able to do it again and again. Any punishment she met would be well-deserved. She’d both pleased and disappointed her Master.
“I’m going to give you ten lashings with my belt. You’re not to come. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good. Get on the bed and on your knees.”
Lisa kept her gaze firmly on the ground as she moved to the bed. She climbed to the center and kept her ass up and her head down.
She heard him unbuckle his belt with the faintest sound of the tinkle of metal. Her excitement increased. The cream of her pu**y began leaking out and spreading over the tops of her thighs. This day had become a victory of huge proportions. The bed dipped and moments later his hands ran over the curve of her ass.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said. His fingers ran through her dripping slit and passed over her cunt to press the tips against her puckered anus. “I think you’ll be ready for me to f**k this ass soon.”
She moaned. The thought of him taking her up the ass turned her on more than she’d have liked.
“I want you to count for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
The leather of the belt came down striking her left ass cheek. She cried out.
“One.”
“One, what?”
“One, Master.”
He struck her again and again until the punishment was complete.
“I’m going to treat you now. I want to feel your cunt ripple as you come and you won’t refuse me.”
Master gripped her h*ps and turned her onto her back. Lisa stared up at the man who owned her heart. He’d given her so much in the short time they’d been together. The trust she felt with him she could never experience with another person.
He forced her to watch as his na**d c**k slid between her pu**y lips, her cream flooding and coating his thick member.
Lisa held on as he penetrated her body, her heart and soul. Her entire being was surrounded by the man above her and in her arms.
Laura closed the book. Her heart pounding and her pu**y wet and dripping. Did Dean crave submission? She didn’t have a clue and she wouldn’t judge him. Just because he wrote about it didn’t mean he was into it.
She took her empty plate downstairs and thought about getting her own place. When she got an apartment of her own, she wouldn’t be forced to hide her books. She’d be free to come and go as she chose.
The book lay under her covers and she read into the early hours of the morning. The book was addictive. As she lay in bed, she touched herself, just a tentative touch. She’d played with herself many times, but this time felt different, as if she was seeking something more than a release. After a time she stopped. She couldn’t find what she was searching for.
Only time would give her the answer.
* * * *
Dean smiled as he recalled Laura’s dirty look. She hated being treated like a child. She wasn’t one and he knew it, but he couldn’t help but tease her over her age. He wondered if she was enjoying his book, the first story he’d written and the one where he’d begun to explore the BDSM elements. Carla hadn’t been interested in rough sex. She liked long, slow love-making.
Would Laura see him differently? Would she think, like other readers, that he was into all that stuff? He would like to explore certain aspects of the lifestyle, more out of curiosity than a need to live to a strict rule.