CHAPTER SIX
The woman on the other side of the door gazed at us knowingly. How could she not know? The scent of sex wafted from the room behind us, and we both had the just-fucked look.
I felt mousy as I squeezed past her and made my escape, leaving Damien alone to deal with the aftermath. She looked too old to be a student, too serious and disapproving to be seeking his council. As I walked down the aisle of his classroom, I heard her say his name in a stern tone, as if the very word was chastisement for keeping her waiting. There was no way she hadn't heard us having sex.
By the time I got to my car, I was sweating bullets. Somehow, I knew the woman was someone important, someone who could probably end Damien's career. I rested my head against the steering wheel and sighed.
If something bad happens, it's not your fault. You were only following orders. He can't possibly be upset with you for this. It was his fault for not being quiet.
Damien had been far from quiet. For every moan I stifled, he was slapping my ass or pounding me so hard that the desk screeched across the tile. Eventually, I said screw it. If he was making so much noise, then why couldn't I?
I could only imagine what we sounded like from the other side of the door. It wasn't exactly soundproof. The one time I had listened in on Damien, I had heard him well enough, and he wasn't even making a fraction of the noise we had been this time.
Who was she? And what was going to happen to us now?
Realizing I'd get no answer to those questions by just sitting there, I put my car in drive and went home, watching my phone in my peripheral vision in the hope that Damien would call or text me. He didn't though, so I was left wondering and stressing. When I pulled into my driveway, I thought about calling him but then decided against it. If Damien wanted me to know what had happened, he would have contacted me. Besides, the woman might still be with him for all I knew.
I walked inside and greeted my father, then made myself busy by preparing dinner. He asked me how my day was, and we chatted for a while before I retired to my room, and he went to watch television in the living room. That was pretty much how the afternoons had gone since he'd come home.
Thankfully, he'd be leaving on Friday, so I wouldn't have to explain my mysterious weekend disappearances, though I hadn't really been concerned about it. It would be easy enough to tell him I had gone out with Tanya. After all, I needed a life outside of college.
Lately, Damien had become that life. Since Tanya had gotten a boyfriend, I saw less and less of her. That was usually how it worked when she was really interested in someone though. Hoes before bros, in the sense that Vinny was her hoe. I couldn't help but wonder how long they'd stay together. Hopefully not much longer. The guy wasn't exactly my cup of tea, and I wanted my friend back.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to worry about the lady who caught Damien and I having sex. Worrying never solved anything, and I certainly didn't need the stress. Instead, I decided to turn my attention toward thoughts of receiving my training collar. My consideration period was almost up, and I'd soon have to decide if I wanted to take things with Damien to the next level.
Being a submissive was difficult, but I was adapting to it well enough, I thought. Sure, there were times when I freaked out and had my doubts, like when he punished me with an ass thrashing spanking, but the sex was so good that I was addicted. If I had to jump through a ring of fire to stay with him, I probably would. His demands weren't that extreme anyway. All I had to do was follow his rules and obey.
When I sent Damien a text that night to let him know I was going to bed, I asked him if everything was alright. He simply responded with, “It's fine.” That reassured me somewhat, but I still couldn't help but feel like things weren't fine. Knowing it would annoy him, I didn't press the subject any further, though I would definitely be bringing it up next time we were together.
On Friday, I wished my father farewell before I headed off to school. The time we had spent together had been pleasant, and I was honestly sad to see him go. He kissed me on the cheek and then stood in the driveway to watch me leave, probably thinking about how we wouldn't see each other again for a while. It was a sweet gesture, and I found myself fighting back tears as I lost sight of him, though I wasn't sure why. This entire week had been emotionally weird for me, and it wasn't even over yet.
That night, I went out with Tanya and Vinny to a restaurant. Just like the time when I came over to watch movies with them, I was pretty much ignored until I brought up what had happened in Damien's classroom.
“You don't happen to have any idea who the woman was?” I asked after describing her to them.
“Probably the next person he was going to fuck,” Vinny said, which was met by a jab in the ribs from Tanya.
“Don't be so rude,” she chastised him.
Even though I knew he didn't really know what he was talking about, I still felt the fires of jealousy rage through me. The thought of Damien with another woman irrationally infuriated me. I had nothing to worry about though. He had already told me that he belonged to me. And besides, I had left the marks on his back to prove it. If he did sleep with someone else, they would know I had been there first.
“The guy has a track record, is all I'm saying.” Vinny shrugged.
“You don't know that,” Tanya argued.
“Hey, I only know what I've heard.”
“So neither of you have any idea who the woman was?” I asked.
“It could have been the dean. The description matches,” Vinny said before taking a sip of his soda.
“Stop it. You're gonna freak her out.” Tanya pushed him.
“It's a little too late for that,” I said, not knowing whether to believe Vinny or not. The more time I spent around him, the less I liked him. He definitely did not get the Chey seal of approval, and I couldn't wait until his entertainment value for Tanya had run its course.
“I'm being serious. It sounds like she was probably Kim Westerman. She's the dean of the school, you know?” he told us.
“I didn't know,” Tanya admitted. “I don't keep up with that crap.”
“How can you not know the dean of the college you go to?” Vinny teased her.
“I didn't know either,” I said. “I mean, I was told at some point, and it's not something that struck me as particularly important to remember.”
“I bet you'll remember now,” he joked, making an obnoxious face before dipping one of his fries in ketchup and chewing it noisily.
Hate this guy.
“So how are things aside from that?” Tanya asked.
“Good, I think. If all goes well, I'll get my training collar this weekend.”
I expected her to ask more questions, but her interest died the second Vinny slid his hand across her inner thigh. From that point on, they were in their own little world, laughing and joking and cuddling and kissing, and barely acknowledging my presence. It made me angry . . . and jealous.
Even though I was certain Damien and I had better sex than them, we didn't share the same kind of relationship. I didn't get to hold his hand in public, or go out on dates, or introduce him to my parents. At times like this, when I was surrounded by normal people in normal situations, it didn't even seem like we were in a real relationship, more like something fantastical he had come up with to suit his bizarre needs. That wasn't true though, and I knew it. There were other Dominants and submissives out there. But did they act like we did? Did they hide their relationship from viewing eyes? Some probably did. But more didn't. It wasn't just the BDSM part of our relationship that accounted for our queer behavior, but also that fact that he was a professor, and I was a student. Our relationship was forbidden. Before I met Damien, I would have thought that was romantic. Forbidden love had always held an appeal to me. Experiencing it was a completely different story though. There are few things that suck more than not being able to be public with the person you love.
Once we had finished eating, we parted ways, and I headed home, obsessing about my discontent with everything. Vinny had taken away my sounding board. Damien was too distant to talk to. My mother couldn't know about our relationship. There was no one else I felt I could really turn to. I was beginning to feel very alone.
For some reason, I had a hard time not masturbating that night. Perhaps it was the thought of seeing Damien the following day, and the memory of what we had done in his classroom. Aside from the random woman spoiling our heated moment, it was like something straight out of a porn. It never ceased to amuse and amaze me how creative Damien was. We had fucked on his desk in every position I could imagine, though I was sure that he hadn't shown me all that could be done with it. The guy was a sexual MacGyver. That was part of his appeal though. I doubted our sex life would ever get boring or stale, as I'd heard happened with so many other relationships.
The next day, I tried to hit up Tanya for some midday shopping, but Vinny got to her first. When she asked me if I wanted to hang out with them, it was easier to say no than I thought. Seeing them together was starting to get to me on multiple levels. Next time I got Tanya alone, I'd have to talk to her about us having our own time, not that I thought she would listen. Hell, if I got her alone, I should probably take advantage of it and pour out all of my problems, not waste it on words she wouldn't follow anyway. Hoes before bros, that one.
I called my mom as a backup plan, but she was at work, so I ended up having to spend the day alone. Bored and with nothing better to do, I got a headstart on my laundry and some of the other cleaning, then watching television until it was time to go to Damien's house.
The collar of consideration was snug around my neck when I knocked on his door. Hopefully, I'd be walking out with a training collar, if we both felt like that was the appropriate next step.
When Damien opened the door and looked down on me, I sensed a certain level of discontent, and fear rushed through me as I was suddenly reminded of the woman who had heard us screwing in his office. Either he's had a bad day, or something is weighing on him.
“Are you alright?” I asked as he led me to the classroom.
“Just a little stressed is all,” he replied dully.
“Care to talk about it?”
“It's none of your concern.”
We sat in our usual spots, with me on the bed and him in the chair in the corner of the room. He really didn't look like he was into dealing with me today.
“If you don't feel well, I can leave,” I said, though my tone spoke otherwise. It was selfish, but I relished my time with Damien—couldn't get enough of it. The thought of missing out on an evening with him made me sad.
“No. I don't want you to leave.”
“Is this about that woman? Was she the dean?” My stomach twisted from the word.
“She was.” He nodded.
“Are you going to get fired?”
Damien sighed, avoiding my eyes, but his expression said it all. This did not have a happy ending.
“She's allowing me to finish out the semester,” he said finally.
“Oh, Damien, I'm so sorry.”
I wanted to go to him, to pull him into my arms and tell him everything would be alright, but I was afraid of how he'd react. Was he too strong to want comfort? Would it be out of line for me as his submissive to offer it to him?
“It will be alright. At least she's giving me the option to resign and not firing me outright. It was a kindness, to be honest. By all rights, she should have made me pack my desk that very afternoon, but we have a bit of a history. That's the only thing that saved me,” he told me.
For a while we sat in remorseful silence. My brain screamed for me to do something—anything, but I didn't know what.
“I'm here for you,” I said. “I don't have much to offer, but if there's anything you need from me, just ask it. I love you so much. I'm so sorry this happened.” My eyes welled up with tears, and my hands began to shake. Stupid, stupid, Chey. Why are you crying at a time like this? That's the last thing he needs.
I knew why though. It was guilt—guilt for knowing I had played a part in all of this, even if it wasn't directly my fault. If I had just ignored Damien's text, maybe he'd still have a job.
Suddenly, the roles were reversed. Damien crossed the distance between us, and I found myself sobbing in his arms. He stroked my hair gently, telling me not to worry, that it wasn't my fault and everything would work out. His voice was so soothing, his embrace so warm. I melted against him, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms forever.
“It's my fault, really, for enforcing that no masturbation rule. I guess my willpower isn't as good as I thought,” he told me, breaking my sobs with soft laughter.
I looked up at him, grinning through my tears. “Really? Is that why you called me to your classroom?”
“It was.” He nodded. “I was so horny I don't think I could have gone another day without imploding.”
The thought was both amusing and arousing. Maybe all of my fantasizing about Damien's aching cock had been accurate. A sick need pulsed between my legs, totally inappropriate for the situation. Was I truly so insatiable that my body could turn even this tragedy into a sexual stimulant?
I bit my bottom lip, placing my hand on his thigh and rubbing towards his crotch. “And how do you feel right now?” I asked.
He gazed down at my hand. “I feel like you're trying to seduce me.”
“Maybe I am.” I craned my neck for a kiss, tasting my salty tears on his lips. His mouth was soft against mine, feeling more vulnerable than needy.
When our lips parted, I found myself slipping to my knees, working to unfasten his belt bucket. Damien watched me, allowing me to take the lead for once. There wasn't much I could do for him, but this was one thing.
He groaned as I took him into my mouth, sucking and nibbling and caressing, worshiping his cock with my lips and tongue. I enjoyed the feel of it growing firm as I pleasured him, the way the meaty length of it filled out, and his veins bulge against the surface. Men's anatomy had always fascinated me.
Damien's touch was gentle, moving my hair away from my face, so he could watch me suck him off. The fire in his eyes wasn't there. Carnal Damien was asleep, somewhere deep inside. Tonight he was someone else, someone who wanted to give up control instead of taking it.
When I could taste his salty pre-come, I laid him back on the bed and crawled on top of him, hiking up my skirt and moving my panties aside to take him inside of me. I groaned as his bulbous tip spread me wide, fitting perfectly, as if our bodies belonged together. Once he was in all the way, I began to move my hips, using all the skills I had learned from his sex position video. He stared up at me, his eyes betraying no sign of pleasure.
“Would you rather be on top?” I asked, suddenly feeling insecure.
“No. You're doing just fine,” he told me, so I continued.
I rode him until my body peaked, and then I kept on going. My thighs began to ache, and sweat made my shirt cling to my back, but I didn't stop. Everything in me was consumed with the desire to make him come. For once, my mind was more focused on his pleasure than my own. It was a strange switch from the norm, but different could be good sometimes.
Eventually, his eyes became hooded, and I could feel that he was about to reach his limit. Damien's hands came to rest on my hips, and he began to buck, the friction building so much that I could feel a second orgasm coming on.
“Are you on birth control yet?” he asked.
“No.” I shook my head, feeling guilty for dragging my feet about getting on it.
He gave me a disapproving look, but didn't stop thrusting. The waves of pleasure were coming, and as soon as Damien felt my first contraction around his throbbing member, he was urging me off, spilling a jet of semen onto his black T-shirt. I laid beside him breathlessly, waiting for my orgasm to finish playing out, though all the movement had dulled it a bit.
Damien pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, and I rolled against him, practically forcing him to put an arm around me, so I could rest my head on his chest. We lay in silence for several moments, catching our breath as I ran my fingers through the soft coating of short dark hair on his chest and watched his muscles contract. Damn, did he have a beautiful body. Looking at him like that made me feel oddly grateful that I was in his bed, and it wasn't someone else.
“Do you know what I want for Christmas?” I asked and then instantly felt bad about it. The last thing he probably cared about was what I wanted for Christmas, especially since he was about to lose his job. It was such a selfish thing to have said, and yet it had left my mouth before I could stop it.
I half expected Damien's response to be rude or demeaning, but instead he just replied, “No.”
“I want you to shave this off,” I told him, swirling my finger over his heart.
He turned to look at me. “You don't like body hair?”
“I prefer my guys shaved.”
“I trim it, as it is.”
“I know. I want it all off though.”
“If that's what you want,” he sighed, kissing me on top of the head. “You need to get on birth control if we're not going to be using condoms anymore.”
“I know. I'll see if I can't get in to see the doctor on Monday after school.”
“Make sure you do. I don't like having unprotected sex knowing you're not on the pill.”
“Have you ever gotten someone pregnant before?”
“No, but I've had a few scares, and it's never fun.”
I made a soft noise in reply and cuddled tighter against him. What would I do if Damien Reed got me pregnant? While I was certainly too young for children, I couldn't help but think we'd make beautiful babies together. Maybe someday. Was that even allowed in a BDSM relationship? Did he want children later on? There was so much I still didn't know.
He continued, “Have you put any thought into whether you want to continue your training or not?”
“I have,” I replied.
“And?”
“I'm nervous about all the extra rules you're going to make me follow, but I think I'm ready for it.”
“There really aren't too many more rules. For as strict as you think I am, I'm not very strict.”
“Will the no masturbating rule be on the new contract?” I asked with a smirk, my mind drawn once more to the thought of Damien's cock throbbing painfully beneath his jeans with desire. The image was enough to make me want to climb on top of him and go for a second round, but I stifled the urge, content with being by his side.
“It will be for you. Not for me,” he said, making me scowl.
“That's not very fair,” I pouted.
“Life isn't fair, my dear.”
I supposed it wasn't. Fair was a world where Damien didn't lose his job just for being with me. It was a world where age didn't matter, only love. No, life wasn't fair.
“Since you're going to lose your job anyway, does this mean we can start going out together now . . . like a normal couple?” I hesitated, feeling greedy.
He took a deep breath. “It's funny you should bring that up. Tomorrow, I'd like for you to attend a munch with me.”
“A munch?” I scrunched my nose at the word, immediately thinking about carpet munching. My clit throbbed with approval.
“It's a public social gathering for people of the lifestyle. I thought it would be good for you to meet other Dominants and submissives.”
“Oh,” I replied, unsure of what else to say. All I could picture was a room full of leather and vinyl clad people walking around and talking to each other. “How many people will be there?”
“It varies. With this particular group, it can be anywhere from six to thirty people.”
“That's a lot of people.”
“Luckily, they're having it at a burger joint this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to take you. They usually have it at a bar.”
So he is going to take me out in public. The thought was exciting, though this was far from the first date that I had pictured.
“Am I going to have to dress up in leathers and wear my collar?” I asked, even though I didn't own any leathers to dress up in.
“No,” he gave a short breathy laugh. “It's a very casual event. People wear their normal everyday clothing.”
“So, it's kind of just like a luncheon then?”
“Kind of.”
“That doesn't sound too bad.”
“It isn't.”
“What time is it?”
“One. So, it's going to be an early day tomorrow. I hope that doesn't conflict with your plans. I know this is a bit last minute, so I'll understand if you can't go. I wasn't informed of it until last night.”
“I'll go,” I said quickly. There was no way I was going to miss a change to be out with Damien in public. Not that I had any plans anyway. At most, I might have gone to see my mother, since I knew she almost always had Sundays off. This would be a lot more fun though.
“Good. Shall we go look over your training contract?” he asked, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze before moving to sit up.
“Mhm.” I nodded, standing to follow him into the living room.
The paperwork was waiting for me on the coffee table, the same as usual. I picked it up and looked it over, noticing that a new set of vocabulary words had been placed on top of it.
“Did you finish your definitions?” Damien inquired.
“Yes, but I left them out in the car.”
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected me. “You've got a lot of corner time coming for that constant slip up, if I remember correctly.”
I groaned internally. Why did I have such a hard time calling him Sir?
“So do you want me to get my definitions first, punish me, or have me sign this contract?”
He thought for a moment. “You can give me your definitions before you leave. Read the contract first. If there are any changes that need to be made, then you won't sign it until tomorrow because it will have to be revised. Afterward, we'll worry about punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” I straightened the papers, moving the vocabulary list to the back to focus on the contract.
At the top, it said Training Contract. Below, the verbiage was pretty much the same as what I had received in the contract of consideration, except for that this contract addressed things specific to my training instead of my consideration. Aside from that, there were only a few minor changes, mostly involving the level of discipline I'd receive, an increase in assignments, which included keeping a detailed journal of my sessions with Damien and my feelings towards my submission, and the expectations of higher standards. I was also to turn in my schedule to Damien once a week, not that he didn't already know it, and basically inform him of where I would be at all times. When I got to the last page of the contract, which listed my hard and soft limits, I didn't know if I should smirk or be angry. Damien had moved most of my hard limits to the soft limit area. Crafty bugger.
“No,” I told him, lifting the page, so he could see and pointing directly at the list of soft limits.
He frowned. “Chey, I really want you to try those things. Just once. If you don't like them, we'll put them back on the list of hard limits.”
“You tried to trick me with this. You should be the one punished.”
Damien's mouth twisted into a grin. “Alright, you got me there. Part of me did hope you wouldn't read it.”
“That's horribly horribly wrong of you. Is it normal for a Dominant to be so deceptive?”
“No,” he admitted. “And I know it was wrong. Is wrong. But you're really missing out if you don't try those things.”
“I'm well aware of that. Stop being a bad Dominant. Move then where they belong, or I don't sign.”
Though I was a bit upset, the whole flow of the conversation was playful. It was amusing to see he'd resort to such trickery to get what he wanted. Then again, he had tried to slip his cock in my butt a few times, so maybe I had given him too much credit. Damien could be a sneaky one.
“Fine,” he said, standing up and leaving the room.
For a moment, I thought he was actually mad that I had seen through his little scheme, but then I decided it didn't matter. He should have known better, and he would certainly get over it.
Damien returned minutes later with several items in hand: a piece of paper, a chain collar, and a small box. He only handed me the paper and then went to sit back down. When I looked at it, I noticed it was a revised list of my hard and soft limits, with everything in the right place.
“You anticipated I'd find out,” I muttered.
“I did.”
“I feel like I should read this whole thing again, just in case you slipped something else in there I don't approve of.”
“Nothing else is out of the ordinary, I promise.”
I gave him a suspicious glance. “If it is, can I punish you?”
He laughed. “You really don't trust me that much?”
“Not after this.” I flicked the contract.
“Chey, I promise. There's nothing else sneaky.”
“Good. Give me a pen then. I think I'm ready.”
“Are you sure you don't want to discuss any of the stuff in there first?”
“I'm sure. I think I can handle this.”
“Alright.” He pulled a pen out of his pocket and handed it to me. When we had both signed the contract, he offered the chain collar to me. “Take off your collar of consideration. This is going to be your new training collar.”
I tried not to frown as I took it from him. The thing was thick and heavy in my hand, and I knew it would be nowhere near as comfortable as the leather collar. Part of me wanted to ask if I could just keep the one I had, but I knew that wasn't how this worked.
Fastening it around my neck signified the next step in our relationship, and despite the fact I didn't particularly like the training collar, putting it on did fill me with a strange sense of accomplishment. Things were progressing as they should. Six months in training, and I would be getting my formal collar—the wedding ring collar. Damien Reed would belong to me, and I would belong to him in a very official sense. That was all that mattered.
My heart sped up as Damien offered me the box. For a moment, I hesitated, fearing my own reaction. No matter what was inside, I could not show disappointment or seem ungrateful. As my Dominant, Damien could make me wear whatever he wanted.
When the lid came open though, relief rushed through me. The collar inside looked more like a piece of costume jewelry. A braided strip of black leather formed a choker, bound at the back by a small padlock. Attached to the front of the collar was a silver infinity charm inlaid with white rhinestones.
“It's . . . lovely,” I said, pulling it out of the box and then looking under the lining for a key to the padlock.
“I have the key,” he told me.
“Do you want me to put it on now?”
“No. It will only be used for when we're out in public together.”
“Like when we go to the munch?”
“Yes.” He paused, “Do you know what that symbol is?”
“It's the infinity symbol.”
“That's correct. I chose it because I hope we'll be together for eternity.”
I swooned at his words. In a fit of emotion, I crossed the space between us, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a gracious kiss. He looked genuinely shocked by my actions.
“I love it,” I told him, feeling suddenly childish for my dramatic reaction to his words.
Damien smiled warmly at me. “I'm glad.”
I slipped back over to my side of the sofa and placed the collar carefully in its box, admiring it for a moment more before I closed the lid. A symbol of Damien's love, or at least his desire for us to be together. Strangely, I could hardly wait to wear it.
“Now that the fun part is over, it's time for your punishment,” he said.
In that moment, I was so stupidly happy I didn't even care. Nothing was going to ruin my mood.
Damien continued, “Since I did kind of try to deceive you, I've decided to be merciful. Technically, with all of your recent slip-ups, you've earned about an hour of punishment. I'll reduce your sentence to thirty minutes though, and even give you a chance to reduce it further.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said gratefully, setting the box down on the coffee table.
“I'm going to ask you two questions about your previous vocabulary words. For each one you answer correctly, I'll subtract ten minutes from your punishment time. However, if you get one wrong, I'll add ten minutes, so instead of being punished for thirty minutes, it will be for forty minutes. If you get them both wrong, you'll be punished for fifty minutes. If you get them both right, you'll only have to endure ten minutes. If you get one wrong and one right, then you'll be back at thirty minutes. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded. While I understood, it didn't seem like much of an improvement if I lost. What was it with Damien and all these games he liked to play?
“Your first word is auction.”
Maybe he was taking it easy on me. This word, I remembered.
“An auction is a meeting where Dominants get together to auction off their slaves and submissives for a specified period of time,” I replied with confidence.
“Very good. Ten minutes down. Now your punishment can't be more than thirty minutes. Your next term is black sheet party.”
I took a deep breath. This one was a bit more difficult. “A black sheet party is a party for those into the BDSM lifestyle,” my answer sounded more like a question. I couldn't help but feel like I was leaving something important out.
“No.” Damien shook his head. “A black sheet part is an orgy for people who are into BDSM.”
Damn. Oh well, thirty minutes was still better than an hour.
“Cheyenne, I only give you ten words at a time to memorize. Is it really that difficult?” He arched an eyebrow at me.
Here was the degradation I had grown to expect. Damien was in full Dom mode now. I could see it in his eyes.
“Sir, please do keep in mind that I have a full load of college work I also have to concentrate on during the week.”
“I do keep that in mind. It's why I give you only ten words instead of fifty to memorize.”
Holy crap. Would he actually expect me to memorize that many in a week? It wasn't impossible, but seemed a bit excessive. I hoped he wouldn't be upping the load during my holiday vacation.
“I'm ready for my punishment, Sir,” I said, bowing my head respectfully. The sooner it was over with, the sooner with could get on to things that were more fun, like perhaps a round two in the bedroom.
Damien pulled something from his pocket. I stared at it curiously. A tennis ball. What did he plan to do with that?
He held it up, so I could see it. “I want you to take this over to the wall and use your nose to keep it in place against the wall. No hands. Each time you drop it, another ten minutes gets added to your time. Do you understand?”
You've got to be fucking kidding me. There was no way I was going to be able to hold that thing in place for thirty minutes. What happened to him being lenient?
“Sir, if you may forgive me for saying so, I don't think I'm going to be able to accomplish this task without dropping the ball several times.”
He handed the small thing over to me. “Think of this as a lesson in your bodily discipline. You'll get better at it with time.”
I scowled. “But what if I drop it fifty times?”
“Then I hope you're prepared to spend the night. To the wall with you.” He waved me away dismissively.
While I had wanted to spend the night with Damien almost since I had met him, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Grudgingly, I took the ball and headed over to the nearest wall, not even looking back to make sure the place I had picked pleased him. With a sigh, I positioned the ball against the wall, then pressed my nose to it, refusing to let go until I felt certain it wouldn't roll away.
“Put your hands behind your back. I'll let you know when the time is up,” he told me.
I dropped the ball for the first time five minutes in when my nose started itching. My heart sank as it landed on the carpet with a soft thud. Ten more minutes was added to my punishment time.
Damien sat on the sofa for a while, reading something on his phone and watching me in his peripheral vision. Eventually, he left to take a shower, warning me that he'd know if I cheated. That's when the ball dropped a second time thanks to me scowling. He had to have cameras planted in the room if he was making that threat. And I didn't put it past him to watch them after I left.
The happiness from my swooning at his loving words faded away with my continued submission to his punishment. Damien entered and left the room several times, and I could have sworn he was purposely trying to make me mess up. While the thought brought me even more discontent, I didn't dare to show it, lest the ball drop again.
Minutes felt like hours standing as still as a statue. I tried to imagine watching a movie from start to finish while I waited, though my brain seemed to have the fast-forward button pressed. Then I repeated the words 'Yes, Sir' in my head about two dozen times. After that, I decided to count to pass the time, having nothing better to do. Every time I dropped the ball, the count started over.
My feet ached, and I shifted my weight. The ball fell. Damien entered the room. The ball fell. My nose got a twitch. The ball fell. A random shiver rolled down my spine. The ball fell.
I was quickly becoming tired. How long had I stood there? How much longer would I have to stand there? How many more times would the ball fall? I was beginning to think Damien was serious about keeping me there all night. His kindness had turned into cruelty. Instead of standing against the wall for only thirty minutes, I was certain I had been there for well over an hour.
Finally, Damien walked into the room and announced that my punishment was over. I sighed in relief, stepping back and catching the ball in my hand as it fell a final time.
“Now what must you do?” he asked me.
“Thank you for my punishment, Sir. I was punished because I continued to forget to call you Sir. I will do my best not to make the same mistake again.”
“Good girl. It's late. Bring me your definitions and then you can go home. Oh, and you have a second set of definitions to write that I want turned in tomorrow afternoon. Do you remember the term you forgot?”
“Yes, Sir. Black sheet party. It's an orgy between those within the BDSM lifestyle.”
“Excellent. You are dismissed.”
Exhausted, I quickly hurried to my car to retrieve my vocabulary homework. When I turned it into Damien, he looked at it with no hint of approval. It must have satisfied him well enough though, because he didn't say anything further.
Afterward, he led me to the door. All hints of perversion that had been in my mind before my punishment had faded away. The only thing I was thinking about now was going home and relaxing for the rest of the afternoon in a less stuffy environment. For as much as I wanted to be by Damien's side, moments like this made me doubt myself. I hated his punishments, even though he made me lie and say I was thankful for them. It was all part of my training though. Hopefully, someday he wouldn't need to punish me anymore.