Chapter Thirty-Four
Ethan
You see them everywhere: these lovesick guys who are completely wrapped around the finger of some woman. I used to pity them and thank God that I wasn't one of them as I went home every weekend with a different hot model.
My own father had been the most pitiful of them all, mooning over my mother when she left him and taking her back the moment she returned without a moment's hesitation. He spent all his time bending over backwards to make her happy, doing every little thing she ever wanted. I used to think guys like that were just sad; now I saw the truth, and it was just the opposite of what I'd always believed.
Men who were fortunate enough to find a woman they loved with all their heart, who loved them back, were the lucky ones. Jerks like me who turned their backs on love and spent their lonely lives wandering around, looking for companionship in empty, one-night stands were the tragic ones.
I had never known what true happiness was until I found Kayla Brandt and fell in love with her. Just seeing her smile was worth more than a thousand one-night stands, and hearing her laugh was the most wonderful sound in the world.
When she and I made love, the orgasms I had were more powerful and more pleasurable than the paltry ones I used to crave from women I'd pick up in bars, and the feeling I was left with after they were gone was one of profound emptiness. With Kayla, I would awake the next morning still holding her in my arms, feeling our heartbeats pulse as one, and I knew what it was like to truly be happy.
She had brought meaning to a life I hadn't even known was empty and given me a purpose I didn't even know I'd been searching for. Loving Kayla was my true reason for being and words couldn't express I grateful and happy I was to have her in my life.
Admitting this to the whole world live on stage in front of all the news cameras and microphones was something I thought I would have been terrified to do. Never, in my wildest nightmares would I ever have committed such an act; but now, I had done that exact thing and nothing had ever felt more right.
We rushed straight home and didn't even make it through the front door before we started kissing. The moment the door leading from my garage to the interior of my mansion closed behind us, I slammed Kayla against it in a passionate embrace as we kissed with starving mouths, eager to devour each other.
"Make love to me right here, right now," Kayla panted. There was a narrow table against the wall by the door leading out to the garage with a flower vase on it. She shoved it off the table and it hit the floor with a noisy crash. Then she hopped up on the table, eager for me to fuck her.
She reached out for me, anxious to take my clothes off, but I caught her hands in mine and held them fast.
"I committed to you today, but now I want you to commit to me," I said in a voice that was husky with desire.
"You have that," she said simply as if it were obvious. "I don't want to be with anyone but you."
"That's not the kind of commitment I meant, although that's good, too," I said, and she looked at me quizzically. "Now that we are in an official, monogamous relationship, I want an even deeper kind of intimacy. I want you to commit to being my sex slave."
Her eyes flew open wide and then narrowed into intelligent slits. "Isn't that what I've been doing every time I let you spank me during sex?"
"Yes, but no. Sadism and masochism can often times be a part of BDSM game play and corporal punishment is a great way to implement it, but agreeing to be my sex slave is much more than just allowing me to spank you."
"How much more?" Her eyes were glistening and her nipples puckered visibly beneath her dress.
I could see she was intrigued, but still smart enough to find out exactly what she was getting into before she agreed, and it made me grin.
"It would mean that were willing to submit to me as your master whenever we were playing sex games, and that I would have complete control over you. If I were to tell you to do something, you would obey without any hesitation, and you would ask my permission for all other things. If I forbade you to do something, you wouldn't do it, without argument. Failure to obey me in all things could result in punishment."
"Like the spankings I like so much?" she asked, licking her lips subconsciously.
"Yes, but since punishment is supposed to be a deterrent to bad behavior, punishments for you would probably involve something else that you didn't like and I would save the spankings for reward time."
"Reward time?" She arched her left brow at me.
"Yes. Punishment for bad behavior is only one half of the master/slave agreement. The other half is rewards for good behavior. When a sex slave pleases her master, it is common for her to receive a reward for her good behavior, such as sexual pleasure, orgasms, and in your case, perhaps the masochism you crave."
"What if I don't want to do the things you've commanded me to do, or I don't like the game?"
"We've established safe words during the BDSM games we already played with the spankings and the rules will be the same. All you have to do is say the words ‘red light’ and the game will stop; but I promise you will find it just as enjoyable to be my sex slave as you've found the games we've played so far.
“I won't ever command you to do something dangerous or anything that won't ultimately result in your sexual pleasure. Sometimes it might be something embarrassing, uncomfortable, or even slightly painful, but the rewards will be well worth it. Do this with me, and I will take you to pleasures unlike anything you've felt so far."
"All right," she said in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper. "I'll be your sex slave, master."
"Good girl." I grinned at her and caressed her beautiful face as I kissed her lips. "Now, take off your clothes for me. I like my sex slaves to be naked."
She stripped for me, right there in the hallway by the garage, slowly and sensuously. She made a show out of caressing her body as her naked flesh was revealed, leaving the garments strewn across the hall.
When she was completely naked, I smiled at her. "Good girl, but you made a mess earlier when you broke that flower vase. Pick up those reeds and carry them upstairs to our bedroom. Stop at the kitchen along the way and grab a glass full of ice cubes. I'll be waiting for you upstairs."
"The kitchen? What if the cook sees me or the maid is still in there?" She blushed, and I shook my finger at her admonishingly.
In a stern voice, I said, "You promised complete obedience. Now do it. I'll be upstairs, so don't keep me waiting too long."
"Yes, sir," she said with a naughty grin and bent to pick up the willowy reeds that were lying on the ground amongst the flowers. Seeing her bent over like that, with her naked ass up in the air, instantly made me hard, but I forced myself to turn and walk away. I had things to prepare upstairs.
We were committed to each other now, in every way possible, and I wanted to make things perfect for her. I no longer had to be afraid of rejection: she was mine and I was hers. This was the beginning of a whole new world for me and I couldn't wait to get started.