CHAPTER FOUR
Liam knocked on the door and waited. He gazed around at the empty suburban street – the manicured lawns, the neatly sided houses, and the warm bright lampposts decorating the streets. He looked down at his hands they were rough and dirty, but they were also clutching a brand new football jersey. He smoothed out the wrinkle he had already created from clutching the jersey too tightly and laid out the fabric gently his arm. With his forefinger, he delicately traced the shiny white number 12 on the back, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.
The front door popped open abruptly. Caroline was standing there wearing a long black silk robe. Her raven black hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. The hint of a smile crossed her lips as she caught Liam in the act of lovingly fondling his new football jersey. “Come in Liam.” And as soon as she appeared at the door, Caroline disappeared.
Liam walked into her house. It was as he remembered it. Spartan in its minimalist furnishings, yet comfortable. Her front door opened up to spacious living room. Her floors were a beautiful dark stained oak. Against the wall was a low-to-the-ground, modern, white couch. In front of it was a long, glass coffee table with a white orchid placed in the middle of it. In Liam’s mind, everything in Caroline’s house was like a booby trap. Everything was just waiting for him to crack it, break it, or stain it.
“Please sit down.” Caroline gestured to her immaculate white couch.
Liam, who knew that his pants weren’t clean in the slightest, hesitated.
Caroline sensed his apprehension. “I’m not so delicate that I’ll get mad if you stain my couch. You know me better than that. I, above all else, prefer that my guests are comfortable.”
Liam nodded to this. He sat on one end of the sofa, as Caroline sat on the other end. He watched as her slick silk robe buckled in the changing of her body’s position. The slit in the front revealed more of her smooth, pale, and toned leg. Liam felt his mind wander to how easy it would be to slip off that robe. It then wandered to what Caroline would look like naked underneath.
“It looks like congratulations are in order. You made the team. I’m not surprised though. You’ve got all the makings of a great player.”
Liam’s attention shifted from Caroline’s thighs to her eyes. She’d probably known where his thoughts had gone and redirected them, artfully. It felt like Caroline could read him like a book sometimes. She always seemed to know exactly where Liam’s mind would go before he did. Her ability to do this was simultaneously terrifying and yet also, a relief. It felt good to be completely understood by a person. And especially good to be understood by Caroline, since it never felt like she would ever judge Liam’s thoughts either. Whenever hiss thoughts would go astray, like they did right now, she would gently just nudge them back to where they should go.
“I saw you in the stands, babysitting me,” Liam said with a smirk.
Caroline raised one of her perfectly manicured brows.
“It was a good thing,” Liam reassured her, “I was about to punch this prick Evan in the face, but held back because you were up in the stands.”
Caroline listening intently. Hanging on his every word. Her eyes flicked down to Liam’s hands.
He was unconsciously smoothing the jersey again across his lap.
“Well, I’m glad that you redirected and channeled your anger into that great sack.”
“Yeah, you left shortly after that, so I guess I just wanted to come by to say that, I made the team.” He stood up after he said this. He felt like he should go. He didn’t want to intrude on Caroline and her perfect world any longer than necessary for fear of messing it up. He took a backwards step towards the front door.
“Leaving already Liam?” Caroline said without even bothering to stand up.
“Yeah, I um…have to—”
“Don't you want your reward?” Caroline interrupted his lame excuse to leave.
Liam watched incredulously as Caroline slowly stood.
Her delicate hands reached for the sash of her black silk robe and slowly untying it.
He felt an ache of desire deep in his gut. His cheeks became flush with excitement as he watched the black silk fabric of Caroline’s robe cascade over the curves of her body and finally drop, pooling at her feet on the floor. Liam felt himself grow hard as he drank in the lush curves of her body.
She was flawless from her perfectly shaped perky breasts to her soft fleshy pink nipples, to her smooth toned abs and lush round behind.
Liam felt his breath catch in his throat. He wanted to reach out and grab her, hold her stroke her, sink himself deep inside of her, make her moan with pleasure, but instead he found himself frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
“If you want your reward submissive, then listen to your mistress and go down to the lesson room and disrobe.” Caroline lifted her arm and pointed.
His gaze followed Caroline’s smooth bare arm to the door of her house that he was very familiar with. The basement door.
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Liam sat in “resting position” which was defined for him as sitting crossed legged on the ground, eyes down, head down, and completely naked except for a leather collar around his neck. He was instructed to always wait for his mistress sitting in front of the red leather day bed in the corner of the basement.
He’d had 3 lesson sessions with Caroline by now and Liam felt confident that he knew all the rules: Always look straight ahead. Never speak unless spoken to. Never stifle a moan. Always refer to Caroline as his “mistress.” Never touch his mistress, unless he was ordered to.
He definitely felt strange at first with these new rituals and rules, but there was something freeing about his time spent as a sub. For a couple hours each week, he didn’t have to be in charge of his actions. For those few hours in Caroline’s basement, she was in charge of telling him what was right and what was wrong. What to do and what not to do. Liam liked that when he made a mistake he was punished for it fairly and when he did something right he was rewarded for it. The rules, though extensive, made sense and were simple. Everything was fair here, unlike in the real world.
Although, somewhere in the back of his mind lurked a fear, that his relationship with her wouldn’t last forever. That he would find a way to mess it up, and that the perfect balance that had been struck would somehow unravel.
The whirring thoughts in Liam’s mind were silenced when he heard the door at the top of the stairs creak open. Liam heard the click, click, click of Caroline’s black stilettos as they walked down the stairs. He’d resist every urge in his body to look up towards the top of the stairs. He thought of Caroline’s flawless nude body and shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. He listened as her steps grew nearer to him.
“Get on the bed. Lie on your back. Spread out your arms and legs. And don’t move. Just receive.” Her voice was emotionless and it cut through the silence of the room.
Liam got up immediately and with his head looking towards the ground, he crawled up onto the bed. The cool red leather made his skin tighten as he laid down across it. He spread his legs and arms and took a deep breath as he looked straight up at the ceiling. He took in a stifled breath. He was a little nervous. He always was during the sessions. He felt very vulnerable, naked and spread out like this. He had nowhere to hide.
Liam heard Caroline’s heels click quickly to the side of the basement, soon enough he felt his feet and wrists being tied tightly to the bed.
“You’re going to be rewarded with intense pleasure and I am taking extra measures to make sure that you can do nothing to stop me as I reward you,” Caroline purred into his ear as she climbed onto the large red leather bed.
Liam, curious about how tight Caroline tied his bindings pushed slightly up with his wrists to see if they provided any slack what so ever. But Liam found he couldn’t even move them a millimeter. A flash of fear and excitement swept through his heart. He truly was vulnerable and exposed in this moment. He felt as Caroline straddled his hips, she was kneeling looking down at him. Every fiber of his body wished that he could look at her, but he knew it would be breaking one of her rules.
“Look at me Liam.”
His eyes instantly went to Caroline’s. His instincts had been right. There she was, up on her knees straddling him, completely naked except a partial black leather corset synching her waist. He felt his stomach flip. As always, everything about Caroline was perfect. Her smooth toned thighs were the color of milk. The elegant curve of her collarbone, her sharp jawline. Her full blushing lips. Her round, firm breasts. Her well groomed pussy. He felt desire prickle across his skin. His cock stiffened. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted her sweet smelling flesh up against his own. He wanted to make her come, to scream out in pleasure. He had an urge, a wicked desire to see her lose control. He was curious. He wanted to see her completely vulnerable. He knew these thoughts were bad thoughts for a sub to be thinking. He knew he was undeserving of Caroline in every way, but it only made him want her more.
“I want you hard for me,” she ordered as she wrapped her cool longer finger around his cock.
Liam’s shaft was already fully hard, but after Caroline’s touch, he felt he was moments from spilling himself everywhere. A moan of pleasure escaped from his lips.
“Good boy Liam,” she purred as she began slowly moving her hands torturously up and down his cock.
Liam’s body shuddered with satisfaction. Her slow sensual moments were driving him crazy. He had to have more. She was driving him mad. His body took over and his hips began bucking grinding himself against her hands. No sooner did he move than he felt Caroline spring off the bed and the leather flogger hit his chest.
“You’ve disobeyed me,” she hissed as she hit Liam with the leather flogger again.
Liam grunted from the discomfort of the cool leather tassel hitting his skin.
“I ordered you not to move and you did. Don’t let that happen again.”
“Yes mistress,” Liam practically begged. He would do almost anything at this point to have Caroline back on the bed with him again. His cock was still throbbing with passion from all of her playing and touching.
“Very well. Disobey me again and I will to spank you with a paddle. And you don’t want that do you?”
“No Mistress,” he whispered. He watched hopefully, as Caroline slowly walked towards him.
With a cold glance, she looked all up and down his body. “Do you want me to fuck you?” She was looking at Liam’s shaft with disdain.
“Yes Mistress,” Liam whimpered.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?”
“Very badly mistress.” Longing coiled in his groin. He needed Caroline and he needed her badly.
She must have sensed it in his eyes, because she slowly crawled back onto the red leather bed again. She re-straddled him. Slowly, and torturously she lowered herself inch by inch closer to Liam’s throbbing masculinity.
He could feel the heat emanating from her. It took every single ounce of self control that he had not to thrust up into her.
He trembled with pleasure as Caroline grabbed his rock hard shaft and slowly inserted into her tight, wet folds. She sank down fully onto Liam’s cock, enveloping it in her warm tight pussy. He felt her tighten around him and a moan of ecstasy ripped from his throat. He had to fight from coming right then and there.
“Don’t come until, I order you to Liam. Do you understand?” she rigidly ordered.
“I understand Mistress,” Liam’s voice was hoarse with passion.
Caroline leaned forward onto her hands that where on either side of Liam’s ribcage. She slowly raised herself off of Liam’s cock and then slowly back on again. She continued this painstakingly slow rhythm, it was causing an aching fire of need to blaze across Liam’s whole body. All the blood in his body pulsed with desire. A tension was building up in side of him. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t come, all he could do is grow tighter and tighter with need. He felt like he was about to implode.
Caroline began moving herself up and down faster and faster. Ramming her pelvis into his. Her round supple posterior slapping up against his thighs.
It was driving Liam crazy he needed to come and needed to come now. He had to release this tension building up inside of him.
“Come Liam, come now,” Caroline yelled at him.
Liam let out a growl of pleasure as he released himself inside of her spilling himself completely out. Currents of pleasure glowed across his body. His cheeks warmed with satisfaction. He’d never come like this before—never felt so much pleasure.
Caroline vaulted off of him and toweled herself off in the corner of the room. “Did you like your reward Liam,” she asked smoothly.
He nodded. “Yes Mistress,” he said breathlessly.
“Good. You deserve it. You worked hard, followed my orders and made the football team. Now I have a new order for you. Once you complete it, you’ll will be rewarded. You will raise your GPA to a 3.0 average and you will apply to colleges.”
For a moment, Liam was completely speechless. He had no interest in going to college and there was no way he could raise his GPA to a 3.0.
“Do you understand me Liam?” Caroline’s voice cut through him like an icy knife.
Liam said the only thing he could say, “Yes Mistress.”
“Good.”