Jules

 

I woke to softness beside me.

 

Sometimes when I would wake, there was this moment between sleep and consciousness that was like floating. It was soft and comfortable and a little disorienting, but in the best kind of way. It was holding onto a dream even after you felt it slipping away and it was as good a way to start your day as any.

 

That’s what I thought this was.

 

Softness and warmth. Being wrapped around a body that wasn’t a pillow. It’s the sort of feeling that every person out there craved, a universal need, even if not all of us were willing to acknowledge it.

 

And here it was. Was it any wonder I thought I was still lingering in a dream?

 

But as I slowly opened my eyes, my lids still lined in sand, I realized the truth. This wasn’t a dream. It was me, lying in bed with a beautiful brunette that had let me not only eat her pussy, but spill my seed as deep inside her as I could get.

 

Fucking unreal.

 

I was pressed against her from behind, her back against her chest and my crotch at her ass. My growing hard on was nestled between her cheeks, reaching as though to slide between her legs and repeat last night all over again.

 

Which I wasn’t at all opposed to.

 

“Jules?”

 

Her voice was soft and sweet and definitely awake. I wasn’t sure how long she’d been up, but I had the feeling she’d woken before me. I wondered how long she’d spent backed up into me.

 

I grinned a little as I thought of my cock having a mind of its own. Morning wood, wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

 

Well, there is something I can do about it, if her pussy is feeling up to it.

 

But I decided not to press that just yet. There were a lot of things I wanted from her today and I decided I’d start with focusing on those. I was willing to bet her pussy was sore from last night, especially since it was her first time. I didn’t want to make it painful for her, so I would wait if I needed to.

 

“Good morning, pet,” I greeted her, my voice gravelly with lingering sleep.

 

“Good morning… sir.”

 

She was getting the hang of sir at least, but time to press some of the other expectations. “How long have you been up?” I asked.

 

I felt her shrug in my arms. “Not long, sir.”

 

“Alright. Go do your business then. After that, I want breakfast.”

 

She shifted in my arms, turning her head so that she could look back at me. I was startled by how beautiful she looked first thing in the morning. Hair mussed, makeup gone, eyes wide and mouth small. “Breakfast?”

 

“Mhm. I expect you to make it for me and bring it to me here in bed.”

 

I wondered if she’d protest, but she didn’t. Instead, she pulled away from my grasp – my cock complained about this – and threw her legs over the side of the bed. She winced a little, I thought, but didn’t complain.

 

“Can I have a robe, sir?”

 

Ah, and now the fun began.

 

I sat up a little, propping myself up on my elbow and grinning at her wickedly. “No, you may not.”

 

She glanced back at me, her eyebrows high and her mouth parted slightly. “Sir?”

 

“No robe. You don’t need clothing. You’ll be spending the entire weekend naked unless I give you something… specific to wear.” Like a collar, I thought but didn’t say. There were a few other straps and cuffs and things of that nature that also came to mind, but I shuffled them away for later. Start small, then build.

 

She flushed from her face down her neck and to the tops of her full tits. It was a strangely erotic thing to see on her.

 

When she just sat there staring at me, I raised a single eyebrow at her. “Is there a problem with that?”

 

Quickly, she hopped up and shook her head. “No, sir. I’ll… get started on it. Is there anything you prefer?”

 

I shook my head. “Surprise me.”

 

She headed out the door then and I watched with appreciation. Her ass was perky and round, full but not overly large. It bounced just right as she walked and I felt the urge to swat at it again, just for fun.

 

When she disappeared out the door, I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. What are you doing, Jules?

 

The situation came crashing down around me as I realized just how fucked up this was. I didn’t have a problem with paying her for sex or even for taking her virginity, though maybe a better man would have. I was paying her well for the experience, and I made sure it was good for her, too. She came twice last night and I doubted she’d find many men that could or would do that for her.

 

Something hot and angry formed in my chest at the thought of her with someone else.

 

Not a good sign.

 

“I can’t do this with her,” I muttered to the ceiling.

 

Because if this was all about sex or money, I wouldn’t have been concerned, but at some point last night, possibly while I was buried deep inside of her, I realized the truth. It wasn’t just about either of those things. It was about something more desperate, more primal. I had needed things and unexpectedly found them in her.

 

Which was dangerous, because I could feel myself becoming attached. I wanted to keep her for myself, not send her back out into the world wiser and more experienced. I wanted to make her my submissive, to have her wear the clothes I picked out for her and to have her make my breakfast and to make sure she didn’t cut herself as she shaved her perfect pink pussy. I wanted her in bed, my hardened cock was proof enough of that, but I wanted her in my life, too.

 

“I can’t fall in love with her.”

 

And with those words spoken out loud, I realized my true worry: That I already was falling in love with her.

 

Beautiful.

 

Submissive.

 

Smart.

 

Sexy.

 

Allison.

 

How easy it would be to put her on a leash and keep her here all to myself. Just like I had with Sandra. And that thought was why it couldn’t happen.

 

Sandra had been my submissive. For five years, we’d lived together. I was her Dom, someone to take care of her, and she loved that. She wanted nothing more than to relinquish everything to me. She didn’t want to make choices or have to approach those big things in her life alone. I gave her safety and security.

 

Until the day I didn’t.

 

I fell in love with Sandra, fell harder than I’d ever fallen for anyone. And all I ever wanted was to do right by her. But we were a Dom/sub pair. That meant I had control over her and it meant that she had to be obedient. And sometimes she wasn’t, which meant I had to punish her.

 

Sandra, I found, liked the punishment even more than she liked the pleasure. Toward the last year of our relationship, I found that she was deliberately disobeying me more and more just so that I’d have to punish her.

 

Some of it was as simple as spanking her, just as I’d done with Allison yesterday, but some of it was more. She wanted to be caned, to be flogged. She liked the whipping and the spanking. It got to the point where she wanted more of that than the sex and the soft touches and the cuddling.

 

To me, that wasn’t what punishment was about. Punishment was about changing a behavior, something bad in return for something done wrong. But for Sandra, it grew to be something else.

 

And that got dangerous. Suddenly, the lines between pain and pleasure were so blurred for her that I didn’t know where to stop. And I loved her so damn much that I would do anything to make her happy. Even if it meant hurting her.

 

Except that one day I went too far.

 

I hurt her badly enough that she had to go to the hospital. The doctor checked her out and she recovered fine, but there was always something between us after that. She wanted punishment, but was scared of the pain now. And I wanted to make her happy, but couldn’t trust my own control anymore.

 

I was the one that ended it. I couldn’t go on hurting her anymore and I didn’t know how to change that for her.

 

We haven’t spoken since, though she’s called a handful of times.

 

“Allison isn’t like that, though,” I murmured. But then I remembered how she’d enjoyed the spanking the night before. It had been light, but would that enjoyment only grow? It was impossible to say. Not everyone was Sandra, but anyone could be.

 

And that terrified me.

 

My chest aching, I pulled back the covers and got out of bed. I washed quickly, then got dressed, all the while knowing what I had to do. It wasn’t something I wanted, but it was my only option. I couldn’t risk what I might one day do to Allison. I couldn’t risk that she would want it – or that she wouldn’t.

 

“I have to end it.”

 

I caught the smell of breakfast just as I pulled my shirt on. Turning, I caught sight of Allison. Her womanly curves were on display, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing. In her hands, she had a tray with a plate, silverware, and both coffee and juice on it.

 

“I wasn’t sure what you would like, sir, so I tried to go with something healthy. An egg white omelet, the turkey bacon I found in the fridge, a bowl of fresh fruit with powdered sugar on top, and some whole-wheat toast. I brought both orange juice and coffee, since I wasn’t quite sure which you’d prefer in the morning. And I brought some creamer, too, because I didn’t know if you liked it black.” Her big doe eyes looked up at me bashfully. “There’s so much I don’t know yet.”

 

Staring at the breakfast that she’d taken the time to think over and make for me, I almost couldn’t do it. I wanted to keep her and she was such a natural at this… But I couldn’t.

 

“Allison, thank you,” I began, taking the tray from her. She seemed a little surprised, maybe catching the tone of my voice. I placed the tray on the dresser, then turned back to her. Her body called to me, but I did my best to resist and stick to my guns. “I’ll pay you for your virginity. That was the agreement and I took that.”

 

Her normally flushed cheeks paled, the corners of her mouth dropping down. She had definitely picked up on my words and tone by now. “Sir—”

 

I held up my hand. “Don’t interrupt,” I ordered her and she fell silent, her face dropping so that she stared at the floor. “I’ll transfer the other quarter of a million, as one million was the original price for your virginity. But that’s all I can do. The rest of the weekend can’t happen; I won’t risk it.”

 

She was silent for a long time, then asked timidly, “Sir, may I speak?”

 

Only because she asked politely, I nodded and allowed her to speak her peace.

 

She pulled her head up and the look on her face broke my heart. She looked devastated. As though my words had truly and honestly just wrecked her world. I would give her the rest of the money and then some just to take that pathetic, heartbroken look off her face.

 

I told myself that was all it was. It was just because of the money, but I didn’t entirely believe it. In 24 hours, she had become the woman that was all but built specifically for me. Wasn’t it possible that she felt the same toward me?

 

Don’t be a fool, I thought. She needs the money for her sister. So much more than I ever thought. It’s all the more reason to leave her be. To not take advantage of her. How can I show someone so innocent my darkness?

 

“You said that I had the power. I want to continue.”