Chapter Nine

Jeremy

The motion sensor lights immediately turn on as I pull up in the driveway of my home. I turn to look at the expression of surprise mixed with hesitance on LaTasha’s face. I press the button to raise the garage door and pull in. Wordlessly, I open the door, hop out, and go around to open LaTasha’s door for her. I’m pleased when I see her wait for me to open the door instead of getting out on her own. It’s a small gesture, but it shows she knows how to follow rules and I don’t have to repeat myself. As for why I decided to bring LaTasha to my home instead of the usual hotel suite where I take my subs, is an issue I choose not to entertain right now.

“You brought me to your home.” If her face wasn’t so expressive already, the surprise in her voice would definitely give her away.

“I said we needed to talk privately.”

“Right. You did say that.”

“Come on,” I say, leading her through the door that enters the mudroom. Once there, I remove the suit jacket I’d been wearing and hung LaTasha’s purse up on one of the wooden wall hangers. “Would you like anything to drink?” I ask. As we enter the living room the lights turn on automatically.

“Some water would be great.”

“Coming right up. Have a seat.” I gesture toward the large leather couch. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I turn and retrieve two bottles of water from my refrigerator, returning in less than a minute. I observe Tasha sitting, but she’s noticeably uptight. I study her while she looks around the room, admiring the stone fireplace, huge saltwater fish tank, and the rest of the earth tone décor.  

“Here’s your water.” I twist the cap off and hand it to her before placing my bottle on a coaster on the glass coffee table close to the couch. Coming to stand in front of her, I kneel on one knee. I hide my smirk when her eyes widen.

“W-what are doing?”

For a second, I fear she’s going to choke on her water. “Hand me your foot.”

“What?”

“Love, you know I don’t like repeating myself and I know you heard me the first time.”

She stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind for a few seconds before offering me her foot. I reach for it, removing her shoe I have no doubt she purchased especially for our date. I begin to rub her stocking-clad foot. A few seconds later, I reach for the other foot, which LaTasha offers up less reluctantly than the first one. Removing that shoe, I begin massaging both feet simultaneously. At first, she sighs lightly, but as I increase the pressure, soft moans emit from her throat. When my cock begins stirring in my pants because of those sounds, I know it’s time to end this little massage.

“How did you know my feet were hurting like hell?”

I chuckle. “Lucky guess.” I stand, moving toward the fireplace to light it before I join her on the couch. “Did you enjoy the museum?”

The slow grin that spreads over her beautiful face answers my question before her words do. “Are you kidding? Thank you for taking me.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s discuss those assignments.”

“Okay.”

She begins nibbling on her lower lip. “LaTasha, I’m sure you don’t know what you’re doing to me every time you bite your lip. You’re not ready for everything that lip is making me feel, so for both our sakes, I suggest you stop.”

Her eyes bulge, and for a second I think she’s going to continue to challenge me. Oh, how I wish she would. It would make my plans for the night much easier. Unfortunately, she slowly releases her lip from her teeth’s grips. I must stand to put some distance between us.

I retrieve my water bottle to take a sip as I stare off into the fire. I attempt to gather my thoughts for a minute. “Back to those assignments,” I say, finally turning to her.

“Oh yeah…” She nods. “What do you want to know?” She’s avoiding eye contact, which tells me she hasn’t finished them. I’d already suspected as much.

“How were the Ben Wa balls?” I ask first, knowing that was the easier of the two assignments.

“Honestly, they were a little uncomfortable at first, but I wore them as you requested. I even did a little research on them and found there are exercises that go along with them. Did you know there’re women who actually lift weights with their uh…pelvic muscles?”

I chuckle at the expression on her face.

“Anyway, they’re getting better.”

I incline my head towards her, pleased. “And the writing?”

That question causes her to break eye contact again, taking another sip of her water. “Um, well, I tried.”

“You tried?” I raise an eyebrow.

She nods.

“Love,” I warn.

“Yes, I tried,” she immediately confirms. “But the words still wouldn’t flow.”

“So you didn’t complete the assignment?” I replace my water bottle on the table and come to stand in front of her, towering over her.

“No.”

“Stand up.”

She hesitates and just as my irritation at her lack of compliance grows, she slowly rises, but bends down to grab her shoes first.

“Leave them. Follow me,” I say, turning to suppress the urge to touch her. I walk down the hall and down the spiral staircase that leads to my playroom. I turn back once I reach the door to make sure she is behind me. I don’t admit out loud that this is a momentous occasion. This will be the very first time that anyone besides me will enter this room. I’ve owned this house for five years and spent that same amount of time creating this room to fit the image in my mind. I never realized until this moment that I was waiting for the right sub to show it to. Turning the knob, I open the door and the light illuminates the space. I hear LaTasha’s breath catch as I step aside to allow her entrance.

“This is my playroom. Well, it’s one of them.”

I watch as she steps inside, looking around at all the floggers, paddles, and collars hanging on the wall. Her hand grazes the steel pole that’s erected in the center of the room. I can tell she’s intrigued, which serves to heighten my own arousal. Seeing her in this space does something more to me than I’d ever imagined. 

“We need to discuss punishments,” I finally say, low.

“Punishments?” Those big, honey eyes look at me questioningly.

“Yes. I gave you an assignment and you failed to complete it. That cannot go unpunished.” I run my finger along her jaw line, needing to touch her. “We’ve already talked about your hard lines and I’ve told you I’m not into sadomasochism. Punishments aren’t meant to cause pain. Not always,” I say that last part around a mischievous grin. “But failure to complete an assignment is an offense that can’t be tolerated.” I stroll over to the wall toward the hanging floggers. I’ve lost count of the total number I own. Each serves their own purpose. I pick up my red and black flogger with the leather one-inch wide falls. Perfect for this occasion.

“There are many ways I can punish you, but for this occasion, I think a flogger is the most fitting.” I come to stand in front of her.

She continues to stare at me, anticipating my next move. When she doesn’t run screaming, I take that as a positive sign.

“I’m going to bind your wrists with my silk scarf and turn you to face the wall.” I pull one of my drawers open and remove a purple silk scarf I just purchased the week before when I realized I loved the look of purple against her skin. “Hold out your wrists.”

Hesitantly, LaTasha obliges. I tie a double knot, securing her wrists together. Next, I lead her over to the large king size bed. “It’s not too tight, is it?”

“N-no,” she assures me.

“Tell me why you weren’t able to complete the assignment I gave you?” I ask, turning her toward the wall. “Raise your arms and grab the bar above your head.”

She raises her gaze to stare at the bar before raising bound hands to grip it. Her movements are stiff and hesitant, but her compliance speaks volumes regarding trust. “Writer’s block,” she answers.

“Okay, before we get started, you need to tell me your safe word.”

“Safe word?”

“Yes. What is the word you want to use if I go too far or you become uncomfortable?”

“Wolverine.”

My chest tightens. “Wolverine it is.”

“Since this will be our first time, I’ll allow you to keep your clothes on. And I’m going to use a less intense flogger. You will receive five lashes and you’ll count out loud. Understand?”

She nods.

“Love,” I growl.

“S-sorry. I mean, yes. Understood.”

“Turn your head toward the wall, but keep your eyes open.”

When she obeys, I take a step back, putting enough distance between us to allow the flogger to do its job. I lift my hand and send the flogger down in one swift swing, landing right across her buttocks. The sound reverberates around the room, and Tasha gasps.

“One,” she sounds off.

I sigh in relief, a warm feeling overtaking me as I raise my hand again.

“T-two.” Her voice has taken on a husky undertone.

My lower region reacts at her sensual tone.

“Threeee.”

“Two more, doll,” I say, angling my body a little different to ensure I hit a different spot on her plump buttocks.

“F-fourrr,” she purrs after the fourth strike, her ass bouncing back as if begging for more.

My cock is rock hard just from the deep emotion—both pleasure and fear—I hear in her voice. Her body’s reaction to this tells me she was made for what I’m doing to her. Goddamn!

“Fiiiive.”

With my final swing, I drop the flogger at my side and reach up to untie her from the metal bar. Turning her to face me, I crush my lips to hers. She eagerly accepts my kiss, opening her mouth for me. I nibble and bite at her lips before I dive back in, consuming her whole. There is no half-assing anything with this woman.

“Turn around,” I order hoarsely after pulling back.

I reach for her zipper trying to ignore the trembling in my own fingers. Lowering the zipper, I push the sides of her romper down her arms. I bend down, biting the back of her shoulder, needing to see if she tastes as good as her skin promises. She’s even better.

“Mmm…”

I grin at the pleasure she experiences from me gnawing on her flesh. I pull back, savoring the small imprint my bite has left on her shoulder. Without wasting much more time, I push the romper to the floor, bringing her panties and nude stockings down with it.

“I’m going to tie your wrists again once we’re on the bed. Are your wrists okay? Not sore are they?” I already knew I hadn’t tied them tight enough to cause any real discomfort, but I still want to check in.

“They’re fine,” she answers as I turn her to face me again.

I lead her to the bed, lay her down, and use the silk scarf to bind her wrists to the metal headboard above her head. I take a step back to take in the sight before me. I’ve had this dream many times over the last few months, but none of them even compare to reality. I take in the uncertainty in LaTasha’s eyes, and the way that bottom lip trembles with anticipation. The rise and fall of her breasts, tipped off by the hardened nipples, are barely able to be contained by the lacy bra that I haven’t removed. Her belly is slightly rounded. I’m surprised when I see a small gold hoop attached to her belly button, but I make my face remain neutral as my eyes glide over the rest of her body. The buildup of tension in the room is apparent the longer I remain quiet, simply staring. I know her mind is conjuring up all types of fears and scenarios. I thrive on that feeling of uncertainty I feel emanating off her.

“Plant your feet on the bed and spread your legs,” I finally tell her as I come to stand at the end of the bed.

  Slowly, she opens her legs.

Goddamn. I can see the moisture pooled between her thighs. She was turned on from my flogger. I’m sure I’ve just been shown the gateway to heaven, I think as I take in her pretty pink pussy. My first instinct is to listen to my cock and find my way home deep inside her, but tonight isn’t about me. Tonight, I want her to know what she can expect as my sub. She’s already gotten a little taste of my flogger. That was as far as I had thought I’d go, but I need to have at least a taste of her. Again, I look over her entire body before my eyes settle on the wetness that is evident on the hairs that cover her mound.

“Wider.”

She extends the gap, exposing more of herself to me.

“You are everything I thought you would be. How could you have ever doubted my attraction to you?” The reverence in my voice can’t be mistaken. I remove my loafers and crawl on the bed toward her, settling my body between her legs. “Tonight, I finally get to taste exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for months.” The words fall from my lips before I can stop them. Sitting back on my haunches, I reach to spread her wetness to her clit.

Another sharp intake of her breath sends a chill down my spine. I finally bend down, and tongue her bulging clit, circling it.

“Ahhhh,” Tasha gasps and attempts to scoot back.

Pushing her legs further apart and encircling my arms around her upper thighs so she can’t move away from me, I look up at her face. “Don’t ever try to run from me.” My tone is sharp. I lower my head again, circling her clit once more with my tongue before putting my entire mouth on her. When I do, I know there is no way I won’t become addicted to her taste. The moans and sharp inhales sounding above me only intensify my efforts. I suck on her outer labia, making sure to touch every part of her delicious pussy with my mouth. It takes me a little while to realize that the moans I’m hearing are not only coming from LaTasha, but from me as well. I hear her straining against the restraint above her head, and now instead of running from the pleasure, she is pushing her clit against my face. When I feel her inner thighs begin to quiver, I know she is close.

“Cum for me, doll,” I tell her.

Her body tightens up, her legs attempting to squeeze together, and I feel the flood of juices against my tongue. If all of that wasn’t an indicator, the deep guttural groan I hear tells me she’s just had the most satisfying orgasm of her life. Her first orgasm.

Satisfied, I release her thighs and sit back up on my haunches, looking down at her. Her chest is heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

“Damn,” she moans.

“That’s just the beginning. But that’s it for tonight.” I say, reaching up to remove the scarf and massage her wrists. I lay down at her side, turning myself to stare at her and begin stroking her belly. “Do you need any water or anything?”

She begins to shake her head, but then she stops. “No, I-I’m better than I’ve ever been.”

The smile she gives me wearing her post-orgasm glow satisfies me in ways I never thought possible. I fondle her belly-button ring. “This was a surprise.”

She giggles. “I got it two and a half years ago after my first book was published.”

“A gift to yourself?”

She nods. “And a reclaiming of my body, sort of.” She shrugs.

I nod, wondering what that meant. “Do you have any questions for me? About what just happened or anything else?” I ask, continuing to play with her belly-button ring.

“Um, yeah, I do have a question.”

“So ask.”

“Can you tell me more about your foster mother?”

My head shoots back, surprised at this question. “Really?”

“Yes. I mean, I have questions about what just happened, but I need to let those play in my head a little more. In the meantime, I want to know more about you. I got the impression you didn’t want to discuss your foster mother earlier, but I’m here practically naked, exposed to you after you’ve just spanked me. I think it’s only fair that you expose yourself a little too.”

I remain silent, contemplating what she’s really asking me. It is only fair of me to share a piece of myself with her considering the circumstances. “You may have a point. What would you like to know?”

“Tell me how old you were when you went to live with her. What was she like? I sensed that you really love her when you mentioned her earlier.”

I nod. “I did. Still do although she passed away many years ago.” I lay back on the bed, pulling her into me. “She was the first person who showed me what love really is.” I stroke the soft skin of her shoulder while staring up at the ceiling, my free arm perched behind my back. That’s not an easy admission for me. For the rest of the evening, I spend our time together telling LaTasha about the first woman who ever showed me any real love. I was twelve when I went to live with Ms. Janice, whom I eventually started calling Mama Janice. Those were good memories to indulge in. Before I knew it, we’d both fallen asleep, smiling at the stories I’d told LaTasha about Mama Janice.