Bernice sighed.

  “Did I tell you that you could wear clothes?” he asked.

  She frowned.

  He gestured to the sheet around her body. Bernice watched him remove his jacket. The heat of the room and the sight of him filled her with warmth. She was being boiled from the inside out. Her pussy melted at the sight of the strength of his arms.

  She recalled the way he’d picked her up and placed her over his lap to spank her ass. Her ass burned from the memory. She wanted to feel his punishment again. Up until a few months ago she’d never thought a spanking could be so erotic. Now, she wanted to see if she could push him again.

  Leon walked up to her. She saw the purpose on his face.

  His fingers moved to where she’d tucked the end of the sheet between her breasts. Bernice gasped from the chill of his hand and the touch of his fingers against her flesh. She felt the sheet ease then fall around her body.

  She stood naked in the light of the day. The sun was up in the sky, and her whole body could be clearly seen. Each imperfect mark. She wanted to cover her legs and rounded tummy. When she was naked at night she at least got the feeling he couldn’t see all of her.

  Her hands twitched while he stood waiting for her to react. What was he waiting for?

  With as much willpower as she could muster, she kept her hands at her sides.

  “Good girl. I wouldn’t want to add to your punishment.”

  “How many punishments do I have, Master?” She remembered to use his title. He looked and sounded in charge. She knew every opportunity to please him would earn her something.

  “Well, you’ve got a punishment to come for defying the club rules. However, Sandra is the real culprit and will be facing her penalty. I have something special in mind for you.”

  She waited for him to continue. Bernice knew he was testing her. She’d not had any true training, only what she’d read and witnessed at the club.

  “The next is because you covered this gorgeous body. I didn’t give you permission, and I’ll have to think of something to teach you, so you know how to follow my instructions.” His palm caressed her back then down her thigh. There was something possessive in his touch. It was like he was marking her body with his touch alone.

  “Come, I’ll make you breakfast and a coffee.” He led her through to the kitchen. Leon pulled the chair out for her. The decorations that had been piled on the table the night before was resting against a set of cupboards.

  Leon switched on the coffee maker then pulled out a set of several saucepans. Bernie’s stomach growled making her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

  He turned smiling at her. “I’ll make an extra special breakfast this morning. Your training will begin today. You’ll need your strength. You’re free to ask any questions.”

  “What will happen now?” she asked.

  Her fingers interlocked as she fidgeted waiting for his answer. Leon turned back to her, his gaze unwavering as she stared back.

  “I think you know what happens now, Bernie.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

  “We talked last night about our future. I’m going to train you to be my sub. Are you having second thoughts about last night?”

  “No, I just thought in the light of day you might have changed your mind.” He walked over to her, taking hold of her hands inside his. His gaze never left her once. She felt captured by him. Bernice sat naked on the dining room chair, and yet his eyes never left her own.

  Leon must feel something more for her than the physical.

  Stop over-analysing everything. You talked last night and accept everything he said.

  “No, I didn’t change my mind.”

  He nodded his head then continued on with breakfast. She watched as he made pancakes. Her mouth was watering from the sizzle of the butter in the pan, and the scent was amazing. He drizzled some syrup over a pile of four pancakes then handed them to her. She picked up her knife and fork then dove right into the mound of food.

  From the first mouthful of food she was hooked. Leon had a talent in the kitchen. She closed her eyes to savour every delicious bite. He took the seat opposite her like the night before. She didn’t pay him any attention as she enjoyed her breakfast. The carbohydrates in the pancakes should have alarmed her, but Leon had warned her she needed to keep up her strength.

  Once breakfast was finished, he sent her up to the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth. She tried not to argue over his instructions. She’d been caring for herself for some years now. There was no need for him to tell her what to do. Then she realised as his sub, he could do what he wanted with her. This was their training for each other.

  All the books and the stuff Sandra had taught her had led her to this moment.

  The anticipation was killing her. She was excited to see how their three weeks were going to turn out.

  ****

  Leon watched her walk up the staircase. His cock pulsed with the need to follow her and finally sink himself into her warm wet heat. He knew she’d be soft and wet. She responded to his touch instantly.

  The budding of her nipples along with the flush of her body were the indicators he needed to look for. He ran his fingers through his hair before washing up the plates from breakfast.

  Chopping up the logs for the fire had helped him burn off steam. The moment he had woken up that morning and felt Bernie next to him had been too hard a temptation. He refused to ruin his plans because of his demanding cock.

  When the kitchen was clean once again, he picked up the decorations and placed them on the table before going to the far room where he kept his equipment. He turned on the light and saw his playroom.

  He owned numerous toys and benches for his own pleasure. Leon leaned against the door frame staring at his room. No other woman had been to his cabin. When he’d purchased this place he’d spent a great deal of time organising the rooms. He’d gotten this place because of its added seclusion.

  No one would walk the distance between the cabins, and if they did he wouldn’t just show them his playroom.

  Leon moved to the far wall where he’d placed his whips and paddles. He loved the feel of each instrument in his hand. They made him feel alive and in control, which was important to him.

  He touched each whip and paddle to decide which would be the best one to use. Their contract stated he couldn’t mark her skin with any damage. He knew he would start with his hand, but he wanted to drive her crazy. After some time, he decided on the wooden paddle. He didn’t need to apply much force to her ass, and he’d warm her ass up with his palm.

  Out of all of his equipment, his hand was his favourite. There was something highly erotic about watching an ass turn a bright red from the slap of his palm. His cock twitched inside his pants.

  No sex. He’d decided to wait and savour every delicious moment with Bernie. Sex would spoil the intensity building between them. Only when they were both in danger of blowing apart would he give himself up to the pleasure of taking her.

  Moving from his wall, he went to the shelf in the corner and took two nipple clamps from the shelf. He remembered buying them with Bernie in mind. It was after her first visit to the club, and when he’d seen them online that night, he knew she would be the woman to wear them.

  When he’d got what he wanted along with a small tub of ointment for her after care, he closed then locked the door.

  Leon moved to the sofa, grabbed a pillow and all the necessary stuff for her punishment. He looked forward to caring for her afterward more than he did her punishment. Having Bernie in his arms once again was what he wanted.

  Seconds later the woman he loved made her way down the stairs. Her hand reached out holding the railing while she took each step carefully. He’d witnessed her clumsy ways at the club. Bernie had a way of tripping over her own shadow. The concentration was adorable, and her tongue peeked out at the corner.

  His cock pulsed once again in his pants. What would it feel like to have her lips wrapped around his dick?

  He pushed the thoughts aside watching the way her tights bounced. Her hips swayed from side to side. The natural allure of her body called to him. Her tummy was nicely rounded, complementing her whole figure. No bones showed through, just a fullness of shape.

  She paused at the bottom of the steps.

  “Come here, Bernie,” he said.

  With no hesitation she made her way over to where he sat. Leon stood, and she stared up at him. “I’m going to start your punishment. Do you remember your safe word?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” He reached up stroking her cheek. Her skin was silky smooth to the touch. They both moaned, neither saying another word.

  Leon moved down her cheek to her neck. She shivered from his touch. Glancing down he saw her nipples were tight with arousal. He always made sure the cabin was well heated during this time of year. Also, he loved seeing her naked in his home. She looked stunning. There was no clothing beautiful enough to do her figure justice.

  He trailed a path down her neck to her chest. Her heart was racing. Leon fingered her nipples. Her eyes dilated as she looked at him. Other Doms would have demanded she look at the floor. He didn’t want to. Looking into her eyes was all part of the play. By gazing into her eyes, he’d be able to see her reactions and understand what was turning her on and what was not.

  “Present your tits to me.”

  She pushed her chest up to him. He turned his attention to her full mounds. They were gorgeous, ripe, and all his to touch.

  “I’m going to clamp your nipples. Have you ever had them clamped?” he asked.

  “No, Master.”

  “I’ll be your first?”

  “All the way, Master.”

  Leon smiled at her address of him. He wondered if she’d ever try to defy him with changing his name. The more he thought about their time together, the more he looked forward to teaching her and testing every part of her life.

  He took the first clamp in his hand. She kept her gaze on his face at all times. Leon leaned down taking her nipple between his lips, sucking on the flesh. Her eyes closed as a moan escaped her lips. The bud tightened in his mouth. He closed his own eyes for several seconds relishing the feel of her in his mouth.

  Her taste was addictive. She tasted like more than a supple woman. She was like heaven on a cold, depressing day. Her eyes were still closed when he stood. Leon eased the clamp over her nipple. The moment it closed over the tight, wet, red bud she winced.

  Leon gave her other nipple the same attention. She winced once again. He glanced up to see her eyes were wide open as she looked at him. Her lips were parted, the bottom lip full and moist. Did she have any idea how tempting she looked?

  Chapter Six

  Her nipples were on fire. The clamps stung. She wanted to tear them off her breasts, but then she’d get even worse. Then the burning pain shot through her whole body. Her clit swelled. She rubbed her legs together feeling the pleasure shake her entire body. His touch sent off electric signals all around her. She was sensitive to the slightest touch.

  “Do you feel the change?” he asked.

  “I ache everywhere, Master.”

  He turned her so her back was to him. “Every part of you is sensitive?”

  “Yes, it is more than I can stand.”

  Leon chuckled. The vibrations went straight to her cunt. She was on fire with the need to climax.

  His hands moved down the sides of her body. She whimpered then cried out as his hands slapped either side of her thighs. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”

  “I’m not.”

  Another short sharp slap to her thigh. She cried out then moaned as her legs scissored for more contact with her clitoris.

  “You’re building up your punishments here, baby. Address me properly with my title unless I tell you otherwise.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.” She wanted to sob and beg him to make her come all at the same time.

  “Good.” His hands moved round to the front of her thighs. She felt him move down her body until he split her legs open. The contact she’d gained with her clit was lost.

  Bernice whimpered missing the contact already.

  “Please,” she said.

  “Please, what?” he asked.

  She cried out. It was too much. How could anyone concentrate with so much sensation? Her focus failed at every opportunity. It was too much and not enough. The pain combined with the pleasure made it hard for her to focus on anything. Leon expected her to keep saying his title while she couldn’t remember her own name.

  He turned her back to face him. She stared at him for several seconds before he caught her close. Leon stroked her hair as she tried to gain some composure.

  “You can use your safe word at any time,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes. Was she ready to give up?

  Give up now and you’ve failed. Can you walk away knowing you gave up when the going got tough?

  Suck it up!

  Bernice shook her head. She took several deep breaths determined to see this through. “I’m not giving up.”

  “Say your word at any time, Bernie, and it stops.”

  “I don’t want it to stop. I’m new to this. Please, give me time.”

  “Don’t try to top me, baby. I know what I’m doing. You’ll take your punishment or use your safe word.” He tilted her head back with a finger underneath her chin.

  “If I use my safe word, what happens?” she asked.

  “I’ll stop.”

  “What happens after?” she asked.

  Bernice wasn’t stupid. She knew there was an underlying problem.

  “If you use your safe word before I think you’re ready then we’re over.”

  His words shocked her.

  She pulled away, staring at him. Bernice was confused. What was the point of having a safe word if she wasn’t allowed to use it?

  “I don’t understand. Safe words are in place to protect the submissive if he or she doesn’t like what is happening.”

  He swore under his breath. Bernice felt like she was missing something important.

  “Safe words are in place for extreme circumstances in order to end the scene completely. If I’m pushing you but you don’t want me to stop, then we need to figure out another word to tell me to slow down.”

  Leon cupped her cheek, closing the gap. “I’m not giving up on you without a fight, Bernie. Make no mistake of my feelings for you. I want this to work. Do you want this to work?”

  She nodded her head. “Yes, what do you think I’ve been doing? I want this so much, Leon. More than you can imagine. I want to be the woman you want.”

  “And I want to be the man for you.” He leaned down brushing his lips against hers. She accepted his kiss. Her arms moved round to cup his head. Leon circled her waist pulling her naked body against his rough clothing. The contact tugged on the clamps. She rubbed her body against his loving the feel of the tugging on her nipples.

  Leon grabbed her arms pulling her away. She stared at him dazed. How did he confuse her so much?

  “Amber,” he said.

  She was pleased to see he looked as short of breath as she felt.

  “Amber?” she asked.

  “That will be your word to tell me to slow down. I never want to push you to the extreme of using your safe word, Bernie. If you need me to slow down but want to continue our play then say ‘Amber’.”

  Bernice agreed with his word. It was perfect. Amber would tell him to slow down but to also make him aware she wanted to continue.

  “Do you want to continue?” he asked.

  She gazed down at her chest. In the time it had taken her to talk with him about safe words, the clamps no longer caused any discomfort.

  “I’m ready to continue.”

  “I promise you it won’t always be about punishment. This is because you talked with Sandra and for wearing the sheet over your body when I hadn’t given you permission to.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.”

  She watched him take a seat on the sofa. “Lean over my knees.”

  Bernice took a deep breath before moving to where he wanted her. She went over his knees, thankful her body was not as wide as his legs were long. If her body hadn’t fit on his legs she’d have been so embarrassed.

  Her breasts fell over his leg while her belly rested on his legs. One hand caught her waist keeping her in place. His other hand began to feel her ass. All the time they’d been talking she hadn’t been aware of her nakedness. Every passing moment her nakedness no longer felt a problem.

  She felt so aware of him. His hand moved all over the cheeks of her ass. She tensed when his hand disappeared. Bernice expected him to spank her quick and sharp like he did last time.

  ****

  Leon ran his hand all over her ass. He felt her tense each time he left her butt. She was waiting for her spanks. He refused to give in to her expectations. This was his punishment, and by the time he was finished he wanted her begging him for a release. In some cases a spanking was designed to punish a sub, but in some instances it could be a prelude to sex. He wouldn’t fuck Bernice. Not yet. He wanted to get to know her better.

  Her cheeks were so round. Last night he hadn’t gotten the chance to enjoy the feel of her. He ran his fingers then his hand in a path around the heart shape perfections of her butt. Staring down, he saw her creamy cunt glistening at him along with the puckered hole of her ass. He’d bet every penny he owned she’d never been fucked in the ass. Soon, he’d take her ass, but for now, he wanted her to get more accustomed to him. Leon wanted everything from her.

  He knew he was a selfish bastard. No other man would touch her at the club the moment he laid claim to her. He had gone to the library to speak with her over his books and to see if there was any competition for her affections.

  Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he raised his palm. Bernie didn’t tense on his legs, so he brought his palm down on her ass. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed around the room. Bernie yelped, tensed, and then relaxed on his legs.

 

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