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Chapter 13 - 13 Safe place

This woman is the best thing I have ever seen in my life. How could I not want her body to be close to mine? Watching her cheeks redden and her eyes avert mine as I look at her, I know she's affected just as much as I am at this moment by each other.

I pull her closer to me, feeling her skin underneath my fingers. "So when does your brother come home?" I ask her, trying to see how much time I had to get to know her before she became too busy.

She shrugs, "I'm not sure. I'm going off of the last time he did this, and say two weeks. However, I have to go talk to the doctors tomorrow. Hopefully, I can keep him in there and get him the help he needs to get and stay sober. I'm not going to throw my brother out, but I'm not going to let him have his druggie friends come over and help him shoot up, either." She growled the last sentence out, obviously frustrated over the situation.

Two weeks? That might be it?

"How long will they keep him if you can get him into the rehab?"

She sighs, "Since he tried to kill himself, I'm hoping that the psych ward doctors realize that he needs rehab and he's unwilling to admit it. They'll keep him for another month then and if I could just get him past the major hump of withdrawals.... maybe he'll see he needs help." She gives me a strained smile, pain so evident in her eyes, it became palpable to me.

"Hey, come here." I shift and wrap her up in my arms as she trembles with her face in the crook of my neck. "It's obvious you care about your brother. Hopefully, he see's that you're just trying to help him because you love him. That's the hardest part, is having them see themselves through their loved ones eyes."

She sniffles but pushes away, "Sorry, I think I've ruined the mood. I've just been overwhelmed with him and trying to maintain my business, has been hard enough."

I sit up, "Don't worry about 'the mood'. Part of all this," I motion to the club, "is that it's a safe place to let out those emotions. You're not the first person to let out some pent up emotion and will not be the last one too. You really don't have to apologize for any of it."

Her soft smile as she wipes away the few tears that escaped, has my heart pounding and my stomach doing back flips.

"Thanks." She whispers as she stands and goes into the bathroom. I give her a few minutes and hear the water come on. I walk over and see her standing under the water rinsing her body off. I step in the shower and wrap my arms around her.

"I want you to do something for me." I tell her, stroking her skin softly where my hands are.

"What's that?" She asks.

I can feel the way she wants to melt in my arms, but stays tense enough to keep from doing so.

"I want you to let all your stress, your worries wash down the drain for the rest of the night. They'll still be there tomorrow for you, so let me take care of you tonight." The offer is out of my mouth before I need to give it much thought.

She stills in my hands, "Why are you doing all this? I mean other than for the sex?" She turns and gazes up at me with vulnerable eyes that are edged in steel, ready to shut down if I say the wrong thing.

"Because that's one of the many things a Dom does for their sub and," I start and I see the steel forming deeper in her eyes, "and because I like you. Even if it's just what we have here." That steel wall turns to chain link fencing in her eyes. She's guarded but not blind to what's being offered.

"Alright." She says softly, making a smile spread across my face.

"Good," If I was a cat I'd be purring like a tiger right now as I instruct her, "turn off the water and dry yourself off. Your training starts when I come out. And I expect to see you on your knees when I come out."

Her eyes widen and she nods, "Yes, sir." Her voice sounds dry, but she still does what I told her to.

I don't rush drying myself off, even though I wanted to. I wanted to see her kneeling already, waiting anxiously for me, but I took a breath and walked out of the bathroom.

Her back was facing me, so her sweet, supple ass was the first thing I saw. Her damp hair hung lankly behind her, with drops of water clinging to the ends. I watch as one drops to catch on her lower back, roll over her skin to the crack of her ass, only to disappear there.

I took a seat on the sofa, enjoying the view from this angle. Her head swiveled to me, giving me a questioning look.

Keeping my face as stoic as possible, I command her and motion with my hand, "Come here."

She stays on her knees, but crawls on all fours towards me. The hunger in her eyes has me clenching my jaw, wanting so badly to feed her until she could not handle any more. Her tits sway and I can only imagine how her ass is bouncing. My cock twitches and I can't fight the fact it starts growing.

When she's right next to me, she sits back on her legs, her hands resting on her knees.

She's off to a great start for a submissive. I may not have to train her much after all.

I look at her smiling, as a thought comes to mind. "There are items in that top drawer over in the cabinets. Bring me two things. Ladies Choice." Giving her the option of what to choose, should make her comfortable with what I want to do.

She crawls over to the cabinet, her ass cheeks jiggling with each movement. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound of appreciation. That perfect, sweet, pear shaped ass was making it hard to not hop up and smack it, just to watch it jiggle more.

She opens the drawer and as she glimpses what is inside, she throws a questioning look at me. I give a subtle bob of my head in encouragement, letting her choose.

She looks at each item and I can see her hesitant but excited tension in her back. She picks up one item, not letting me see, before picking up one more. She uses her elbows to close the drawer, keeping her hands in front of her chest. She turns quickly, placing her hands behind her back, making me wait to see what she has chosen.

She holds out her hands, presenting an o ring gag and a small leather paddle. I sit up straighter, taking them both from her, smiling in my assessment of her choices.

"Do you want me to face fuck you?" I take the O ring gag off her hands.

She nods, a touch of excitement in her eyes.

"Tsk, Tsk."

She catches her mistake, "Yes, Sir."

"I do not fit in this O ring gag, and the one I do, is not for beginners." I inform her, watching her face fall.

"But do I really need the gag to fulfill that desire?"

She starts to shake her head , but catches herself this time, "No, Sir." Her excitement returns to her eyes as a smile spreads across her lips.

"The paddle now...." I take it and smile, "This is for pleasure, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

I nod, "Go pick out one for when you need to be punished."

She hesitates.

"What is it? Speak or I won't know." I ask her, wondering about her hesitation.

She opens her mouth and takes a breath before timidly responding, "Can I pick your hand? I don't think I'm ready for anything else in there..."

"Tsk-Tsk..." I say, making her head pop up in confusion, her gaze questioning what she did wrong. "IS that the way you ask for something?"

Her eyes widen, "Please, sir, can I choose your hand?"

"That's better but I was going to let your earlier transgression go, but two in one night..." I trail off, scooting myself to the edge of the couch and pat my legs.

"Come here. Five swats is fair since you are new."

She doesn't move, but looks at me surprised.

"Not following my order?" I query.

She starts to protest, "Punished for what exactly. sir?"

I let disappointment fall over my face, "Add another 10 for defiance." I pat my legs again.

She shifts forward, moving across my lap slowly.

"Good girl." I praise her, but get back to business. "Five are for not using your manners. Ten are for defying me and having to ask." I rub her ass cheeks and I feel her tense.

"Brian, sir?" She looks over her shoulder, a hint of fear in her tone.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to handle it. I want you to count and thank me after each one. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." She puts her eyes to the front, hands in front of her. I place an arm across her lower back and continue to rub her ass as she slowly relaxes.

*SMACK*

"One! Thank you Sir!"

I watch as her ass cheeks redden with the smack I just gave her, it jiggles as she tries to hold still.

*Smack-Smack*

"OW! Two, Three, Thank you SIR!"

She cries out, her cheeks jiggling as she whines on my lap. I rub her cheeks, sliding a finger down in between her legs to run it over her slit.

*Smack-Smack*

"AH! Four, Five Thank you Sir!" She hisses in pain.

"You're doing good so far." I remind her, rubbing her cheeks that are deepening in color. "Shall we continue?"

I don't wait for an answer and swat her cheeks twice each.

She jerks forward, "SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE!" She takes a deep breath, "Thank you, sir." She's saying it with a bit of venom, but I rub her ass soothing it.

"You're almost done, now..." I lean over and kiss a welt on her ass cheek as I rub her clit, "You're doing so well, keep breathing, and it will be over."

She starts moaning and pressing herself back against my fingers that rub her clit. Using my other hand I bring my hand down heavily on each cheek.

*SMACK-SMACK*

"SHI...TEN, ELEVEN, THANK YOU SIR!" She hisses through gritted teeth, her hands gripping the couch, ready to pull it apart with her back curved down and her head back.

"You can do this, you're almost done. Breathe.." I remind her, soothing her by playing with her clit again, making her moan and groan.

Even my hand was aching from this and I knew her ass was too. Watching her body trembling on my lap though as I played with her clit was making me forget all about it. Her moaning becomes louder and she's rocking her hips against my hand, so I pull my hand off of her.

*Smack-Smack*

She makes a duller sound of pain, "Twelve, thirteen, thank you sir."

She makes a whining sound and I answer it with a smack on one cheek.

"Fourteen, thank you sir." She takes in a ragged breath as I rub her cheeks some more.

"You're such a good girl..." I praise her, making her hum.

Looks like someone else has a praise kink... I smirk at the thought.

"Last one, Sarina. Ready?"

She nods, "Yes, sir."

I make her last one, firm but not nearly as hard as the ones in middle.

"Fifteen, thank you sir." She sighs, knowing that the worst is over.