When she got there, he let her in the back door like always and looked her over, smiling in approval.
"Good girl. Very brave of you, too."
And his approval made her warm all over. It was like sunshine for her because he was put together and seemed to have all the answers, while she felt like she didn't have any.
"You're going to have to keep being brave for me tonight, however. I would like to see what we find of your feelings together where I can keep them under control. I think you might find them to be something other than what you expect. And you said you would like something more sexual, right?"
That made her nervous. Jezebel swallowed, thinking his words over. Her emotions scared her. They were wild things, almost painful at times. And jealousy was one that could sting and bite her, make her feel wounded and enraged all at once.
Jezebel wasn't confessing to having slashed an ex's tires and messed up his car in a jealous fit when she was even more crazy, but she might know a little of how to do it.
But he could keep her safe from even those feelings. Jezebel had seen that. Asher had stroked her all over that day after her one night stand, petting her until she was calm again.
"I'm waiting, Pet." His voice was soft, amused, and she looked up to his eyes, which had that same strict nature.
"Yes. Yes, Master. I'm scared, though." The riding crop was one thing. This felt like a different kind of possible hurt, one that could cause more pain.
But he smiled his pleasure. "Such trust you have for me, Pet. I'm proud of you. Let's see what we can do to soothe some of that fear. There's no reason for you to suffer so much. Undress for me."
Suddenly, that command made Jezebel feel shy, and Asher laughed when her motions were a little slow.
"Modesty, from you? Now, that has to be a side effect of our recent games together. It's one I don't like, but we'll come up with a way to balance that."
Jezebel gulped at that and hurried to pull the rest of her clothes off. It was a stupid way to feel anyway. They had spent most of their first night together with her being naked while he punished and humiliated her.
"I'm sorry, Master."
Asher chuckled. "Don't be. I let you get too comfortable with clothes around me. Now, how did I say you should stand in front of me? Bad girl, have you forgotten already?"
Asher lifted his crop from the wall, and she stared at it, her mouth going dry with excitement. Jezebel burned at the sight of him with the crop, having come to associate it with his training and discipline.
When he snapped it against her thighs, she moaned and spread them wide, so degradingly wide, and she looked up into his eyes almost automatically to see his reactions.
"That's better. Now, for your tits." Asher held his hands out in front of her breasts. "Arch to me."
Obediently, she straightened and curved to reach him so that she was displayed and posed the way he liked.
"Good girl. You and I both know already that seeing you open and displayed pleases me. But let me show you why pleasing me is in your interests."
Asher slid a hand between her legs, and she gasped, grabbing his wrist in her pleasure. He smiled and watched her, his gaze piercing and commanding.
Once again, that feeling came to her of being Clarice looking into Hannibal's gaze while he injected her with a hypnotic drug.
Jezebel had seen fiery pinwheels in his eyes. She saw shards of ice in her captor's.
Pleasure rose in her at the thought of being prisoner, at the feeling of endangerment. Jezebel fucked herself up and down on his fingers and thrust her tits out even further. His gaze went to them and his dominant delight deepened. "Master!"
"Very pretty." There was approval in that voice and he caressed a finger over her breasts, teasing the nipples.
Once again, he appeared so distant. The Master to her slave. And just like before her body sang to that control he had, burned for it, and she squealed in his arms, her knees shaking at the effort of remaining opened for him.
The orgasm ripped through her, sheer safe pleasure that he gave. Like Christine to the Phantom, she was hooked on his gaze, remembering rope being rapped so methodically around her body, remembering his teaching and training.
Jezebel bucked with the wild fantasies running through her and fell still, holding his shoulders for his steady strength.
"Good girl." Asher stroked her hair and pulled his fingers away while she whimpered at the feeling of movement. Jezebel opened her lips automatically when he held the tips to her.
"That's it. You remember. You clean the things you leave messes on with that tongue of yours."
Oh yes, she did remember. And she was to be a good, obscene girl about it. Jezebel wasn't supposed to lick.
No, she was supposed to fuck with her mouth and even though she just orgasmed, her body readied for more and made her hot again from his objectification.
"Good girl. Now, like always, you'll be wearing your collar tonight, but I'd like to try something new as well. Let's see how you take to a leash."
Jezebel swallowed fearfully when he turned away. "Um." But he turned back with a cute, pink leash, and she forgot her protests to that. Jezebel held still for it instead and leaned to his touch when he pet her.
"Good girl. See? Not so scary, is it?" And it really wasn't. The tug on it was comforting, calming. Jezebel felt like she was falling into the softest sand, a mental place where pleasing him was her favorite drug, even over any other she'd ever taken.
"Come on." Asher pulled at the leash, and she followed him, watching his stride, wondering when she'd become so enamored with him.
Jezebel barely even paid attention to Sulfur's, and she had been suffering punishments to be allowed there.
But she did notice that he was guiding her to one of the private rooms, something that made her swallow nervously. Her trepidation grew when he turned around at the door and looked her over with a small, distant smile.
"Now that we know each other a little better, I'm going to take a little more control, demand for a little more trust, Pet. Speech restrictions, specifically. Once you go inside, no more talking and trust me to care for you and notice the emotions when they happen. It's going to feel like I'm not paying attention at times, but that's intentional. Can you give me that kind of trust?" Asher asked it directly, and it made her nervous for a moment.
But then that faded really damn quickly when she remembered who she was talking to. Asher noticed everything, even things she never wanted him to see. "Yes, Master."
Asher kissed her forehead. "Brave little kotik."
And then he led her through the door, and she started questioning her sanity in trusting him.
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