The Dom Next Door

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

Selene continued this time to Olivia, "The only reason anyone ever wears the white bracelet here is if they're a kink virgin." She reached out and lifted a nipple clamp from a nearby shelf. "So what do you say cutie? Wanna pop your cherry tonight?" To emphasize the point her she opened and closed one of the clamps pointing directly at Olivia like the jaws of an alligator.

Reed winced at that. Typical Selene. She was as subtle and delicate as an 8.0 earthquake on the richter scale. But he knew she was primarily teasing her in order to get to him.

"Selene," He said warningly. She gave him a look, but stayed focused on Olivia.

""No...I don't think so..." She said drawing back and squeezing his hand for stability, "...Not tonight."

Reed squeezed her hand back to reassure her that she would not be asked to do anything she was uncomfortable with here or with anyone she was feeling uncomfortable with.

"Suit yourself, honey," Selene shrugged rising up from the chair elegantly. She smoothed her pencil skirt. She wore a waist-cincher giving her an exaggerated hour-glass figure and no blouse or bra. The only thing keeping either of them from getting a good look at her breasts was the bolero-style jacket she had open but hanging over them in a tease of cleavage and breast flesh.

That was Selene in a nutshell. She was a switch, and she liked to push every dominant in the club-especially Reed. He knew she wanted him to invite himself to take over the scene she was conducting with Michelle hanging from the ceiling and her for the night. Unfortunately that wasn't going to happen.

"I think you'll come around soon enough," She said giving him a teasing wink, "I can make other use of these. You take your time."

Reed leaned in and said to Olivia with another reassuring hand-squeeze, "You are safe with me. Keep watching."

Selene smirked at him, "You get her broken in soon, she looks like fun."

About as subtle as the proverbial bull in the proverbial china shop. For a moment he entertained a fantasy of stepping in and bending her over his knee and spanking Selene's buttocks to a lovely red in front of Olivia. Perhaps he would've when he was younger, but now he could only focus on one woman at a time, and Olivia was the one. "If she were to do so I would want her first time to be something special, something with some meaning, something magical. Fun little romps with veritable strangers can be for later if Olivia is even inclined to this lifestyle."

She smiled at them mockingly-one last attempt to lure him in-but he wasn't biting on this particular fishhook. She strutted over to Michelle who was amidst being edged into madness by the vibrators running amok within her. Her eyes widened when she saw the nipple clamps in Selene's hand. She shook her head but frantically, but Reed noted she didn't raise her two fingers to use as a safeword when gagged.

Reed paid more attention to Olivia's reactions as Selene put the clamps on her nipples and increased the speed of the vibrators. She pulled the chain hanging from them and Michelle came as she was taken to that magical place submissive's went where pain and pleasure merged into one explosive cataclysm.

"Come on," He told Olivia as he led her further down the hallway But she pulled him to a stop at a quieter bend where they could talk, "Tell me what do you think?"

"Mr. Wintermain, I think..." She said with a pause, "...that I should go home now. I've seen a lot and I appreciate you showing me but..."

"But..." He concluded, "...You need to come up for air before spending more time under the water."

"...I need some time to process all this." She confirmed.

He nodded. Disappointed, but understanding of her choice. "I'll take you home."

He led her out of the club and into the parking lot for his Aston Martin. He drove her through the streets in silence, letting her have the space she needed to think. When he finally pulled into his home's driveway he climbed out and walked around the car to open her door for her.

"This is something you shouldn't act on without thinking," He said holding out a hand to help her out, "But its something that you can easily waste too much time thinking over."

"I meant what I said. You're first time deserves to be something amazing." Once she was out of the car he took her by the hand. The other stroking her cheek tenderly. "As I see it. You have two doors open before you, Olivia." He nodded his head to her house and its front door.

Then he pulled her in for a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. Not even the brief lip to lip touch he would give a woman he'd always considered like a niece to him. No, this was a kiss of one sexual being to another. The kiss of a sexual dominant to a woman he wanted kneeling before him. He claimed this kiss, these lips, that tongue, her- For the magical moment that the kiss lasted Olivia was his, and then he pulled away leaving her gasping for air.

"You have two doors in front of you, Olivia," Reed told her. Then he nodded to the door of his house. "My door will always be open for you should you have the courage to step through it."

He left her then walking into his home. His front door he left open for her should she be brave enough to follow him inside.

(OOC:Sorry about the double start to this post)

 

[cbelle02]

Olivia's mind was whirling as Reed led her out of the club. She barely noticed anyone as they walked past and out a back door. She noticed that he'd hardly let go of her hand since he'd started showing her around, and he didn't do so now until they reached his car. And she liked the it. His larger hand held hers tightly as he walked purposefully to the car.

The ride home was quiet and Olivia was lost in her thoughts, thinking over what she'd witnessed and heard at the club. She stared out the car window but not really seeing the trees, or other cars, or streetlights that whizzed past. Tonight, Reed had shown her his world. At first, she'd been shocked. But as the night went on, she felt a strange connection to him. He'd guided her through her first exposure to a world that he had been a part of for so long. He'd shown her a side of him very few people, other than those at the club, knew. It felt...intimate. And by the end, she swore there was some...tension...between them. Did he feel it too? Maybe it was all in her mind, created by the atmosphere of the club.

On the drive home, as she processed the events of the night, played them out in her head, she'd pictured herself in various situations. What would she have done if Reed had invited her into one of the rooms? She'd turned down the stranger, but would she have said no to Reed? Could she have said no? She shuddered a little at the thought and turned to him. He was faced forward, an intense look on his face as he drove. He didn't look over to catch her gaze. Olivia found herself staring for a moment until the turn into his driveway snapped her from her daze.

Then Reed was out of the car and opening her door before she had the chance.

Chivalrous

"This is something you shouldn't act on without thinking," he said, extending a hand to help her out. She didn't need it of course, but she accepted the gesture with a smile. "But its something that you can easily waste too much time thinking over."

Olivia nodded as she stood. "I understand. It's just...if that were something I might...experiment with...I don't think I'd feel comfortable with just anybody. I'd have to know I was safe. With someone I trust, someone experienced...you know?"

Reed took her hand again, meeting her eyes. "I meant what I said. You're first time deserves to be something amazing." He said, his voice low. Olivia looked down at their hands, her thumb brushing his as she thought. "I guess I'll have to think about if that's something I really want. But I don't know where I'd even start." She said, raising her face back to his.

"As I see it. You have two doors open before you, Olivia." Reed said thickly. And before she could ask what he meant, he was pulling her to him and his lips were on hers. This was unlike any kiss she'd had before. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't friendly. It was pure heat, a kiss of possession, of raw desire. Olivia grabbed his forearms, leaning into the kiss, aching to give him more of herself. And then he was pulling away, leaving her gasping for air. Her lips felt bruised and she reached up to touch them. "Reed..." She breathed.

"You have two doors in front of you, Olivia," Reed repeated. "My door will always be open for you should you have the courage to step through it."

His implications were clear as he walked away from her, leaving her still struggling for breath as she stared after him. She glanced over at her door. She could just go home, apologize to her mother, and go to bed. Forget all this ever even happened. Her eyes moved to Reed's open door. If she went in, she knew there would be no turning back. But she also knew that going home would not automatically erase everything that had happened tonight. It wouldn't erase how badly she wanted Reed. No, going home was no use. She could never go back.

I can't go back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

The quote from Alice in Wonderland ran through her head as, her decision made, she walked slowly up to Reed's front door. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

"Mr. Wintermain, " She breathed out as she saw him. "I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then." She quoted softly. "So I really only had one choice...and I chose your door."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

He left her then walking into his home. His front door he left open for her should she be brave enough to follow him inside.

Reed was hanging by a string now. He was not prepared for how much he wanted her to walk through that door. He had not felt this engaged in whether a submissive would follow him since his beloved submissive wife had died. He had availed himself for a night or two with Selene or Michelle or Chastity or Noriko back in the Zone, but if they had chosen not to play with him on those nights it would not have really mattered one way or the other to him. Here, now, Olivia mattered. She mattered a startling amount to him.

He wanted her to have the courage to come through that door, and trust him to provide the first night she would dream of fondly for years to come. But moments of tortured waiting was soon over as she walked through his doorway and closed his front door behind her.

"Mr. Wintermain," She breathed out as she saw him standing there straight and waiting as if he knew she would come. "I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then."

He smirked and nodded subtly as he recognized the words she said, "You've made your choice?"

"So I really only had one choice..." She answered, "...and I chose your door."

"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle," He repeated with another quote from Lewis Carroll approaching her like a lion stalking a lamb, "You're about to find out the pieces of the puzzle of who you are, Olivia. Be brave, and trust me."

Reed looked deep into her eyes as he lifted his hand to stroke her cheek gently down. Fingers fanning through her hair. Fingertips tracing the shell of her ear down to her neck. Then it moved so his thumb rested over her hammering pulse in the side of her neck. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck as he suddenly pulled her in for another hard, possessive kiss. He re-laid his claim upon her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her soul.

She shook from the force as he pinned her against the door. Wedging her body tight between it and his body and pushing his leg between hers so his thigh pressed under her skirt and against her panties. He took her hands and forced them up over her head against the oak door.

Reed pulled away letting her take a breath as his other hand reached out to turn the deadbolt lock of the door. "You only have one more choice to make tonight, Olivia." He took the chain for the chainlock and slid it into place. "I want you to pick a number between one and five, and without knowing what you are choosing. Only knowing that it could be anything: something that will bring you tremendous pleasure or it could very well be something that will bring you some pain." He reached the doorknob and pressed the lock.

It made a clicking sound of finality as he sealed shut her way to escape the decision she made to come in here. Now for the last decision she would make tonight. "Tell me your choice, Olivia. The number between one and five. How much do you trust me?"

 

[cbelle02]

Olivia shivered as she met Reed's eyes. Suddenly, he was no longer the same man she grew up with. He was no longer the friendly neighbor who was like an uncle to her. He wasn't even the Reed she'd seen at the club. There, she'd got a hint of him, but she'd still been on the outside. But now...as he approached her as if she were his prey, looking at her with a hunger she'd never seen before, she knew that all had changed.

"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle," He said as he closed in on her, his blazing eyes never leaving hers. "You're about to find out the pieces of the puzzle of who you are, Olivia. Be brave, and trust me."

Olivia didn't speak as he closed the gap between them, his large hand brushing through her hair, over her ear and around to grasp her neck. His grip tightened and she gasped at the forceful gesture of possession. Then he was pulling her into him and kissing her with even more ferocity than he had before. Claiming what was now his. Her soft moans turned into gasps as he pushed her against the door, her back connecting with hard with the wooden surface, the kiss never breaking. He seized both her wrists and pinned them roughly above her head, holding them in place with one hand. His strong body pressed tightly against her, one knee forcing itself between hers so that his thigh pressed deliciously against her panties. She couldn't deny the urge to press into that thigh, rocking slightly against it as they kissed.

Finally, Reed broke the kiss, leaving her once again struggling to breathe as he reached up to lock the door. "You only have one more choice to make tonight, Olivia." He told her as he slid the chain lock slowly. She nodded, waiting for him to go on."I want you to pick a number between one and five, and without knowing what you are choosing. Only knowing that it could be anything: something that will bring you tremendous pleasure or it could very well be something that will bring you some pain."

His words, combined with the twist of the last lock, which sounded somehow louder than it normally would, sent a shudder of...fear? excitement? both? down her spine. "I..." She hesitated, looking down at the floor. What had she gotten herself into? Had she made the right decision?What if...

"Tell me your choice, Olivia." Reed said again, breaking her thoughts, his voice taking on a tone of impatient command. She could feel his eyes gazing fiercely at her, urging her to look up again. "The number between one and five. How much do you trust me?"

Olivia took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to his again. "I choose...number 4." She breathed. It was a number that she'd always been partial to and she knew that he was well aware of that. She wondered if he'd anticipated her choice of the number and had chosen anything in particular or if this 'game' was completely random.

"Yes, I do trust you, Reed." She said, more confidently. "Completely."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

It made a clicking sound of finality as he sealed shut her way to escape the decision she made to come in here. Now for the last decision she would make tonight. "Tell me your choice, Olivia. The number between one and five. How much do you trust me?"

Olivia took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to his again. "I choose...number 4."

He nodded remembering her affinity for that number. He had known it was the one she'd most likely choose. The number four was as close to her lucky number as she could have. He remembered it was the number she had fought for during her brief tenure in the junior varsity track team too.

"Yes, I do trust you, Reed." She said, more confidently. "Completely."

He cupped her chin and lifted her face up. Reed leaned in again so his lips hung just a half-inch from hers. His heated breath washed over her lips as he said, "Good girl."

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling it giving her a taste of pain before releasing it. He turned her head and kissed and nipped down the column of her neck.

"At times, I will ask you where we are at, Olivia," He found where he could feel her hammering pulse under her throat through his lips and bit there. Releasing he continued, "I won't be just being rhetorical. You will answer with one of three colors, like a traffic light: Red if you want to stop and go home, yellow if you just need me to slow down before continuing, and green if you are completely ok with what's happening to you."

His hand began to roam over her body as he bit down hard onto the place where her shoulder merged into her neck. "Where are we Olivia?"

Reed didn't expect her to safe out right now. They'd hardly even begun, but he wanted her to get used to answering the question. He also wanted her to feel that he was in control, yet not feel fear over it-trepidation was desired-but fear was not.

His hand cupped her breast as he lowered lips and tongue kissed the bare skin from the base of her neck. His fingers toyed and played with her nipple through the fabric of her top. He was slow, taking his time, making certain every inch of her skin received his rapt attention. He had all the time in the world. After all she had chosen to receive four hours of foreplay before they go to the actual intercourse.

 

[cbelle02]

"I trust you, Reed." She said, more confidently. "Completely."

She swallowed as Reed tucked her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her face toward him. Her heart pounded as he leaned in, so close. "Good girl." He said. He'd used those same words earlier when she'd brought him his coffee. She hadn't known their implications then, only that she'd like it. Now she knew why.

He leaned in and she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he closed his teeth sharply down on her lower lip and pulled. She gasped softly, not expecting the sting of pain. She tilted her head as his lips dropped down her neck.

"At times, I will ask you where we are at, Olivia," He told her, before biting down hard on her neck drawing another surprised gasp of pain from her lips. Her hands, still held tightly above her head, clenched hard at the painful, but delicious sensation. And she found herself craving more of it. She didn't have to wait long.

"I won't be just being rhetorical." He continued after he released her. "You will answer with one of three colors, like a traffic light: Red if you want to stop and go home, yellow if you just need me to slow down before continuing, and green if you are completely ok with what's happening to you."

Olivia nodded but before she could respond with words, he bit down on her again, harder this time, at the sensitive space between her shoulder and neck. She tensed as his teeth dug in. The pain was sharp but in just the spot to dig into a nerve that triggered a shudder down her spine, causing her knees to go weak.

"Where are we Olivia?" He asked, pulling back to look into her eyes again, searching them for an answer.

"Green....we're green." She answered, quickly. She didn't know what all he had in store for her, what sorts of pain, pleasure, or torment. But she definitely didn't want to stop before she found out. It made her nervous and she felt a twinge of dread, not knowing, but it excited her. And she trusted Reed.

But for now, he wasn't giving her pain. Now, his hands and lips on her body were bringing only pleasure. Whether that would change or not, she couldn't know, but for now she would only give into the sensations he was giving her. She gasped when his fingers tweaked a stiff, sensitive nipple between his fingers. Her body arched toward him in a moment of complete acceptance of everything he was doing to her.

"Reed..." She whispered his name as his lips traveled down her neck, teasing, tasting as his hands moved over her body. It was sweet, slow torture. And little did she know it had only just begun.

 

[aace714]

His tongue travels down tracing circles around her ample breast . Moving inward to her pert little nipple .
She let's out a slight gasp as his tongue lightly touches it . He swirls around it then suck it into his mouth. He suckle gently at first but with ever increasing vigor. He takes the nipple between his teeth. As shiver runs through her body as he lifts his head extending her sensitive nipple as he does

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"Where are we Olivia?"

"Green...." She answered with no hesitation, "....We're green."

He made an approving grunt of recognition to her answer against the goosebumps of her skin.

His hand cupped her breast as he lowered lips and tongue kissing the bare skin from the base of her neck down to her chest. His fingers toyed and played with her nipple through the fabric of her top. He was slow, taking his time, making certain every inch of her skin received his rapt attention. He had all the time in the world. After all she had chosen to receive four hours of foreplay, the extended warm up act before they got to the actual main event.

He was rewarded with a gasp as his fingers pinched one of her nipples through her top, and arch her back for more. Her submission to his will was beautiful. She was beautiful. Olivia was a unspoiled treasure to be cherished and deserved to be initiated with the greatest of care reserved for the most precious of objects.

"Reed..." He heard her whisper as his fingers pulled the edge of her croptop down beneath her breasts.

"Sir..." He demanded raising his head so his eyes could drill deep into hers. His hand reached up and took firm hold of her chin so she would not be able to look away. "...Tonight, for just tonight at least...you will call me Sir. Do you understand?"

 

[cbelle02]

"Reed..." Olivia breathed, gasping lightly when he yanked her top down, exposing her heaving breasts. The bra she'd chosen was strapless and came down easily along with her top. Her breasts were full and flushed a light red. Her nipples were dusky pink and stiff, jutting forward and giving away the affects Reed was having on her.

She'd been naked before with several men. But here, Reed had only lowered her shirt over her breasts, yet there was something about being here before him, pinned to the door, utterly on display for him, that made her feel more exposed than she'd ever been.

At the mention of his name, Reed's eyes lifted to hold hers with a fierce look as he grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at him, to hear him.

"Sir." He growled. "Tonight, for just tonight at least...you will call me Sir. Do you understand?" His voice held a commanding, yet nearly patient tone.

Olivia nodded. "Yes...Yes, Sir. I understand." She answered, hesitating and swallowing hard before speaking again. "Sir...am I allowed to know what I've chosen?" She asked, her voice tentative, but curious.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"Sir..." He demanded raising his head so his eyes could drill deep into hers. His hand reached up and took firm hold of her chin so she would not be able to look away. "...Tonight, for just tonight at least...you will call me Sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes...Yes, Sir," She said nodding as much as his hold of her head allowed her to, "I understand."

"Good girl," he said reclaiming her lips before pulling away to allow her to breathe once again. His hand lowered and his finger found and began circling the nipple of her right breasts, lightly, like the caress of a feather over her areola.

"Sir..." She said after swallowing.

"Yes?"

"...Am I allowed to know what I've chosen?"

"If you weren't, I would've told you, Olivia," He said ducking his head to take her the top part of her breast between his teeth for a quick bite of her skin before releasing it, "You have chosen to give me four hours in which to touch, kiss, lick, bite, suck, or toy with every inch of your body as I wish to before I allow you to reach orgasm."

His palm lifted up her breast and his head lowered, but he didn't go for the nipple. Instead he placed soft and teasing kisses in a circle around the perimeter of her areola.

 

[cbelle02]

"Am I allowed to know what I've chosen?" She asked, her breath catching at the feather light caress of his finger around her nipple.

"If you weren't, I would've told you, Olivia," Reed assured her. But before he gave her the answer, he dipped his head, biting into the sensitive flesh of her breast, drawing a gasp from her throat at the brief sting of pain. His teeth released their hold and he met her eyes again. "You have chosen to give me four hours in which to touch, kiss, lick, bite, suck, or toy with every inch of your body as I wish to before I allow you to reach orgasm."

"Oh God." Olivia moaned softly. "I...I understand. Sir." She said, acknowledging what he'd told her. But four hours? He'd only just started and had barely touched her, and yet here she was already quivering with need. Her whole body was flushed, her breath short, and she could feel the dampness growing between her legs. The anticipation was killing her and he was only drawing it out even longer. How could she survive four more hours of this torment?

As if he heard her thoughts, and decided to challenge them, he palmed her breast, lifting it to his mouth. She thought he was finally going to give her at least a little relief by taking her stiff nipple in his mouth. But no, he avoided it and only pressed light kisses around it, making a point not to touch it. His lips felt cool against her heated flesh. Olivia bit her lips, leaning her head back against the door and arching her chest toward him. But it didn't encourage him. If anything, he only teased her more.

"Please...Sir..." She pleaded, not sure quite what she was begging for. Just...something more...

With that, she would soon find out just what kind of Dom he was. A generous Dom or a more sadistic one? Despite what she knew of him as her kind and friendly neighbor, somehow, she feared he would be closer to the latter.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"If you weren't, I would've told you, Olivia," He said ducking his head to take her the top part of her breast between his teeth for a quick bite of her skin before releasing it, "You have chosen to give me four hours in which to touch, kiss, lick, bite, suck, or toy with every inch of your body as I wish to before I allow you to reach orgasm."

"Oh God." She moaned, "I...I understand. Sir."

"Good girl," He smiled to her.

Olivia's reactions were sweet like honey to him. The way she moaned. The way she quivered with need from his slightest attention. Her skin had flushed and goosebumps dotted it up and down. Her breaths came in adorable gasps and pants with every thing he did to her. Four hours...he could do this for twice that long without growing bored of her.

In contrast she was probably wondering desperately if she could last just four hours like this without losing her mind from the pleasure.

Reed resolved to test that.

His palm lifted up her breast and his head lowered, but he didn't go for the nipple. Instead he placed soft and teasing kisses in a circle around the perimeter of her areola.

At that she bit her bottom lip seductively and arched her back, a mute entreaty to show mercy upon her. Unfortunately he was not in an especially merciful mood at the moment.

He left her nipple kissing and nipping at the underside of her breast before giving her other breast the same treatment. He wanted her to understand that even pleasure can be used to torment her, and above all he wanted her to feel that he was in absolute control here.

"Please...Sir..." She pleaded.

Reed wondered if she knew what she was pleading him for. Was it for mercy, or to take the torment to the next level for her.

"First rule, Olivia," His hand let go of her wrists and trailed fingertips down her arm, "Stay where I put you."

He looked up into her eyes waiting, seeing whether she'd lower her arms from above her head.

"Second rule," His hands cupped and lifted her breasts, "Every sensation you receive tonight is a gift to cherish from me: pleasure..." His fingers pinched her nipples hard, "...and pain."

He held it there letting her react naturally from the gift of pain to the count of four before letting her poor reddened nipples free. "Where are we, Olivia?"

 

[cbelle02]

"Please...Sir..." Olivia pleaded, though she didn't quite know what she was begging for. It seemed it wouldn't matter as Reed did nothing to acknowledge her pleas.

"First rule, Olivia," He spoke as he let go of her hands and languidly traced his fingers down her arms. The slow touch was tantalizing, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Stay where I put you."

Olivia nodded obediently and kept her arms up where he'd placed them, her hands clasped together.

"Second rule," he continued, his large hands moving to cup and lift her breasts gently. "Every sensation you receive tonight is a gift to cherish from me: pleasure..." And then those hands weren't so gentle as he pinched both her nipples hard between his fingers.

"Ahh!" She cried out at the sudden sharp sting of pain from the vice like grip he had on her nipples. "...and pain." He finished, as her arms instinctively started to come down to protect herself but she forced them back into position, remembering the first rule.

She bit her lip hard as her body tensed to withstand the pain, small whimpers escaping her throat. It was only mere seconds that she had to endure until he let go, but she yelped again at the brief flash of pain as blood returned to her nipples.

Her eyes met his with a look of thankful relief. "Where are we, Olivia?" He asked again.

It took her a moment to register that he'd spoken. She took a breath. "Still green, Sir." She breathed out, looking down at her angry reddened nipples. "Thank you."

Though he'd only held them for a few seconds, his grip was tight enough to increase their sensitivity afterward, causing her to gasp or hiss with every brush of air or accidental touch.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"Ahh!" She cried out at the sudden sharp sting of pain from the vice like grip he had on her nipples.

He held it there letting her react naturally from the gift of pain to the count of four before letting her poor reddened nipples free. "Where are we, Olivia?"

Reed watched her reaction to the pain. He watched the arms start to fall and the marshaling of her will to keep those arms above her head. He noted the biting of her lower lip like she was trying to bite right through it. He heard the tiny whimpers escaping through those teeth and past those lips. He saw the tension of her body as the pain shot out from the sensitive nerves in her nipples when blood began to flow into the abused and tender tips.

It took a moment where he hung by a thread before she answered. Reed was not certain what he would do if she said yellow or worse red. Had he misread Olivia so entirely? It was possible. The last new submissive he'd taken under his dominance to initiate into the lifestyle had been Morena back when they had been dating and living in that shitty apartment over on Pacific Boulevard, and that had been exactly twenty years ago. He could be rusty at judging a new sub's signals, or he could be allowing what he wanted her to be signaling to deceive him and ignoring the signals he did not want to notice. That too was possible. He hadn't been drawn to take another woman as a submissive even if only for a first night until Olivia had shown up at the Zone's door tonight.

She took a deep breath and let it out saying, "Still green, Sir."

Oh that was a relief. "Good girl."

She looked down at her red and poor abused nipples. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," He replied looking into her eyes as his thumbs ever so gently circled over the tips of her sore and still over-sensitive nipples. "Do you see the connection, Olivia. Most people that are new see the pain they get in this lifestyle as something to bear their way through." He rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "They don't understand that pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin...sensation, and there's a point where the pain and pleasure merge into one feeling."

With that said Reed pinched and pulled her nipples holding it for two counts of four before letting them both snap back to her.

 

[cbelle02]

"Thank you, Sir." She whispered, looking down at her red, sore nipples.

"You're very welcome." Reed said genuinely as his thumbs found her nipples, circling and caressing them with the lightest of touches. But even that drew a gasp from her throat. Her nipples were sore and incredibly tender to the touch, but the light brush of his thumbs made her wince in slight pain even as it sent bolts of heat to pool at her center.

"Do you see the connection, Olivia? Most people that are new see the pain they get in this lifestyle as something to bear their way through." He spoke softly as he started to roll her nipples between his fingers, intensifying the sensations of both pleasure and pain that she felt.

"They don't understand that pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin...sensation, and there's a point where the pain and pleasure merge into one feeling."

Olivia nodded. "I...I think I understand, Sir." She said, moaning softly at his touch. "Neither would exist without the other,right? And I believe it was the Marquise de Sade that said 'it is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.'" She finished and shrugged with a slight blush at his look of surprise. "I read a lot, remember?"

As if in agreement to her quote, his fingers closed around her already tortured nipples again and pulled hard. Immediately, she tensed again, clenching her fists as she cried out. It was the instinctual response that, being new, she hadn't learned to control. Yet. Her cries turned to little whimpers when he didn't stop, dragging it out.

"Fuck..." She groaned, reminding herself to breathe, taking slow deep breaths and exhaling, focusing on the sensations he was giving her. Finally he let go and she gasped in another breath of relief.

"Thank you, Sir." She said again when he'd let go and she could speak once more. And before he could ask, she assured him again that they were still at green.

"It hurts...like a bitch." Olivia told him, to let him know what she was feeling. "But...it almost felt like...the pain was cleansing...like an energy flowing through me. It's hard to describe and it was brief but...does that make sense?" She asked him, meeting his eyes.

Normally, when she felt pain, she instinctively withdrew from it. But being forced to withstand it, to really feel it, to succumb to and welcome it, even for just a short time, was something new. And after just those few seconds, she felt something akin to the endorphins that kicked in during a good run.

She realized then what he'd been showing her. "So, pleasure and pain can both be used equally for both reward and punishment. They are not polar opposites. They are intertwined, and work in tandem. Is...that what you want me to understand?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"They don't understand that pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin...sensation, and there's a point where the pain and pleasure merge into one feeling."

Olivia nodded. "I...I think I understand, Sir." She said, moaning softly at his touch. "Neither would exist without the other,right? And I believe it was the Marquise de Sade that said 'it is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.'"

He looked up at that surprised that she had read anything from De Sade.

"I read a lot, remember," She said with a cute blush on her cheeks.

With that said Reed pinched and pulled her nipples holding it for two counts of four before letting them both snap back to her.

She tensed and cried out. He noted how tightly she had balled her hands into fists. So much so that her nails were digging into the skin of her palms. Her cry turned to whimpers as he held them.

"Breathe, Olivia," He told her when he released them, "Breathe."

"Fuck..." She groaned.

He chuckled darkly at that, "Not for another three hours and forty-five minutes. Have patience."

"Thank you, Sir." She said again when he'd let go and she could speak once more. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say it she interjected, "Still green, Sir."

"Don't interrupt me," He said cupping her face and peering into her eyes, "Again, Olivia, have patience." He looked down over her body. He could see the signs. She was aroused and excited, good.

He ran his hands down her body. "How did that feel?"

"It hurts...like a bitch." Olivia told him, to let him know what she was feeling. "But...it almost felt like...the pain was cleansing...like an energy flowing through me. It's hard to describe and it was brief but...does that make sense?"

He nodded, "You've latched onto something most take a long time to grasp. Its why we do this. Why, you saw what you did in the club. We're not sadists, not really, or even masochists, not the way outsiders think of either of those terms. We just experience so much more making love in touch with that energy, and once you have it you can't experience sex ever the same way as you did before."

"So, pleasure and pain can both be used equally for both reward and punishment," She concluded, "They are not polar opposites. They are intertwined, and work in tandem. Is...that what you want me to understand?"

"You go to the head of the class," He joked kneeling down and lifting her foot to remove her shoes, "Now I have three hours and forty minutes in which to make you mine for the night."

Then Reed began removing her clothes. First her skirt. He took his time. Dominants who rushed were poor dominants indeed in Reed's opinion. Nothing expressed the fact that he was in control here than a calm and methodical pace. He folded the skirt precisely making her wait and watch stewing in anticipation for him to get on with it. But he wasn't going to speed things up. He had plenty of time.

He laid the skirt down on the table by the door. Her shoes tucked under them. Then her top, and then her bra, and lastly her panties. Now she stood before him completely bare. He stopped then looking down at her.

"What happened to the awkward gawky girl I remember to make her into the brave young beautiful woman in front of me?"

He knelt down and lifted her foot and began upwards from there. For the next forty minutes he explored her body inch by inch. He followed his word. He kissed. He licked. He bit and pinched and tickled. He found every place on her body that made the breath catch in her throat. The places that made that breath rush out in gasps or cries. The places that made her squirm. Then he returned to those places for more thorough examination.

He took his time. He was in no hurry, and refused to rush. He had plenty of time.

 

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Have patience He kept telling her.

Patience had never been Olivia's strong suit. And Reed was well aware of that. She had never liked waiting, always wanting immediate satisfaction. Reed could attest to that over the years. Several times, as a child, Reed and Morena had taken her to the zoo or an amusement park. She'd always been the first ready to go and whined when they had to stand in long lines. When she was learning to drive, Reed let her practice with his car, always scolding her for going too fast or getting frustrated in slow traffic.

And now, he was scolding her again for her lack of patience for an entirely different reason. He was forcing her out of her comfort zone in more ways than one. Having known her nearly her whole life had its advantages for Reed. He knew her weaknesses and seemed to be taking it upon himself to bring them out and combat them. And she had no choice but to take it.

Olivia listened intently as Reed talked, explaining more about the lifestyle to her.

"So, pleasure and pain can both be used equally for both reward and punishment," She concluded, "They are not polar opposites. They are intertwined, and work in tandem. Is...that what you want me to understand?"

Reed nodded. "You go to the head of the class." He told her with a laugh. He seemed to be surprised, but proud, that she was picking up so quickly on what he was trying to explain and show her.

It made her happy that he was proud of her and she beamed in response. "Thank you, Sir."

He just nodded again. "Now I have three hours and forty minutes in which to make you mine for the night."

His Just the word made her tremble. Never had Olivia thought of belonging to anybody but now the idea of being his sounded like the best thing in the world. At least for tonight, Reed owned her. Mind. Body. Soul. She let that realization sink in as he removed her shoes.

His hands slowly slid back up her legs where he began to meticulously remove her clothing. Piece by piece, he removed and took great care to fold each article of her clothing before moving on to the next. He ignored any anxious or restless sounds coming from Olivia as she watched him, biting her lip as his fingers grazed her bare skin.

Once she was completely naked, she stood before him, her arms above her head again, hands clasped together. Her legs were slightly parted, and her chest heaved with each breath. He took his time to examine her body.

"What happened to the awkward gawky girl I remember to make her into the brave young beautiful woman in front of me?" He murmured as he moved his hands slowly over her body, lowering himself to the floor.

Reed knelt in front of her and began his slow, tantalizing, exploration of every inch of her body. She squirmed and gasped when he reached the insides of her knees, a particularly sensitive, easily tickled area. He worked his way up her thighs, drawing little cries when he nipped her skin. Her stomach drew in when he teased over her belly button. He was driving her absolutely insane.

She wanted to watch him, but her head kept falling back, her eyes closing to the sensations. She nearly convulsed when he found her tender, sensitive nipples with his lips, his tongue, his teeth, but groaned in protest when he left them.

Olivia had no way of knowing how much time had passed. Reed kissed, licked, bit, touched every part of her body for what felt like hours, never staying in one place long enough for her satisfaction. Her heart was pounding, her body melting, wetness pooled between her thighs. Reed kissed her there lightly, but refused to give her the touch there that she so desperately craved.

“Reed…” Olivia groaned when she felt she’d reached her limit, then corrected herself. “Sir…” She said again, a touch of impetuousness in her voice. I don’t think I can take anymore. You’re driving me crazy was what she wanted to say. Of course, she thought dejectedly, that was probably his goal and she had an inkling that her words meant little to him in terms of his actions at the moment.

“How much…longer?” She asked, instead, her voice shaky with pent up need.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

He knelt down and lifted her foot and began upwards from there. For the next forty minutes he explored her body inch by inch. He followed his word. He kissed. He licked. He bit and pinched and tickled. He found every place on her body that made the breath catch in her throat. The places that made that breath rush out in gasps or cries. The places that made her squirm. Then he returned to those places for more thorough examination.

He took his time. He was in no hurry, and refused to rush. He had plenty of time.

Reed knew Olivia very well. He knew she had issues with being patient. For her waiting was always a torture of its own. He remembered when she was learning to ride a bike as a little girl, and she got so many skinned knees because she was too eager to do the tricks the older kids did on their bikes before learning how to maintain her balance while riding without training wheels.

So he continued. He found that she like Morena had been was very sensitive on the inside of her knees, but he was surprised that Olivia was equally sensitive on the area above her navel. Places he returned to time and again ruthlessly raising the level of her arousal but always pulling back. Time moved on and he played Olivia like a concert pianist.

His tongue was busy exploring for the fourth time the diagonal line leading down from her hip bone to the area just northeast of her sweet pussy when she groaned out, “Reed…”

He lifted his eyes to look up between her breast to see her face. An eyebrow was raised reproachfully at her mistake.

“Sir…” She corrected with an impatient pant.

He could tell she was becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her. Good, that was his intent. He had wanted to drive her inhibitions and second thoughts about what may happen later between them to the background and force her to luxuriate in the sensations he was making her feel right here in the here and now. To be a submissive was to be a creature of only the present, no past, and no future, only now.

After a moment where she considered her question she asked, “How much…longer?”

Reed peered into her eyes as he raised back up to his feet. "Congratulations, Olivia, you survived an hour. Three more to go."

He turned from her and began to walk towards his bedroom. When he sensed her begin to move to follow after him he looked at her over his shoulder. "Stay where I put you," He reminded her of the first rule.

He took his time. letting her stand there naked against his front door for eight minutes alone as he pulled out a trunk from the foot of his bed into the living room. There she could see it clearly from the foyer.

"Do you remember this," He asked her putting a key into the lock and turning it until it opened with a click. When she was seven Olivia had contracted the chicken pox and since Joyce had never had it she had spent a week at their house. On the last day he had found her trying to open this trunk, and he had freaked out a little when he stopped her from seeing what was inside.

He pulled the trunk open to reveal ropes, chains, crops, floggers, blindfolds, and all manner of things a seven year old girl should not discover on her own.

"Do you trust me, Olivia," He asked reaching into the trunk to pull something out of it. As she answered him he walked over to peer into her eyes. He held what he had fished out of the trunk behind his back where she would not be able to see it. So she would have to answer based solely on what she imagined he may have pulled out of the trunk.

"Where are we, Olivia," He asked just to check again.

When she had answered he raised his hand between them. Inside it was a pair of handcuffs. One hung swaying on the short chain between them directly in front of her face.

"Give me your hand, Olivia."

 

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“How much…longer?” Olivia asked with a tad of her trademark impatience showing through. It wasn't that she wanted it to end. It was that she didn't know if she could physically take much more of what he was doing at that moment. She could of course. But Olivia had never been shown or pushed to her body's limits before. What she hadn't learned to understand yet was that it was her mind holding her back, not her body.

Reed didn't answer her right away. She watched as he slowly raised himself to his feet and met her eyes. "Congratulations, Olivia, you survived an hour. Three more to go."

Olivia stifled her groan. It had only been an hour? What else could he possibly have in store for her for three more hours? Part of her was excited to find out, part of her a little wary.

Reed turned away from her and moved toward his bedroom. She mistakenly thought that was her cue to follow him. But he gave her a stern look over his shoulder. "Stay where I put you." He ordered and she quickly stepped back into position. Her arms were starting to ache a bit from holding them over her head for so long, but she locked them back into place anyway.

Her eyes followed Reed until he was out of sight in his bedroom. She waited. And waited. She started to call out to him but thought better of it. Finally, after what felt like forever he reappeared dragging a trunk across the floor.

"Do you remember this?" He asked her, gesturing to the trunk. She did. The first and only time Reed had ever yelled at her in anger was when he'd found her trying to open it. She'd only been 7 or 8 and she hadn't understood at the time why it was such a big deal. Later, Reed must have felt bad for making her cry, because he'd taken brought her home ice cream that evening.

As he opened the trunk, she began to see why he'd freaked out at her. Those were not the sorts of things she needed to see back then. But now...

Reed fished around in the trunk and pulled something out. He kept it behind his back as he approached her.

"Do you trust me, Olivia?" He asked, looking her hard in the eyes.

"Yes, Sir. I trust you." She answered, anxious to know what he had behind his back.

He nodded. "Where are we, Olivia?" He repeated the question once again.

"Green, Sir." She assured him, nervousness showing slightly in her voice.

It was then that he brought his hand from behind his back. Handcuffs. She'd seen fluffy pink ones and plastic ones before, though she'd never used them herself. But these were solid metal. They looked real.

"Give me your hand, Olivia." Reed commanded.

Olivia hesitated before bringing down one hand, holding it out to him. She watched as he opened the cuffs and then clamped one around her wrist. She gasped softly as the cold metal pressed against her flesh.

Her eyes flashed back up to his, awaiting his next order. Would he cuff both wrists together? Cuff one to the door frame? Something else? Himself? She had no idea. Whatever it was, she felt a surge of slight apprehension at the realization she was about to be truly bound at his mercy.

"Would you like my other hand, Sir?" She asked, trying to keep the tremble from her voice.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"Do you trust me, Olivia?"

"Yes, Sir," She answered trying very hard to see through him to look on what he had behind his back, "I trust you."

As she answered him he walked over to peer into her eyes. He held what he had fished out of the trunk behind his back where she would not be able to see it. So she would have to answer based solely on what she imagined he may have pulled out of the trunk. "Where are we, Olivia."

"Green, Sir." She said with a tint of nervousness to her tone. Reed wasn't concerned about it though. Only a fool wouldn't be nervous in the situation Olivia found herself in right now, but it was a safe nervous. He did not feel it was fearful anxiety, that was toxic to trust between dom and sub-especially to newfound trust.

When she had answered he raised his hand between them. Inside it was a pair of handcuffs. One hung swaying on the short chain between them directly in front of her face.

"Give me your hand, Olivia."

For a moment he watched her hesitate, and then her right hand began lowering between them. He took hold of her hand. The cold metal of the handcuff closed in around her wrist, and sealed it with an audible click.

"Would you like my other hand, Sir?"

The corner of lip quirked upward in an amused manner. "Patience," He reminded her taking her other hand and snapping the other cuff around that wrist as well.

There she was now bound. Handcuffs were probably the universal scenario for anyone interested in kink for their first time. This was a good first step for Olivia.

"How do you feel," He asked her tipping her chin up to look back into his eyes, "Are they too tight on your wrists?"

After she answered and he was satisfied she was still in the right frame of mind he took hold of the chain and raised her hands back above her head and held them there. This brought his head in close so he was eye to eye with her. "You have done very well so far."

He placed a single finger at her bottom lip and traced over it. "You've done so well that I've decided to reward you."

He pushed his fingertip past her lips and between her teeth to touch the tip of her tongue. "Suck it, Olivia. Lick it. Get it good and wet with your saliva."

After a moment he slowly pulled the finger out of her mouth. He began to lower it tracing it just a hair over the surface of her skin making her anticipate the touch all the way down to between her legs. Like it did with her bottom lip the finger traced the lips of her pussy.

"I have decided that you're reward will be your first orgasm of the night." With that he slowly and gently pushed his finger inside of her pussy.

 

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"Patience," Reed told her, with an amused smirk, for what undoubtedly wouldn't be the last time that evening. Then he reached for her other hand. Olivia watched as he clamped the other cuff on, locking it into place. She tested them briefly, jerking her wrists apart as far as they would go, ensuring that the cuffs were indeed sufficiently restricting.

"How do you feel?" Reed asked her, tucking his hand under her chin to lift it again. "Are they too tight on your wrists?"

Olivia shook her head. "No, Sir. They feel fine." She gave him a smile to let him know she was still good.

Satisfied with her answer, Reed grabbed the chain between her wrists and lifted her arms back over her head. She was grateful for the brief reprieve the cuffing had given her tired arms and she held them still above her head, wrists together.

Reed captured her eyes again. "You have done very well so far." He said, his voice low.

Olivia couldn't help but smile, feeling proud of herself. "Thank you, Sir." She whispered.

Reed nodded and brought a finger to her lip, tracing along it. "You've done so well that I've decided to reward you."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected a reward. She'd expected pure torture until the 4 hours were up. Of course, she still had a lot to learn.

Before she could ask him about her reward, his finger pushed between her lips and she opened her mouth for it.

"Suck it, Olivia. Lick it. Get it good and wet with your saliva." He ordered her and she did. She pulled his finger into her mouth, slowly sucking, bobbing her head and working his finger with her lips and tongue as if it were his cock. Finally, he pulled it free and began to move it down her body, but not quite touching.

Goosebumps formed on her flesh as he moved down and she bit her lip when she realized what was happening. He finally reached her center and she moved her legs instinctively apart for him. A small moan escaped as his wet finger traced over her smooth lower lips.

"I have decided that your reward will be your first orgasm of the night." Reed finally told her before pushing the long thick finger deep within her.

Olivia gasped softly as he finally filled her, arching toward his touch. She was soaking wet and his finger slid in easily despite her youthful tightness. Her walls gripped his finger as her hips moved against his hand, wanting more.

It wouldn't take much to send her over the first time. He had teased her enough that she was on fire. Her clitoris was swollen and sensitive and just the light brushes against it as he fingered her was enough to push her close. Just that one touch would be all she needed.

"Please, Sir..." She pleaded with him, begging for more. Her upper body pressed into the door, her head back, as her lower body opened more and pushed toward him. Her breathing was heavy as his finger moved within her, drawing her ever closer to the release she so desperately needed.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

"I have decided that you're reward will be your first orgasm of the night." With that he slowly and gently pushed his finger inside of her pussy.

As he did she rewarded him with a soft gasp. Her body arched as he pushed his finger inside her and began the slow pull outward. It came out even wetter than when it went in. She was dripping for it, and he gave it to her pushing back inside with agonizing slowness.

She moved her hips letting her natural impulses guide her. That was good as far as Reed was concerned. It meant the constraints on olivia's inhibitions were loosening even further. That was a good first step for anyone to accomplish during their first time.

Her motions was an indication to him that she wanted-no needed-more from him to push her over the precipice. Unfortunately he avoided that dragging the moment out slowly pushing her to the edge and keeping her hanging there.

It wouldn't take much for him to set her off like a skyrocket. Looking down her clit was unmistakable. He amused himself with lightest brushes over it for a while.

He didn't let her come though. Not yet. It was her reward, but she needed to ask for it first.

"Do you want to come, Olivia?"

 

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God, if this man didn't know how to drive Olivia crazy. His fingers worked expertly with in her, teasing and prodding. His thumb brushed lightly over her extended clit and she shuddered and gasped each time he touched the sensitive nub.

Repeatedly, Reed brought her just to the edge but drew back just at the last moment. How could he read her so well to know just the right moment? Each time she would groan in frustration, only to melt into moans again when his fingers started moving in just the right spot and rhythm again.

"Oh God, please Sir!" She begged when he denied her right at the precipice again. She strained her body toward his hand, wanting him to pick up the rhythm again. His face appeared bemused as he met her eyes once more.

"Do you want to come, Olivia?" He asked, and she could swear she heard a bit of taunting in his voice. What a silly question. Of course she did! She was sure she couldn't survive much longer being kept right on the edge.

Olivia groaned in response, her eyes aflame, reflecting frenzied need and wanton desire. In the moment, she needed this like she needed to breathe. Maybe more.

"Yes!" She cried. "Yes, Sir! I need to come so badly! I'm so fucking close...please allow me to come!" Her voice cracked as she pleaded with him in desperation

 

[Veroe]

IC: Reed Wintermain

He didn't let her come though. Not yet. It was her reward, but she needed to ask for it first.

"Oh God, please Sir!" She begged when he denied her right at the precipice again.

"Do you want to come, Olivia," And she groaned in response to his question. Reed looked into the fires burning in her eyes, and smiled very pleased with how things were going so far. She was eating out of his hands, submitting herself to the moment, to him.

"Yes!" She cried.

"Then beg me for it," He replied as fingers and thumb continued to taunt her keeping her at a steady simmer but not letting her boil over yet again, "And, Olivia, yes what?"

Her voice cracked as she showed the desperate state for release he had pushed her to. "Yes, Sir! I need to come so badly! I'm so fucking close...please allow me to come!"

Briefly he considered denying her until she promised him anything-a dangerous word in a bdsm context-but it was her first time, and their was a limit to how far he would risk taking a novice. Time enough for anything later-

-Was he seriously thinking of not just initiating Olivia in a first time experience into this brave new world of his she had seen tonight, but instead within a continuing committed relationship as master and submissive? Ever since his wife's death he'd only had casual one-night events with whatever submissive from the club that was available that night or whichever couple invited him to join in as a third party. Since Morena, Reed had not been in any long-standing relationship. After he had buried her, he didn't think he had it in him to give that much of himself to anyone else but his beautiful submissive wife.

But now with Olivia the thought had a great amount of appeal to him. It seemed if it was anyone Morena would somehow approve of Olivia taking her position kneeling at his feet after her now.

"Then come, Olivia," He leaned his head down and bit her on the area between her shoulder and neck as his fingers and thumb pressed her over the edge and off into the stratosphere as the orgasm he'd been keeping at bay for the past fifteen minutes crashed into her like a tidal wave, "Come for me now."

When her legs gave out Reed was prepared for it and lifted her convulsing and twitching body from the after shocks up in his arms. He carried her over to his sofa not but a couple feet where his trunk of toys lay open.

"Stay there," He told her as she was coming down from the orgiastic assault her body had just undergone. He didn't think she'd have the energy to move much right now even if he hadn't told her to stay put.

He left and went into the kitchen. He retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to her.

He knelt down to look her over. Running a hand over her cheek he asked, "Thirsty?"

"Staying hydrated is important during these sessions," His hand took hold of the hair at the back of her neck.

Lifting her head up from the sofa he looked down into her eyes as he held the bottle of water over her face. "Open your mouth."

Then he tipped the bottle of water so it began to dribble out and down little by little into her mouth. Even something as simple as her getting a drink of water was completely under his control.

 

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"I'm so fucking close...please allow me to come!" Olivia begged, her voice strained with desperation.

Still, Reed didn't give in right away. He studied her, his fingers still working at the same maddening pace. Finally, he met her eyes.

"Then come, Olivia." He said roughly, leaning down and biting the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder while his fingers increased their pace and pressure to bring her to her release. Olivia gasped at the flash of pleasurable pain as he bit her, the waves of heat rising higher. "Come for me now." He ordered.

And with those last words, she reached her peak, moaning and crying out as she came hard and long. The release was intense and deep, a result of the long build up he'd created. When the orgasm started to ebb, she nearly crumpled with weak exhaustion.

But Reed wouldn't let her fall. He quickly scooped her up and carried her to the couch, still trembling and spasming from aftershocks. Her head rested on his shoulder as she caught her breath while he carried her. After he deposited her on the couch, she looked up at him. "Thank you, Sir." She said weakly.

"Stay there." Reed said in response, as if she had the capability of moving right now if she wanted to.

"Yes, Sir." She answered. While he was gone, she rested her cuffed hands on her stomach, reveling in the aftermath. Reed Wintermain had just given her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. A week ago, she would have denied that would ever happen. But a lot had changed. She had changed. And she found herself wondering what it would be like to do this full time with Reed. Could she?

He returned momentarily with a bottle of water and Olivia was suddenly aware just how dry her mouth was and how thirsty she felt. Reed knelt down next to the couch and ran a gentle hand along her cheek. He had show capable of bringing her pain and pleasure and Olivia liked that he could be so gentle now yet still so in control.

"Thirsty?" He asked and Olivia nodded eagerly. "Yes, Sir."

"Staying hydrated is important during these sessions," He advised, grasping the back of her neck and lifted her head. Olivia had wondered if he was going to uncuff her hands or let her hold the bottle between both of them. She got her answer soon enough.

"Open your mouth," Reed instructed as he held the open bottle above her lips. Olivia did as told, parting her parched lips for the water. Reed allowed her a few drops at a time, but the cool wetness was divine. She nearly moaned. There was something so sensual about Reed giving her the water. Having him control when and how much water she was given opened up her trust to him, trusting him to know what she needed as opposed to what she necessarily wanted.

She eagerly drank the water he gave her and nearly groaned in protest when he took the bottle away. Instead, she just smiled gratefully up at him. "Thank you, Sir." She said again. "That's much better."

She thought of asking him the time again, or what he had planned next, but decided against it. She didn't need to know that. All she needed was to trust Reed and let everything else go.