Page 53 of Compelled Obedience

I wasn’t certain I could have been more stunned. He used discipline on a regular basis. I could almost still feel the same tingling sensation from the spanking he’d provided in the middle of my classroom.

I was also giddy with a crazy series of vibrations that made no sense to me whatsoever. I dragged my tongue across my parched lips and he watched my every move, his smirk increasing. “I don’t know what to say.”

“First lesson,” he told me as he lifted his index finger. “If your dom asks you to do something, you will do it without question. I will make certain I pick the right one for you in the future, someone you can trust implicitly, which will allow you to feel confident in submitting to his commands. Tonight, you’re going to need to place your trust in me. I know what you need and what I will accept with regard to your behavior. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I did, more than he realized. “This is a test. If I can’t surrender to the punishment then I won’t make a very good candidate.”

His grin widened. “I think we understand each other. Those are my terms, but it’s entirely up to you what you’d prefer to do. You can walk out of this room and you will face no further punishment for what happened earlier or you can surrender to much needed discipline and by this time next week, your real training will begin.”

He stood quietly watching me, allowing me to process. I was thrown by his mildly cavalier attitude and the fact he’d left it up to me.

My entire body continued to tingle even as apprehension pushed into my system. I glanced from one apparatus to another, a lump forming in my throat. This was a fantastic opportunity and I’d been spanked before. How bad could it be?

Why did the butterflies suddenly evolve into a swarm of killer bees?

I could see his wheels turning but there was no sign of recognition at this point. I took a deep breath, hating the fact my hands were clammy. The ten thousand dollars would afford a new place to live in a better part of town and working inside Carnal Sins would allow me to keep it, maybe even providing everything Casey needed. It was a no-brainer.

“Yes, sir. I’d like to begin.”

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. Now, remove the bottom of your costume.”

I was hesitant, fearful he’d remember my body even though I had no tattoos or piercings.

“I assure you that this isn’t sexual.”

“No, sir. I just…”

“Relax, Star. I know what I’m doing.”

“Okay.” I was more embarrassed now than I’d been fucking inside a public bar. There was no recourse, not that I wanted there to be. As I started to remove the boy shorts, I noticed the door was still open. He caught my gaze but said nothing, which meant it was going to be allowed to stay open. I was instantly terrified and ashamed. I was being punished for being a bad little girl.

Oh, lord. I was already surrendering to him body and soul. It was crazy. I sucked in my breath, closed my eyes, and removed the shorts, feeling completely naked even with my sparkly top and mask remaining. I stood where I was, covering my shorn pussy even though he’d seen it before. He’d tasted it before. He’d fucked it before.

The heat continued to build from my neck up, becoming overbearing. I watched as he unfastened his buckle, taking his time to pull the thick leather strap from his beltloops. I was mortified and transfixed, close to hyperventilating by the time he was finished.

When he noticed I was staring at him, he gave me a commanding yet comforting expression. “If you’re wondering why the belt. It’s because you’re unused to the lifestyle. The last thing I want to do is scare you off.”

I almost allowed my personality to kick in, retorting with something snide, but as with everything about him, I found myself longing to please him. It was totally out of character and completely insane, but I was wetter than I’d ever been before, the man’s prowess having a huge effect on me. I realized at that moment if I wasn’t careful, I’d fall hard for the man, and I couldn’t allow that to happen.

Maybe if I told myself that enough, I’d finally believe it.

He pointed toward the bench that I’d be forced to bend over and I shuffled my feet closer. Really? I was shuffling? Oh, my God.

When I was standing inches from it, he moved behind me, pressing his hand on the small of my back. “I assure you that I know what I’m doing.”

“But I don’t.” The words slipped out.

“You don’t need to right now. Trust me. Can you do that?”

Of course I could. It was me that I wasn’t entirely certain I could trust. “Yes, sir.” I answered the way I knew he wanted, hating the fact my breathing was still labored.

He eased me over the bench and I was surprised how comfortable it was, the contours of the wood molding to my body perfectly. He took his time positioning my right leg, running his fingers down from my thigh past my knee before shackling my ankle. Then he repeated the action on the other and by now, there was no doubt he had to be able to gather a whiff of my desire.

I certainly could and it embarrassed the hell out of me. I was supposed to be a lowly employee he didn’t know, and my hunger was out in the open for all to experience. I would think of this later as just another reminder I was slowly losing my mind. When he moved in front of me, he crouched down before placing the thick straps around my wrists.

“You’ll find this more freeing than you realize, Star. Pain and pleasure are meshed together providing the ultimate ecstasy.”

I jerked my head up without thinking and he laughed.

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