The Doc, page 16
“It’s the best pizza I ever had,” Sam informed her through a mouthful.
Cute grin, playful eyes. And so ready to submit…
“Glad you like it,” Alex replied. “You’re ready for more?”
“Food?” Sam prompted with an exaggerated sigh.
“No. A bit more intense stuff.”
Those black eyes grew attentive and serious once again.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”
The ever-thoughtful Katherine had left the heating on high and fresh candles for them to use in the play room, aka dungeon. Alex lit the candles. She dimmed the lights. Put on some music, too, while Sam drifted around the room, getting acquainted with its contents. She walked to the shelf of floggers and other impact play implements. Alex watched her bite lightly on her lower lip as she picked up one of the canes. It was the one that she had playfully slashed through the air when Katherine was showing her around. Something else we agree on…
“What’s that song?” Sam inquired.
“James Blake. The Overgrown album. You know it?”
“No.” A small smile, a bit more shy now. She returned the cane to the shelf. “But I like it.”
Alex went to her. She took her hands, brought them to her lips, kissed the back of her fingers. Sam took a deep breath. Some kind of settling taking place.
“Relax.”
“Yes.”
Her eyes drifted toward the St Andrews cross in the corner. She stared, even as a soft smile appeared on her lips.
“Since it’s your first time, I’d like to give you a little taster of what I enjoy,” Alex suggested.
“I would love that.”
“Not everything I like might work for you. Trial and error, we work it out together. There’s no right or wrong as we learn each other. Yes?”
“Sounds great, yes.”
Alex allowed herself to settle, too.
“I’ll keep checking, make sure you’re okay. I want you to share how you feel. Later, I might ask you to be quiet for some parts of it. If and when that happens, we’ll use the traffic light system for safety. You know what that is?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Green is for go. Yellow, slow down or can we talk about it. And red, stop,” Sam said, her voice a little huskier.
Alex nodded in approval.
“Anything else before we start?”
“Um… Yeah. I like being quiet.”
“Noted. I like that too.” Alex caressed her cheek, then took a step back. “Take your clothes off, Samah.”
Sam blinked and stared for a second, digesting the request, before she once again took in a deep breath and, with a flustered smile that only made her look even more attractive, did as she was told. In perfect style, too. She kicked off her boots, peeled off her jeans, and pulled her t-shirt over her head – all to the rhythm of the current song, Retrograde, which happened to be Alex’s favorite on the album.
“Very nice,” she murmured.
“Thank you, Miss,” came the smiling reply.
Sam stood tall and proud in front of her, in socks and black boxers. No bra. No need. Breasts like peaches, and erect nipples begging to be pinched. Alex picked up a riding crop, noticing the quickening in her partner’s breathing as she did so. She moved closer.
“I won’t do anything you don’t agree to,” she said.
Sam exhaled, nice and relaxed, and she nodded.
“Okay, Miss.”
“Good girl. Hands by your side. Stay still.”
Alex ran the tip of the crop over the top of her shoulders, down the side of her neck, in between her breasts. She moved behind her and trailed a slow line down her spine. Skin jumping everywhere she touched, slender muscles contracting. She stood behind her, close enough to whisper in her ear but no touching.
“Do you enjoy being naked in front of me?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Why?”
“Because I think you like it, Miss.”
Alex hid her own smile. Loving every second...
“I like watching you, Samah. You are very beautiful.”
Not fully naked yet, but that would come. She kissed her on the shoulder and swatted her backside a bit harder, enjoying the flinch of surprise and instant burst of laughter that it provoked. Still, the obedient Sam remained in place.
“On your knees, darling,” Alex instructed.
She moved easily, almost languidly. Bronze-skinned, dark-eyed, and with that great smile…
“You look like an Egyptian goddess,” Alex reflected. “In your lovely anachronistic CK underwear.”
Sam chuckled, looking up sweetly.
“Spread your legs. Hands on your thighs, palms up. Fingers together. Straight back. Head down.”
Alex was still using the crop to get her to move, and Sam was breathing a little faster again. Obviously getting a kick out of the exercise.
“You like this?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Tell me what you like about it.”
“Being directed by you. Told what to do and how.”
With every word that she said, and as she described how she felt, the focus in her eyes sharpened a bit more. Alex liked to see that. She rested the tip of the crop under her chin.
“This is the Nadu position. One of the slave poses that I’ll ask you to remember. Are you okay with that?”
She could have used the other term of ‘submissive’ poses, but she wanted to see what reaction this other word would get her. Sam did not move, but her eyes sparkled.
“Yes,” she said slowly. “Okay, Miss.”
“Now move forward a bit, elbows on the floor. Stay on your knees. Forehead touching the floor too, arch your back. Mm. Yes, very flexible, aren’t you?”
Alex noticed her face turn crimson, even as Sam nodded in assent. For sure, it was a humiliating position to be in. Exposed. But everything about this game was sexy to her, and Alex just thought that Sam looked breath-taking in that moment. Obeying her commands, assuming the positions... Doing it all in spite of whatever hesitation she may feel, just because Alex told her to. The feeling of power and domination that it triggered in her was wonderful, and intoxicating.
“You look gorgeous, Samah,” she praised her. “Palms of your hands, flat on the ground. Stretch your arms out in front of you. Perfect.”
She went to stand behind her and mentally counted down to fifteen. She knew the effect this would have on Sam, pushing her a bit further into her submissive head-space.
“This one is called the Humble position.”
“Yeah,” Sam chuckled. “I can see why.”
Alex rested the tip of the crop against the back of her thigh and just waited there. It was a clear warning, and from the way Sam tensed in reaction, it registered as such.
“I can see why, Miss,” she corrected.
“Better. Return to Nadu. Take a deep breath.” She walked back around and smiled at her warmly. “How are you feeling so far?”
There was no mistaking the grin that she received in reply.
“I feel great. And you?”
Alex bent to kiss her on the lips and run her fingers through her hair.
“Fantastic,” she confirmed.
“Can I ask you something? Miss?”
“Yes, you may.”
From her position on the floor, Sam very ostensibly allowed her gaze to travel up and down the length of her body. Alex watched her do it. She did not move a muscle in reaction, but she could feel her pulse start to race, and a flicker of heat coming alive too, everywhere that her partner’s eyes lit up. Sam lingered over her breasts. She stared at her hand holding the crop. She licked her lips eventually, probably without being aware of it, and locked eyes with her. Alex raised an encouraging eyebrow.
“Well?”
Sam broke into a luminous smile.
“When do you take off your clothes, Miss?”
“What makes you think I will?” Alex chuckled.
∞∞∞
I am in charge here, and not you. Sam received the message loud and clear. Frankly, it was the sort of reminder that she craved, and Alex was doing a fantastic job of getting her deeper into the zone. This was a delicious kind of cognitive dissonance: Chief of Police Recco, in her underwear and on her knees in front of her Mistress... Loving, relishing, adoring every second of being told what to do. She glanced at Alex, who was still walking around her with that damn riding crop in her hand. Using it to caress sensitive parts, making her shiver in anticipation, keeping her focused... Sam wondered how it would feel when she used it for real. Part of her winced at the idea, and the other just wanted it all, hard, and with no warning.
“Close your eyes,” Alex instructed. “Stay in position.”
She obeyed, feeling herself floating on a cloud. It was warm here, and comfortable, kneeling on the floor. In my slave position. She shivered again at the idea. This was bliss. Ultimate pleasure. Above the music, Hozier’s Take Me To Church playing now, she could hear Alex moving about but had no idea of what she was doing.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
“Yes Miss.”
Warm breath fluttering gently on the side of her neck, and Alex moved to hold her in a loose choke hold.
“Are you nude?”
“Shhh.”
“I can feel it,” Sam grinned.
Alex cupped her left breast in her hand, effectively stealing her words. Oh. My. God! Sam leaned her head back against her shoulder, eyes still closed and focused on her touch.
“Breathe,” Alex murmured.
“Mm…”
Sam relaxed, but a sharp pinch to her nipple soon made her gasp.
“Don’t want you to fall asleep on me, eh?”
“No risk of that,” she chuckled. “I’m super-alert.”
“Good. So, I’m going to do something now, and that’s when our scene is really going to start.”
Do something? Sam experienced a pleasant contraction in the pit of her stomach.
“Okay…”
“Once we’re fully into it, remember to address me properly. I want to hear you say ‘Miss’, every single time. I won’t remind you again. If you forget, as you keep doing, you’ll be punished. If you need to speak or ask me a question, request permission to do so first. And you can moan, laugh, cry, react in any way you like; but other than that, I would rather you remain quiet and savor the experience. Say ‘Red’ and everything stops. Is that clear for you, Samah?”
Cue more chills down her back and tingles in between her legs. I waited my whole life for a woman like you…
“Yes, Miss,” she replied.
“Okay. Let’s begin.”
Something she could not identify yet brushed tantalizingly against the side of her neck. Then, she smelled leather. Oh, yeah... Her brain went into overdrive when she understood what was happening. This, too, she had dreamt of.
“Stay still,” Alex reminded her.
She fastened the collar around her neck. Not too tight, but enough that Sam would not forget it in a hurry.
“Now you can open your eyes. Look at me.”
She stood in front of her in garter belt and stockings, bra and panty set. Red lace, black stilettos, and all Sam could do at the sight of her was grin. Wow! She started to say it out loud but remembered that she was supposed to remain quiet. So, she just carried on smiling and she did look, to her heart’s content, since Alex had just told her to.
“Like what you see, do you?” Alex chuckled.
“Yes, Miss,” Sam replied. “A lot.”
“Stand up.”
Alex checked her collar, which did not need to be adjusted, but Sam relished the gesture. Alex was watching her intently, paying attention to every little movement. And she commented on this one.
“You enjoy being touched.” Her next remark was personal, and it caused Sam to shiver violently. “I’ve wanted to see you in a slave collar since the first time I laid eyes on you, Samah.”
CHAPTER
23
That word again… Sam mentally repeated it to herself and she had to take another deep breath to stay focused. The crazy thing was that this was not even heavy play between them. Not yet… Even so, it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced in her life.
“Hands in front of you.”
Without a word, she complied. Alex smiled and made brief eye contact with her.
“What a good girl. So obedient.”
Sam could not have hidden the effect that her words were having on her even if she tried. This was twisting her insides in the most delicious way, but she did not move a single muscle. Managing to stay still, as instructed. She enjoyed the praise, tried not to melt too early into a mindless puddle. Meanwhile, Alex attached sturdy cuffs to her wrists and clipped them together. Good quality items. It would be hard to get out of those on her own, Sam realized. Good thing I don’t want to. Her ability to move her body in the way she wanted was slowly being removed, and the sensations made her head spin. She wanted this, and for Alex to take her control away. Earlier, it was only mind play, but now it was turning physical. As real as it gets. Fucking fantastic.
“Put your hands behind your neck.”
Alex surprised her with her next move. There must be a clip on the collar as well, but Sam only realized it when she tethered her wrists to it. Okay… This was beginning to feel like proper bondage.
“Mm… Yes. Finding yourself in a bit of a predicament, I suppose,” Alex stated.
“I guess I am, Miss.”
The response was sharp and unequivocal.
“Quiet. When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”
On that, Alex moved in front of her. She grabbed hold of her collar and kissed her hard on the lips. Before then, Sam only had a vague idea of how this sort of play might make her feel. As far as she was concerned, she knew that restraining someone would leave her absolutely cold, and probably just remind her of her work. But in that kiss, she felt Alex’s hunger. Her passion. And certainly, her power. Suddenly, she found herself being yanked forward and toward the cross. Alex also moved quickly behind her. She took her wrists again and spoke against her ear.
“Don’t struggle now, okay?”
“I wasn’t going to.”
Smack! Just a hand on her butt cheek, not the riding crop, but it still packed a sting. Sam stiffened in reaction.
“How do you speak to me?”
Fuck! She bit on her lip not to laugh in delight.
“Miss,” she said. “Sorry.”
“You think this is funny?”
“No, Miss, I—”
“Quiet. I won’t remind you again.”
She caressed her bottom, soothing the sting, and Sam bit on her lip not to make a sound. Alex was not loud, but the authority in her voice was undeniable. The result was… Rather puzzling. Sam felt the impulse to argue or, at the very least, find a reason to defy the order. Being told to be quiet, as simple a command as it may be, and even though she really did prefer it that way, was not that easy. Having to suppress the urge to speak just because another woman said so was both infuriating and exciting. She wanted it, for sure, but also to fight back, and in equal measures. She laughed, which Alex completely ignored, as she tied her to the cross. One wrist, then the other. Nice and tight. She did it slowly, allowing her to feel the full weight of her ‘predicament’, as she called it. Sam soon settled down. Having to let go, obey, and noticing her own acceptance of the situation, was a tremendous rush. Another fantastic reminder that she was not the one in charge. Alex stood behind her. She continued to touch her. She did not ask for permission to caress her shoulders and back. To run her fingers deeply through her hair and to fondle her breasts... Being petted in this way, unable to turn around or return the gestures, was beyond arousing. Then, Alex turned up the heat even more.
“You’ve got too many clothes on.”
She yanked her boxers down and had her step out of them before she attached cuffs around her ankles too.
“Spread your legs. Good. First time being tied up?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“How does it feel?”
“Brilliant, Miss.”
Alex chuckled softly, kissed her on the cheek, and took her world away. Literally. Sam never thought she’d enjoy wearing a blindfold, but as the silky piece of material covered her eyes, and delicious darkness enveloped her, she discovered that she was wrong. Losing her sight heightened everything else, of course. And the fact that Alex did not ask if she wanted that to happen or not was thrilling. Something heavy landed over her shoulder. She got a whiff of more leather, and shivered in anticipation.
“Can you guess what this is?”
“Flogger, Miss.”
“Good girl.”
As Alex proceeded to caress every inch of her body with the tails, Sam was just able to reflect that her introduction to BDSM was turning into her dream scene.
“Ever been flogged before?”
“Miss, I’ve never done anything before. You know that...”
She thought the comment might earn her a reprimand, but instead, she received a splendid kiss. Alex had obviously moved in front of her. Being kissed while naked and restrained took the whole thing to new heights of delight. So did Alex’s words.
“Thank you for letting me be your first,” she whispered.
∞∞∞
She’d had others… Women she initiated into the pleasures of BDSM and impact play. But never one quite like Sam. Not even Amelie, who was already experienced when they met, had made her feel so connected from the start. Alex knew there was more to this than a simple game. It went deeper. This was truly a gift, and she was determined to give her partner the best experience possible. One last caress, making her chase the kiss as she pulled away. Then…
“Enjoy.”
She started by slicing the flogger through the air, moving it close, only inches from her skin. Sam tensed in anticipation, and Alex held back a bit longer, enjoying making her wait for it. The first contact was soft, almost like a caress, and she allowed her a few more slow and mild strikes. Alex was not a fan of constant verbal check-ins during play, and asking how things were going. But she was paying close attention to her playmate’s reactions. It was her job, to make this all go well. And she was pleased when she noticed a trace of tension across Sam’s shoulders disappear. She saw her smiling. Alex grinned as well. Alright. She increased the pace a little bit and moved to different places on her body. Ass, shoulders, the back of her thighs. She was precise and deliberate at the same time, staying away from dangerous areas in the body. It was true as well that impact play was not always about pain, although she definitely enjoyed delivering it. But with Sam tonight, she wanted to focus more on sensations. At least, in the beginning. After five minutes or so, she did stop to check on her.
