STORY EXCERPT

Jillian awoke and immediately knew something wasn’t right. She was alone in her bed. Again. She looked over and saw the other pillow was dented where Joshua had laid his head last night. She knew he had had to leave early. She had to be up at six, so she expected to be able to see him off, but clearly he’d awoken even earlier. She felt the disappointment wash over her as she lay back, looking up at the ceiling.

It took a few minutes to dawn on her that the room was awfully bright considering that, since her alarm hadn’t gone off, it had to be sometime before six a.m. She looked over at her clock and saw a piece of paper blocking the time from her view. She reached over and removed it, a smaller piece of paper fluttering to the ground, but she didn’t pay it any attention as she realized with horror that it was nine fifteen.

Crap. She was out of bed and dressed before she remembered the paper she’d thrown aside in her panic at the time.

Sorry to leave without waking you, but you seemed so peaceful. I’m going to roust Lena and Sandy to take care of things this morning, so I expect you to stay in bed until at least ten. I’ll be back in a four weeks. I wish it could be sooner, but I have to go over the England on a teaching seminar that I’ve committed to, and I always honor my commitments.

In the meantime, I’ve left your my business card with my e-mail address. I want us to spend the next few weeks getting to know each other better because I have a proposition for you when I get back. I want to make sure you have enough time to think about it before I show up on your doorstop asking for an answer.

I’ll expect an e-mail from you by tonight so we can set up some Skype sessions. And I’ll see you in person on September 10th.

Joshua

She sat back down on her bed. He was coming back. She wasn’t just a one-night stand. She checked the clock. No, surprisingly, only a few minutes had passed.  She decided to relax and think about what he’d written. What the heck did he mean by a “proposition”? Was he going to offer her a job? Was it an indecent proposition? She giggled. If it was more of last night, she was definitely interested.

Then she reread the note and frowned. Where was that business card? She looked all over and was relieved when she found it down beside the dresser where she’d dropped it in her haste. It was thick, and the paper felt expensive. She turned it over and saw his name, phone number, e-mail address, and a website.

Hopping out of bed, she powered up impatiently. He had a website. Why had she never thought of Googling him before?

Finally, the damned machine was up and running. It took her three tries to type in the web address correctly. The first thing her eyes went to when the webpage loaded was the photo in the upper right of the screen. It didn’t really do him justice, but she was thrilled that she’d get to look at his photo until the real thing returned in September. In the meantime she’d learn more about him and maybe do some reading in his area of expertise so they could talk about his interests when he returned. He was always so interested in what she did. Jillian wanted to be able to do the same.

She would start by reading his bio. Holy shit! She almost said it out loud. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. His area of expertise was human sexuality with a specialty in BDSM and he was a practicing Dominant with a strong interest in the relationship between pain and pleasure. He was a tenured professor with and currently on a year’s sabbatical from Washington State University. He lectured and taught around the world.

He’d written a multitude of articles on the subject. He had also written several academic books and a popular one, Introduction to Bondage, and apparently his latest which was going to be published in October was a practical training curriculum, provocatively entitled, The Dominant’s Guide to Owning and Training a Sex Slave.

It was described by the publisher as a “how to” for using BDSM to make one's sex life more fulfilling for all parties by teaching the reader how to safely and sanely incorporate the principles of BDSM into their own love lives. It was targeted at both the lifestyle dabblers who just wanted to spice up things in the bedroom to the hard-core devotees who wanted to take practices to the next level.

He was currently single but looking for the right sub to collar and call his own.

ADULT EXCERPT

He smiled. It wouldn’t be easy. She was sure to earn many punishments along the way, and part of him hoped she’d never truly stop challenging him because that would make the sweetness of her submission extra special when she gave it to him.

He took his time putting the things away and then headed downstairs. Jillian would find out soon enough that he had a fully equipped dungeon down there. He took a quick shower and changed into his leathers. He picked out a few toys that he’d had his assistant purchase at his request. He picked out a small crop, one that stung more than it hurt, a pair of basic nipple clamps, again ones that didn’t hurt too much. It would take time to get her ready to move up to the ones with the teeth that would cut into her tender nipples. For now, he’d use the basic tweezer clamps.

He added some lube and a small butt plug to pile of items on the counter. Hmm. What else? He smiled and added a blindfold, a ball gag, padded wrist and ankle cuffs, and a spreader bar. That would do for now. As much as anything, he wanted to see her reactions. He was going to introduce her to the delights of submission as slowly as she needed to move, given the one month constraint, but he wanted her to get used to the idea.

Then he grabbed the training collar he’d decided upon and the crop and headed upstairs to his waiting sub. Opening the door, he saw her kneeling as instructed. She’d looked up when the door opened and then quickly lowered her eyes.

She’d clearly been doing some reading because her knees were spread wide and her hands were resting palm up on her knees. He stood and stared and enjoyed the sight of the blush start in her chest and slowly spread up her neck until her cheeks were a flaming pink that clashed with her hair.

He stood in front of her taking in the sight of her first attempt at submission. He looked down at the pretty red curls between her legs. She definitely was a natural redhead. It was a shame they had to go, but he liked his subs bared to his touch. He moved his gaze higher. He loved her slightly rounded tummy, although she appeared to be self-conscious, sucking her stomach in under his prolonged gaze. He’d have to work with her on that, but now was not time.

His eyes moved higher. Her nipples were tightly beaded with arousal. He looked back down and smiled. He could see the cream on her thighs. He’d originally thought her skin was damp from the shower, but now he realized she was aroused.

He walked up to her, standing right in front of her. He could see her hands curl as she wanted to reach out and touch him but restrained herself. He reached down, using the crop to lift her chin so he could see her eyes.

“Very nice, slave.” He could see her start of surprise. “Why are you surprised? We discussed this on the drive down. On the mainland, you will be my sub, coming and going as you wish, submitting to my will in all matters sexual. But here on the island, you are my slave. You are mine to command in all things. Do you understand?”

He waited.

“You may speak, slave. You may answer all direct questions. If you want to speak, you will say, ‘May I speak, Master?’ and then wait for permission. Speak, sub.”

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good.” He placed the crop on the bed, and then he reached down and unfastened his pants, pulling then down far enough to pull out his rigid cock.

“Suck me off, slave. And no hands,” he added when she reached for him.

Jillian felt her eyes open wide. From the kneeling position, his cock looked huge. She couldn’t believe she’d had that monster inside her. She watched him fist his cock and aim it toward her mouth. “Open,” he commanded.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could as he pushed inside. Then he took his hands and wound them tightly in her hair, holding her motionless.

“I’m not going to last, so you are just going to relax your jaw and throat and take be as deep as you can. Just breathe through your nose and suck hard each time I pull back.”

And then he was moving in her mouth, not being gentle and not giving her a chance to struggle. He pushed relentlessly down her throat, always giving her encouragement and instructions. “Good girl, take me deeper. You can take all of me, can’t you? Remember, breathe through your nose.”

She concentrated on his words, desperately struggling to accommodate him and was shocked when she realized how deep he was when she felt his heavy sac against her chin and his hair tickling her nose.

“Swallow on me, slave.”

She did as he held himself deep. Then he started moving quickly, pumping himself in and out of her mouth.