The Assistant Part 2: The Beginning “On your knees.” He spoke with an authority
The Assistant Part 2: The Beginning “On your knees.” He spoke with an authority now that made her shiver with excitement. She began to kneel. “No. Turn around, face away from me, and kneel.” She did as she was told. “Sit back.” She obeyed, sitting back on her feet, hands resting on her thighs. “I’m going to give you something, girl. Another gift. One that traditionally means far more than is readily apparent. It is a symbol of my…interest in you. You will not remove it. Only I reserve that right, understood?” She nodded demurely. “Yes, Sir.” He reached onto the table and lifted the collar and leash. He inspected it for a moment. “Items like this have a significance to people like me that you won’t soon understand. Before I bestow this gift upon you, you must understand that.” She nodded again and lifted her chin, ready to accept the gift. As he placed it around her neck, he suddenly took on a deeper tone. “You belong to me now, girl. Until you leave this room your name is no longer Claire. It is Belle. My pretty little girl. Do you like that, Belle?” Her head fell back as he fastened it around her neck. “Yessss…. Your Belle…” she moaned. She couldn’t believe what she was saying, but she had since given up the fight. Every touch brought her closer to him. She felt completely taken. Controlled yet free. Owned. He reached onto the table again an picked up the ball gag. “Now for my next gift. The gift of silence.” He reached around and guided the ball to her mouth. “Open,” he said softly. She did so and welcomed the gift into her mouth. A part of her was disappointed. She was hoping to have something else there soon, but she trusted him. She didn’t know why, but she trusted him. She had only known him for half an hour but she’d gladly exposed her entire body to him, let him touch her most intimate places, and knelt at his feet. The dichotomy of her feelings was causing a battle in her mind. And he was winning. “Now for my final gift. The gift of sight.” He reached in his shirt pocket and removed his handkerchief. He folded over the plain black cloth and reached around her once more. “This will allow you to see, my sweet Belle. See what you are to me. See the truth. See beyond the physical. Close your eyes, and feel.” —— The world went dark. She felt strong hands completing the knot behind her head, careful not to ruin her perfectly tightened bun. She felt the same hands on her shoulders as he rose to his feet, one lingering as he navigated around to center himself in front of her. She felt hot breath on her face as he bent down to kiss her flushed cheek. She heard a click as he fastened the leash to her collar. She felt a tug upward. She rose. His breath came hot against her ear. “Come with me, Belle. I will take you to heaven in my arms.” The plush carpet cushioned her footfalls as she followed the leash to an unknown place. The smell of cologne and bourbon filled her senses. She explored a new world within her mind. No sight. No taste. Just sound, smell, and touch. All three intensified from the lack of the others. She heaved in heavy breaths of his scent, savored every step on the soft, cool carpet. Listened intently to his breathing, calm and collected. His warm, gentle hand pressed to her chest. She halted. His shirt rustled. Her mind let go… The sound of limp cloth falling softly to the ground. A heavy breath. A sigh. A hand to her breast. A squeeze. Another on her shoulder. A bare chest against her back. A slow, sweet hug. Then nothing. Silence. No touch. But still his smell. Drifting… A hand to her bare bottom. Hard. Fast. A sting. Her own cry. Lingering pain. Another hand, evening out the pain. A rush in her ears. Blood flowing quickly. Another hand. Another. She fell forwards, bracing herself on the what seemed to be the bed. The hands had left. His breathing was heavy. She heard more cloth fall to the floor. One, then another. A hand touched her leg. Lips followed. A tongue slid up, leaving a trail cool sensations behind it. Her center was moist. Dripping. Burning. Aching. A whimper escaped. Sheets crinkled in her grip. The tongue reached her center. The core of her being. Lips followed. Soundless kisses circled her. Caressed her. Her ache grew. She pushed back in wanton desire. Her goal was met. He dove into her, exploring her from the inside out. Searching for just the right…there. She moaned unlike she had ever before. It was primal. Pure, unadulterated lust poured out of her lungs until she was out of breath. His hands gripped and pulled her open in a desperate attempt to taste her more deeply. She pushed back again in reply. He pushed forward in protest. She complied. Vibrations of his moans rung throughout her body. His exploration slowed, then ceased. Flesh slid up her backside. Her skin was red and warm. What touched her next was warmer. Hot. Hard. Pulsing. It entered her. Reached inside and pulled something out of her…another deep, lustful moan. It was motionless, all but a pulse. He was not. His hand slid up her back, the other gripped her waist. A single tug and her hair fell down around her face. She shook it wildly. Her new occupant began a steady rhythm. His breath now heaved, the strength of his hands grew. With one hand intertwining in her hair, the other gripped tightly at her waist, pulling her in with every thrust. Electricity began to flow. Out from her center it traveled throughout her body and back, shock after shock until she cried out in pleasure. Her legs began to tremble but she held strong. For Him. One more quickly followed. Through her gag she pleaded, “Please!” His pace became erratic. His breathing short, staccato. He pushed in deep and burst forth. The heat filled her completely. A liquid fire. She cried out again and both collapsed. Her legs twitched. His arms lost all strength. They breathed in unison. With the last of his strength he lifted his arm. The world was light again. —— The dim light of the room was cool and soothing. She shifted in his arms and turned her head to meet his eyes. They fixed onto hers. “Pretty little girl,” he breathed. She blushed and turned away. “I’m a mess,” she retorted. He reached up and gripped her chin, turning her face back to his. “Pretty. Little. Girl.” His words were short and deliberate. She closed her eyes and nodded. “Belle…” She rested her hand on his cheek and leaned in for a kiss. He moaned at the contact. “Sir?” she said quietly. He opened his eyes. “Is this what a Dominant is?” He smiled. “I’ll be here for a week, Belle. This is just the beginning.” -- source link
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