Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page A
Authors: Rachel Clark
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life. He smiled at the challenge ahead. This little sub had a lot to learn.
Chapter Nine
My eyes are almost crossing by the time Doug parks his car under the building. The sadistic bastard turned on the vibrating egg and left it on the whole way home. I’m so close to orgasm I’m panting as we move into the elevator.
By the time we step into the apartment I’m ready to rip his clothes off and impale myself on his hard cock. Of course my Dom has other ideas.
“Strip,” he says. I drag my clothes off quickly, worrying a little when he holds his hands out and takes them from me. I kind of expected my suitcase to still be in the hallway, but I suppose he moved it to my room.
“When was the last time you had a panic attack?”
I want to lie but it’s definitely the wrong thing to do at the very beginning of our contract. He’s promised to teach me all I need to know about being a submissive, and in turn I promised to give him my trust and always tell the truth.
“This morning,” I answer quietly. I feel like I let him down. The calm I find in subspace often lasts for several days, but this time it’s been less than two.
“Good girl,” he says as he lifts my chin and makes me look at him. “I know it’s hard to be honest when you’ve been lying for so long.”
Lying? I want to take issue with his statement, but he just stands there calmly as I work my way through the questions in my head. Damn, he knows me well. He gives me just enough time to realize that by hiding my panic attacks I’ve been lying to myself and everyone around me, but not too long that I start to get into that panic-inducing loop that sets off all of the physical symptoms. In fact, this morning’s panic attack had been bad, but not nearly as bad as the last one. Compared to this time last year, my panic attacks are rather mild.
I actually feel myself smiling. He leans over and kisses me softly, and I moan as he moves away. Trust me, I haven’t forgotten that I’m still horny as hell. One flick of that remote control and I’ll be right back where I was in the car—ready to throttle the man if he doesn’t let me come.
“Bend over. Grab your ankles.” Uh-huh. I’ve never been flexible enough to grab my ankles—either that or my arms are too darn short for my legs—not to mention the few extra pounds that Doug actually seems to like get in the way. Stupid curvy body. Only one other person I know has told me he loves my curves, and at this moment he’s hundreds of miles away. Right now he may as well be a million miles away. I’ve wished for so long to have a relationship with him, but now that Doug is teaching me about myself and my needs I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to settle for a “vanilla” life anymore.
It makes my chest ache to think of setting my love for him aside, but if I truly am a submissive, then I would only make a normal guy like Lachlan miserable.
Doug looks annoyed so I quickly try to bend over. I end up opening my stance rather wide, but I finally manage to sort of grab my ankles. Judging by the soft caressing touch on my ass and thighs he’s happy with my efforts. Again I feel all warm and tingly inside and it has nothing to do with being so damn horny.
“For the next two weeks,” he says as he caresses over the swollen lips of my pussy, “you are mine. You do as you’re told, when you’re told, and you do it immediately. No arguments.”
I nod awkwardly, my legs shaking with fatigue as the blood rushes to my head. How did I get so damned unfit?
“Is that understood, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say quickly. This was all part of the contract we discussed in detail over the past two weeks. I have my safe word. In a lot of ways I have the power, but I want to learn about my own needs. I want to understand why letting Doug spank me is a highly pleasurable experience. Until Doug, I might have taken my hockey stick to anyone who’d threatened me with violence. Hockey and ice hockey weren’t
Chapter Nine
My eyes are almost crossing by the time Doug parks his car under the building. The sadistic bastard turned on the vibrating egg and left it on the whole way home. I’m so close to orgasm I’m panting as we move into the elevator.
By the time we step into the apartment I’m ready to rip his clothes off and impale myself on his hard cock. Of course my Dom has other ideas.
“Strip,” he says. I drag my clothes off quickly, worrying a little when he holds his hands out and takes them from me. I kind of expected my suitcase to still be in the hallway, but I suppose he moved it to my room.
“When was the last time you had a panic attack?”
I want to lie but it’s definitely the wrong thing to do at the very beginning of our contract. He’s promised to teach me all I need to know about being a submissive, and in turn I promised to give him my trust and always tell the truth.
“This morning,” I answer quietly. I feel like I let him down. The calm I find in subspace often lasts for several days, but this time it’s been less than two.
“Good girl,” he says as he lifts my chin and makes me look at him. “I know it’s hard to be honest when you’ve been lying for so long.”
Lying? I want to take issue with his statement, but he just stands there calmly as I work my way through the questions in my head. Damn, he knows me well. He gives me just enough time to realize that by hiding my panic attacks I’ve been lying to myself and everyone around me, but not too long that I start to get into that panic-inducing loop that sets off all of the physical symptoms. In fact, this morning’s panic attack had been bad, but not nearly as bad as the last one. Compared to this time last year, my panic attacks are rather mild.
I actually feel myself smiling. He leans over and kisses me softly, and I moan as he moves away. Trust me, I haven’t forgotten that I’m still horny as hell. One flick of that remote control and I’ll be right back where I was in the car—ready to throttle the man if he doesn’t let me come.
“Bend over. Grab your ankles.” Uh-huh. I’ve never been flexible enough to grab my ankles—either that or my arms are too darn short for my legs—not to mention the few extra pounds that Doug actually seems to like get in the way. Stupid curvy body. Only one other person I know has told me he loves my curves, and at this moment he’s hundreds of miles away. Right now he may as well be a million miles away. I’ve wished for so long to have a relationship with him, but now that Doug is teaching me about myself and my needs I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to settle for a “vanilla” life anymore.
It makes my chest ache to think of setting my love for him aside, but if I truly am a submissive, then I would only make a normal guy like Lachlan miserable.
Doug looks annoyed so I quickly try to bend over. I end up opening my stance rather wide, but I finally manage to sort of grab my ankles. Judging by the soft caressing touch on my ass and thighs he’s happy with my efforts. Again I feel all warm and tingly inside and it has nothing to do with being so damn horny.
“For the next two weeks,” he says as he caresses over the swollen lips of my pussy, “you are mine. You do as you’re told, when you’re told, and you do it immediately. No arguments.”
I nod awkwardly, my legs shaking with fatigue as the blood rushes to my head. How did I get so damned unfit?
“Is that understood, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say quickly. This was all part of the contract we discussed in detail over the past two weeks. I have my safe word. In a lot of ways I have the power, but I want to learn about my own needs. I want to understand why letting Doug spank me is a highly pleasurable experience. Until Doug, I might have taken my hockey stick to anyone who’d threatened me with violence. Hockey and ice hockey weren’t
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