Hold My Hand (8 page)

I nodded – it’s all I could
do. William pumped in and out, long thrusts that cause his cock to
brush against the back of my throat each time. I was close to being
overwhelmed but the desire within me gave me strength. I felt
powerful. With one final thrust, the first jets of semen hit my
tongue. It was warm, salty and not entirely tasty but none of that
mattered when I considered what I’d just done. I held William in my
mouth. What a heady thought.

I swallowed as his essence
filled me, swallowing and pulling from him to fill myself on
everything he had to offer. I was so hungry for him, my desire to
show him how much I wanted him so strong that I forgot myself. I
tasted the salty cream on my tongue and dripping down my throat
with the final pulses of his release. I shivered at the knowledge
that William had just very much become a part of me. He was inside
me.

“Good, little elf. Well
done.” William’s words lit my world.

He had so suddenly become my
center, my moon around which I now orbit. Though there’s that tiny
part of me that wondered if my desire for this submission might be
wrong, I couldn’t deny the attraction –the compulsion to go to him-
than I could resist taking my next breath. It was all William. He
alone has created this desire within me and I craved more still. I
said a silent prayer we weren’t done. Still on my knees, I beamed
up at him. I was ready for my next lesson.

William took me to his
bedroom then. It was large like the rest of his home, fashioned in
warm, rich tones of browns. The bed I spent last night sleeping in
sat below a stained glass window that was sure to cast a beautiful
rainbow of light during the daytime.

I was quiet, still unsure of
myself. I sought out his hand, needing William’s guidance. He
tugged me to the bathroom door across the room and turned on the
light. “Take care of your needs, place your clothing in the hamper
and then come join me in bed.”

“What will I wear to
bed?”

“Nothing. You’ll sleep in
nothing while in my bed. And I plan to have you in my bed as often
as possible.”

Ducking my head and moving
into the bathroom, I smiled at his words. He hadn’t said it but I
felt loved.

I laid myself before
him.

Content as a cat in the
afternoon sun, I curled myself up on the couch in William’s study
while he took care of work on Saturday. After joining him in his
bed the night before, we did nothing more than sleep. William
curled his body against my back and held me, my cheek on his arm
wrapped securely around me. It was warm and the feeling of safety
engulfed me until I floated to sleep on a cloud of bliss. Never had
I felt such happiness.

“Come here, little elf,”
William called to me from where he sat at his desk. I immediately
unfolded myself and walked to him. “I’ve arranged an appointment
for you with my personal physician’s assistant. I thought you’d be
more comfortable with a woman.”

“Why do I need a doctor?”
The hairs on the back of my neck rise with the quickening of my
heart rate.

“You remember we talked
about having a physical to determine your health and,” he paused,
almost sheepishly, “she’ll get you on birth control. I don’t want
anything between us when I take you for the first time.”

“Take me?”

“Yes.” William chuckled and
pulled me between his legs before whispering in his husky voice,
“When I put my cock into that tight, little sheath of yours, I want
to feel every muscle clenching, every fiber of your pussy.”

William’s words caused that
burning heat again between my legs, a heat he has yet to
extinguish. I didn’t know how to ask and he didn’t seem inclined to
touch me there. Perhaps he’ll wait for that until after my
physical. Please, God, let the physical be soon.

“
Wh - when is my
appointment?”

I was standing between his
legs, with only one of his large shirts to cover my nudity. I was
completely opened to him just as he instructed. William stroked up
my thighs with both hands and nudged the shirt. In surprise, I took
a step back and received a quick slap to my leg.

“Do not move away from me.
Stand still while I touch you.”

“Yes sir,” I said the words
as I already started moving back to him to comply with his command.
His voice already caused the need inside me to burn brighter
between my legs. What was it about how he talked to me, the command
in his voice?

“The doctor can see you on
Tuesday. You don’t work Tuesdays so it’ll fit in just fine. And
then we’ll have lunch.” William set our plans out. He didn’t ask
and I didn’t question. I simply smiled to know he cared so much for
me.

William’s hands stroked
along the cheeks of my ass. His fingers dipped into the valley
between and I locked my knees to keep from pulling away. He stroked
forward with one finger. I could feel the wetness spread along my
folds as he moved his finger back and forth, and I bit my lip to
hold the moan that tried to escape unbidden.

“You are wet. What ever
should I do about that?”

I tried to shrug. I’m
ashamed to be caught so wet, so turned on by nothing more than his
words. My cheeks flamed red as I continued looking down. My eyes
were closed, squeezed tightly. I couldn’t bring myself to watch as
William continued to inspect the valleys of my buttocks and the
sensuous cleft between my legs.

A quick slap to my bottom
startled my eyes open. “That’s better,” William smiled at me as I
looked directly at him. “Keep your eyes open and on me. And I asked
a question that has yet to be answered.”

“A question?” I asked.

“You weren’t listening to
me?”

“I – I was distracted,” I
found it hard to pull the words from my throat as William continued
to move his fingers up and down along my folds.

“I wondered what I should do
about this wetness I can feel,” William reminded me what he’d asked
earlier and I blushed. I didn’t want to talk about this. I’m
embarrassed so I just continued to watch him and prayed he’d let
this go.

Another slap and a raised
eyebrow was all I needed as reminder for my manners. He had no
plans to let me out of responding. “Whatever you want, sir,” I
replied quietly.

“Good girl,” William smiled
and nodded, “I think for now, we’ll have a chat. How about
that?”

“Yes sir. I’d like that.”
I’d enjoyed our quiet morning, my reading while William worked on
his tablet but I was definitely now in need of some attention. I
moved to pull away but he didn’t release me.

“You misunderstand, little
elf. I want to talk to you right here, just as we are now.” For
emphasis, William pressed his finger inside me and my hips pressed
forward. This earns me a smile though I’m embarrassed by my body’s
instinctive response.

He chuckled and leaned
forward to place soft, wet kisses on my stomach where he now parted
his shirt. His breath was warm against me; his tongue followed the
path of the kisses down to my belly button and swirled inside
before trailing lower. I shivered at the intimacy, knowing I
couldn’t pull away and honestly, no longer sure I’d want to if I
could.

Sitting back up, William
pierced me with his gaze. “You may have limits we’ve not discussed.
Here now is your chance. I need to know of any definitive limits
you might’ve thought of overnight.”

“Yes sir.”

“For this conversation,
you’re free to ask questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now I’d enjoy
restraining you with rope. Would you like that?”

I swallowed and
averted my gaze from him. Immediately his palm came down on my
bottom and the burning between my legs grew. I couldn’t believe I
was so turned on. I felt ashamed. How could he desire me when I was
clearly a deviant?

“Aubrey, don’t shy away from
me. No hiding. We’ve already agreed we share similar needs and can
provide for one another. There’s no need for embarrassment,”
William assured me. Yet I was still not feeling so assured.

“Yes sir.”

“Restraints? Rope?” William
reminded me what we were discussing. I nodded my head and received
another slap to my bottom.

“Oh God,” I cried out. This
slap was harder than the other slaps he’d given me before and I
took a few minutes to regulate my breaths and open my eyes.

“I’ll continue to make them
harsher as you continue to be disagreeable. Now, we’re having a
nice conversation. You’re to answer my questions without me
repeating. Understand?”

“
Yes sir. Rope is
fine,” I replied. While I wished I could say more, I bit on my
lower lip and chewed with my teeth.

“What are you thinking?”

“Um… I was remembering the
images of chains from the internet,” I managed to squeak out. His
grin reassured me he’s not upset.

“I don’t like chains. I’ve
told you before. I prefer softer fibers and fabrics. No leather for
you. No chains or shackles. Likely no metal at all.” As he
finished, he stroked my cheek, “Sweet, sweet Aubrey. That was brave
of you to tell me so honestly what you were thinking.”

“Thank you, sir,” I returned
his smile and some of my anxiety melted away at his encouragement.
I’d never felt as cherished as I had in the short time I’d been
with William.

“Confined places? Would it
scare you to be enclosed somewhere?”

“Enclosed, sir?” I was
certain the fear in my face was apparent. Did I need to state the
obvious?

“There may be times when I
would choose to use one for discipline.”

“And I would be locked
away?”

“Not for long periods of
time. Typically, it would be enough time for you to clear your
head, to focus. And I would never leave you unattended.”

I swallowed down my fear.
There was a piece of me intrigued by this. “Yes sir. I’d be okay
with that, as long as you were near.”

“Aubrey, you are pleasing me
with your bravery,” William’s affirmation had me melting. He tucked
his hands around my buttocks again and his long fingers reached the
heat between my legs.

“We already know that I’ll
take you in your mouth.” William thrust a finger into my pussy.
“And I’ll take your pussy.” He thrust again. “But we haven’t
discussed your ass.” He thrust again into my pussy with his finger
and lightly taps my anus. “Would this be okay with you, sweet
Aubrey?”

William stroked firmly along
the outer folds of my pussy. I was growing wetter and could now
hear the sound of his finger as it slid through my cream. When he
touched the entrance to my anus, a feeling of desperation rolled
through me at the new sensation. I moaned because now I needed a
firmer stroke. I felt this rush just out of my touch that I was
trying to reach for.

I had to look away. Another
slap brought me back and I cried out as my eyes found William
again. The determined look he gave me burned inside my belly. I was
tumbling towards something but I couldn’t understand all these new
sensations.

I licked my lips. “William,
please,” I said. I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

“Yes, sweet Aubrey, yes. I
wish to own each part of you. I wish for you to be completely
mine.” William spoke to me but my focus was divided now. My body
consumed by his ministrations. I felt the building of a tension and
knew I could snap at any minute. I wanted that release so badly and
I found myself moving against his finger.

“Say yes to this,” William’s
words washed through me. “Say yes so I can let you come apart on my
fingers.” It took only those words to let go of my humiliation that
this would turn me on. Perhaps I was bad but in that moment, I
couldn’t bring myself to care. I only wanted to come.

“Yes sir,” I said.

And then, came I did, like
waves shattering over the shore, one after the other. William
continued to run his fingers in and out, back and forth, in and out
until I nearly begged him to stop. My knees had grown weak and I
leaned forward to brace myself on his shoulders.

William reached towards my
face and pulled his hand away to show me the tear on his finger.
I’d been crying. I didn’t know. He held his finger up in the light
so the tear caught beautiful colors and he smiled. “Thank you for
this. It’s a gift I will treasure.” He placed the finger in his
mouth and sucked.

*****

On Sunday morning, I left
William to attend mass. He dropped me off and planned to spend the
few hours I needed for my weekly ritual at his office before coming
back for me. We talked in great lengths yesterday about everything
from politics to religion. I was surprised to hear he’d been raised
Catholic just as I had been though he admitted to not having
attended mass in more years than he was willing to dwell on though.
I couldn’t imagine a life where I didn’t go to church. That time
each week was sacred to me.

As I entered the church, I
kept my head bowed so others wouldn’t attempt to interact with me.
I found a pew in the far corner, drew the kneeler down and bowed
before beginning my prayers. Though I recited the prayers I’d
memorized since just a young child, I couldn’t actually recall what
I was saying. I was lost in worry, my thoughts flying across the
new adventure on which I’ve started.

I felt led toward William by
some force I couldn’t explain. Would it be wrong to thank God for
him? I’d found happiness in a most unlikely place, in this
Dominance and submission William introduced me to. I recognized
what William has asked of me might not be what some would profess
as following the church’s teachings and yet at the same time, I
wanted to argue the point.

The organist began her
musical prelude and the familiar melody of Pachelbel’s cannon swept
me away. Each chord loosened the tension in my shoulders and I take
refreshing deep breaths. Oh William, how do I reconcile what I’ve
discovered about myself through you? I’ve taken enough religion
classes during my schooling to quote the bible and defend the very
idea of being taken in hand and cared for -being dominated- by a
man. Yet the emotional pull was beyond reason. I simply wanted
this.