Master of the House

Five minutes later, with a mouth that tasted of salty bitters, I buttoned his fly and stood back up. Before we’d finished kissing while the owls hooted around us, the company had gone

back into the house.

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘I wanted to get a bit closer. See if I could make out any distinguishing features. Can’t we try and sneak a peek through a window?’

‘No,’ said Joss firmly. ‘Much too dangerous. If we were caught …’ He did a neck-slash gesture.

‘Can’t you just give me his name?’ I wheedled.

‘Absolutely not.’ He patted my bottom in warning as he said this. I could feel the welts from the riding crop, still spreading a dull ache through my deep tissues.

‘You don’t trust me,’ I said with a pout.

‘Now don’t sulk,’ he said, with another, stronger, pat. ‘I do trust you, but I know that journalistic streak of yours and I don’t want to put temptation in your path.’

‘So you don’t trust me?’

‘I don’t want you to have to struggle with your loyalty to me and your need to advance in your career. I’m thinking of you, Lu.’

‘You’re all heart.’

‘If I am, it’s because you make me so.’

I couldn’t sulk in the face of such words, sincerely spoken, so I merely accepted his hand and let him walk me back through the woods, towards the gap.

Back at the caravan, he undressed me and laid me on my stomach on the bed so he could rub salve into the welts made by his riding crop earlier. The application of the salve soon led to more intimate explorations and before much longer had passed, he was on me, inside me, taking me from behind, telling me how he had wanted me and dreamed of having me like this for all these years, how he still couldn’t believe it was real, before our animal natures took over and turned the words to grunts.

In his arms, in the still of night, we talked about the training process and what was to come.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to match up to those submissives I saw out there,’ I said. ‘I can’t just kneel there and take things. She was so quiet.’

‘She’s had years of practice. You’ve been doing this kind of thing, what, three weeks? Four?’

‘You’re saying you’d expect me to reach her level one day?’

‘I’m not saying anything of the kind. I don’t want you to be some kind of performance submissive, Lulu. I want you to be mine, that’s all.’

‘You aren’t deluding yourself into thinking you’ll ever be able to order me about outside the bedroom, are you?’

He laughed and kissed me, his hands woven into my hair.

‘I’d like to try it,’ he said. ‘But I doubt I’d get very far. You wouldn’t go in for Domestic Discipline then?’

‘Oh, I read about that.’ Stories of women accepting their male partner as their transcendent authority figure flooded into my recall. I’d found them hot, as reading material, but the reality was beyond my ken. ‘And no.’

‘You might change your mind,’ he said lightly, but I could hear a little lilt of disappointment in there somewhere.

‘I might. But don’t hold your breath, eh?’

‘Breath control!’ he exclaimed.

‘No. Just no.’

‘I hope one day you’ll learn to really trust me and let go of your fears,’ he said.

‘So do I.’

‘What do you think of anal sex?’