Scarlett's Temptation, page 9
She started to weaken in her resolve. "Maybe it is just a difference of status thing, a gift like that just blows me away." Taking a deep breath she tried to calm the part of her mind that screamed how wrong this was.
"Trust me on this Scarlett, let him pamper you if he wants too. It's not going to hurt his bank account and fighting over something this stupid, it's really not worth it." She knew just how intense Rhett could be when he wanted something, but as intense as he could be he also enjoyed pampering his pets.
She doubted Janie could understand where she was coming from on this issue. Her entire life, she'd been spoiled and given material things, so it came naturally to her. That gave her a little relief, because thinking about it she had to assume Rhett had been raised in the same way and didn't understand how the rest of the world lived. "I'm sure you're right Janie, I was just overwhelmed.
"Good, now let's go take a spin in your new car." As far as Janie was concerned this conversation was over. Scarlett understood that Rhett enjoyed giving her things, and she should be happy and accept them.
They drove around until Scarlett had to get ready for work and Scarlett tried to force herself to keep a smile on her face. The car was incredible, there was no denying that, she just hoped it would stop pricking her conscious that he'd given her something so valuable.
She spent the eight hour shift at work in somewhat of a daze and when she finally made it back home to get ready for her time with Rhett, she was a little calmer. She borrowed a dress from Janie for the night and when she finally made it to his mansion, her mind was consumed with what he would do to her tonight and the car was pushed back in her thoughts.
The butler escorted her to the door that led to the dungeon and told her Rhett would be with momentarily. Remembering his instructions she walked into the changing room to undress. She was trembling nervously as she walked back into the room and knelt awkwardly where he'd told her to wait. She had no idea if she was doing this kneeling thing right, but he'd told her last night he didn't expect her to know yet.
When he walked in the room still dressed in his suit, her breath caught in her throat. He looked so formidable and sexy. Even though she was embarrassed to be completely naked and kneeling, she was also incredibly turned on.
He didn't speak at all for a few minutes, just walked around her slowly, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body. "I like seeing you this way," he was all business as one hand went to her stomach and the other to her back, straightening her posture. Lifting her chin so her head was up he spoke in a curt command, "Eyes lowered." His large hands rested on the inside of her thighs and he pushed them apart. "Keep your legs open like this so I can't touch what is mine."
He pushed her hair back over her shoulder so his eyes could feast on her breasts. "That is how I want you," his hand cupped one of her breasts, enjoying the slight weight and the fact that her nipple tightened instantly. "Tonight sweet girl, I'm going to film you and show you how beautiful you look when you submit to me."
She took a quick intake of breath at his confession, not sure at all how she felt about having her body on display with a recording. "Sir?" She whispered softly, not sure if she was supposed to be talking or not.
"I'll allow you to talk this time Scarlett, but understand it's only because you are new to this. In the future, unless you plan on using your safe words you don't speak without my permission. Now what questions are in that sexy little mind of yours?"
He was in complete caveman mode, she noted before speaking hesitantly. "Will anyone else see this tape, Sir?" It was one thing to be here with him like this, a whole different can of worms if other people were going to be gawking at her naked body.
He chuckled at her question. "Baby unless I personally invite someone in on our time together, you can be assured I won't be sharing you with anyone."
For a moment she felt completely relieved, and then the rest of his statement threw her for a loop. Would he be asking someone else to join them? She'd never thought about that being an option and she felt her body tremble. "You would invite someone in with us, Sir?" she knew he didn't give her permission to speak, but this was vital information, she thought to herself.
"Enough Scarlett, if I chose to do that, then it would happen but you still have your safety nets in place so this discussion is over are we clear?"
Excuse me for breathing, she thought angrily, not liking his high handed attitude at all. "Aye, Aye Sir," she retorted bitchily.
"I can see someone took their smart ass pill before coming over tonight, it seems we need a little attitude adjustment before we begin." He was fighting back a laugh at her attitude, and knew in all honestly he was being a little unfair. She had no idea what he would or wouldn't do, because she hadn't experienced this lifestyle before. Still it behooved him to show her who was in control here. Allowing her to continue the behavior would only make her think it was acceptable.
"Stand up girl," he didn't wait for her to comply. His hand fisted in her hair without much gentleness and tugged upward until she stood.
A tremor of fear moved through her, and she knew that she had overstepped some invisible boundary with him. She could run like a scared child or accept whatever he was about to dish out, she thought nervously as he led her with his hand in her hair over to some strange gymnastic-like vault thing. Firming her resolve she decided whatever he did, she could deal with it. The thought made her feel unreasonably cocky and she smirked.
He didn't miss the look on her face and hid his own smile as he thought how easily he could break her if he chose to. "Since my girl obviously has issues controlling her mouth, I think she needs to understand what happens to naughty little girls who don't do what they're told." He almost chuckled at how her body tensed at his reference to her being a child. Fortunately for her cute little ass, she kept her mouth shut.
"Lean over the bench girl," he watched as she struggled to lay over the angled leather bench. It forced her heart-shaped ass up in the air and left her lower body leaning downward. "You'll feel two small handlebars by your hands, find them." He waited until she grabbed the small bars. "Nice view from this angle sweetheart," he chuckled, "now don't move, or this is going to be much worse on you."
He walked over to his closet and pulled out a riding crop and leather paddle, not sure which he would use, maybe both depending on how she responded. Making his way back over to her, he dropped them both at his feet and his hands went to her firm ass and massaged. He spoke in low tones with a firm voice, "This isn't for fun little girl, I don't like you back talking me and when we're done here I expect you to remember the lesson." He continued kneading her flesh. "Tell me your safe words, Scarlett." He wanted to make sure she understood she could stop this if it became overwhelming.
His little speech had her quaking in fear and it took her over stimulated mind a few seconds to remember. "Yellow and Red, Sir," she spoke in a soft whisper, afraid now at what he was about to do.
"Good girl," he reached down and picked up the leather paddle and rubbed it in small circles over her butt cheeks for a few seconds before lifting and coming down hard.
She cried out at the unexpected pain, and gripped the bars tighter. This definitely wasn't a feeling she enjoyed, she thought as her ass throbbed.
"Are you going to open that pretty little mouth to me like that again little girl?" Bringing down the paddle on her other cheek, enjoying the red splash of color on her pale ass, he waited for her to speak.
"N-no, S-sir," she whimpered her backside was definitely throbbing now and she tensed waiting for the hated thing to land again.
"I'm sure you won't," he brought the paddle down again and again in increasing intensity until her beautiful ass was colored with a slight red blush. He enjoyed the sight and was impressed that she hadn't used her words yet. His hands massaged lightly over her flesh, noting how she tensed and deciding he'd gone far enough for one night. She was much more resilient than he'd initially thought, and it pleased him intensely.
She was sobbing uncontrollably at the burning pain, but she refused to let him win tonight. She knew it was childish, but it was her ass and he had bruised her ego with his attitude. That had hurt a hell of a lot more than her butt at the moment. Then she rethought that, maybe it was an equal thing.
"Do you need me to remind you more Scarlett," he was ready to end this now but she needed to be the one that broke here.
"That you are being irrational Sir, no I don't need reminding of that," she was past ready to stop this agony, but her mind wasn't ready to concede victory yet. She didn't like the fact that he'd brought her to tears, and burning ass or not, she was not backing down. She hadn't done anything wrong as far as she was concerned.
Her response blew his mind and his mouth opened slightly as he tried to regroup. He had expected her to beg him to stop and knew she'd have a hard time sitting down tomorrow if he continued. His little girl was a hard case he bit back a smile and decided to change tactics. "Well I guess we'll just have to focus your mind on who's truly being irrational little girl, don't move!"
Walking over to his closet he pulled out a video camera and tripod. He had stationary camera's set up in the dungeon but those just wouldn't do tonight. He wanted close-ups of her face and moved the camera in front of her so it would pick up her body and face and isolate most of the room out. "I want you to have this little tape I'm making girl, so the next time you think to deny me you'll think twice."
He wasn't about to paddle her anymore, he knew her tender flesh couldn't take much more without breaking down. There were other ways to punish, ones that would be more mental than physical and he doubted seriously it would take long to have her demanding he stop. He pushed record before walking over to his special closet and pulling out a few things and carrying them back over.
"Remember girl, you can stop this at any time," his tone was condescending for no other reason than he was going to push her to the limit tonight. In all honesty he was rather impressed that she was holding out. It proved to him that she was made to be a submissive.
She wasn't bound to this horrid contraction, she thought. If she wanted to get up, she could have done it already. The thought made her more than a little smug and she was angry with him for his reaction to a simple little slip of the lip. "Bring it on, Sir." She had no idea why she was pushing his buttons, but there was a part of her that wondered how far he'd actually go.
Damn she was feisty, he shook his head. It made the temptation to tame her a bigger challenge. He lit a candle, thinking that he'd try something lighter than the grand finale if she made him use it. "Bad little girls need to learn how to show respect". Without any other words he lifted the candle high enough above her body to not seriously cause pain and trailed the warm wax across her already stinging ass.
She gasped as heat inflamed her backside and bit her lip to stop from crying out. Arrogant asshole, she thought struggling to fight against the burning sensation on her already aching flesh. As it cooled she relaxed and sighed at the relief. He lowered the candle closer and repeated his movements, her soft whimper proving she was not as tough as she wanted to appear.
"Had enough yet little girl," he seriously wanted to take her upstairs and make love to her and stop this punishment. Her infraction wasn't that bad and all she had to do was concede.
"Not nearly enough, Sir," she was pissed more than before and couldn't stop herself from pushing him.
"Just remember you asked for this baby," he picked up a bottle of lube and covered his finger before moving back to her. Spreading her ass cheeks wide he drenched her tight bud with the oil.
She held her breath as his finger touched her there, hoping he was just toying with her because she was going to break soon if he did what she was thinking. Tensing, she felt his finger circling around that tight opening.
"Are you sorry for being a smart ass?" he smirked at how tight her body was strung at the moment and knew he was winning this battle of wills.
She wanted to hit him at the moment, and her mind was screaming at her to concede. She had no doubt this was going to hurt. Anal was something she'd never even considered before. Hell who was she kidding, she thought, she'd never really thought she'd have sex after 24 years of denying herself. "N-no Sir." She didn't know why she said it, maybe it was because he sounded so smug. Maybe she just didn't like the idea that he could bend her to his will.
He pushed his index finger against her tight bud, barely entering her body. "Are you sure about that girl?" she was going to fold, he knew it. The thought of her not folding was becoming a delicious fantasy though. This was something he took weeks in preparing a submissive for though, and he didn't want to hurt her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, again her mind screamed to give in but she just couldn't do it. "I- I'm s-sure, S-sir," her voice was quaking in fear and her body trembled violently.
His finger pushed inside her tight little channel, and he bit back a groan at how overwhelming unyielding her flesh was. His cock was rock hard at the thought of taking her this way, and his fingers began inching in and out slowly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks at the strange sensation. Her muscles clenched against the invasion, not liking how odd it felt. When he added another finger, the stretching sensation was painful. She wiggled, attempting to move away
His free hand grabbed her hips holding her still as he stopped the gently motions and finger fucked her without holding back. Her soft cries of distress filled the room. "Apologize now or I'm going to fuck this gorgeous ass girl."
The thought of his huge rod embedded inside of her was a checkmate. Her ass was already burning as he savagely thrust in and out with his fingers and she knew having him inside her would be ten times more painful. "I'm s-sorry, Sir," she whispered as tears fell in small tracks down her face. She couldn't stop the trembling that racked her frame. She wanted this to end now.
He pushed his fingers as deeply inside of her as they could go and held them still. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you girl." Twisting his fingers, stretching her wider he was glad this wasn't going any further. She wasn't ready for this and he made a mental note to prepare her body so he could take her like this one day without causing her so much pain.
"I was a b-bad girl, Sir, and I'm s-sorry," her face burned in humiliation but it was better than the pain he was causing her at the moment, her mind surmised.
He gently slid his fingers from her tight chamber and sighed heavily. This had went further than he had planned tonight and he was glad it was over. He helped her off the spanking bench, lifting her into his arms when her legs collapsed in weakness.
This session was over he decided and walked up the dungeon stairs and straight to his bathroom with her snuggled into his arms. She was still sobbing and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. He felt a moment’s remorse, thinking he had pushed her way to far.
Kicking the door open to his bedroom he carefully laid her on her side on the bed and went into the bathroom to run her a bath. He didn't want to leave her alone while the water was running and walked to the door several times to check on her. She was curled up in a fetal position on his bed, her tears finally ebbing but soft hiccups escaped. He would have to remember to not push her so hard again.
When the water was ready he lifted her into his arms again like she was a child and gently lowered her into the warmth. She winced at the pain in her ass, but managed to sit up. He stripped quickly and joined her in the oversized tub. With tenderness he bathed her as she sat completely still, her beautiful eyes staring ahead without really seeing.
He knew she was still shocked from earlier and felt more than a little guilt. After he washed her hair, he lifted her weak arms and bathed them one at a time with soft ministrations. The color was coming back to her cheeks as he carefully washed her legs and helped her stand so he could wash her sore backside. Needing her to respond to him, he lathered his hands and allowed his fingers to wash the smooth heat of her sex. Her body flooded his fingers and he was glad that she still wanted him physically.
She pushed herself against his fingers, her eyes closing at the pleasure of his touch. For long minutes she had been overwhelmed with the caveman persona he'd shown her in greater detail tonight. She could have stopped him at any time, her weary mind told her, but she allowed it to continue. She didn't understand why. As he slid his fingers from her core, she whimpered in disappointment. She didn't want him to stop touching her right now.
She wanted him to show her that he still wanted her and felt a strange emotional sense of disappointing him. "Please Sir," she cried softly as he helped her sit again and washed away the remaining soap.
"What does my sweet Scarlett need," he caressed her hair away from her face knowing at this moment he'd give her whatever she asked.
"Make love to me, Sir," she hated this feeling of him not liking her. It made her feel completely empty and she wanted it to go away.
He stood and lifted her into his arms and stepped out of the bath. Lowering her to her feet he grabbed a soft bath towel and carefully dried every inch of her body. He quickly dried himself off and held her hand, leading her back to his bed. If his girl wanted to make love, then he would show her just how gentle he could be.
Laying her down on the bed he pulled on a condom then joined her and placed small kisses all over her face. She was so damn precious, he thought to himself as he became overwhelmed with deep emotions. His hands caressed her breasts, her shoulders, and moved down to her firm legs. This was personal, the thought shocked him because he didn't do personal.
His mouth suckled her breast deeply as his fingers slowly caressed her tender folds. He wanted to show her a softer side of him, because in honesty he was afraid he overstepped boundaries tonight. She had come to him in all her innocence and he had unleashed too much, too fast. He came between her parted thighs and slowly joined their bodies.
This was about her and not him right now, he reminded himself. His stroked her slow and measured wanting to draw out every ounce of passion she possessed. Her soft whimpers of need only forced him to control his own needs as he continued slowly inching in and out, demanded his body to hold back.
