Chapter Five
Guy accepted the drink Andy handed him and stood by the large French windows, gazing out at the amazing view of the Suffolk countryside laid out before him.
“She seems like quite a woman,” Andy commented, after a couple of minutes’ silence. “That was a gorgeous blush she gave after she made her apologies.”
“You’re right, it was,” Guy replied and, taking a large swig of his beer, focused on the view.
After a moment, he turned and faced his friend. “I thought it might have been just a mutual attraction, but it turns out that she’s wanted to try the lifestyle for quite some time. I get the feeling, especially after hearing her phone call to her friend, that things may not have been too successful in that area, so far.”
Andy raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical.
Guy nodded with a sigh. “I know; I said I was going to stay away from anything serious for a while, but there’s something about her, you know? I need to see if this could go somewhere, and apart from that, I don’t want some idiot taking her as his sub and completely fucking it up for her again. Like I said before, she’s not had the best luck finding a Dom who she can really learn from.”
“Sounds good to me,” Andy replied. “So how about we liven the evening up a little? You, me and our two subs, round at your place. I can make a couple of calls and make sure I’m covered here for a few hours.”
“I was going to take her to The Manor tonight, but your suggestion sounds better. She needs to be introduced to her training gradually, and a BDSM club on her second night here might be a little much.”
“Typical Guy understatement,” Andy joked.
Guy tore his gaze away from the window and sat down heavily on the overstuffed couch in front of the fire. The two men sat in companionable silence for a while and then turned as Becky and Gina entered the room.
Gina watched Becky cross to Andy and kneel beside his chair. Hesitating for just a second, Gina walked over to the couch and did the same.
“Good girl, that was nicely done,” Guy said, and Gina felt a warm glow inside. She wondered if this was what true submission felt like—to enjoy receiving a compliment from one’s Dom and to recognize, she realized with surprise, a genuine need to serve and please him.
The feeling certainly hadn’t appeared during any of her previous relationships, that was for sure. But Guy seemed to emanate a certain power. A sort of strength surrounded him that gave her butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to learn from him, and the more she was in his company, the more she wanted to be a true submissive. Not the frustrated, unsure woman she had been up until now.
“I think that maybe you aren’t quite ready for a club setting yet,” Guy said to her. “But Andy has suggested an evening at my place for the four of us, and I agree. A chance to learn some of the basics I will expect from you is a good idea. So you will go back to your room, have a nap to help with any lingering jetlag, and be ready to leave at seven. Is that clear?”
Gina could feel the nerves beginning to build already. A party at Guy’s house would inevitably mean being completely naked, and she’d be expected to do whatever he commanded.
It was stupid, but her sweater had meant that she hadn’t exposed all of herself. She had retained some small measure of control, but to be completely exposed for both men to see. Oh God, could she do that?
For Christ’s sake, it was time to pull herself together and put on the big girl panties. Or rather, take them off.
She gave a small smile, despite her reservations.
Guy raised a quizzical eyebrow, no doubt due to her lack of response to his orders and her unexpected smile.
“I’m sorry. Yes, Sir,” she answered quickly.
Andy smiled and, taking Becky by the hand, led her to her clothes and allowed her to dress again. “Come on, little one, time to get back to work. Go and put back up the open sign again, and I might just salvage some business before closing.”
Andy laughed at Gina’s mortified expression. “It’s okay, sweetie. We close at three o’clock here and take a break before the evening shift starts at six. I’m sure I won’t go broke losing and hour or two’s trade.”
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Back in her room, Gina caught sight of her discarded jeans, panties, and bra. She felt excited and apprehensive, almost unable to believe what had happened in such a short span of time.
She drew the curtains, and after pulling off her sweater, she climbed under the covers and reveled in the warmth and softness of her bed.
Guy had been right. She did feel tired even though it was early afternoon. Gina lay, staring up at the ceiling, and smiled at the memory of the exquisite orgasm she had experienced, not one hour ago. It was stronger than anything she had felt before, and it had been accomplished just by his fingers. My God, what if it had been his mouth?
Maybe in a few hours, she would find out what that would be like as well. Whatever happened, she couldn’t afford to mess this chance up. And whatever else she felt, she would not let herself get too attached to Guy. He had offered to instruct her as a Dominant, that was all.
Gina smiled in the dimmed light. But those dark eyes and that rock-hard body…
NO! STOP!
He was just her Dom for two weeks. Repeat… Just her Dom, for two weeks only…
Gina turned over and raised her head groggily. She thought she had heard a knocking noise, but maybe she had been dreaming. It was pitch black in the room, and her head felt muzzy. She jumped as someone knocked loudly on her door.
“Gina, it’s only me, can I come in?”
“Yes,” Gina replied, then cleared her throat. “Yes, come in,” she tried again.
She hadn’t locked the door this time, and Becky appeared in the doorway, carrying a large glass of orange juice. “I just wanted to check that you were awake,” she commented with a smile. “I guess it was a good thing I did. It’s six thirty, sleepy head.”
Gina threw back the covers with a shriek. “Oh shit! I can’t believe I slept that long. I really suck at this following orders thing. I’ll never be ready by seven. What am I supposed to wear? Oh God, I’m going to screw this up so badly.”
“Hey, calm down. Everything’s going to be fine. Here, drink this and then go and get in the shower. I’ll hang out with you ‘til seven, and then you, me and Andy will drive to Guy’s place, okay?”
Gina took a deep breath, thanked Becky, and downed the juice in one go. After a hot shower, she felt more like herself, and the two women chatted while Gina dressed, dried her hair and applied some fresh makeup.
“Do I look all right?” she asked Becky, starting to feel nervous again. “I mean, is this suitable?”
Becky grinned. “It looks great,” she commented, taking in the black slacks and tight, dark red shirt. “But to be honest, it doesn’t really matter that much. I shouldn’t think you’ll be wearing it more than a few minutes.”
“Oh my God,” Gina groaned, and Becky broke into laughter.
“You know, Guy is one of the good guys. If there was anyone I could recommend to teach someone who was new to the lifestyle, it would be him. I know this is all happening really fast and not at all what you expected, but at least this way, you don’t have time to sit and worry about everything. Trust him, okay? I’ve got to know him pretty well over the past year, and he’s firm but definitely fair, I promise.”
Gina sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. “You’re right. Everything happens for a reason, I’ve always believed that. I like him, and I’ve wanted to meet someone who could help me to be a good submissive for so long.” She stood up and grabbed her purse and coat. “I just didn’t think it would happen on day two of my first ever trip out of the States.”
Becky walked to the door and held it open. “Come on, rookie, time to go.
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Andy’s car was comfortable and warm, and as they sped along the dark country roads, he cranked up the music, obviously a lover of rock as Aerosmith blared out of the speakers.
Gina enjoyed seeing the way he was so attentive to Becky. He was obviously in love with her, watching over her, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, and holding her hand all the time that driving would allow. But it was the way he looked at her, as if he would take a bullet for her at any given moment.
Gina wished a man could feel that strongly about her. John certainly hadn’t. He had made her feel like a piece of garbage, especially toward the end of their relationship. He’d had no understanding of her needs at all. At least she didn’t have that to worry about.
Just everything else,
she thought with a rueful smile.
Andy turned off the main road and, after a minute, turned left and drove down a long, winding driveway, stopping outside what Gina could only describe as one of the most beautiful houses she had ever seen. Three large, old-fashioned street lamps lit up the outside of the impressive property, which, Gina spied, had a thatched roof just like hers. The house was set on
at least
two acres and was surrounded by huge old trees that, together with the location, made the whole place completely secluded.
Andy parked the car and got a dark bag out of the trunk. Gina wondered, briefly, what the bag could be for but was instantly sidetracked as the three of them walked past several big, old-fashioned leaded glass windows that glowed with an orange-red color from a massive brick fireplace inside. As the curtains were not drawn, Gina could see at least two huge sofas in front of the fire with patterned rugs covering the wooden floors and exposed beams both on the ceiling and the pale-colored walls.
She knew that Guy was a successful lawyer, but she hadn’t expected all this. The butterflies churned in her stomach as she thought of her little apartment back home, and her event planning business that she was trying so hard to get off the ground.
She was pulled from her musings when the castle-like wooden double doors opened.
Guy stood on the doorstep, dressed in dark blue jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong, muscular forearms.
“Hi, come on in,” he stated, waving Andy and Becky in first. Then he smiled at her and took her hand, leading her through a hallway and into the room she had passed outside.
She smiled shyly at him as they entered the spacious sitting room and glanced around her. “You have a beautiful house, Guy…I mean Sir,” she corrected, flustered.
Guy took in her nervous disposition and turned to face her as they neared the fireplace. He stroked her cheek, then pulled her toward him, taking her lips with his own in a firm and demanding kiss. Her lips opened immediately, and she delighted him with her eager response.
It was refreshing for him to have a woman like Gina, so innocent, completely unjaded, and eager to learn—her submissiveness such a natural part of her. Unlike the previous relationships he had been involved in. Those women had been so pushy, in the aggressive way they had demanded his attention. Calling incessantly, even when he had explained that the understanding between them was at an end.
Guy grinned at his little sub as he pulled his mouth away from hers. Her lips looked a little swollen, and her body had unconsciously leaned toward him.
“Andy and I will be in here organizing drinks. You and Becky may go upstairs and use the bathroom if you wish. Leave your clothes in the bedroom next to the bathroom and put on the ones I have laid out for you. Be back here within ten minutes.”
Gina glanced at Becky, then back at Guy. “Yes, Sir,” she managed in a nervous voice.
Guy swatted her lightly on the ass as she turned to follow Becky. “Good girl,” he complimented.
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Upstairs, the two women entered the bedroom, and Gina immediately caught sight of the tiny maid’s outfit on the bed. “You have to be kidding,” she groaned as she took in the lace-lined ruffle skirt that would barely cover her bottom and the sheer apron, which was not going to come close to covering her breasts.
“You’re getting off lightly,” Becky replied with a smile. “The first time I had to act as waitress here, I was completely naked and the room was full of Doms. I thought I would curl up and die with embarrassment, but I got through it. A good Dom will always make sure you are protected and taken care of. You are never made to feel stupid, or useless. That’s the great thing about Andy and Guy. I know you are really new to all this, but believe me—you
can
absolutely trust them, I promise.”
Gina took in Becky’s serious expression, and after a couple of seconds, she nodded. “Yes, you’re right. I’ve wanted this for a long time, and now I’ve got to put my money where my mouth is. So here goes.”
The two of them quickly used the bathroom and changed into their respective uniforms. Becky had brought her own maid’s uniform with her, explaining to Gina that ever since she had broken down on the way to a party, dressed in a corset, thong and stilettos, with just a thin raincoat to cover her modesty, Andy had allowed her to change at the destination.
“He’s a sweet guy,” Gina commented.
“Don’t let that cute, angelic face fool you,” Becky answered. “I was almost an hour late once when we had arranged to meet at the seaside to stay for the weekend, last summer. He pulled me into his car, drove to a deserted part of the beach, stripped me naked, bent me over the hood and spanked me ‘til my bottom was cherry red. I had to write an essay on why I should always call if I’m going to be late and stand in the corner for an hour every day for four days with my jeans and underwear pulled down, waiting for the spanking that came at the end of the hour.”
“Holy shit!” Gina said, astonished.
“You could say that.” Becky smiled. “I sure as hell call when I’m running late these days. Come on, let’s get back downstairs. Wouldn’t want to be late, right?”
Both girls laughed, although Gina was starting to feel extremely apprehensive about the way the evening was going to proceed.
Her tiny skirt bounced as she walked, and she was acutely aware that her bottom would be on show whenever she moved. Guy had not even permitted stockings or shoes, so she padded, barefoot down the beautiful oak staircase and along the hall into the sitting room.