Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) (9 page)

She shrugged against the grip of his arms.. “I don’t know. I kind of have a temper, and you made me mad. I hate when people assume that I can’t do something. People have always seen me as just the girl with the big tits. Or the girl with that awesome ass. Or that nanny that’s so sweet with kids. Or the worst one yet, that dumb blonde. I hate that. So you triggered those feelings when you said that I’m not someone who can be a slave.”

“I believe I said the power exchange was deeper than you were used to — and more than you’re capable of right now. I still believe that, and it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re blonde or have great tits and a great ass — although they are pretty incredible.”

He winked her way, hoping to ease the tension.

When her jaw tightened, he quickly interjected. “Now, wait a minute. I see you gearing up. I don’t mean you
can’t
. We’ll give it a shot, when I think you’re ready. It’s just that… it’s not for everyone. You got more than a little bit of piss and vinegar to you. That’s not exactly something that goes hand-in-hand with the level of submission that I’d require of my slave.”

“But I’m just out of practice. You’ll see. I’m really very submissive. I promise.” She made up at him with those pleading, puppy dog blue eyes.

“I’m sure, Inga. I saw some of that tonight. We’ll discuss that another time though. Right now, it’s time for the nanny to go to bed. No dawdling, and no trying to distract me, either. Bedtime. Now.”

With a hand at the small of her back, he gave her a gentle push. He couldn’t help but cupped her bottom in his palm, kneading her flesh gently. So soft and silky, yet firm and muscular. The skin dimpled when he squeezed hard. Women hated when their skin dimpled. They would relax and enjoy life more if they knew how forgiving men were of curves and dimples. At least as far as he was concerned, he’d rather have a woman with some extra weight. A little jiggle just added to the delight.

He let her get a few steps in front of him so he could watch just that — her ass jiggling. And she had a delicious wiggle to her walk indeed. Between her breasts shaking in front of her, and the wiggle of her as, he had to pause a moment, his growing hard-on forcing him to adjust his jeans.

Somehow she knew, looking over her shoulder at him, a blush rising on her cheeks. “Are you staring at my ass?” she asked, her voice almost a whine. “Don’t, please. It’s too big. You think my butt is gross, don’t you?”

“Hey. If we’re training you — which is what you’ve asked for —, then you don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot look at. A slave
never
tells a Master what he can look at.” He knew he needed to be stern. He had taken her on to be his slave and he knew he needed to exert his will over her it was time to show her that he was in charge and that she was to respond to his commands only. Her needs and desires, although they mattered, they were secondary to responding to his needs. “I want you on your knees, now. Head down. Reach behind you and pull your cheeks apart.”

To her credit, she didn’t say a word. She quietly and gracefully assumed the position and exposed her bottom to his scrutiny.

“You’ll stay in that position until I feel you’re comfortable with my gaze. I’ll be staring at your little hole. You’ll think about the fact that nothing — and I mean
nothing
— on your body is to be hidden from me. Right down to your little puckered hole.”

He stared down at her beautiful ass and couldn’t believe that he was in the position of dominating another woman. He truly thought that those days were over when his Annie died, but here he was with Inga naked — head down, ass up submitting to him. He loved watching a woman struggle with a humiliating submission exercise and this would be one of those. He would test her this way and see how she responded. He walked around her letting his gaze moving from her ass to her breast, his lust growing as he walked around her.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Missy.” Before she could respond, he pressed the pad of his thumb against her anus. The muscles there bunched, slowly easing open enough that he could press in to the first knuckle. “Talk to me, Inga.”

“Uhm—” The strain in her voice strangled the word. “I feel embarrassed. Mortified is probably a better word. M-mortified that you’re looking at my bottom hole — and now that you’re putting your thumb in there. I’m hoping I’m clean. And… we just had sex, so I know I have fluid dripping and — Oh God, Sir, I’m sorry.” A small, quiet sob escaped and she exhaled slowly. “You, of course, can look at any part of my body.”

Garrett pulled his thumb out and patted her hip, as one would an animal to comfort it in an uncomfortable situation. “You’re going to be fine, girl. We’re almost done. I want this lesson learned. If I ask you to take off your bra and walk around in just your panties, I want you to obey immediately. If I ask you to suck your finger then wet your nipples with that finger, I want immediate obedience. I want you to proudly display your tits for my pleasure. Repeat my expectations, in your words, explaining how I own your asshole.”

He pushed two fingers into her pussy, his thumb pressed to her rosebud once more.

“I do… what Master wants. If he asks me to play with my wet nipples, I do it for his pleasure.”

Speech failed her for a moment as he pumped into her channels, alternating entry into one, then the other.

She managed to continue. “Mmmm. I-if Master wants me to unnnh… if he wants me to display my bottom and my little hole to him, Master can watch my little hole whenever he wants. He can touch it, or lick it whenever he wants. I will pull my cheeks apart and let my anus be on display. I’ll do it because Master likes my little hole.”

Garrett almost lost control at those words. No one had
ever
said anything so hot to him. He growled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. And as if on cue, when he pulled his thumb out, her arousal made her muscles constrict and relax. Her bottom had winked at him! He wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer.

“Inga. I know I said I’d be putting you to bed, but, I want to take your ass tonight. Have you ever given your ass to anyone?”

Inga turned his way her face blushing she averted her eyes hesitating to answer. She looked through her lashes at him obviously gauging his reaction her cheeks a pleasant pink and then with a little grin she cleared her throat.”Yes, Sir. Please. Fuck my little hole! I want you to fill me with your cock and fill my ass with your warm cum. Fuck me in the ass, Sir.”

“Jesus! Let me get the lube.”

He quickly grabbed the tube of lubricant from the dresser drawer. Working the slick fluid into her bottom carefully and liberally, he pushed first one, two, and finally, three fingers into her. When he felt her sphincter relax, he coated his cock with more of the cool lube.

“I’m pushing into you now, Inga.”

With one thrust, he slowly eased his cock into her dark channel. Her buttocks were still hot and red from her thrashing, raised welts still visible in places where the belt strokes had overlapped. He gently caressed those soft, well-marked cheeks as he sank deeper inside her.

“Ahhhh. Oh God. It’s so good.” She pushed back hard onto his cock, the heat of her ass warming his groin. His balls slapped against her warm, wet pussy each time he thrust into her, her labia slick with both her arousal and his semen, the sticky juices coating his scrotum.

He clutched the punished flesh of her bottom, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Her groan in response was a mix of lust and pain. She put her hand on her bottom to protect it from his pinches. He slapped her hand out of the way and stroked her clit. “You’re never allowed to touch your clit without my permission. That clit is mine now, girlie. I’m the one who gives you an orgasm. I decide when, where, and how. If I decide you’re denied an orgasm for two hours, you’ll wait. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s the second time, I’ve found you touching yourself this way. We’ll work on this. Trust me.”

He circled her clit while with his other hand he worked her nipples. He twisted and pulled on them until she gasped in pain, bucking and pounding her ass into him. She seemed to respond to the pain, even enjoy it. She pushed back on him grinding her ass into him. It spurred her on, spiking her arousal.

Interesting. She enjoys the pain.

He focused on her breasts, roughly pulling on the hard nipples. When it appeared that she was close, he pulled his cock out of her, swatting her sore bottom several times in quick succession, and pinching her clit.

She screamed out her release. She shivered as he thrust back into her, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly as her body shook and convulsed around him.

The rolling orgasms continued over and over until he finally spilled his seed into her, his balls tingling with his blissful release. He groaned in satisfaction and collapsed over her back, struggling to catch his breath. Her pussy spasmed around him wringing out every drop of his come into her.

Finally, his breathing back under control, he pulled his still semi-erect cock out of her, Inga’s moan of loss making him smile. “Well, I guess I should expect the unexpected with you, shouldn’t I? I didn’t plan that, but that might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.” He patted her hip affectionately. “C’mon let’s get you to bed.” He held out his hand and pulled her up. “You definitely know how to talk dirty, don’t you?”

A pink tint rose upon her cheeks and neck. “Well, I kind of like it. And my last Dom definitely liked it. If you don’t, Sir, I’ll stop.”

“Jesus, you better not. That would be viewed as direct disobedience. I loved it.” He helped her into bed. “Roll onto your side. I’ll be right back to take care of you.”

She sat up. “I can do that. You don’t need to. It’s… what I should be doing.”

He paused and made her lie back on the bed. “No. It’s not what you ‘should be doing.’ Who told you that? It’s my job to care for you. Cuddling, protecting, cleaning, comforting, caring, and disciplining you is
my
job. You may serve me and obey me, but those things I just said? They’re my job.”

She stared at up him, confusion plain in her gaze. Obviously, she’d not been cared for well in her past relationship.

“I thought it was my job to do all of those things. I’ve never had anyone care for me after discipline or sex. Ever.”

“Well, my dear, that’s a shame. You deserve to be cared for — even if that care isn’t always so comfortable. A woman should know — to her core — that she’s cared for, and desired.
Captivating.
Women desire to be captivating — to be the center of attention, a person with an irresistible appeal. And you, Miss Inga, are singularly the most irresistible woman I’ve ever met. I assure you, you’ll be the center of my attention. Now, don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Chapter Eight

W
hen she arose the next morning, Inga looked around the room. He had left. She assumed he must’ve gotten up after she’d fallen asleep.

What a night.

He’d spanked her, fucked her, cuddled with her, given her anal, washed her, and cuddled with her again until she’d fallen asleep.

He’d agreed to do it. She’d be trained as a slave by an actual Master. He'd agreed! What if she wasn’t ready? What if he was right, and it was beyond her capabilities? Taking a deep breath, she told herself she had what it takes. She would improve every day, and she would do her best, no matter what.

Starting the shower, she let it warm up while she went to her dresser and pulled out her Rabbit. She remembered what Garrett had said — her orgasms belonged to him now. She wasn’t allowed to even touch herself. That… could be a problem. She used her toys daily. She looked around, just in case he had snuck into the room. It would be fine. He’d be none the wiser.

After a relaxing orgasm and a long, luxuriating shower, she dressed for the day in a light sundress and flip-flops. She picked up her ripped panties and bra from the couch, then cleaned up the rooms before making her way to the kitchen to see Garrett and the children.

* * *

“D
addy, the sleepyhead is up! Where were you? It’s late!” Madalyn stood on her kitchen chair, beaming as Inga walked into the room.

“Madalyn! Sit down. You know you don’t stand on chairs,” Garrett said. He glanced at Inga. “Good morning, Miss Inga. Did you sleep well?” He turned toward his daughter, raising a shoulder. “See how I did that, Madalyn? You don’t call adults names and tell them they’re late — even if you think they
are
funny names. It isn’t polite.”

“I slept very well, Mr. Garrett.” Inga gave Garrett a wink. “How about you Madalyn, did you sleep well last night?”

Inga made her way over to Madalyn and Liam.

Pouting, her arms across her chest, Madalyn scowled. “Daddy made me wear this today. I don’t
want
to wear it. And now I can’t say ‘sleepyhead’, and I can’t say you’re late or nothin.’ He’s grumpy.”

“Madalyn! Names again!” Garrett glared at his daughter and crossed his arms. “It’s not too early for a time out. Is that what we’re going to do before breakfast this morning?”

“No, Daddy! I’m not doing that! I’m not sitting in time out.” Tears poured down her small cheeks as her mood soured.