Nick’s soft fingers comforted Zerrin. She wanted to feel them on the rest of her body and was impatient she was still dressed. “I want to serve You,
Master
,” Zerrin replied, “but I have some amendments to the contract you gave.”
“I’m listening.”
“No more extra credit blow jobs. No more office hours that require condoms.” Zerrin stated.
“For you or my students?” Nick’s eyes twinkled.
Zerrin’s mouth became cottony and she swallowed the lump that was constricting her throat. “For your students.”
“Fair enough,” Nick stated, “however, if you’re serving Me, you have to abide by all of the rules I set forth. I don’t want any arguments, questions, or debates. What I say goes.”
“I will, Master,” Zerrin promised.
“Very good to know,” Nick softly kissed Zerrin. Her full lips swallowed his and she softly moaned into his mouth. She met his tongue halfway and they intertwined with each other.
Nick’s mouth was hot and hungry, full of desire and exploration. He tasted like wine and demanding need, and Zerrin fully surrendered to him. She felt his hands slide down her back, grabbing her firm ass and pulling her closer to his body. She felt his cock stirring in his jeans and pressing against her sex. She felt the erotic urge forming in her core, creating a smooth slickness between her thighs.
“Before we go any further.” Nick reluctantly pulled away from Zerrin. “We need to take care of some business.” He led her back inside to the living room to where the contract was. He added the amendment that they would have an exclusive relationship. He stepped back from the agreement for a brief moment and stared down on it.
He knew the seriousness of the contract. He would be in a relationship with Zerrin until one of them decided not to pursue it any longer. He hadn’t been in a relationship with a woman since his undergrad days and purposely chose academics and loose female students over being in a full-blown relationship. Women were complicated; relationships even more so. A D/s relationship only upped the ante. Zerrin wasn’t weak-minded and she already did something to Nick’s mind. He did want her and
only
her.
“Well,” Zerrin quickly signed the contract, “there’s my John Hancock. Now’s your turn, Master,” she handed the pen to Him.
Nick took the pen away from Zerrin and signed the contract. It was too late to turn back now.
Seven
After they signed the contract, Nick led Zerrin back inside and upstairs to his bedroom. “Have a seat,” he instructed her and Zerrin sat down on the bed. He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a variety of dildos and vibrators. “I need to know what gets you off before I do it,” he meticulously placed the toys on the bed next to Zerrin. “You’re going to choose which one you want to use to get yourself off tonight.”
Zerrin glanced down at the toys beside her. She could easily recognize the dildos and vibrators but some of the other ones? She had no idea what the hell they were, and she was very hesitant about using them on her sex. “When, Master?” she asked.
Nick sat down on a chair across from where Zerrin was sitting. “Now.”
Nervousness rose in Zerrin’s body. Did he really want her to masturbate in front of him? Zerrin had never masturbated in front of anybody and she was ridiculously anxious about performing such an intimate act. She then remembered that part of the contract where she said she agreed to masturbation.
What in the hell am I thinking?
“Do you need assistance?” Nick asked.
Zerrin sensed the frustration in Nick’s voice and she knew there was no time to play around. “I might.”
“Get undressed,” He ordered and Zerrin complied. “Lay down on the bed.”
Zerrin laid down on the bed and Nick rolled on top of her, nestling himself between her thighs. His mouth assaulted her neck and Zerrin moaned at the sudden invasion. Nick’s mouth was hot and his tongue…oh, God, his tongue was magical. He played with Zerrin’s body, his hands roaming all over her body as his mouth and tongue played with her breasts and nipples, licking and playing with them.
Nick’s free hand found Zerrin’s mound and his fingers began to play with her sex, feeling the smooth slickness that formed between her thighs as the small rosebud peeked out from the folds. She was completely bare as a result of a wax job. He felt his cock twitching in anticipation of feeling her clench around him once he entered her.
Instead, his finger would have to suffice. He inserted a finger inside her while his thumb rubbed her swollen nub. “Ooh, you’re so wet for me, baby,” Nick moaned, “and so tight, too.”
“Master…” Zerrin panted.
“Are you going to cum for me? Are you?” He challenged her.
Zerrin felt her pussy clench around Nick’s fingers. “I’m about to cum, Master…I’m about to…”
Nick pulled his fingers out and sat across the bed. Zerrin opened her eyes and glared at him. Did he really just play with her and leave her hanging like that?
Oh, this shit can’t be happening.
“Now, you’re ready,” He folded His arms, “you can finish yourself off.”
Zerrin sat up in bed and scooted to the end of it. How Nick made her go from being incredibly aroused to inexplicably pissed off in just a few seconds was astonishing to her. She decided to channel her anger into getting herself off since that was her new task for the night. She carefully picked which toy she wanted to use. She saw an unassuming pearl vibrator and decided that would be her weapon of choice. She laid back down on the bed and opened her legs wide, placing the vibrator directly on her clit.
She forgot that Nick was in the room; she simply focused on the pleasure the vibrator was giving her needy pussy. One free hand caressed and pinched her nipples while her hips buckled to the smooth buzz of the vibrator, wanting and needing more. It had been so long since she last masturbated, and the feelings Nick’s vibrator was creating were beyond her wildest dreams.
Soon her body rolled to the motion of the vibrator, slow and easy like an ocean. Her head was thrown back on the pillow and soft moans escaped her lips. The tiny flutters of an orgasm started on her clit and before Zerrin knew it, she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, arching her back off the bed and collapsing back on it shortly later.
God-fucking-damn.
Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the magnificent creature in front of him and he would’ve loved to have joined Zerrin in a mutual masturbation session, since his cock was chafing his jeans at the moment. No, there would be time for that later. He concentrated on the milk chocolate beauty in his bed. There was a lot for him to teach Zerrin and it wasn’t going to happen overnight or instantaneously. He had his work cut out for him.
And for her as well.
****
Zerrin woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. She briefly sat up in bed and stretched. It was already sunny out and she wondered what time it was. She picked up her phone and noticed it was already 10:30. She was embarrassed she slept so long. She quickly put on some clothing and headed downstairs to the kitchen to join Nick.
“Buongiorno, tesoro mio
,” Nick smiled as he made breakfast, “Good morning, my treasure.”
“Good morning, Master,” Zerrin grabbed a seat at the kitchen island. “Did you need any help?”
“No, I got it. Just enjoy yourself,” he scrambled some eggs, “I left a portfolio for you in the living room for you to view. Take a look at it.”
Zerrin got off the stool and walked over to the living room where she saw a large black leather portfolio. She sat down and plopped it on her lap, carefully opening it. She was shocked by the first image she saw: a naked woman bound and gagged, bent over Nick’s lap as he was in mid-motion of giving her a spanking. She flipped through the portfolio and found more images of Nick being a Dom: a woman kneeling at His feet, two naked women bound and hugging a fully-clothed Nick, a woman wearing a butt-plug that had a horse’s tail.
The final image caused Zerrin to gasp. It showed Nick behind a naked woman he had tied-up in the
karada
method. The woman looked similar to her, Black, and she had natural curly hair. She was thinner than Zerrin, but she didn’t pay too much attention to that. She was more focused on the woman’s eyes. They were full of confidence, security, and self-assurance. Her lips had a slight smirk to them as if she were saying, “He owns this and you don’t.”
Zerrin was intrigued and turned on. She was also a little jealous of the women in the images. She wanted to be like them. She wanted to
be
them.
Baby steps
, Zerrin remembered Nick’s words
. I need to take baby steps with Him. I need to be patient.
“So what did you think?” He asked from the kitchen.
Zerrin put the portfolio aside and walked back to the kitchen. “I like it. Are you going to do the same with me, Master?”
“Eventually.” Nick smiled. “I just wanted you to see what you were in for.”
“I knew what I was in for when you sent the contract over,” Zerrin reminded, “I’m not scared or put off.”
“I knew you weren’t.” Nick served breakfast. “You spent the night.”
Zerrin looked down at her plate and noticed how colorful it was with spinach, strawberries, oranges and bananas. Nick was clearly starting the new lifestyle change at that moment. “I take it that many don’t?”
“A slight few have.” Nick took a sip of coffee. “But no, not many.”
“You’re that picky about who spends the night here?”
“I’m that picky about who I let into my world,” Nick corrected, “You tell a woman you’re an English professor yet all she wants to talk about is some celebrity marriage she read about in
People
magazine. You ask her the last great book she’s read and she looks at you like you mentioned something that went out of style a long time ago.”
“Wouldn’t that reflect on your choices of potential companions and not the woman herself?” Zerrin asked.
“And that’s why you spent the night and they didn’t.” Nick winked.
Zerrin wished what Nick said had a little bit of meaning, but she didn’t look too much into it. She spent the night, all right—in the guest room. “Point taken.” Zerrin smiled.
“Hurry up and eat. You’re going to need your strength today,” Nick mentioned, “it’s a good thing we have a three-day weekend.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
Nick briefly looked up at the ceiling as he formulated a thought. “It might be.”
Zerrin looked over the portfolio again. Several submissives had the moniker “St. Nick” branded over their bodies. “May I ask how you got the nickname Saint Nick?”
“The other Dommes gave me the name. They thought I treat my submissives so well, I should apply for sainthood.” He smiled. “I didn’t ask for it, but it stuck. So there it is.”
“So when others ask about who I submit to, I would tell them I submit to…”
“Saint Nick,” he replied. “They will know exactly who you’re referring to.”
“You have a reputation around the BDSM community, I take it?”
“A reputation I like to keep,” Nick quietly replied, “I have guided a lot of submissives. I’m hesitant to say I set the standard for them, but I was the skeleton, if you will, on what they should expect from another Dom.”
“Sounds like you did set the standard?” Zerrin was intrigued.
“Submission isn’t for every woman. Some become submissives because they want to see how it’s like and if it’s something they would be interested in. Some love to submit and found their calling. Some realize it isn’t for them and totally leave the lifestyle. Others realize they like to be in charge more,” Nick briefly thought of Lady Nikkia, “but once you become a submissive, your life changes.”
“For the better, I hope?” Zerrin asked.
“Always.” Nick smiled. “Hurry up and eat. You’re going to have submissive sisters who will guide and mold you. They aren’t your competitors; they’re simply assisting you. They’ll be over here in about an hour.”
Zerrin was curious about her new sisters. “What will they be teaching me?”
“To see if you’re able to handle Me,” Nick replied seriously.
Nick’s tone made Zerrin wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew.
****
Whitney and Stacey sat on the sofa studying Zerrin’s half-naked body. Whitney’s arms were folded while Stacey wrote down notes. Whitney stood up and walked over to Zerrin and began to take measurements of Zerrin’s body, calling them out to Stacey who wrote them down.
Whitney lifted up Zerrin’s arms, making her form a T-shape. She smoothed her hand under her arms and jiggled them a little. “Fifty P,” she called out.
Fifty P?
Zerrin wondered what that meant. Her eyes followed Whitney as she spread her legs and felt between her thighs. Having another woman get so intimate with Zerrin was a little uncomfortable. “Six Y,” Whitney called out.
Six Y?
Zerrin was wondering all of these code names Whitney was giving. Were they terms for saying she was fat? Whitney and Stacey were toned, almost looking like they hit the gym on a daily basis. Zerrin recognized them from the portfolio Nick had showed her earlier. It made Zerrin wonder why Nick chose her to be His new submissive.