True Beginnings (5 page)

Chapter 5 HIM

When she returns, I’m sitting back on the bed. “If I tell you to recite rules or if I tell you that you are to be spanked, you will go to the closet and retrieve that belt each time. Do you understand me?”

She answers quickly, not wanting to anger me even slightly now, “Yes, Sir.”

I finally put my arms around her, pulling her in for a kiss, taking her arms from her back to be around my waist.

I bought the belt after we came back from my parents' place. It's been hanging on the closet door ever since. I know I'll use it...but not tonight. She's still too fragile...her understanding of how I want it to be between us is still too fragile. I smile at her and she smiles back...no idea that I'm picturing just how beautiful her ass will be with my belt marks on it.

I pick her up under her arms and toss her onto the bed. She's laughing, an erotic sound...high and sweet. Her arms are out for me to come to her. I don't get on the bed, only grab her ankles and drag her towards me. "Hands behind your head." She obeys.

With my hands still around her ankles, I pull her legs up. She tries to bend them. "No...Keep them straight." She obeys.

I put her calves on my chest, her pussy tilted up towards me, fully exposed. She's smiling up at me. "I'm not a circus act, ya know...don't bend into a pretzel..."

I slap her right tit. Not too hard, but enough to send a shock to her face. "You'll do exactly as I tell you, little girl. Won't you?"

"Yes, Sir." I can hear the lust in her voice, the pleading that I take her right now. I smile at her again. Her face doesn't change...still longing and fear.

I push on her legs; see the muscles stretch and tense. I pinch her nipple, the look gets more longing. I move my hand down her stomach, put my thumb into her wet pussy, my fingers press down on her clit. Her moan is long and hard, her eyes close. Her mouth opens, lips wet. Lucy is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

I take my thumb out of her pussy, her moan whines. I move my hand down and her eyes pop open. Her legs tense against me more. "Relax, Lucy. You're not going anywhere," I grin. She knows this is true. If she tried to move, I would be very upset...

My thumb plays with her ass opening, while her eyes plead non-stop, head shaking slightly, but she's no longer pushing against me. "
All
of you belongs to me, little girl." She only nods, still frightened. "Say it."

"A...All...of me belongs to you, Max."

I put just the tip of my thumb inside her ass. Her eyes squeeze shut. So tight. I push a little further into her. Her eyes remain closed, a low moan, more of a plea escapes her lips. Her head shakes more. But her ass and legs stay still. Pulling my thumb out, I grab both her ankles again and brace her legs against me hard. Her eyes pop open. The look of fear is amplified. I wait a little longer, not wanting to let the look go, before thrusting into her pussy hard.

She screams out. With her legs up this way, I have complete control of how deep I can get into her. I'm lifting her off the bed slightly by her legs, pinning her against me. I wait. She knows what I want. Finally, she squeezes me and I pull out slowly, push in slowly. Her moans stretch and her head tilts back into her hands. I continue slowly, my own head back, moaning with how deep I can get, her pussy trying to push back, but taking all of me, forced to take all of me.

Leaning into her legs more, pushing into her harder, I keep her on the bed's edge. I thrust hard, several more times, lost in how smooth her legs are against my chest, how wet her pussy is against me, how her moans match mine. I cum when I feel the last of her spasms against my cock.

She opens her eyes and smiles at me. Slowly lowering her legs, I help her stand up. "My legs are rubber now!" She's laughing though.

"You'll have to start jogging with me...I'll get you in prime shape." I slap her ass. "Start us a bath." Lucy immediately walks off to the bathroom. "...There's salt in a jar somewhere in there." I call after her.

Chapter 5 HER

We’re stuck in traffic, a delivery truck ahead jamming up the streets. I’m going to be late to work.

“Keep your phone on you. When I call, I expect you to answer. When I text, I expect an immediate reply. Understood?” I nod slightly at Max, squinting my eyes. I’m trying to think how this will work at work. I have a busy day scheduled with interviews, staff meetings, and now, a new program from Cruela, cross training with the accounting recruitment team. I’m just not going to be able to answer my phone.

Max spanks the side of my thigh with a stinging slap. I cry out and look at Jeff in the rearview mirror, who is just turning his eyes quickly back towards the street. I try to put my hand over the spot, but Max grabs it, twisting my wrist. “You are very close to not being able to get out of this car, Lucy.” He twists harder before letting go.

I don’t try to rub my wrist or thigh again. It’s one of his rules.  I will have to recite these tonight for him, naked, with the belt waiting next to him. “I’m sorry! I meant, yes, Sir.” I know the higher and softer I make my voice the happier he is with me.

It doesn’t work this time. “Is the new rule too difficult for you to manage?”

I’m in dangerous water here. “No, Sir…I just…I…I…will…be at work…and…” I can’t finish. His face goes so dark, that I’m sure he’s going to slap me. I try to melt away from him, without moving. He only stares at me…for a long time. His look doesn’t change.

“I’m not an unreasonable man, Lucy,” he takes a deep breath, finally softening his face. “I expect you to be able to text immediately. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir!” I am quick to agree to this even though I’m not sure if it’s true.

“And
if
you are unable to answer my call, due to your busy job,” he says this sarcastically, “then I expect an immediate text in response to my call. With the
exact
time that you will be calling me back. Is that clear?”

I again answer quickly, unsure of how I will make any of that work, “Yes, Sir!”

When Jeff holds the door for me, I can’t make eye contact with him. I only mumble, “Thank you,” and rush by him into my building.

.....

On my floor, I head into the bathroom before anyone can see me and duck into a stall. I’m feeling a little calmer since I came up with a plan in the elevator. With my hands shaking a little, I make a text template for Max, so I can quickly send this if I can’t pick up one of his calls. ‘I’m Sorry, Sir! I will call you back in minutes. Love L.’ I can fill in the minutes based on however long it will be before I can get away with calling him. I make a few more templates in the hopes that they might work generally for responding quickly to his texts.

I take a deep breath and put my phone away, but quickly grab it again. Shit. Where am I going to keep this on me today?! I can’t just leave it on display. Cruela has her own rules. I’ll deal with that problem when I get to my desk.

Before leaving the stall, I look at my leg. Max left a perfect pink handprint, fading already. I still can’t get over my twin reactions...ashamed and wet.

…..

I left a plain black jacket in the office a while ago. It goes ok with the black skirt and multi-colored shirt I’m wearing. And although it’s heavy, I can keep my phone hidden and easily available in the pocket. I’ll just be sweating all day.  I’ll have to bring something lighter for tomorrow.

I’m just firing up my computer when I get his first text. “I didn’t tell you how beautiful you are today.” We carry on a two minute text chat while I start working.  I’m smiling through my morning, proud of myself.  I text fast, even using just my thumb, so I’m able to pull it off, even in interviews.

He calls just as we’re heading into the elevator for lunch. I answer right away. He sounds very pleased with me now.

Chapter 6 HIM

“Did you have a nice time?” Lucy is still dancing, calling it a waltz, but I’m pretty sure it’s just a lot of swaying and twirling. Her gauzy light blue dress touches the ground as she circles around.

“Yes…yes, I did!” She dances over to me again and I capture her in my arms. We kiss and it’s very romantic like in the movies, under the stars, a fountain close by, no one else around.

She is laughing. “We are going to make a very corny old couple!” I smile hearing her talk about our future together.

We’re walking through the park, towards where Jeff is waiting for us on the street. Symphony music can still be heard, but just barely. The lights from the tents making the night around us seem darker. LPE sponsors this event every year, a symphony promo for next season, along with a highlight of local chefs.

We’re almost to the street, when a hooded guy jumps out of a shadow. Lucy gasps and almost falls over her own feet, my arm keeping her standing. The guy is armed. “Give me your wallet…and jewelry. Hurry up!”

I move to stand in front of Lucy, blocking his view of her entirely. “Give me your watch, baby.” Lucy is hyperventilating behind me, trying to get her watch off. “Calm down, baby.” Keeping my eye on the guy, I say this in a controlled, deep voice to Lucy…the one she always responds to, “Give me your watch.” I can hear her breath catch, but she hands me her watch with both hands shaking. I keep myself squarely in front of her.

I take mine off, too, and take out my wallet, slowly, one-handed. “Here.” I hold it out to him.

I see Jeff running towards us. The guy hears his footfalls on the pavement and moves his gun away from us for a second to look over his shoulder. I move a step towards him, but he turns quickly and grabs the wallet and watches out of my hand before running the other way, into darkness.

I’m holding Lucy against my chest by the time Jeff gets to us, a gun in his hand. It’s not legal, but it’s one of the reasons he’s been my driver for the past four years. He used to be a beat cop until a misfire from a young gang member sent him into early retirement. “You all right?!” He’s aiming his gun towards the direction the guy ran.

“We’re all right. Let’s get out of here.” We both know there isn’t much point in a police report; a random robbery in the park wouldn’t count for much.

Lucy is crying and shaking. I pick her up and carry her to the car. She clutches herself to me.

.....

She is tucked into herself, knees up on the sofa, long t-shirt pulled over her knees, arms wrapped around herself. This is an improvement. She’s been on her side, crying for the last half hour. I make her take a glass from me. She only stares at it. “Drink it, baby.” 

She takes a small sip, then a bigger gulp, holding it in her mouth with her eyes closed before swallowing slowly. She lowers her head onto her knees and laughs once, her throat sounding raw from tears, “I thought you said Bourbon wasn’t a girl’s drink.”

I smile. She’s been wrapped up in her own arms or mine for the past hour. She’s coming out of it finally if she can make a joke. “It’s not, but this is a special circumstance…it’s just what the doctor ordered to calm you.” I rub her hair and take a big drink of my own glass. I’m not shaken like Lucy, I’m pissed off.

With her head still down, her voice muffled in the shirt and knee, “You protected me.” She starts to shake more.

I can’t have her losing it again. Her hiccupping and crying only just calmed down. Using a voice I know she’ll respond to, “Take another drink, Lucy.” She looks up instantly. Even in her fear in the park, she listened to me. She takes another sip. “Good girl.”

I take the glass from her, sit next to her, and pull her into my arms. She crawls in with the shirt still covering her knees.

“I’ll always protect you, baby.” I rock her and rub her hair more, “I’ll always take care of you.” She’s calm again.

She looks up at me. “Thank you…I didn’t say thank you for…” her eyes tear up, but she doesn’t stop, “…for protecting me like that.”

I smile at her, “That’s my job.” I kiss her forehead. She actually stretches her legs out, putting her head back in my arms more. “And I love my job!” I get a smile out of her for this.

“And what’s my job…to cower behind you?” She looks down at her fingers.

“No…your job is to listen to me.” I know that she’s not thinking beyond the robbery tonight. But I am. “To do nothing else but think about what makes me happy.”

She looks into my eyes. She gets that I’m talking about more than tonight. I’m not sure she’s steady enough for this conversation, but I’d planned to say these things to her tonight, about her role going forward.

“I want to explain something to you. Are you up to talking?” She nods her head, her chin down. I give her a look that has her replying correctly though. Good, she is thinking more clearly again.

“Lucy, do you remember when you and I talked about your work, what you do, for what company, all that?” She gives me a blank stare, blinking. “We haven’t, right?” She nods. “And that’s because I don’t care about what you do right now for a job.”

Her face runs through her emotions…blank stare, frown, anger, frown, blank stare. Her expressiveness is just one of the things I love about her. “You don’t
care
about what I do?”

I smile and rub her hair more, “I care very much about what you
do
, every minute of every day.” She half smiles, but the frown is still in place. “I just don’t care about the specifics of your job.”

She starts to nod, but only frowns more, “Why not? …I mean, if you care so much about me, why don’t you care to hear about my day, what stresses I’m under at work, my successes?” She’s heading in the wrong direction.

“Watch your tone, little girl.” She melts more into my chest and gives a small apology. “I don’t care about any of that, because I no longer want
you
to care about any of that.” I wait for this to run through her expressions until she stops at the blank stare again. “Your job…your
real
job…is to take care of me, us. It’s exactly what I already said…to worry only about what will make me happy.”

She swallows hard. Her expression says that she has something she wants to say or ask, but is afraid to anger me. I smile. She has come so far in such a short time. “Go on…you can speak freely right now. “ She starts to open her mouth. “Just watch your tone.”

She nods once with a small frown. “I…I’m not sure if I understand what you want. I can’t…I mean…my job takes up a lot of my time, my effort. …I have to…to give a lot of effort towards being good at it right now…to get the next better job, if my boss doesn’t step in my way.” I let her continue; get it out of her system really. Her fidgeting increases. “I can’t…I don’t know if I can stop caring about that…”

“I know what you think…like most girls do…that you have to work hard at a career, get ahead, be just as ambitious as a man.” She raises an eyebrow to this, but stays quiet. “I don’t want a girl who wants to be a man’s equal. I want a girl who understands her place.” Both eyebrows go up. I wait for her to respond.

It’s only a question though, “And what is that…her place?”

“
Your
place,” I look down her body, “is right here, exactly where you belong. In my home.” Blank blinking stare. “You only have one boss…me. And the next better job is being my wife.”

She swallows hard, blinks a lot. “Are you proposing to me?”

I laugh slightly, “No…not yet anyway.” She relaxes a little. “This would
not
be how I would propose, Lucy.”

She laughs too, “Good. Cuz this would suck as a story to have to tell my Mom!” 

“I want you to understand, though, what I expect going forward.” Her back tightens against me, her face more anxious. “I expect you to put me before anything else, anyone else. This includes your job, your friends, even your family.” She takes this in and remains still. “If there’s a choice between making me happy and doing anything else, I expect you to choose me.”

“I…I’ll try…”

“No. That’s not a good enough answer, Lucy.” More shrinking away from my anger. Taking a deep breath, I try a different angle to help her understand, “I am giving you
permission
to continue working…for now…but that won’t be forever.”

Her shocked look takes longer to melt into a frown. I wait until her expression is steady before continuing, “So you no longer need to care as much about your job. You need to care more about your
real
job.”

With her expression still frowning, skeptical, “What if…what if by not caring about my job, though…I lose it?”

I smile. She’s finally coming around to an understanding. “I already told you. I will always take care of you. You belong to me, Lucy. You
are
mine. And I want you dependent on me.”

Another shocked look, lasting only for a few blinks though. “O…K…”

“I’m going to need more than that, Lucy…I need you to acknowledge that we have a new understanding going forward.” I keep my voice deep; speaking to her slowly, as a child…she always responds best to this.

“…Yes, Sir…” She is still hesitant, but answers in a clear voice.

“Good girl!” I kiss her and the urgency of her kiss back is enough for me to want to stop talking. “Get ready for bed.” She knows this mean undressing and waiting by the bed with the belt to recite for me. She was actually a very good girl today, but I know she had a few minor slips.