“Sorry,” she whispered again.
“And there can’t be discipline without control… so fuck’n restrain yourself.”
He swore. It was another shock. Clarissa felt herself on the verge of tears. She had underestimated the seriousness of Edge’s commitment to her training. She had expected that any orders he gave her would be little more than a prelude to sex. Now she had to readjust her expectations. The man meant business – and she had pledged to obey.
“I apologize… Master, Please forgive me. I was overcome by arousal when you caressed me.”
She had called him Master. Edge was only slightly mollified by the honorific; not enough to calm his temper. “You are property. Put yourself in that mindset. I’m not touching you to arouse you. I’m touching you because I own you, and I can do what I want with your body. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Master,” Clarissa swallowed down her nerves. “I do now.”
Edge tempered the anger in his voice and made his tone reasonable. “I don’t care about your arousal, Clarissa. That’s not what I’m training you to respond to. I’m training you to obey and to respond to orders… and to do so without thinking, without hesitating. By touching you I am demonstrating your vulnerabilities – the things you must train yourself to ignore. Touch is a weakness for most submissive women; they respond too readily. I don’t want that, and nor will any Master. You have to discipline yourself to become immune to your own body’s sensations and to focus your mind on how you can best satisfy your Master. Your own pleasure will come… but it will arrive to you in unexpected ways – once you can get past your instinctive physical and emotional reactions.”
It was too much explanation for Clarissa to absorb and understand. Edge knew that – but he also knew that with every fresh submissive, his authority must be exerted immediately, no matter how deliciously tempting the girl’s physical appeal. And this one – this young woman – was immensely appealing to him for reasons he wasn’t yet willing to explore. He didn’t doubt that part of her attraction was the ‘forbidden’ desire he had always had for Anna Wilkinson. But the rest of his attraction was pure animal instinct and raw lust. She was stunning and eager.
That made her irresistible… when the time was right.
Clarissa sensed Edge coming back towards her, circling her slowly and she vowed not to repeat her previous indiscretion. She stood perfectly still and worked to regulate her breathing. She was struggling with the tinderbox of her emotions; so many conflicting feelings that she knew could combust with a single spark. Another harsh word and she might cry. Another sensual touch and she might orgasm. Another wrong move and she might be punished…
“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” Edge demanded abruptly.
It never occurred to Clarissa to lie. “Earlier today,” she confessed.
“Did you finger yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Is that how you usually make yourself cum?”
“Most of the time,” her embarrassment caught up with her at last, and her voice became bashful.
“But not all the time?”
“No.”
“What else do you do to make yourself cum?”
Edge kept circling her, drifting in and out of the shadows. The sound of his limping steps on the hard wood floor became a lulling kind of rhythm.
“Sometimes… sometimes I use a dildo.” The admission made her cheeks scald hot with fresh color.
“Why?”
“I… I like the penetration,” Clarissa felt her humiliation complete. “I use a dildo and rub my clit.”
“What do you fantasize about?”
“Being fucked, Master.”
“By someone in particular?”
“No.”
“By a stranger?”
“Sometimes. And… and sometimes by groups of strangers.”
“That turns you on? To be fucked by groups of men who are unknown to you?”
Clarissa shuddered, appalled by the blatant confession of her own private perversion. She wished now that she had lied, but it was too late to take back what she had admitted. She felt wicked and depraved, but she nodded her head at last. “Yes. More than anything else.”
She heard Edge hiss a small intake of breath, and Clarissa cringed with dread at what the man must think of her now that he knew her most decadent fantasies. She hung her head and her hair fell over her face like a veil.
Edge thrust a hand out and captured one of her nipples between his fingers. Clarissa hadn’t seen the moment coming. She flinched involuntarily, then snapped herself back to rigid attention.
Edge had stopped in front of her. He was close, and standing over her. Clarissa stared straight ahead at the broad of his chest.
He was tugging at her nipple, gently but relentlessly drawing on the tender aroused flesh to simulate a suckling motion. Sparks of some deep feminine instinct were aroused that Clarissa struggled to understand. It was a new, muted sensation that was dully sexual. She opened her mouth and heard herself gasp.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied dutifully.
Edge released the nipple from the clamp of his fingers and reached down to cup her pussy in the palm of his hand. Her warm wetness was a pleasant surprise to him.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, Master.” Clarissa had tried valiantly to keep her response veiled by a monotonous tone, but her voice betrayed her. This time her answer was throatier, huskier.
Edge smiled with cunning understanding. “Do you want to cum right now?”
“Yes, Master… if it pleases you,” she added the final words to temper her own desire.
Edge grunted. “You’ll have to earn it.”
Clarissa had no idea how until she heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. The small noise was loud in the silence.
“Get on your knees,” Edge’s voice became suddenly thicker.
Clarissa dropped obediently to her knees and opened her mouth. Her mind was racing faster even than her heart. She wondered if she could get Edge so aroused that he would shed his disciplined control and want to fuck her.
But what if he did? The burner phone Congressman Jansing had given her was in her handbag in the hallway. There was no way she could capture the evidence she needed. Again, turmoil overwhelmed her. Anticipation, desire, panic… the witch’s brew of her emotions became a debilitating spell.
She felt something hard and hot brush against her cheek, and her mind became silent. Primal instinct took over.
Clarissa turned her head and took Edge’s cock between her lips. She held it there, captured in her mouth and resting heavy on her tongue. The thickness of him surprised and daunted her.