“I’d suggest you sit down, but somehow I don’t think you want to,” he looked up at me from his computer screen with an unsuppressed smirk.
“No,” I whispered.
“Go home, stick your fiery arse in an ice bath, use arnica cream every few hours and take two paracetamols.”
“Yes, sir,” I could barely utter words.
“I’ve arranged someone to drive you home. You can wriggle on the back seat of the car, save you the embarrassment of trying to use public transport.” Jason leant back in his chair, hands resting on the back of this head. He looked me up and down.
“God, you’re a sight.”
He got up, walked round to my side of the desk and perching on the edge. He took my hands in his and rubbed his thumb along on my knuckles. A tear trickled down my cheek.
“What?” he snapped impatiently at me.
“Tomorrow evening...” I trailed off.
“Martinson will pick you up at seven, as usual,” he smiled as he watched me dissolve into uncontrollable sobs. He pulled me towards him and held me against his shoulder.
“Gem, what’s wrong? Did I really hurt you bad? You didn’t safe-word me. I’m right?” He genuinely looked concerned.
“No, I thought you wouldn’t want me this weekend.”
I wiped my back of hand against my nose like an unruly child. He reached into a pocket then remembered I had his handkerchief already. I fished it out of my sleeve.
“Silly girl. Why wouldn’t I. Punishment over, I’m satisfied, we’re moving on. OK?” he tipped my chin up and looked in my eyes. He sensed my continuing anxieties. “What?”
“I was afraid, at first, of your anger. Men have such quick tempers. I can cope if I know you can control it.” I looked directly into his eyes. His self-control was important to me, to our mutual trust.
“I see,” Jason placed his hands on my waist, squeezing me slightly. “Gemma, while I’ve been a dominant, I have never knowingly physically hurt any of my subs beyond what they can tolerate. I can control myself when I punish, trust me. I will stay within the parameters of your limits and your marks will only ever be temporary. Emotional pain. Well that’s not so easy to deny or judge. People are very different in their limits. My verbal lashings are notorious, even in the work place. As long as we keep communicating, that is what is important.”
The relief flooded through me and he grasped my face and plante
d a kiss on my lips. I parted my lips, let his tongue in and for a few minutes we were lost like this. Suddenly he pulled back.
“Come on, Martinson is waiting in the basement car park. Save you the embarrassment of staggering out past security in the foyer. See I can be a kind dom,” he smiled, melting my worries away.
“See you tomorrow, Jason.”
I felt much better. I walked carefully to the door and unlocked it. My backside was still flaming and I was now very desperate to follow his advice and soothe it in some way. I looked back as I opened the door and he was still perched on the desk watching me with those intense blue eyes.
He smiled a warming desirous smile. “Tomorrow, Gem, looking forward to it. I’ll ring you and check you’re looking after yourself.”
I was very glad I was in a private car. Lying on my side on the back seat, clutching my handbag, I tried to make sense of what just happened. However, I was too tired to think rationally. Jason was incredibly cross with me - he had spanked me, fucked me and then went all nice on me. He knew how to reassure my frail nerves.
What the hell had I got myself into?
The spanking hurt as he intended it to, but he was in total control, he sensed when I had had enough and then eased up when he was fucking me too hard. I did not have to safe-word, he could read my thoughts through my body. I was desperate not to let down him and the relief at not safe-wording was pervasive. I began to appreciate that I have found a very special master. I did not want to lose Jason. Would he keep me and make it a permanent relationship? I had a strange stirring in my heart. My emotions were mixed and confused.
Was I falling in love with Jason Lucas?
***
Friday evening came by quickly. The previous evening I had sat cautiously in cold bath water with ice cubes added for extra affect. I had applied cream very liberally to my very red bottom. From what I could see in the mirror, small parts of it were definitely going to go black and blue. I had winced. I had been spanked before and harshly too. Jason had patently done it many times before too, his expertise was apparent to me. Spanking was pretty much a routine part of many of those in a Dominant / submissive relationship, I knew I needed to get back into the swing of it. I slept quite well considering, the paracetamol had helped.
Jason had rung before I left for work in the morning, a brief business like call as he had asked me if I had been applying the cream and sitting in my icy bath. I had reassured him that I was recovering from my punishment.
“Good, wouldn’t want you to be off work,” he had teased me as he put the phone down.