Educating Nicholas
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Sophie's cell phone rang just as she stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel
around her, she lunged for the phone, which was resting on the bathroom vanity,
cursing softly when she almost slipped on the bathroom tiles.
"Hello?" she answered breathlessly, flicking strands of dark wet hair out of her
eyes.
"Will you be ready on time?" demanded Lisa, without so much as a greeting.
Sophie rolled her eyes. "I said I'd go, and I'll be ready. Okay?" Then her voice
softened. "I'm sorry I snapped."
"Don't worry about it," Lisa responded breezily. Nothing much phased her. "I'll
pick you up at 8, 'k?"
"Yep, I'll wait outside." Cancelling the call, Sophie looked at herself in the
bathroom mirror as she towel dried her hair. Large, solemn gray eyes fringed
with long, black lashes stared back from a finely featured, heart shaped face. A
snub nose with a smattering of freckles that Sophie always tried, but failed, to
hide with concealer. A soft generous mouth, and smooth, clear skin. As she
blow-dried her hair so it fell like a glossy curtain over her shoulders, then
applied her makeup, Sophie thought about cancelling but realised Lisa would have
none of it. "I'll have to go," she sighed.
Sophie had been hiding like a small, wounded animal for what seemed like a
lifetime. Released by her Dominant several months earlier, Sophie had retreated
into herself, had withdrawn from the world. Lost, helpless and dreadfully alone
without His love and control, she lurched from day to day in a black haze of
despair. Her existence was an endless, depressing cycle of tears, sleep, tears,
work, tears, sleep and so on. She'd resisted all overtures and invitations from
friends to socialise; she wanted no part of it. They knew she'd split with her
boyfriend but, of course, had no idea He was her Dominant; none of her friends
knew of her submissiveness. Now, though, encouraged by Lisa, she was venturing
forth, timidly stepping out for the first time in ages. I can always come home,
she reasoned, if it gets too much.
The party was jumping by the time Sophie and Lisa arrived. Sophie lingered shyly
behind Lisa as the door swung open and they ploughed into the seething mass of
people crammed into the little apartment, music blaring. Lisa vanished almost
immediately to chat and flirt with anyone and everyone; typical, Sophie thought
wryly as she sipped a cup of warm punch and lurked self-consciously in a dim
corner while the party went on around her. Gulping down her first drink, she
poured another as the alcohol seeped into her bloodstream, taking the edge off
her nervousness.
"Sophie? Is that you? I haven't seen you for ages!"
Turning, Sophie recognised a guy she'd met once or twice, usually at the pub or
at parties like this. A political journalist, he worked in her field, though not
for the same company.
"Hi, Nicholas," she smiled, grateful to see a familiar face. "It has been a
while," she added, looking up at him. He was tall and lean with strawberry blond
hair and hazel eyes, younger than she, but he had a quiet maturity. Sophie
remembered that she'd always thought him nice, if a little reserved. He said
something, but Sophie couldn't hear him over the noise of the crowd and the
music. She cupped her hand behind her ear and looked at him quizzically, then
nodded as he motioned for her to follow him.
"That's better," he sighed as they walked out onto the balcony off the main
bedroom and slid the glass door closed behind them. "I hate all that noise, all
the smoke. So, how've you been?" Much to her surprise, Sophie found herself
relaxing as she chatted with him and the time slipped away as they shared a
bottle of wine he'd produced seemingly out of thin air. Nicholas was intelligent
and engaging, even if he did seem a little unsure of himself at times.
"There you are! We've been looking for you everywhere!" Lisa crowed, lurching
drunkenly onto the balcony. "The party's getting boring, we're going to the pub,
wanna come?" She fixed her eyes blearily on Nicholas. "You can come, too, if you
want," she smiled, batting her lashes.
Sophie giggled. Lisa was incorrigible. "No thanks, but you guys go and have a
good time," she answered, realising it was very late and she, too, was a little
drunk. "It's time for me to go, I'm tired," she smiled.
"No worries, see you later," slurred Lisa, and stumbled back into the apartment.
"You're really going home?" asked Nicholas, a note of disappointment in his
voice.
"I think so," replied Sophie. "It's late and I haven't had this much to drink in
ages."
"Okay, I'm leaving too, I'll walk with you to the taxi rank."
They left the party in companionable silence, picking their way around noisy,
high-spirited revellers. As they walked along the footpath towards the waiting
line of taxis, Sophie stumbled and fell against Nicholas, who caught and
steadied her. "Thanks," she said, suddenly shy and a little embarrassed.
"My pleasure," murmured Nicholas, his arms still around her, his eyes locked on
hers. Sophie's heart was beating so loudly she was sure Nicholas could hear it.
As if in a daze, she saw Nicholas' mouth lower to hers and she knew he was going
to kiss her. Then his lips claimed hers and after a brief moment of hesitation,
Sophie was kissing him back, falling into him as their lips met, wrapping them
in a blanket of urgency. "Come home with me?" Nicholas asked roughly and Sophie
found herself nodding.
Racing towards Nicholas' place in the back of the taxi, his thigh pressed
against hers and her hand caught tightly in his, Sophie wondered for a brief
moment what the fuck she was doing. After recognising her submissiveness, she
swore she'd never have another vanilla relationship again; it was a recipe for
disaster. Sophie knew she had needs that just couldn't be met in a non D/s
relationship. But it had been so long since she'd felt the warmth of the touch
of another person, and the wine had lowered her resistance. Sighing as Nicholas
nuzzled her neck, Sophie decided to go with the flow. I don't care, she thought
defiantly. I'll deal with the consequences in the morning.
Shrugging their clothes off in a desperate rush of lust, they tumbled into
Nicholas' bed, their limbs entwined in blinding, frantic passion. Sophie was
hungry for human contact, so very hungry, and she accepted Nicholas' soft kisses
and tender touches with needy greed. But it wasn't enough, she craved more, she
craved Dominance.
Teasing him shamelessly, but refusing to let him fuck her, Sophie baited
Nicholas again and again as she tried to provoke him into losing his temper. She
wasn't sure why - she wasn't sure if she was testing him to see if he would lose
control, or whether she was hoping he'd finally tire of her games and go ahead
and fuck her anyway or, alternatively, kick her out. In the end, he did neither.
Despite all her efforts, he kept his cool and followed her lead. Though they
were both naked, their hands and lips everywhere, their bodies twisted hotly
around each other's, Nicholas didn't attempt to go any further than Sophie would
let him.
"Spank me," she begged at last, her mind a drunken whirl. "Please, please spank
me!"
With one swift move, Nicholas flipped Sophie onto her stomach, her ass high in
the air. Hesitantly at first, but becoming increasingly confident as Sophie's
moans encouraged him, Nicholas spanked Sophie while she writhed beneath him.
"Harder," she begged, "please, spank me harder!" Laughing wildly, Nicholas
obliged, his large hand heating her ass with his blows. As he spanked her,
Sophie felt herself drop into subspace; one of the last coherent thoughts she
had was one of amazement that she could actually drop under the hand of someone
who wasn't her Dominant. Sophie begged shamelessly to be spanked, over and over
again.
"I'm a slut!" she moaned, heady from both the wine and the spanking. Nicholas
turned Sophie over onto her back and cradled her in his arms.
"Yes," he agreed, nipping gently at her neck. "You're a slut. But, you're my
slut."
"Are you one of me?" Sophie asked sleepily, surprised by his response.
"What do you mean?" Nicholas replied quietly, his large hands fondling the
softness of her full breasts. Sophie groaned in pleasure as his touch became
rougher, his fingers sinking further into her delicate flesh. Sophie knew she'd
be bruised in the morning.
"Doesn't matter," she said. "But you're good at spanking," she added drowsily.
You've obviously had practice."
"You're the first," confessed Nicholas, spooning her into him.
Sophie's mind was in a whirl; she was too tired to talk or to ponder the reasons
why Nicholas had taken to spanking like a duck to water. "I think you're one of
me," she murmured, just before sleep wandered in.
The following morning, Sophie crept stealthily from Nicholas' bed while he still
slept. Reaching home, she slunk up the stairs and into her bathroom. She was
dying to brush her teeth and shower. Stripping, she caught sight of her
reflection in the mirror. Her ass was still red from the spanking and she had a
small carpet burn on her knee from when they'd fallen off the bed. Rubbing her
bottom thoughtfully, she flushed at the recollection. She remembered how she'd
shamelessly begged Nicholas to spank her and how he'd skillfully obliged,
raining blow after blow on her hungry ass. She remembered how she'd teased him,
how she'd baited him, and how, despite all she'd done, he'd kept his
self-control. Interesting, Sophie mused, tracing the livid marks visible on her
decolletage and breasts with a careful finger. Very, very interesting.
