Educating Nicholas - soleil (c)
Part 3
"So, you've read the link I gave you?" asked Sophie, twirling her hair around
her finger as she chatted with Nicholas on the phone.
"Yeah, I read it last night," he confirmed.
"What do you think?" asked Sophie, a little hesitantly. She was still cautious
about revealing so much of her submissive side to somebody new. She wasn't
ashamed of her sexuality, not any more, but she was acutely aware that what she
thought was great sex wasn't necessarily everybody else's idea of great sex.
"It blew my mind," replied Nicholas. "You really like that? You'd let me do it?"
"I trust you," said Sophie simply. "Trust is the cornerstone of every D/s
relationship. You can have a D/s relationship without love but you can't have
one without trust. No way, no how. Of course, when you combine the two, the
connection is awesome," she added.
"You had that, didn't you? In your previous relationship, I mean."
Sophie was silent for a few moments. "Yep," she answered at last. Before I
fucked it up, she thought silently. It still hurt to think about it, though
playing with Nicholas was helping her to heal. He was giving her something to
focus on, something else besides her awful loneliness.
"Soph..."
Sophie could sense Nicholas was about to go somewhere she had no intention of
going, and she was having none of it. "I'll be over around 8pm, is it still
okay?" she cut in.
Nicholas knew a brush-off when he heard one. "8pm is fine," he agreed.
"Before you go, what do you want me to wear?"
Nic was still coming to terms with the fact Sophie would wear anything he told
her to wear when they saw each other. Though he definitely had Dominant
tendencies, years of polite-society conditioning had taken its toll. He thought
for a moment. "That pair of crotchless pantyhose," he decided. "Short skirt, I
don't care which, you choose. Heels, slutty stiletto heels, and something tight
with a plunging neckline. Wear your hair down, too."
"Got it," said Sophie.
"Oh, and Sophie?"
"Yes?"
"Bring that flogger, bitch," Nicholas said softly before hanging up.
Taken aback by his words, Sophie stared at the receiver for a few seconds, then
smiled. He really was coming along quite well. They'd had a bit of a chat about
the power of implied suggestion and anticipation just the other day, and
obviously he'd taken her comments on board. It's amazing what a few choice words
can do, she thought, walking into the bathroom to shower. She could feel the
telltale wetness between her thighs already.
Sophie shrugged off her clothes and slipped under the shower. The hot water
rushing over her body felt good. She stretched her arms luxuriously as the water
slid over her, caressing her, cleansing her. Sophie let her mind drift as steam
clouded the frosted glass of the shower cubicle, enveloping her in a warm, wet,
hazy cocoon. Soaping her breasts with rich, thick shower gel, Sophie's fingers
tweaked her swollen, hard nipples almost shyly, then she moaned quietly as
flames of sly urgency licked slowly over her skin.
"Sir," she breathed involuntarily as her circular caresses became swifter, her
fingers sinking into her soft, wet flesh. Closing her eyes tightly, Sophie's
mind took her back in time, back to a time when her world made sense, back to a
time when one glance, one word had the power to control her every move. Her hand
slipped down between her legs now, a desperate finger searching between her
thighs, probing, seeking, finding the sensitive nub nestled between her moist,
pink lips. "Sir!" she moaned again, one hand clutching at her breast and the
other between her legs as the water rained down on her as she pleasured herself,
lost in the moment, lost in a dream.
"Oh, Sir, may I come, Sir?" groaned Sophie wildly, the face she loved clear
before her in her mind's eye. "Please, Sir, please may I come?" she begged
uselessly as the familiar feelings of sweet release built inside her with a
relentless pace. Her breath was raw and ragged as her finger glided over her
clit, moving with increasing urgency as rivulets of water streamed from her
body, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pictured herself naked and
kneeling before Him, begging Him for relief. Sophie gasped as His face swam
before her, sharp against the rising steam. "Please, Sir," she groaned as her
orgasm swept through her, her legs trembling as waves of pleasure engulfed her.
She reached out a hand to steady herself as the tremors subsided, her fingers
dragging streaks of moisture down the glass. Cold, harsh tears mixed with the
hot, rushing water, washing her misery down the drain with a hissing, mocking
swirl. Her face raw with grief, Sophie pushed her streaming hair from her eyes.
"Oh, Sir." A whispered, plaintive cry, lost in the rising steam.
Much, much later, Sophie was spread-eagled face down across Nic's dining table,
her slutty short skirt pushed up around her waist, the pale globes of her ass
exposed through crotchless pantyhose. Her arms were spread so that each
rope-bound wrist was tied to a table leg. Her legs were similarly spread, and
her ankles bound and tied. Sophie felt a momentary flash of panic as she heard
Nic slap the heavy flogger's suede strips against the palm of his hand. She
couldn't see him, but she sensed him behind her, ready to strike.
Was he ready for this? Sophie hoped he was. She'd given him the links, they'd
talked about it and he'd spanked her on a number of occasions. But flogging? It
would be his first time, and although there wasn't too much damage that could be
done with the type of flogger she'd given him, Sophie was well aware of the
pitfalls of blood lust. Dom/mes sometimes fell prey to it, fell prey to the
overwhelming sense of power resulting from the transfer of energy between them
and their sub. It was heady and intoxicating, and it had the ability to take
control the controller if not held in check.
"Fifteen, Sophie," said Nicholas, no hint of nervousness in his voice. "Fifteen,
and I want you to count them." His tone was low and smooth and Sophie was
reassured.
Upon his strike, her fists clenched and her hands pulled against her bonds as
the flogger cracked down on her ass. It didn't hurt, far from it, but Sophie
groaned as she counted the first blow, and steeled herself for the next. The
next slap was firmer, the suede strips stinging her ass through the sheer nylon.
"Two," she moaned, then "three!" as the blows fell in quick succession. Nicholas
picked up his pace, each stroke surer and more confident than the next, Sophie's
groans as she counted them off spurring him on.
Although she was enjoying it, Sophie's levels of frustration rose as she
silently willed Nicholas to flog her with greater force. "Harder!" she pleaded
at last, her senses craving the heavy thud of the flogger. "Do it harder!"
Nicholas obliged, grunting as he struck her with more force, the flogger
criss-crossing her ass and back as telltale red welts reared on her pale skin.
All notions of counting forgotten, Sophie demanded he strike her again and
again, harder and harder, as the flogger thudded down - five, ten, fifteen times
- engulfing them both in a heady swirl. "Punish me," she groaned as the strips
of leather lashed her skin, stinging as they licked her flesh. "Punish me, Nic,
make me pay." She thrashed against her bonds as heat raced through her, her
senses afire in a wash of sensation.
Nicholas threw the flogger down, his breathing hot and heavy as he undid his
pants. He released his hard, swollen cock from his shorts. Looming over Sophie,
he stroked himself firmly as he eyed his bound captive, helpless before him. He
studied the scarlet welts on her back and ass, triumphant with the knowledge
he'd put them there. "Do you want me to come on you, bitch?" he grunted as his
balls tightened. "Do you? Do you want me to come over you like the nasty little
bitch that you are?"
Sophie nodded deliriously as she writhed on the table, her wrists and ankles
chafing against the ropes. "Please use me," she begged. "Please come over me!"
Nicholas' movements became more frantic, then he groaned as he spurted over
Sophie's ass, coating her welts in a gush of sticky semen. "Thank you,"
whispered Sophie as Nicholas leant over her, drained and exhausted.
"You alright?" Nicholas asked softly as they lay together afterwards in his bed,
the lights soft and dim.
"Just fine," Sophie replied briefly, her fingers entwined with his.
"Was it okay?" Nicholas asked after a moment's silence.
Sophie rolled onto her stomach and propped her head up with one hand under her
chin. "It was good," she said quietly as Nicholas brushed a strand of hair from
her eyes. "I haven't been flogged for ages," she added, a far-away look in her
eyes.
"You didn't mind about the..."
Sophie giggled. "Absolutely not, Nic," she grinned. "I'm a humiliation slut,
among other things. I love being used. It's okay, really it is," she reassured
him softly, sensing his unease.
"Maybe I'm not cut out for this, it seems different in the books?"
"You don't enjoy it? The control? Spanking me? Flogging me? Maybe taking it
further, when we're comfortable?"
"I do, but it seems a little wrong to get such a charge out of spanking you,
humiliating you. You know."
"All I know is Dominants give me what I need, and I give them what they need. So
we're winners all around, right?" Sophie raised an eyebrow and gave him a cheeky
glance. "Besides, what's normal? Who decides? We're all adults, no one's getting
hurt."
"I care about you, Soph. I respect you."
"Then it's even more precious," said Sophie. "There's nothing that says Dom/mes
have to be mean and cold, or heartless. Strict and controlling, maybe." Sophie
ginned, then continued, "But compassionate and sensitive? It's all good. It
won't weaken your Dominance, Nic, those qualities strengthen it."
"Any flogger pointers, while you're dishing out advice?" Nicholas asked, his
warm eyes regarding her steadily.
Sophie smiled, the small expression transforming her serious features. "Well,"
she began. "Maybe just a couple?"
"Go on," Nicholas said encouragingly, stroking her cheek as she looked down at
him resting comfortably beside her.
"Well, I'm probably shooting myself in the foot here but really, you should
never, ever, give a sub everything she wants. It's a fatal error, Nic," Sophie
said earnestly, giggling as Nic's face darkened.
"What do you mean?" he protested.
"Well, I wanted you to flog me harder and you did, that's all."
"But how else am I supposed to know how hard to flog you, if you don't say?"
said Nic, genuinely confused.
"Well, eventually, after you've been doing it for a while, you'll just know, I
guess," said Sophie. "You get to know your sub, what she can take? Some say it's
instinctual, that it's about the connection, and I think that's true to an
extent. And there's always safe words, I guess, if you fail to read the signs. I
don't know the right answer, the Dominant mind set is alien to me in anything
but the most basic sense. But I was controlling that scene, not you, Nic, and
that's not so good if you're after a genuine power exchange. In a real power
exchange, the sub is there for you, to submit to you; it should be all about
you, within reasonable bounds, of course. If the sub wants you to flog her
harder - it's up to you, not her. Sometimes you might oblige, and other times
you might not. And if you do, perhaps make her beg for it? But you should never,
ever give a sub what she wants all the time, just like that. It detracts from
your control, and in the end that will be frustrating for both you and your
sub."
"Ah, I see," said Nic, his brow furrowed.
"And another thing," said Sophie, warming to her topic. "You told me I had to
count your strokes, and I didn't. Well, I did for the first few times, but after
that I didn't. There's no point issuing an instruction if you don't follow
through on it."
"Shouldn't you just do what you're told, when you're told?"
"I suppose I should, and I would if you were my Dom. But even if you were, when
you're in control, the onus is on you to keep the scene focused. You're the one
running the show, and if your sub forgets or is disobedient, or gets carried
away with things, it's up to you to focus things back on you. It's the control
thing." Sophie winked at him.
"Hmm," Nicholas sighed. "I see what you mean. I should punish you now?"
"Well, you probably should, if that was the sort of relationship we had," said
Sophie, snuggling under the covers. "But this is just play, not the real deal,
so I guess we could let it go."
"I thought I heard you say you wanted me to punish you," Nic said, puzzled.
"When I was flogging you?"
Sophie shifted guiltily. "I don't remember," she replied. "Heat of the moment,
and all that." But she knew she was lying. "I should go home."
"No, stay," Nicholas offered. "It's late, and I don't want you driving after
this."
Sophie thought about it for a moment. "Well, okay," she agreed. "But I have to
be up early."
"That's alright," he replied. "It's just nice to have you here, that's all. You
know," Nic added, sliding down beside her and spooning her against him, "this
isn't as easy as I thought it would be."
"Anything worth having rarely is," Sophie murmured, then snapped off the light.
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