The Goddess Ch. 09

Literotic asexstories – The Goddess Ch. 09 by LindsayMurray,LindsayMurray
Chapter 9Becca

Benny was already far too much fun to play with, and we hadn’t even started. His submissive body language, his blushes and embarrassment, and the way his voice sometimes stuttered or broke was too much fun to exploit. And he was so tolerant of my teasing, it made me wonder if he had a bit of a humiliation kink.

I need to get this conversation on its way if we are ever going to negotiate anything, otherwise I am just going to tease him all night.

Setting down my wine glass and facing him straight on, I asked, “Do you know where you are, Benny?”

“Um… a warehouse?” he asked tentatively, hoping to impress me with his sarcasm.

“You’re too sweet to be cocky. Just say no.”

Embarrassed, he said, “No, miss. I don’t.”

I held his gaze, lowering and softening my voice as I spoke. “I provide a service to a specific demographic. I’m paid for it. My clients range in age, gender, and sexual preferences. But… I have my own relationships outside of work to satisfy my wants and needs. And what I want, and need… is someone like you.”

His eyes got progressively wider, and he swallowed.

“Do you understand?”

“Um… maybe?”

“I’m a Dominatrix, Benny. A BDSM Dominant, both in my professional and personal life.”

He ran a hand through his hair and struggled to find something to look at. “I… had a suspicion, but didn’t want to assume.”

“Really,” I smirked. “What gave it away?”

He laughed nervously, not really giving an answer. I raised an eyebrow, demanding one.

“Oh man,” he cleared his throat. “Uh… well, you just have this,” he gestured to me as he searched for the words, “this vibe, I guess. It’s powerful. And very attractive. The first time you came in… I felt like you were royalty. Or someone really important. And I couldn’t help but want to please you.” He looked down at his hands, which were fidgeting on his wine glass. “I guess that sounds kind of stupid.”

“Look at me.”

He looked up immediately. Jeff’s words came back to me. Train him right, because you fucking deserve it.

“Why do you look away from me when you answer my questions? Are you embarrassed?”

“A little.”

“Why?”

He struggled to find the words but came up with nothing.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“I think you’re trying to.” That cocky look in his eye was back. It made me want to spank him. And other things.

I couldn’t hide the smile that escaped at his comment. “A little. Does it bother you?”

“I just…” His eyes broke away from mine, but he caught himself and looked at me again. Good boy. “I just don’t want to disappoint you, I guess.” He looked a little frustrated, but more than that, there was a hint of desperation in his voice. “I don’t know what you want from me, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here, or how to act.”

“I will make it very clear to you what I want, Benny. Generally speaking, all I want is honesty, and obedience.”

He exhaled, a little tension leaving his shoulders. He was legitimately stressed about this, I realized, and I’d not even started asking real questions yet. Slow down, Huxley, you’re going to scare him away.

“Do you know anything about BDSM or kink?”

“Um… a little… I did some kinky stuff in college, but nothing like this.” He looked around briefly, still a little unsettled in the room we referred to as The Library.

“What did you do?”

“Handcuffs and blindfolds, that kind of thing… I had a girlfriend who liked me to spank her… she was…” He fought a smile. “She was a little crazy.”

“So in your limited experience, would you say you were in charge?”

He nodded.

“Would you be open to exploring the other side of that?”

He swallowed hard, his cheeks and ears flushed, trying to hold my gaze like he knew I wanted him to. Finally he said, “I guess it would depend on… what kinds of things you had in mind.”

I want to bend you over and crop your ass until it’s covered in my marks. I want to edge and deny you until you’re a blubbering mess willing to do anything to come. I want you hungrier for my orgasms than for your own.

“Well, Benny, there are a lot of things I want. But I don’t do anything without consent. It’s my religion. So although I have a very clear picture of what I want, I am happy to work within the boundaries you set for me.”

“So I can have veto power on things?” He sounded a little breathless.

I smiled at his phrasing. “You have veto power, yes.”

He hesitated and then struggled as he said, “So, if, for example, I was very against the idea of you stepping on my dick with those heels…”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “Is that what has you over there looking like you’re ready to pass out?”

He bit his lip to avoid a smile. “Yes miss.”

“I promise not to step on your dick.”

“Okay, great.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. I snickered again and took another sip of wine.

“There are a few other things that won’t happen, Benny.” I schooled my expression to imply my seriousness. “We will have some very sexually intimate experiences during our sessions, because that’s what I want, and I suspect you do too… but you won’t be putting your dick inside me. That’s a hard limit of mine with my submissives. No matter how much you beg… and you will beg. Is that going to be a problem?”

He couldn’t hide the disappointment, but his answer encouraged me. “I don’t fully understand what to expect from you… but if ‘hard limit’ means what I think it means, I can respect that. As long as you respect mine.”

“That’s the idea in a nutshell. We both set our limits, and play within those boundaries.”

“And you… tell me what to do?”

“I’m the dominant in the dynamic, yes.”

“But I have veto power.”

“Limits and a safeword, yes.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was hypnotized. While before he struggled to look at me, now he couldn’t stop. His eyes went from my mouth, to my hair, to my legs, to my breasts, tracing over me with appreciation and desire.

Am I really going to do this? Am I going to corrupt the fuck out of this nineteen-year-old boy and train him to be my little toy?

His expression changed from appreciation to apprehension. Meeting my eyes again he asked, “Why me?”

I didn’t answer right away. I sensed he had more to ask. My patience was rewarded a moment later as he continued. “I’m nobody. I’m just a guy you met at a restaurant who works shit jobs for shit money and can’t even…” His eyes and voice hardened and focused on a spot to my left, like he didn’t want to put that abrasive energy out on me. “I’m a college dropout who can barely afford to live, and you’re…” he trailed off and clenched his jaw, making a vague gesture with his hand that I couldn’t interpret.

“I’m what?”

He met my eyes again, and said, “You’re like… a goddess.”

My stomach dropped and my breath caught. There was that sweet, reverent sound in his voice again. He stared at me, almost daring me to explain myself, to argue with him. Or maybe he was begging me to defend him against his own self-degradation. But as he stared, his gaze softened, and he dropped his eyes in embarrassment.

“I just don’t think you’ll want me. I can’t understand why you would.”

When was the last time someone took care of him? He seemed like a smart, kind young man. Why was he a college dropout working two minimum wage jobs to survive? Who did he go home to? What did he go home to?

“Why wouldn’t I?”

His voice was monotone and shaky as he answered. “Because I’ll just let you down.”

“You know what I want, Benny?” I tried to make my voice kind. He chanced a glance at me, as if he wasn’t sure what he’d find. “I want someone who wants to please me. And as long as you obey, I will be pleased.”

There was a desperate kind of hope that bloomed in his eyes, but he was still slumped forward, like he was defending himself against the possibility that he was sufficient. And I knew that look. The fear of failure was enough to make someone quit before they even gave themselves a chance.

Give yourself a chance, sweet boy.

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Would you like to please me?”

His eyes darted around a moment, and then he lifted his head and said, “Yes, miss.”

“And you don’t mind me teasing you a little? No more than I have tonight?”

“I don’t mind…” He worried his bottom lip a little and then said, “I know you like to do that.”

“Would you like to try now?”

He took a shaky breath but nodded.

Jeff’s warning buzzed in my head mixed with my own habitual thoughts. The desire to give him a really good first experience warred with my desire to be clear, from the very beginning, that this was about him pleasing me, not me giving something to him.

I can do both. I can be kind in my demands… and gracious with my praise.

“No safeword today. You don’t have to do anything I ask you to do. If you’re uncomfortable, don’t do it, or say no. Okay?”

“Yes miss.”

There was that reverent tone I loved.

Confidence settled over me, and my mind quieted. He was so easy to dominate because he was so inherently desperate for it, so eager to hand over the reins, even if he didn’t know it yet. “Stand up. Stand right here in front of me.” I nodded to a spot on the carpet in front of my chair.

He took a deep breath and stood, slowly approaching, his shoulders still tense and slightly rounded forward. He stopped directly in front of me and waited for instructions.

His eyes widened and he took a breath as I rose to my full height, as if he hadn’t expected me to stand. We were mere inches from each other. It clicked in his head that something was about to happen, and he had no idea what I was going to do.

“We’re going to feel each other out a little, and we won’t do anything crazy, okay?”

He nodded.

“I want you to acknowledge me verbally, and with respect.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good boy.”

His face and neck flushed deep red. His mouth popped open in a moment of surprise and he looked away, only to look back at me again as if begging for more.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

His blush deepened. “Yes, Miss.”

I reached out and cupped his chin softly, drawing his face around, making him look at me. He gasped a little at my touch and I felt my body warm at the excitement. “Would you like me to train you to be my good boy?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed and he swallowed, his voice breaking a little. “Yes, Miss.”

My hand moved from his chin to his forehead, brushing the messy blond hair out of his eyes. He looked a little like a stray puppy who hadn’t had a trim in a while. His cheeks and chin were smooth, and he had no facial hair to speak of, once again reminding me this boy was young, just barely out of high school.

I should feel bad for corrupting him…

“It’s a shame I ran into you, pet. I am not a kind Mistress.”

I trailed my finger over the side of his face, my nail scraping against his skin. Drawing it down, I touched the edge of his lips, and a little whimper escaped.

He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, biting back his words.

“Tell me.” My finger rested against his lips.

His lips felt so soft as they moved against my finger. “I’m glad I met you… Mistress.” He tested out the phrase. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he liked it.

Speaking of which.

Trailing my finger down his chin, and then his neck, I let it rest in the hollow of his throat. His breaths were short and fast.

I set the palm of my hand on his rapidly beating heart. “Breathe, pet.”

He took a deep breath and settled a little.

“Do you like it when I touch you?”

“Yes Miss… you’re beautiful.”

“Hm… you won’t always like it. You know that, right?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

He nodded, but seemed to remember my earlier request and said, “Yes, Miss.”

“I quite enjoy discipline… and punishment. But I think you know that.”

He took another steadying breath and failed to hide a smile. “I gathered that.”

“I suspect you’ll enjoy the punishment too, though…” I let my eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. “And the humiliation. You do seem to love my lessons.”

He swallowed, but didn’t answer. He was breathing a little steadier now, settling into the idea. Time to up the tension a little more…

I crossed my arms over my chest and took a single step back. “Take out your dick.”

His eyes widened at my command, like it was the last thing he expected. Deliberating for only a moment, he lowered his eyes and unbuckled his belt with shaking hands.

When he unzipped his jeans, they slipped down to his knees. He looked to me for guidance, not sure if he should try to pull them back up. I said nothing, waiting for him to obey.

He swallowed and pulled his dick out of his boxers, already hard and red at the tip. His chin lowered, peering up at me through his lashes, he presented it to me.

And what a present.

He was simply perfect. A solid five inches, maybe a little longer, and a good girth. An average, suitable, normal, completely satisfactory dick.

And while some boys may need their egos taken down a bit, I sensed that any kind of degradation in that regard would just upset him. His biggest fear seemed to be inadequacy. He didn’t need to be degraded. He needed to be built up.

“Benny… good boys don’t need cocks that big. What are you going to do with that?”

His mouth popped open and he smiled, then tried to bite his lip to hide it. There was just a twinge more confidence in his gaze as his eyes darted around the room for a moment before looking at me again, waiting for my next command.

Yes, sweet boy, you are enough. More than enough.

“Put your hands behind your head… that’s right. Lift your chin. Shoulders back. Oh dear,” I sighed a little overdramatically, staring at his dick. “You’re making a mess on my carpet.”

We both looked down. A single drop of precum had dripped onto the carpet at his feet. He looked back up at me in embarrassment.

“I suppose you’ll have to clean that for me, won’t you?”

Concern filled his face. “Yes, Miss. I can… rent a carpet shampooer, or something.”

Or you could use your tongue.

Easy, Huxley.

“Or something. Now…” I walked around him slowly, pinching the fabric of his boxers between my fingers and tugging. They slid down and met his jeans, currently stuck at his knees. I could have made him step out of them, but I liked the awkwardness of the position he was in.

“This evening, after you go home, I’m going to give you a little assignment.” I stood right behind him, close enough that he could practically feel me. The energy between us was charged and full of expectation. A little bit of sweat bloomed under the armpits of his shirt and goosebumps rose on his skin.

“Because, as I said, my religion is consent. And although I love to push, embarrass, tease, and play… I refuse to do harm. I may hurt you… but I won’t harm you. Do you understand?”

He took a long, steadying breath. “I think so, Miss… can I ask a question?”

So cautious… so cute. “You may.”

“What do you mean by hurt?”

I whispered in his ear, getting my lips as close to him as I could without touching. “Would you like me to show you?”

His dick jumped, somehow growing even harder.

“I think you’re too curious to walk out of this room without a taste, aren’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Miss.” He sounded so… hungry.

“Stay.”

He held his breath and froze. “Breathe, silly boy, you’ll pass out on me if you do that. I meant, stay there and don’t turn around.”

I walked to the desk of the library with slow, deliberate steps, even though I wanted to sprint. He was desperate for whatever I was going to dish out to him, and I was hungry for his reaction.

I slid open the top drawer of the desk and peeked over at him. His lips were parted and he stared straight ahead, determined not to fail the task I’d given him.

He’s going to be so much fun.

I caught myself getting a little too wrapped up in the moment. Hadn’t I said the same thing about Colin? The memory almost jerked me out of my headspace.

But Colin was different. Colin was here for himself, to have his own fantasies played out for him at his discretion.

Benny was here for me.

I extracted the ruler, letting the wood drag against the bottom of the drawer to make a quiet scraping sound. Benny swallowed again and took another steadying breath. He was dripping even more now.

“Messy boy.” I held the ruler in my hands and walked carefully back to my spot behind him. “Maybe you need more than a taste of discipline… maybe you need to be punished. What do you think?”

Please say yes. Let me punish you. Just a little.

I waited for his answer. Perhaps he would say, ‘I’m uncomfortable with this.’ Or ‘please don’t hurt me.’ Or ‘I’m sorry, I can’t do this.’ But no, not from sweet Benny. That’s not at all what I got.

He spoke with quiet confidence, like it was the easiest choice he’d made all day. “Whatever pleases you, Miss.”

Whatever pleases me? Free fucking reign over this boy.

I licked my lips and smiled… then smacked the ruler against his pert ass. He let out a choked gasp that was more in surprise than anything else, jerking slightly. He whipped his head around and I froze, waiting for the ball to drop.

Whatever he was looking for in my eyes, he found it. Turning back around, he said nothing, waiting for whatever I deemed would happen next.

“Would you like another?”

His answer was steady, and immediate. “If it pleases you, Miss.”

“It would please me. But I need to know if you want another.”

He considered carefully, and then said, “I think I do, Miss.”

I let the dull edge of the ruler trace the light pink mark on his backside. I hadn’t hit him hard, just hard enough to surprise him. He’d been so pent up that his reaction was mostly surprise. But now, he was expecting it, and he could feel the ruler moving over his skin. He knew it would hurt.

So I gave him a good strong thwack. He hissed in pain and jerked again.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes Miss.” That twinge of sarcasm was back in his voice.

“Be careful with that tone,” I warned, setting the ruler against the mark I’d left. “I can’t stand brats.”

“Sorry Miss.” The tone was gone, and he was back to reverence.

“What a nice mark,” I whispered, letting my finger trail over the blooming red spot. It would fade in a few minutes and his skin would return to the pale, milky white it was before. He shivered under my touch and his dick jumped to attention again, still rock-hard and dripping clear precum.

I had a feeling if I touched his dick, he would blow. Did I want to give him the best orgasm of his life? Or did I want to make him wait?

We’d gone far enough for no limits set, no real negotiation other than a seductive plea. Anything more than that would make me feel terribly guilty, and might make him feel like I’d taken advantage of him.

I brushed a finger across the mark on his ass one more time, then walked around to face him again. “I think you’re a bit of a masochist, and a bit of a service sub. Do you know what those terms mean?”

“No, Miss.”

“You’ll do some reading for me and figure it out, won’t you?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Miss.”

“That’s a good boy.”

A low groan escaped his throat.

“What a sweet, sweet sound for a sweet boy.” I brushed my fingers through his hair again. “One day you’ll make that sound for me when you go to your knees. One day you’ll make that sound when you kiss my feet… one day you’ll give up your own pleasure to feast on my cunt.”

My eyes fixed on him, everything else faded away. All I could see, all I could register, was his every breath, his every reaction. Every flutter of his eyelashes, every gasp of breath between pink, delicate lips, every surge of blood to his perfect cock.