Chapter Seven - Melina

My first-day training was fucking brutal. Even though the welts and bruises had had time to heal over the weekend, the paddling on my ass still hurt like a bitch. Granted I came twice and Brent had decided to take it up a notch by adding a buttplug and bullet vibrator to the mix and gave me three more by the end of the session. Orgasm denial was something Zuri told me to focus on, especially because I'll be starting as Cole's permanent sub by Saturday.

I failed today because of the sensitivity and Brent had left me riiiight on the brink before ending the session and informing me that I was not to touch myself until tomorrow.

I walked to the B&B and informed them that my bill would be handled by the end of the week and that I would no longer be staying there. They were happy to hear my news and invited me to dinner with their son and his wife the next night, which I accepted.

I headed up to my room and removed my clothing as soon as the door closed behind me.

The slight weight of my pants and shirt irritated my heated skin. Not only was my skin sensitive from the sexual torment inflicted on me, but from the refusal of release. I had asked for it.

Fucking. Stupid. Melina!

I walked to the bathroom and started the shower at the lowest temperature my body could handle. The water was barely lukewarm and stung my ass as it ran down my body.

I hissed in a breath as the water soothed my skin, cooling the internal heat pushing outward.

I took a soft washcloth and soap, wrapping the soap in the washcloth, I started cleaning my skin. I glanced at my loofah and ran a nail over it, the roughness against my finger sent shivers down my spine and I knew it would be too much for my skin to handle.

I winced as I ran the washcloth between my cheeks and groaned in pleasure as the cloth brushed my lips. I wanted to drop the washcloth and soap and push my fingers between my slick folds and into my wet heat but resisted the urge as it washed over me.

I whimpered in frustration and got out of the shower drying myself quickly with a white fluffy beach towel. The cotton caressed my skin as it passed over the more sensitive spots.

I bit my lip as the stinging sent wetness between my legs.

Tonight was going to be a hard night.

I woke up around two covered in sweat and my skin flushed. The ache between my legs throbbing in time to my staccato heart. My breathing erratic.

Brent wouldn't know, would he? The thought pushed itself into my consciousness. The release would help me sleep and I needed to be awake for tomorrow.

The more I fought the idea of masturbation the more my fingers itched to plunge into my wet depths.

I pulled my phone closer and texted Brent.

Master, I need to come.

I bit my lip, bouncing my foot up and down, rocking the entire bed. I stared at the phone screen for a long while, the screen went black after a few moments, the need in my body building.

A ping had me almost dropping the phone as the vibration of the device sent shivers up my arm.

No.

A simple word. A word that sent hate toward the man through my body. White-hot rage burned away the desire. I groaned and went to take another cold shower.

I burnt my fingers.

The flesh between my legs was feverish with need and want.

Seven am rolled around and I haven't slept a wink. The burning coil in my abdomen had me moaning and groaning as my legs twisted and scissored searching for some relief.

I got dressed in the loosest possible outfit I could find.

A khaki loose tank top and loose sweatpants. Fuck the underwear today. The material of the tank brushed my overly sensitive nipples and I moaned. I bit my lip and made my way down the stairs, moving carefully as to avoid any unnecessary brushing of clothes.

As I neared the end of the stairs I heard Mr and Mrs Anderson talking to someone. The voice sounded familiar.

I peeked around the door and saw the man from my first night on the floor. He'd sat next to Cole.

He was at the club an awful lot as well during the day.

"We'll see you tonight then?" Mr Anderson asked the man. He nodded his head and turned to walk back through the front door.

"Melina! How are you this morning?" Mrs Anderson spotted me and called me from my hiding place. I flushed and moved so that I stood in the foyer.

"Morning, Mrs Anderson. I'm alright, and yourself?" I smile at her, intensely aware of the man they'd just spoken to watching me.

"I'm moving along, hun. You look tired. I hope my son isn't working you too hard at the club." I nearly swallowed my tongue at her words.

That means... their son is Tristan Anderson... my boss.

I cleared my throat before answering in an oddly high voice.

"Not at all. I couldn't put my book down. It's my fault." I refused to look at Tristan as Mrs Anderson laughed and gave me advice on how to get the puffiness from my eyes and how to calm my flushed skin. I smiled and nodded politely.

"Seeing as I'm headed that way, would you like a ride to work?" His deep voice wrapped around me.

"Uhm. Please. That would be great." I smiled, not fully looking at him. Respectfully showing him I know who he is and what he is.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked, his voice taking on a harder edge. He'd caught my body language.

"No, sir. I have my phone and wallet. I'm set." He stood back and allowed me to pass him to the door. I didn't look at him as I passed and hissed in a sharp breath as his hand settled on my lower back, giving the outside world the idea that he was a gentleman, but letting me know that he was in charge for the moment.

I said goodbye to the elderly couple over my shoulder as he pushed me outside.

We walked in silence until he reached his vehicle and opened the passenger door for me. I got inside with a mumbled "thank you, sir" and clenched my thighs together.

My horny goggles turned the already married Dom into a prowling wolf and I wanted to beg him to finish me.

He was the Dom in charge and could overrule Brent's orders since I didn't technically belong to the trainer.

"Relax. You're in a safe environment, Melina." Tristan's voice came from next to me. I had been so caught up in my lustful thoughts, I hadn't noticed him even get in.

I nodded fast and bit my lip.

A small chuckle came from beside me drawing my attention to the domineering Dom. He wasn't as intimidating as he'd seemed. He seemed bigger in the foyer.

"Uncomfortable?" He asked softly and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. A small nod in confirmation was all I could give as I pressed my heated forehead against the cool window.

"Orgasm denial?" I started at his question and looked at him fully, keeping my eyes on his shoulder.

"Yes, sir. I'm dying. A fricken forest fire is raging under my skin right now." I admitted and almost came from the relief of telling someone. He laughed softly and I saw his neck turn slightly.

"Brent should allow you to release today. Unless you sought your own." I shook my head vigorously and he laughed outright.

"You are a good sub, aren't you?" I tried to keep my back from straightening in pride at his words.

"I try, sir." I smiled slightly and kept my eyes focused on his shoulder.

"You've read books, yes?" He kept his voice completely professional and dominant, not giving me any reason to doubt that he is, in every way, my superior.

"Yes, sir." I don't have the permission to nod or shake my head and I know from training and reading of course, that Doms prefer a vocal response.

"That's how you figured out what you like and don't?" Again a question I had to answer, but this time I had to elaborate.

"Yes, sir. If you'll excuse my crass language in the next part?" I looked at him and he looked taken aback by my question. I saw his head nod before taking a deep breath.

"The books I've read, and that I write in my spare time, vary from romance/erotica to hardcore BDSM. Rape play for example and gunplay. I've simply put down my limits according to what made my pussy drip, wet or cringe." My answer must have piqued his interest because he pulled the car over. I kept my eyes on his shoulder, having found an imperfection in the material, and he tilted my head up to face him.

"You write?" I nodded and answered in confirmation. He looked thoughtful for a moment before his lips pursed and twitched to the side.

"Send Zuri a sample of your writing when you get home tonight." He said before checking his mirrors and indicating that he wanted to climb back on the road.

That's what he got from my words? That I write?

The thought fleetingly crossed my mind before he spoke again. This time to ask me what I thought about Cole.

"If you don't mind me saying so, sir, Master Cole has a magnificent cock. From what I've felt anyway. He gave me exactly what I needed. I've been through a lot of emotional pain, it's a way for me to find an escape from the reality of my miserable life and focus on the physical pain and the pleasure it brings to release it. Therapy, you might say." I hadn't completely stayed on the topic of the question, but my words seemed to have raised another from him.

"He wasn't that hard on you?" I shake my head quickly.

"Don't get me wrong, it hurt like a bitch. But no, he wasn't too hard on me. I have bloodplay as a soft limit, so if he does break the skin at least it won't be breaking my limits. Aftercare isn't that bad, either." I added with a smile. He looked astounded at my words and pulled into the club parking lot.

He ordered me out of the car and I followed close behind him as he walked into the waking club.

The early sounds of Gillie, the seamstress, could be heard as she gave the showcasing girls their clothes, or lack thereof, for the night's show.

That I will be missing, due to training with Brent.

Cory, the DJ and bartender, could be heard humming off-key to a song that must have played last night and now and then he would pause and yell at a waitress to clean the bottles.

Everyone was busy mulling around and getting everything perfect. I watched in fascination as they rolled out the latest toy for show and Haley, the choreographer of the showcase, showing the two girls how the thing works.

"I will see you next week, yes?" Tristan asked as he turned slightly in my direction. I cleared my throat and looked at him with a wry smile.

"Mr and Mrs Anderson has asked me to join them, yourself and your wife for dinner at the bed and breakfast," I said awkwardly. He made a sound of disinterest before turning and walking away.

Alllrighty then.

I walked to the training room where Brent had told me to meet him today. I entered and saw the pommel horse standing in the middle of the room.

Fuck.

My sex clenched at the thought of what was in store for me as I put myself in position