Chapter Six - Cole

I'd slipped up. I had shown her a glimpse of me. Of Cole.

Her responses were perfect, her screams and moans in time with my strokes on her back. There was going to be some bruising on her shoulder blades and it was going to look beautiful.

I didn't plan on fucking her.

When she came from the seventy-third stroke that I'd landed on her clit, her cries had gone straight into my already rock hard cock. Pushing into her soaking wet heat was fucking amazing, she hugged my cock like a glove.

Just the idea got me hard again.

Applying aftercare is important for subs and to build trust between Dom and sub. But a Dom shouldn't break personality as I did earlier when she'd laughed at the state of her underwear. I sympathized because I knew Gillie. She really will give Melina shit at the state of her underwear.

I just had to see her exposed after the first two red flowers bloomed on her back. I'd wanted to decorate her ivory skin in shades of pink and red. By the end, there were shades of light blue scattered throughout the expanse of her back and ass.

I walked toward Tristan and Zuri. They were exactly where I'd left them. Zuri was now sitting between Tristan's legs, her full lips wrapped around his cock. I fell onto the chair beside him and barely spared Zuri a glance when I spoke.

"I want to collar her for a year." Tristan groaned and kept his hand in Zuri's hair as he opened one eye to look at me.

"You punished her for Abraham." He stated and ground his hips against his wife's mouth, eliciting a gag from her. I nodded and looked over my shoulder, wondering how she would enter the room. Would she crawl to me or would she walk?

"She also glared at me when I pushed her away," I said keeping my neck craned to see.

Tristan groaned as he came and I heard Zuri slurp up every last drop from his dick. He caressed her tear and mascara stained cheek and handed her his handkerchief. She wiped her face as she looked at me.

"How many?" Tristan asked in a wry voice, expecting the worst from me already.

"Seventy-three." Zuri dropped her head in her hands and Tristan stared at me.

"Don't judge me before you see her!" I defended myself looking between them.

Suddenly Zuri and Tristan stiffened beside me and I turned to see Melina crawling toward me. She was biting her lower lip against the stinging of her shoulders. I smiled inwardly when I saw the underwear tied at her hip. Her crawl was flawless, shoulders rolling and hips swaying, arms and legs in perfect sync.

She made her way between my legs and sat up on her knees facing me. Her head was down and her eyes focused on the piece of black leather chair visible at my crotch.

She licked her lips and I tilted her head so that she looked at me.

"Thank you for the punishment, Master." Her soft words drew gasps from Zuri and Tristan. They also hardened my cock further in my jeans.

"You're very welcome, Kitana. Turn and show them my masterpiece. Show them the canvas that made you cry out in pleasure." I watched her squirm at my words and she obeyed.

Tristan and Zuri both leaned forward to examine her back. He lightly ran his fingers over the welts that had formed and I watched her shiver at his touch. She kept her body still for their examination.

Tristan sat back and looked at me. I met his eyes with a smirk and sat back.

"Are you alright, Kitana?" I heard Zuri ask her and I turned my eyes to her. Even though she faced away from me she turned her head slightly to see Zuri and a smile broke out on her face as she nodded. I could see that Zuri was taken aback by her reaction as she looked at Tristan.

"Take her to the back, Zuri." He said as she nodded and stood. Melina stayed where she was, not moving a muscle as Zuri held out her hand for her. Pride made my heart swell.

"Go with her, Kitana. It's fine." She immediately stood taking Zuri's outstretched hand for assistance. Tristan and I watched them walk away before either of us said a word.

"Does she know you want to collar her?" Tristan broke the silence between us. I nodded in confirmation and turned in my seat to look at him.

"Well, I didn't use the term 'collar' per se." I shrug and he rolls his eyes.

"You made a beautiful canvas, Cole." My best friend complimented me. I exaggerated my next movements as I leaned back with a hand pressed over my heart. He laughed and I joined in.

"She's going to have to finish her training with Brent first," Tristan said after about five minutes. I turned my head slowly, giving him time to tell me that he was kidding.

The words didn't come.

"You're kidding," I said harshly feeling my temper rise. Tristan shook his head, his expression serious.

"Cole, she might've been able to handle it tonight. But what about tomorrow? Do you think her virgin skin will be able to stay intact after one more night?"

I stared at Tristan for a long minute as his words sank in.

He was right. I wouldn't be able to use anything other than a paddle on her skin for at least two days, and it would have to be gentle. I can't be gentle in a scene. Her skin would need to toughen up before she could be transferred to me.

"She has vaginal penetration as acceptable and has an IUD. Anal penetration is a soft limit for her. Ensure Brent wears a condom." I told Tristan. I didn't like the idea of any man coming inside her other than me. I couldn't put my finger on the feeling that rose as the idea crossed my mind.

***

Melina didn't come back after disappearing with Zuri. She was probably sent home to heal before her training started on Monday.

Zuri returned ten minutes after my instructions to Tristan for Melina's trainer to wear a condom with her and I relayed the information to Zuri, who only nodded. Her face was filled with concern.

"Is Melina okay?" I asked, the words boiling over before I could stop them. Again, she just nodded.

Silence reigned over our party of three and I left them an hour later.

My home was quiet, as it usually is this time of night, all the staff have gone home hours before. The three-story Spanish Colonial Revival housed four bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms, a study and my playroom. Yes, very Christian Gray of me. A library took an entire wing and my guitars stood in the living room.

Even the full feel that the furniture lent to the house couldn't take away the stifling loneliness.

I walked to my study and sat down behind my desk. The leather chair hugged me like an old friend as I opened my laptop. Business doesn't stop for anyone.

I answered a few emails regarding Quirky Publishers, my brother's business and then moved on to my own business.

CJ Entertainment and Photography lent the kink to the pornography business. We shot, edited and published all the kinky shit you have to pay for on PornHub and similar sites. We always worked in conjunction with Embers as they supplied the Doms and subs for the movies, and sometimes even some of the sets.

A few hours later, I closed my laptop and decided it was time for a hot shower before going to bed.

I got in the shower and let the warm water run over my tired body. The punishment I gave Melina had exhausted me more than I care to admit and the water felt like heaven running between my shoulders, caressing the tired muscles.

Images started flashing behind my eyelids.

Melina on her knees in front of me.

Melina strapped to the easel.

Her legs spread open enough that I could see the soft flesh of her pussy as it got drenched.

My cock hardened for the umpteenth time that night and I fisted it in my right hand. I haven't needed to jerk off in ages. I'd always had a sub who would suck me off when needed.

The thought brought up an image of Melina on her knees, wearing nothing but a leather wrap around her curvy body, her full lips wrapped around the head of my cock.

I leaned my weight against the wall with my left arm bent, placing my head against my closed fist as I started pumping my shaft. I kept my tempo slow at first, tightening my grip at the base and stroking upward in a controlled motion.

I bit my lip as I moaned softly, the image of Melina sucking me into her mouth playing in my mind. My motions became faster as I felt my pleasure building in the base of my spine.

I tightened my grip, trying to mimic the tightness of her pussy around me, my attempt enough to bring me closer to the edge but it wasn't enough.

My breathing became erratic as I kept my face away from the water. I groaned in frustration as I kept hovering on the brink, my precome slick under my hand lubricating my motions.

My balls drew up closer to my body as I teetered on the edge.

My hand slid back faster than I'd anticipated and my fist hit me against my left testicle, punching the breath and orgasm out of me.

I groaned in pain and pleasure as I sank to my knees in the shower, the water now a lukewarm.

"Fuck." I muttered when my legs stopped shaking and my testicle descended again.

I turned the water off and stood up, using the faucets for assistance. I stepped out of the shower and walked into my bedroom dripping wet.

I shook myself sending water flying everywhere. I honestly couldn't care less about my belongings.

I heard my cellphone chime from my pants somewhere on the floor. I looked on the floor and spotted the pair of black jeans, I picked them up and found my phone.

(Call me.) It was Tristan. Why the fuck can't he call me himself?

I dialled his number and waited as the phone rang.

"Why can't you phone me yourself?" I asked as he answered the phone.

"I wasn't sure about your activities." He said simply. I rolled my eyes.

"What is it, Tristan?" I sat down on the bed and held the phone to my ear.

"Zuri agreed to let Brent use condoms on Melina should he penetrate her vaginally or anally. Also, Melina did agree to a one year collaring following the completion of her training.

A contract will be drawn up with both your soft and hard limits, how you will take care of her financially during that time, et cetera." Tristan informed me and I sighed in relief. I had no problems with the new arrangement.

I got to have Melina for a year in little over a week.

"Thank you, Tristan." He snorted.

"Thank Melina. If she hadn't convinced Zuri that she'd loved every lash you dealt her, you wouldn't be seeing her again."

I knew I'd pushed her limits.

I knew she had virgin skin.

Yet I still gave her seventy three crop lashes.

Without holding back.

I could have seriously hurt her.

"I know," I said softly as Tristan hung up. I stared at the phone for a moment before placing it on the nightstand and plugging in the charger and got into bed.

That night my usual dreamless sleep was filled with images of a dark-haired woman in blue crying out over and over as I whipped her back, small streaks of red welling up under the bite of the leather.

Monday morning started as normal.

I woke up alone, ate breakfast alone and said goodbye to an empty house.

I approved new plans for parodies. The market calls for erotic versions of popular movies. The reason is beyond me, but the people want it so that they get.

Monday afternoon I gathered everything I needed before heading to Embers to start training the new waitresses.

On the way in the door, I passed Brent. I shot him a look before pushing him with my shoulder.

"What the fuck, Cole?" He held his hand up, palms facing upward. I turned and faced his.

"Your new trainee, Kitana." I started and he nodded cautiously.

"Be hard on her. Don't fuck her if you can help it." I continued and his eyes widened in surprise.

"You're the one I'm training her for?" I nodded in confirmation and he barked a hard laugh. I felt rage fill my veins and I started toward him.

"Calm down. She insisted on practising orgasm denial. No penile penetration." I pulled back and stared at the man in front of me, surprised.

I nodded curtly and turned to walk through the front door as his next words pierced my heart.

"She is the perfect sub." I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded again, this time agreeing with the man. I didn't like the fact that Brent could train my Melina, but it was necessary.