14. Bridget

brIDGET

Now isthe time to really show him that I'm his perfect sub. "I'm ready, Sir."

His smile is blinding. "On your knees." He points down at the floor beside the bed.

I obey.

Seth sits on the edge of the bed and holds out a hand to me. "Take my hand."

I do so.

He guides my hand to his thigh. "As we go, you'll learn some of my cues without me having to tell you."

I say nothing.

"Lie across my lap."

I resist scrambling, resist the eagerness inside me. Instead, with all the grace I can muster, I fold my body over his legs so my ass is up, and my torso is draping toward the ground.

"Good girl…" His hand starts to caress my ass. Almost like he's worshipping it. "You are less embarrassed today about being naked in front of me?"

"Yes, Sir," I say toward the floor.

"Good. Because your nakedness pleases me."

I smile to myself.

"That means you are being a good sub for me." Seth squeezes one of my ass cheeks. "Now, I'm sure you understand what this position is. We can use it for both punishment and funishment, and today, it's the second, and not a proper session. This is more about you learning how each implement bites your skin. Learning how you respond to pain. How sensitive your skin is. Are you ready for that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Of course, you are. Because you're a good girl."

I hold back a giggle.

"Alright, let's get started."

His hand caresses my skin all over. The heat of his hand is warming me up inside and out.

Then is hand is gone, only to crack against my skin a second later. Not hard. Not painful. A preview and warmup for what's to come.

It is a strange sensation. The pain, the increasing tingling across my skin, the wonderful feeling of closeness by being across Seth's lap. It all comes together to make something more enjoyable than it ought to be.

Seth spanks me a couple of times more, increasing the intensity each time, then stops for a moment, rubbing my ass.

It is hot from his touch, and maybe a bit uncomfortable, but it feels good, and I moan.

"You're all pink for me. Just like when you blush. So beautiful." His fingers drop to my pussy and the tips slip easily inside. "So wet, pet. Good. Let's try something else, shall we?"

He reaches out to grab something out of my sight.

"Look, pet."

I lift my head and find the paddle from before held before me.

"You're doing amazing. You should be so proud."

My mouth is…salivating for more. And I find I am proud. I'm pleasing him.

"Perfect ass. So red. So beautiful." Once again, he touches me, this time teasing my clit, and I whimper, nuzzling my nose into his calf.

Seth chuckles. He puts the paddle against my skin, caressing me with it. My ass and the back of my thighs. "You feel it?"

"Yes, Sir."

He slides it across my skin. "Color, pet?"

"Green, Sir."

"Good. Are you ready to continue?"

I inhale. "Yes, Sir."

The whisper of the paddle moving is the only warning I get before it lands against my skin.

I cry out, my body jerking. The surprising sensation is entirely different. Not soft on soft, but hard on soft. The surface area is more and the pain it delivers is different too. More spread out. More bite to it.

It's official, I'm not a fan of the paddle.

Seth doesn't pepper my ass with more spanks. He lets that one linger in the air. Let's the silence come to suffocate me.

I want him to tell me the paddle is done, and at the same time, as the pain fades I want to beg for it. But I can't because I am not a brat and I don't need a punishment for talking out of turn.

This is the start of my training, and I will show him I deserve to continue being his sub. I am a good, good girl, and I will not ruin this for either of us.

The next slap comes without me expecting it, and I gasp. The place where he hit burns and stings, and I don't know how to feel a pleasure and pain mix together to create a confusing cocktail of sensations.

The pain starts to prick, starting to crawl down my thighs. My muscles react and I start to move, dragging across his lap, alleviating some of the pain in my backside, trying to get some pressure on my clit.

And my breath…god, I'm panting. I haven't even done anything, but I'm panting like I've run a marathon.

"Color?"

"G-green, Sir."

He caresses my burning ass with his hand for a while.

"How was the paddle, pet? Did you enjoy it?"

His fingers tease my clit as one slips inside my wet folds.

Did I? My head is swimming with thoughts, but none that I can grasp.

"It's okay if you didn't, Bridget."

"It hurts more than your hand, Sir. It bites and stings, and I'm not sure how I like it."

"Very good girl for expressing your opinion. We need to be open and honest at all times if this has any chance of going anywhere, okay?"

"Okay, Sir. Thank you."

He keeps his touch consistent, as one hand caresses my ass cheeks, and the other is in my pussy. It is not enough to make me come, just enough to keep me wanting more.

Once my breath has leveled out some, Seth takes his hand from my pussy. "Do you want to continue?"

"I do, Sir." I want to be his good girl, and this is part of the process.

And though it hurts, I am enjoying this so much. His firm hand, his care. The fact that he is intent on teaching me. Training me.

The sting of the flogger spreads heat around the area where it strikes and tethers me to this world, but as he shows me how the remaining implements feel, my mind flies away from the here and now.

I am on a cloud, floating.

The only thoughts on my mind are about him.

I want to be so good.

I want to be the best.

For him.

I don't want Seth to even look at another sub ever again.

I want to be his sub forever.

I want him forever.

Tears slide down my face. Another strangled sound comes from the back of my throat.

His hand threads through my ponytail. He adjusts my chin onto my shoulder to look at him.

Seth's intense expression has disappeared. He's appraising me, calm and collected. "Can you give me a color, pet?"

I smile, though tears slide down my cheeks. "Green, Sir. A whole forest of it."

He smiles. I get more of his smiles now that he is my Dom. I cherish each one of them.

"Such a good girl." With a finger, he swipes away my tears. "So beautiful," he whispers.

He sits me on his lap and holds me to him for a few moments, feeding me a square of chocolate and having me sip water.

I sigh and let my head rest on his shoulder. He's got me, and I don't have a care in the world right now.

A couple of minutes later, when my mind is fully back down to earth, he kisses my head. "Let me show you something."

I let him get me up, take my hand, and guide me toward a full-length mirror on wheels in the corner of the room.

He stands behind my naked form, glides his hands down my arms. "Look."

Seth turns me to one side, allowing me to catch sight of my ass in the reflection.

It is red with a couple of welts, but no torn skin and not a bruise in sight.

It's beautiful.

I smile.

"Do you see how good you were?" He caresses his masterpiece.

I drop my head down.

"You have something to say, pet?"

"I wanted to be the best for you, Sir."

Seth laughs, wraps an arm around me, and tucks his face next to mine.

I stare at our reflection in the mirror. How his tall, lean body fits around mine in such a beautiful way, like we were made for each other.

Is it possible Seth and I were fated from the start? Is that why neither of us have been able to give up on the idea of each other? Why we're here now, hiding from plain sight, trying to give each other everything?

"Look at me," Seth encourages.

My eyes meet his in the mirror.

"You are so good to me, Bridget," he says in a calm, steady voice. "The point of training isn't because you are not good enough. You are perfect as you are. Never doubt that." He caresses my cheek. "The training is a way to be sure that you know how to place yourself correctly and how to act so that this is both the most pleasurable and the most safe for us at all times."

I swallow. I know he feels that now. But this is all new. What if one day he wakes up and realizes I don't live up to his expectations? What if Seth invests all his energy, all his time into me and I fail him? What if he regrets ever wanting me?

I'm not sure I could handle that. Because he is such a perfect Dom for me.

I wouldn't survive if I lost him.

"And besides…" His hand trails up to my collar, framing the lock in his fingers. "There are so many ways for me to enjoy you. You will find so many other things that bring you to subspace. You trust your Dom, don't you, pet?"

Seth holds the key to my lock. That's not a euphemism. It's reality. And I would never have given that power to someone I did not trust. "Yes, Sir."

He lifts a finger and strokes my cheek.

I feel his hardness at my back. And I want it. Want it in my hand. In my pussy.

God, I even want it in my mouth, though blowjobs never appealed to me.

Unless I was imagining Seth's cock.

I reach back and try to stroke him through his pants without thinking.

Seth jerks away. "Ah-ah-ah, no. That's not for you to touch without my saying so."

I flip around to face him, grabbing at his waist. "I want to please you. Please let me please you."

Darkness clouds Seth's eyes. "You are being a brat, Bridget."

I suck in a breath. I don't want to be a brat.

"And I'll only say this once…" His hand slides between my legs and then he holds my pussy again in his palm "Brats are not allowed here."

My fingers dig into him as his grip intensifies.

"Your submission pleases me," Seth says. "That is all."

Seth hooks his fingers inside me, this thumb working on my clit. Takes less than ten seconds for him to make me come.

I collapse into his arms.

"All your orgasms are mine from now on. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," I whimper into his arm.

Seth sucks in a tight breath. "You may not touch yourself. May not make yourself come unless I demand it of you. Say you understand."

I clutch his arms tighter, fingers turning into claws. "I understand, Sir.

He hums in laughter. "So needy. So desperate. So mine."

Seth facilitates my sliding down his body until I am on my knees and my face is pressed up against his thigh. He fists my ponytail and jerks my head to his crotch, pushing his hardness against my face.

A moan escapes me.

"You want my cock, pet?"

"Yes, Sir."

Seth rubs himself against my face.

I can smell him through his clothes. It is an addictive smell, the salty pheromones of his groin.

"You will wait for my cock. Say it."

"I will wait for your cock, Sir," I say against the hard ridge, dragging my lips along the bulge.

"Fuck," he growls.

He wants me. I know he does.

But he is so strong. Because he can withhold his pleasure to train me. To make me a perfect sub.

I adore him.

Seth lets out a shaky breath, then releases his grip on me before stepping away. "Good girl."

Without anything to hold onto, I drop to my hands and knees. I am a shell of my former self, hollowed out by his domination and his power.

My body tremors from the soft echoes of orgasm, the pricking memory of pain, and anticipation. For the next time. The next lesson. The next touch.

I don't realize Seth has returned to me until his hand is guiding my chin up. He's crouching in front of me, a serene smile on his face. He releases the lock around my neck.

If we were in a relationship, we could be open about, I'd leave it on always like I had with the placeholder. However, a little blue choker is inconspicuous compared to a literal chain and lock.

Seth and I have agreed that it will remain in his keeping. That way, it will become part of our ritual. Putting my hair up and my collar on after taking my clothes off.

I steady my breathing, remember that there is a world beyond this room. One that would not welcome us together like this.

Seth's arms wrap around me, and he pulls me into his lap, burying his face in my neck.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

My breath catches.

"So perfect."

I need to be good. Need to follow the rules, but I… "Will you kiss me, Sir? Please?"

Seth lifts his eyes to mine, a serene smile painting his lips. Without a word, he presses his mouth to mine. Long and drawn out.

His fingers thread through my hair, cupping the back of my head as the kiss lingers and winds.

Together, we return. To Bridget. To Seth.

Seth carries me back to the bed, lays me down prone, and breaks out a tub of cream. With care, he rubs the cream onto my ass, reminding me of the searing pain I experienced.

"This will help with the redness. It will also help with any bruises."

The coolness of the lotion relieves the tension in my muscles.

Once he is done, Seth places a line of kisses across my shoulders. "Let me get you another glass of water…maybe some more chocolate…"

His voice fades into the background as I realize something.

I love being his sub so much I'm not sure the line between Bridget and sub exists anymore.