Finding You Bk. 02: Paradigm Shift

"Yes, yes Sir," Tabby stammered.

His finger disappeared and his palm stroked her ass. "Good girl." He stood and walked in front of Tabby. "Stand up, pet."

Tabby lifted herself up from the floor and got slowly to her feet. Marcus stepped closer; one hand tilted her chin up so that her lips met his and his other hand descended between her legs, fingers slipping easily between her folds to caress her most private spot. She was panting, quivering and breathless by the time he finished kissing her and fondling her, stopping just as she was on the verge of orgasming. She gave a disappointed moan and he chuckled at her.

"Don't be sad, angel. You'll get your reward soon enough. However, I am big and you are small, I need to make sure your sweet, little pussy is ready for me. Now go into my bedroom and kneel on the floor by the bed. I want your ass on your heels, back straight and wrists crossed behind your back. You are to wait there until I come to you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Tabby nodded.

He beamed at her. "Off you go then." He gave her ass a smack that made the most glorious sound as his palm struck her pale flesh. His cock gave a healthy jerk in response, pulsing in excitement and Marcus couldn't wait to introduce his angel to erotic spanking. Tabby gave a little squeak of surprise then scampered off to the bedroom, giving Marcus the unexpected pleasure of seeing her ass wiggling and her full breasts bouncing as she ran.

As soon as she disappeared out of sight, he pulled his tunic up over his head and tossed it onto the chair. His belt came off next and he looked at it fondly, eager for the day when Tabby was ready to accept his strokes with it. Next, he removed his kilt, boots and socks until he was standing naked in the center of his living room. He strode over to a sideboard that held a decanter of whiskey and a couple of clean glasses. He poured two fingers worth of amber liquid into a glass and swallowed it in a single gulp.

He needed to calm down before going to his angel. Unfortunately, his dick did not agree with him. That impatient bastard knew that he could be plunging into the depths of her pussy right now and Marcus was fucking delaying his gratification. It kicked, throbbed, and generally distracted Marcus from the scene he was trying to play out with Tabby. He did not want a repeat of the fevered face fucking he'd given her in the garage. This needed to be controlled, at least at first, or else he was going end up hurting her and he'd cut his own dick off if that happened again.

Marcus paced for ten minutes, letting the expensive alcohol mellow out his agitation enough for him to remain in control. When he was sure that he could retain his cool, Marcus gathered up his clothes and walked softly down the hall. When he reached his bedroom, he quietly peered into his room. The sight that greeted him, undid his carefully won calm.

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Tabitha looked angelic, kneeling as instructed with her head bowed and her eyes closed. Her chest was rising and falling in rhythmic waves that lifted her breasts in such a way that they seemed to be begging him to come and suckle her rose coloured nipples. She was facing the door with her knees spread apart just enough, that he could see the dusky pink of her labia and the moisture that glistened on those delicate folds.

He'd soon taste those folds for himself and licked his lips in anticipation. He'd get to hear all the little, sexy noises she'd make while he drove her to heights she'd never dreamed of. In the quiet of his home, there was no blaring club music or noisy crowd to drown out the sounds of her moans and screams and he resolved by the end of this night, she would be screaming out his name in pleasure so many times that it will be the only word that she'd have the energy to speak.

He stepped into the room, dropped his clothes onto a chair by the door and strode slowly to where his angel was waiting for him. He slowly circled her, just drinking in the sight of her and appreciating her beauty, then settled himself on the edge of his bed.

Tabby felt the change in air pressure and knew Marcus had finally arrived. The masculine scent of his aftershave and the sharp tang of alcohol swirled around her as he circled her. Her eyes wanted to open, to see him, but she kept them closed and her head down, making no indication that she'd heard him.

The springs on the bed gave a soft squeak as he sat down. "This position is called the Waiting position. It is another that you will be instructed to assume frequently." He said from behind her. "Open your eyes and crawl to me, angel."

Tabby dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled across the thick carpet, stopping in front of Marcus.

"Closer, pet," he instructed, guiding her to him until her nose was an inch from his erection. He gripped his cock and lowered it to her lips. "Kiss the tip and ask to serve me."

Tabby leaned forward and placed a kiss on the slick, splayed head of his cock. "How may I serve you, Sir?" she asked obediently, keeping her eyes down.

He hummed in pleasure. "Very nice, pet. Normally, I would have you pleasure me with your mouth before we did anything more and you should expect to do so without warning at all times. But I think your performance in the garage was sufficient for now, this is for you tonight, my angel." He patted the bed. "Climb up here and lie in the center of the bed."

Tabby's legs shook as she did as he asked. She crawled to the center of the bed and turned to lie on her back, settling her head on a soft pillow.

Marcus stood and gazed down upon her naked body, his cock twitching and bouncing against his abdomen as he stared. She was perfect - flawless, pale skin stretched over toned muscles on her arms and abdomen. She had just enough body fat to give her sensual curves but it was obvious that she worked out, as there wasn't any excess to spare. Her body looked soft but he could see layers of strong muscles that lay just beneath that thin sheath. His forehead wrinkled in concern when he got to her thighs and saw a faded mass of scars running over her knee and part way up her thigh.

Something had happened to his angel. He traced the longest part of the scar, from her knee to her inner thigh and she flinched when he touched her. "What happened, angel?" he asked compassionately.

Her breath hitched with emotion as she tried to speak. Her eyelids squeezed closed and for a moment, Marcus didn't think she was going to answer him. When she did, he almost wished that she hadn't. Her sweet voice was toneless and devoid of emotion, chilling him with the anguish lying beneath her emotionless words.

"The death of my dancing career, Sir." Marcus felt sorrow for her but could not allow her to close herself off from him; she needed to learn to be open and honest with him. He could not permit her to be evasive.

"Explain." He pitched his voice into a commanding tone that he hadn't yet used with her. Her eyes flew open and he knew instantly that he'd touched upon a sore subject. She begged him silently with pleading eyes, not to force her to open that wound but he pressed her. "I want to know what happened, angel. It is my job to carry your hurts as well as to provide your pleasure."

Tears glistened in her eyes but she gave him a nod and sucked in a breath to calm herself. "I was home on a summer break from studying ballet in France. I was fifteen, young and stupid. A bunch of friends organized a barbeque to celebrate my birthday out at the potholes near the town where I grew up. It was hot and everyone was swimming and having fun. There were a bunch of rocks, high above one of the pools that the locals used to dive from and I got talked into to jumping with a few of my friends."

She paused and looked away from him. Tears ran from the edges of her eyes and fell to the pillow, leaving damp spots on the pristine, white cotton. Marcus turned her head back to face him and wiped a tear away with is thumb. "It was the stupidest decision of my life."

"Continue," he urged.

"The summer had been really hot that year, the river was running too low and we should never have been diving. I found out later that there were warning signs but someone had knocked them down so we didn't know that it was too dangerous. I-I picked the w-wrong spot. When I jumped, I went in feet first and hit a rock in a part of the pool that was too shallow. If...if I'd dived head first, I'd be dead or paralyzed now. My left leg took the brunt of the impact. My ankle and knee were torn apart and my femur twisted and shattered."

Marcus sat beside her and lifted her against him, holding her while she relived the terrible accident.

"They were going to amputate my leg but my mother fought them. It took three years and more surgeries than I can count, but eventually, my bones healed. However, that was the end to my dance career. One stupid mistake and all my dreams vanished into thin air."

He held her while she sobbed, rubbing her back and whispering how proud he was of her for sharing her story. "I am so sorry that that happened to you, angel. Thank you for telling me, even though it was painful, at least I can carry part of that for you now." He kissed her and lay her back down. Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, he lovingly dried her eyes and let her blow her nose.

"Part of being a submissive is total honesty and openness with your Dom. It's not always easy but absolute honesty is one of the fundamental building blocks that a D/s relationship is built upon. Something like this," Marcus touched her scars. "I need to know about so that I don't inadvertently hurt you when we progress to bondage." He leaned over and kissed the silvery spider web of lines the lay over her knee. "It would kill me to hurt you, angel," he whispered thickly.

Now was the time for her to tell him the secret that she'd kept from him. All she needed to do was open her mouth and say. "I'm a virgin." That's all it would take.

Her alter ego scoffed and laughed at her. "And then he'd toss you out on your naked ass," its nasty voice taunted inside her head. "Look at him. He doesn't want to play with a little girl. He needs a woman. Tell him that you've never had sex before and he's going to die laughing, just before he calls you a cab."

The words were right on the tip of her tongue, but instead of speaking them, she swallowed them back down, sending them back into the dark place where she had kept the secret hidden, and she stayed silent. Her guilt must have shown on her face because Marcus gave her an odd look.

"What is it, angel?" he asked, scrutinizing her face for clues.

"Nothing, Sir," she lied. "I've never told anyone that story besides Petra. It makes me feel...I don't know how to explain it."

"Naked," Marcus supplied for her. "You feel exposed even more than being physically naked makes you feel."

She nodded her head, feeling the weight of her secret pulling at her like a boat anchor dragging on the bottom of the seabed. "Yes, Sir. That is a good description."

Lie upon lie. Tabby was digging herself into a hole that was going to collapse and bury her.

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He chuckled softly, stroking her stomach and marveling at the tiny ripples his touch caused on her skin. "Get used to it, pet. I wasn't kidding when I told you that I wanted you naked before me at all times."

Shivers radiated from the ghostly light patterns he was drawing on her stomach. Heat flooded into her core and her stomach muscles fluttered as goose flesh broke out all over her body. His hand got more adventurous and migrated upwards to her breasts. He'd been dying to fondle them since he'd seen her but a layer of clothing had stood between his touches and her skin. Now, her supple mounds were exposed and waiting for him to play with them. He cupped their weight in his palms, taking measure of their firmness and size before gently massaging his fingers into her flesh.

Her nipples darkened to a dusky rose, hardening before his eyes and he couldn't resist their allure any longer. His mouth watered as he latched onto one and sucked the nub hard between his lips. Tabby gasped and her hands flew up and pushed at him as the shock of the intense sensation caught her by surprise.

That wouldn't do, thought Marcus. She needed to learn to submit without resistance.

He released her nipple and sat up, scowling with displeasure at her. "Did I give you permission to touch me, pet?"

His admonishing tone startled her. "No, Sir." She withdrew her hands to her sides looking embarrassed.

"I don't want to bind you tonight, angel. Considering your history, that is something we will approach slowly. Nevertheless, I also can't allow you to disobey me. Reach above your head and hold onto the bars in the headboard, if you will."

Tabby stretched her arms over her head and groped for the vertical, iron bars inset into the heavy wood of his headboard.

"You are to hang onto to those until I give you permission to let go. If you let go before I say, I will stop what I am doing and you will receive five, barehanded spanks to your lovely ass. They will be punishment spanks, so I guarantee that you will not enjoy them. I know that we haven't discussed punishment but consider that your first lesson and warning. Nod if you understand."

Tabby nervously nodded.

"If something gets to be too much or is causing you real discomfort, you can use a safe word. Do you know what a safe word is, angel?" While he instructed Tabby, his hands had found their way back to her breasts and had resumed their massaging.

"Yes, Sir," she breathed heavily, the motions of his hands distracting her. "It's a word that I wouldn't normally use in the course of sexual activity. It's a safety word for me to use to halt the scene."

Marcus was impressed. "You've been doing some research, haven't you, pet?" he asked with pleasure.

Tabby blushed. "A little, Sir. I was...curious."

"Never be ashamed of being curious, love. Intelligence is a very sexy trait in a submissive. Ignorance is dangerous, so always be sure to educate yourself. For now, we will stick to Red for your safe word."

"Okay, Sir," she nodded in agreement.

He dropped his mouth back down onto her nipple, plucking at it with his teeth and making Tabby gasp and squirm beneath him. She loosened her grip on the iron bars and his gaze zeroed in on her hands. "You weren't thinking of letting go now were you, angel?" he murmured sexily.

Her grip automatically tightened and she shook her head. "No, Sir!" she blurted.

"Hmmm," he sucked at her other nipple. "Good girl."

Tabby moaned deeply as he put pressure on her nipple with his lip-covered teeth. He pinched it tightly and held the pressure, the stinging pain morphing into liquid heat that somehow shot directly to her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.

He released her and laughed. "Weren't expected that, were you?" he teased.

"No, Sir. It hurt at first, but then it didn't? I don't understand."

"Done correctly, angel, pain can transform into pleasure. The body is a very strange concoction of chemicals and hormones, but a wonderful toy to play with as well. You are going to learn first-hand, what an amazing a machine it is." He smiled wickedly at her and dropped kisses on the smooth planes of her belly until he reached the apex of her thighs.

"God damn," he groaned, breathing in a lungful of her powerful feminine aroma.

Her scent acted like an aphrodisiac on his brain, rousing his beast to full wakefulness. She smelled like sin. Hell, she smelled like all the sins that he ever dreamed about! That he was going to have a chance to make them all a reality excited him like a boy on Christmas morning. Now that he had her in his clutches, he knew with perfect certainty that he was never going to be able to let her go again because once his cock was inside her, she'd own a huge portion of his soul.

His gazed lingered on her thighs, squeezed together and hiding the treasure between them from his sight. He caressed the soft flesh and then wedged his hands between them and pushed outwards. "Open for me, angel. Show me what you hide from the rest of the world. I want to look at what belongs to me now."

Slowly, Tabby parted her legs, moving them with assistance from Marcus. He kept pressure on her until she had spread her legs wide enough to meet his approval. He leaned down and kissed the top of her bare mound then sat back and stared in rapt amazement at the precious thing he had been dreaming of for weeks. Seeing his focus glued to her most intimate place made Tabby blush a bright scarlet. In her embarrassment, her legs began to close and Marcus reacted swiftly, slapping her on her thigh and startling her.

He covered her pussy with his hand and glared at her. "This is MINE now. Do you understand? You are never to deny me access to what is mine, angel. If I want to do nothing more than look at you, then you will allow it and do it happily."

Marcus really wasn't angry, he was too fucking horny to be angry, but he needed her to understand the depths of the commitment she had entered into. She needed to understand that this wasn't a game. For Marcus and Cooper, this bond was a vital component to their life and that intense, all consuming commitment was the lifeblood that would sustain and nourish their relationship. Tabby was very new to their world and still had a lot to learn, but if she didn't get this basic tenet right away, then this lifestyle would not work for her.

Her legs slid back to where he had originally positioned them and he smiled at her. "Good girl. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was about to have a little snack."

Her eyes went wide as his head descended between her legs and she felt the moist heat of his slippery tongue slide along her outer folds in a long, luxurious lick. He looked up long enough to give her a greedy smile and parted her folds to exposure her juicy center. His tongue dived in and Tabby threw her head back into the pillow and let out a strangled squeak as pleasure exploded in her core.

Marcus hummed in delight. She tasted phenomenal; earthy, and salty, with a subtle sweetness that he couldn't quite define, but reminded him a bit like summer peaches. He decided that he could get happily drunk on her flavor and attacked her with his tongue; lapping up all the honeyed nectar leaking out of her.

Tabby moaned and cried out uncontrollably in between her frantic gasps for air but all Marcus did was give her an evil smile and redoubled his attack. Marcus watched her closely, bringing her to the very edge of orgasm, then backing off and letting the release slip away. He did this repeatedly, systematically breaking down her resistance and leaving her open for the next stage of his seduction.

Unable to speak coherently, Tabby thrashed her head and tried to grind her pussy on his mouth. She was seeking the friction of his tongue or his raspy beard, or anything that would trip the switch and allow her to cum before her brain exploded but Marcus annoyingly stayed just out of her reach. He laughed at her efforts, loving the way her pussy followed his mouth. Sufficiently aroused, he wasted no time taking his erotic torture to the next level, sealing his mouth over her swollen clitoris and making her shriek in surprise.

Her back arched off the bed, trying to escape his devilish mouth but he held her down and relentlessly nipped, sucked and licked the sensitive nerve bundle. Tabby writhed underneath him, her knuckles showing white from the tension that she was using to keep her hands in place. He made sure to graze his teeth over her clit while he flicked it with the tip of his tongue until Tabby finally gave him the thing he was trying to coax out of her.

She began to beg.