"We’re back," he whispered.
"Oh man." I sat up and stretched, looking out at the ocean. "I can’t believe I nodded off on you."
"It’s only 3:00," he said opening the door. "Come inside for a little while."
I put my bags in my car and then followed him into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs that had once seemed so ominous and into the large room overlooking the ocean.
"You can freshen up in my bathroom," he said going into the kitchen. "I’ll make us something to drink."
On the way into the bathroom, I looked at the bed where we Brad had taken me for the first time, tied to the headboard with his tie. Already I was longing to be tied up and powerless again.
When I returned to the living room, Brad was placing a tray of iced tea and glasses on the table and motioned me toward him. He had removed his shirt and wearing only his shorts.
"Let’s get back to protocol, shall we?" He started unbuttoning my dress.
"I thought I was leaving."
"Not just yet." He took my dress to the closet and hung it carefully on a wooden hanger.
"Sit," he said, nodding to the chair I usually sat in.
I sat with my legs apart, feet placed next to the chair legs as if I were bound, as he had taught me. My hands hung loosely at my sides while he poured the tea. He handed me a glass and then pulled his chair up facing me so that his knees were between mine.
"To a lovely weekend," he said, touching my glass.
"Yes, thank you for taking me."
He watched my face while I drank, and I wondered if he was trying to read my mind.
"Do you have any questions?"
"About what?"
"About anything. You seem to be having trouble with something."
"No, I’m fine."
He watched me for a moment, and I could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t believe me.
"I know I’ve said this before, but I’m really glad you went with me."
"Me too."
"I wanted to give you a taste of the different levels and types of submission and dominance that exist. What I hoped you would realize is that you can chose to submit to a level that is comfortable for you. Then find a partner who is drawn to that level of submission."
"Are you drawn to me." I looked down at my tea, afraid of his answer. There was a deafness to the silence as I waited for his answer.
"Like a magnet."
Brad stood and walked behind my chair, leaving his glass on the table. He unfastened the collar he had put on me the day we arrived at Warren’s and removed it from my neck. I touched the bare skin as he came back and sat in front of me, holding the collar in the palm of his hand. I stared at the pendant and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Talk to me Joni." Brad bent down and looked up into my face.
"I feel lost." I started to cry and covered my face with my hands. "I don’t know who I belong to anymore."
"Right now, you belong to you, Joni." Brad stroked my arms and thighs as I cried. "When you give yourself to someone, it is always by choice. Just like you gave yourself to me this weekend."
"I just don’t know what to do," I sobbed.
"Joni, stop. Listen to me. You’re trying to make a choice between your old life and your new one. No one has asked you do to that. No one is making you decide that today. Give yourself time to figure out what you want."
I wiped the tears from my face and stared at his hand. I touched the gold pendant with his emblem on it.
"This will always be here for you, Joni." He lifted my face to look at him. "Always."
"Will you hold me?" I whispered.
"Come here." He stood from his chair and pulled me into his arms, holding me tighter than he had ever held me. He kissed my forehead and when I turned my face toward him, he kissed my lips. The soft, sweet kiss turned hard and passionate as I responded to him.
"If you keep this up," he spoke between kisses. "I’ll have to take you again before you leave."
I pressed against his cock to let him know I wanted him to. I needed the reassurance of his dominance before I left.
"All right, you." He took my hand and led me down the hall to his bed. "Lie in the middle and grab the rails above your head."
He dropped his shorts and put a condom on before climbing between my legs.
"Don’t let go."
He parted my legs and pushed his cock inside of me as he covered me with his body.
"Yes," I cried out, as his cock filled me.
I gripped the rails as he bit at my nipples and thrust his cock in deeper. He was being rough and I twisted beneath him, but didn’t let go. He was lost in his own passion, bruising my lips with his kisses and biting at my neck.
"Take me," I whispered, feeling his need build.
He growled like an animal as he reached beneath my thigh and pulled my leg up so he could plunge his cock deeper.
"Give it to me..." The expression on his face became contorted as he started to come. He kissed me hard as each thrust of his cock shook him as he came inside of me. He pulled my arms down and held my hands in his as his kisses became softer and lathered over my face and neck.
"Look what you do to me," he sighed.
"The feeling is mutual."
He rolled over on his back and his cock hung limp to the side, the condom filled with his ejaculate and sperm. I pulled it off gently and took it to the bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth.
"Thank you," he whispered, as I gently washed his cock and returned it to the bathroom.
"My pleasure, Sir." He smiled as I snuggled up next to him.
When he drifted off to sleep, I went to the living room and opened the closet to retrieve my dress. I watched him breath from the hallway as I buttoned each button. As much as I wanted to stay, I knew it was time to go.
The sun reflected off the pendant as I turned toward the door. I walked over and held it in my hand for a moment and then left it lay on the table. I felt comfort knowing it would be there for me if I decided to return.
I looked up at Brad’s house as I drove away. Who would have known what kind of man lived there? Who would have known what kind of pleasures could be had behind those walls. It made me look at each house in a new way, including my own when I drove up into the driveway.