His Exquisite Control: The Exquisite Collection, #4

Chapter 1

Darkness veiled the room as I rose from the fog of sleep. The barest twilight peeked from between the edges of the curtains. Sometime in the deep hours of the night, Mr. Andrews had moved me from my position at his feet, where I napped, to the soft cushion at the end of his bed. Now, as the morning broke above the edge of the windowsill, I was restless.

In the attached bathroom, the shower beat against the walls, punctuated with periodic groans. I imagined what it would be like to offer to bathe Mr. Andrews and closed my eyes as the images played out in my head. In response, my hands moved in undulating motions across my body until one engulfed my right breast and the other toyed with the edge of my clit. He whispered soft commands, and I moaned against the physical pleasure while bracing for the mental torment. With each scene, my body responded, and my hands drove me closer to orgasm. Everything in me longed to hear him demand that I come as the pleasure built to an almost excruciating wave. It loomed over me without cresting, and my frustration increased.

Pet, stop moving, Mr. Andrews commanded, his voice just above a whisper.

My mind struggled to make out his words as I surfaced from the erotic daydream. The shower was no longer running, and I froze in horror at the realization that his voice was real. 

Property, while intelligent and capable, is not in control of the corporeal form in which it is held, he said almost casually. Thus, you are trespassing on the very idea you’ve begged to experience. 

My pussy throbbed between my shaking legs. His voice did nothing to lower my waking need. My chest heaved, and my eyes flew open, and he stood above me with only a large bath towel slung around his waist. Mr. Andrews bent down and threw back the covers to reveal my treacherous hands.

I see we will have to implement disciplinary measures during certain hours when you are out of my sight. A few nights in cuffs, bound to the leg of my bed will remind you that your body is no longer your own, if today goes well, he said, a look of disappointment marring his face. Now, go take a shower. When you are done, return to this room without covering and bend over my bed. Are these instructions clear, girl?

Yes, Sir, I whispered. 

I’m unsure I heard your response. Do I need to employ a voice coach to ensure better articulation and diaphragm control? 

No, Sir, I forced out louder. 

Much better, pet. Now get your ass moving. I was going to allow you to sleep for another hour, but you are obviously energetic enough to start the day. 

I released my hands from their frozen position and pushed myself from the floor. 

Crawl, he stated before I could stand. 

Guilt washed over me as I moved toward the floor. The warmth of shame radiated off me as I crawled to the bathroom. When I crossed the threshold, the shower turned on, and steam seeped under the door.

Pushing off the floor, I undressed and stepped under the cascading water. It was the perfect temperature before it faded into an uncomfortable coolness. With haste, I pressed the container on the wall marked for bath gel and slathered it across my body. It hummed in response to my unrealized completion, but the cool water kept my hands at bay as the temperature continued to descend. Finally, I worked my hair into a deep lather. By the time I turned to rinse, the water was frigid. My breath caught in my chest as it sluiced down my back after running through my hair.

Complete with the basic grooming requirements, I stepped out of the shower and ran a towel across the water which ran in rivulets down my body. Around me, the air cooled into a brisk breeze, and I took the subtle hint. Gathering my clothes, I placed the towel on the rack and stepped out of the bathroom. In an attempt to delay the inevitable, I set my clothes on the cushion at the end of the bed.

Across the room, Mr. Andrews watched me in a full-length mirror as he wrapped the fabric of his tie around his throat. Bracing myself, I took a settling breath and lay my body across the end of the bed.

There was no hurry in Mr. Andrews’ movements as he continued to dress. 

Shoulders down, Lexus. Head turned away from me. Feet flat on the floor with your legs straight and your knees soft. Hands reaching above your head. Your body will form a right angle due to your flexibility as a dancer and the height of the bed. Make no mistake, girl, I demand perfection, he said as he raised an eyebrow. 

I turned my head and faced the other way. My stomach clenched and my heart raced as I moved into the desired position. The cold leg muscles protested the stretch when I placed my arms above my head.

The soft brush of fabric across my ass startled me. So absorbed in getting the position correct, I’d failed to notice his movements. 

Since your shower was not terribly warm, I wanted to ensure your skin was enlivened after the small ordeal, he said, moving his hand down the curve of my ass. It would be better if your skin was unblemished for your inspection later, but the Regent will understand the situation when your red ass is revealed, marked with my handprint.

The hard smack punctuated his words without warning. The blows continued to rain down until I could no longer hold the position. Tears flowed freely down my face, but I forced myself not to beg him to stop. I’d demanded this situation, and I refused to let it end without seeing it all the way through.

As suddenly as it started, it stopped, and his hand brushed over my ass to soothe the abused skin.

This morning you’ve learned a valuable set of lessons. Let’s hope they only need to be taught once, he whispered against my ear as he stepped back and walked across the room. 

I lay there in silent heaves, processing the morning. Fear mixed with pain, which increased the need between my legs. If it weren’t for the fire raging across the skin of my ass, I would almost be amused at the odd predicament.

Chapter 2

"L ift your body off the duvet cover, then slide to the floor and crawl to the position marked over the red chip. Upon your arrival in place, you will kneel. Knees wide, hands crossed at the wrist behind your back, chin level, and shoulders down," he ordered, and it echoed across the room. 

The shift in tone raked against me. I was unused to his direct formality. Even in our most intense interactions, there was a softness. Here, it was almost undetectable. Fearing the lack of recourse in my hesitation, I slipped from the bed and moved across the room in a sensual crawl. In the center of the sitting area was a red poker chip, and I centered my body over it as I took the required position. 

Knees wider. It shows your trust and open vulnerability for the person who put you in this position, no matter who else is in the room. Make a mental note, there will be no difference in the attitude or posture based on the state of your body, be it nude or dressed. The hands are crossed at the wrist in a symbolic nod to the bondage of your contract. One which you demanded to pursue, he said as he circled me and tapped my knees with the end of a thin cane. 

I rotated my hips forward and pressed my bottom toward the floor as my knees slipped across the carpet. 

Your shoulders are to be relaxed and rotated back to prove you are comfortable, both with the display of your body and the directions given, he said and tapped across the top of my shoulders until they lowered to his desired level. 

My muscles burned in the new position. While it might have appeared relaxed visually, it was far from a comfortable posture.

Stomach muscles tight to hold your spine erect, he said as he tapped against my lower back. If you hold your body correctly, then your breasts will jut forward without further effort.

With each breath, my shoulders rose, and he tapped the cane against them. 

Your breath comes from your diaphragm. It is an active breath which will not cause a rise and fall of the upper body, he instructed and continued to tap areas until I knelt in his perfected form.

Good, girl. You will hold this posture for ten minutes while we continue the lesson. In any instant where it is necessary for me to correct your posture, you will add one cane stroke, without warm-up, to your already fiery bottom, he said and stood in front of me. 

Yes, Sir. 

In all positions, your gaze will remain forward, unless otherwise instructed to drop it to the floor or look up at the person issuing the commands, he continued as he sat down in the chair. Without moving your head or adjusting your posture, look at me. 

Mr. Andrews was positioned to my left, and I strained to meet his gaze. 

This position is a wide kneel. Its corresponding hand signal is two fingers pointed to the floor. Like this, he explained as he positioned his fingers to correspond. The fingers are opened in a V to signify the position or your knees. Thus, a wide kneeling position. When you are given the command to ‘Kneel wide’ or the hand signal, you will immediately place yourself into this position, no matter where you are or what you are doing.

Yes, Sir, I responded, trying to absorb the information.

Shoulders down, Lexus, he commented. That is one.

I immediately dropped my shoulders and mentally ran through each part of my body.

The next position you will need for today is called Inspection. It is basic enough you should not need to practice it. Simple in its form. You stand tall, shoulders down and back, hands crossing behind your head, and elbows raised toward the ceiling. Feet are shoulder-width apart and eyes forward. This position allows access to every part of you. It's used to inspect your body, check your arousal, or even play with your various parts.

The longer I held my position, the more my body ached. Hours of dancing did not prepare me for skills necessary to hold stagnant positions. I longed to move but refused to give in to the urge. 

Chin up, girl. You show your pride of place when your chin is up with a well-formed posture. These positions are pleasing to the eye while they remind you to keep your attention on the task at hand. Holding a position may appear menial, but if I placed you to hold a tray across your back where several people placed their drinks, the slip of your attention could mean disaster while causing me embarrassment and all those around you to lose their possibly expensive drinks, he warned. 

For the first time, I wondered about the world into which I’d stepped. Gone were the sloppy interactions and easy flow. It equated to being in a demanding ballet class and seeking perfection as they threw new choreography at you. The familiarity in the thought settled me, and I focused on my body. 

In addition, you will be a valuable asset if you hear everything while hearing nothing within every setting in which you are in attendance. 

I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion.

"You are free to ask the question, Lexus. This position does not prevent it