Page 37 of João
I didn’t speak Portuguese, so I wasn’t certain what it all meant, but I followed him because his gaze and his posture told me to.
João took his time as if this was a Sunday stroll after church, through the hallways of his house and up the stairs to the second floor. My feet sank into plush carpet and I was surprised at the flooring change. But right now, we were deep into my punishment, so I had no time to ask questions. My heart had stopped keeping its regular beat; a remix had taken over, leaving me breathless.
João finally opened a door, taking his sweet time, and gestured me in.
Indigo walls submerged me in another world. This was his sanctuary without having to be told. The scent of greenery outside assailed me. Potted plants and lush green leavesadorned the room from the middle of the wall down, hung from an intricate shelf system. I followed the interconnected drains down to a stone filtering contraption. Above the plants was beautiful black-and-white abstract art. All of the frames were shiny black and illuminated by spotlights.
A large mahogany bookcase had a plethora of books on the only wall that didn’t have plants. He already had a bookcase downstairs, so I wondered what was in there that was so precious. There was a reading nook with a large black recliner chair.
I incorrectly assumed he’d walk me into his sex room, but this wasn’t that. It was much more.
Every corner of the space screamed João; every piece of art, every knickknack, every book on the shelf. A shiver that had nothing to do with my pending punishment traveled through me. A sense of recognition and kinship.
“Stand by that corner.” João directed me toward the sex scene area, and I obediently walked there. When I stood where he pointed, warm light bathed my entire body.
“There. Gissy, do you know why I’m punishing you?” Master loomed over me, his delicious dark skin begging to be caressed. He noticed my eyes trailing down his arms and smirked. Well, that was not nice.
“For doing too much?”
“Nah. I mean, I expected that…kind of, but no, that is not why I’m punishing you.” He stared at me, his eyes penetrating deeper than I was ready to admit. In the back of my thoughts, I understood what this was about, but for some reason I really hoped he’d forgotten. Of course, he hadn’t. His lush lips spread on a kind smile, a knowing one, and he nodded, then turned around and opened a hidden drawer in the wall next to me. From it he pulled out some type of spreader bar with cuffs on theends of the adjustable stainless steel item, and something that look like a mini microphone on a stand.
In silence, Master assembled the items with a remarkable patience that frayed my over-excited nerves.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what this is. This is a special spreader bar I had custom-made.” He pulled the bar to his liking, then, with a satisfied nod, he turned back to me.
“Let’s see that pretty shift from this morning.”
My heart thumped and my hands sped to do his bidding even before my brain could fully process the request. In our negotiations, he had been clear about his no-sex rule. He didn’t fuck his subs. And because of our history, he’d doubled down with me even more.“No passionate kissing. No sex outside of me using toys on you.”
I’d pushed back, wanting more, wanting this to be as close as my dreams, my hidden desires for him and me, but Master was a resolute man.
Removing my dress, I hoped against hope that he’d changed his mind, knowing better. Fabric grazed my skin as I fought to contain myself. My hands shook as I pushed the dress down my hips, my heart pumping; there was no way he couldn’t hear it standing so close.
“Boa menina,” Master whispered when I stood again in my satin teddy. “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart. There, just like that.” He knelt in front of me with his two contraptions, and suddenly I began to understand what was supposed to happen.
“Master…I’ll be?—”
“Nah, menina, it’s too late. I told you clearly what was the order of the day. Before you came to see me, you had to have called your mom. Checked in on her. This argument between you…it don’t need to last, and you agreed you’d like help with finding a way to forgiving her. But here you are, in my house,and no call has been made. So we starting on the wrong foot, Gissy….and I don’t like disobedience. Do you understand?”
My breath hitched in my chest. I couldn’t fully take in air. My circulatory system was going haywire. A throng of butterflies invaded my stomach. I nodded my understanding. Because I wanted this. No…I coveted this. Not the punishment, but the correction. The guidance, the releasing of control I’d never had been able to achieve.
“Yes, Master João, I understand. I made a mistake. I thought I could ease into that part of the rituals.”
“But did you tell me that?” His eyebrow lifted, a slightly surprised look I wasn’t expecting to see.
“I…no. This is all very new to me, Master.”
“Oh, so this is new, so you need guidance, but that is not how you have moved today. How are you gonna embrace your submission to me if you pick and choose what you want to do?”
I abhorred disappointing people. I’d grown out of many of my people-pleasing tendencies, but Master somehow knew exactly where to hit where it would cause the most pain. He didn’t need a paddle.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Tears threatened to coalesce in my eyes and I stared up at the amber spotlights above me.
“I know you are, but the punishment is happening anyway,” he said with such gentleness, as if he was also loath to go through with it. Kneeling in front of me, his heat kissing my skin as he approached me, he quickly placed the bar on my legs. Master grabbed the other contraption and with elegant efficiency, he finished his work.
As slowly as he knelt in front of me, he stood back up, leaving almost no space between us.
“Now you’re gonna write for meI’ll call my momuntil I tell you to stop, okay?”
