The Guardian(18)

Each morning, I had to study my new rules for a bit and discuss them with him until he was sure that I understood their meaning. Then we’d head down to the private beach for a swim, that’s if he didn’t bend me over a piece of furniture and fuck me like a madman.

It was getting easier for me to take him, though I don’t think I’d ever be able to take all of him all of the time. Still, I wouldn’t trade that sweet pain I always felt after one of our love making sessions for anything in the world.

“We’ll go back soon I promise.”

I noticed that we were taking a different turn off than the one we usually took from the airport. “Where are we going?” I looked out the window to get an idea of where we were headed.

“I have another surprise for you.”

I would’ve asked what it was but I’d learned in the last two weeks that I must wait until he told me. He was a stickler for those rules of his, and surprisingly I wasn’t finding it too hard to follow. Instead of the restricted feeling I’d expected, it felt downright liberating not to have to know everything and make every decision on my own. Plus he was so good at it, always knowing what I wanted or needed, sometimes even before I asked.

He’d introduced me to what he called kink; the first time he blindfolded me and tied me to the bed I panicked, until he soothed my fears and talked me through it, reminding me that I trusted him and telling me how much I pleased him.

He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of me the whole time we were there; and he constantly told me how beautiful I was, it was enough to turn my head. Who was I kidding? My head had been turned a long time ago.

When we weren’t wrapped around each other making love, he was teaching me about my new life. It wasn’t just rules and jewelry I learned, it was a way of life, something he said he took very seriously and that I needed to as well so that our life together would run smoothly.

It didn’t seem to be much different in my estimation, to what had always been; the only difference being that now he had the right to spank my ass if I got out of line or worst. I didn’t have to call him master or sir, but I sure was expected to treat him accordingly.

I’d seen the real Zared there on that island, the true man that he’d kept hidden from his ward and I loved every minute of it. The truth was that more often than not, I was the one seeking him out. Just one look at that tattoo on his chest, or his tight ass when he walked around naked, and I was doing anything and everything to get him to fuck me.

We’d had the most amazing time and I was getting comfortable with my new life, except for one little slip-up on my part.

Once while away, we’d gone out to dinner and there’d been a young waiter about my age, who’d stuck up a conversation with me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, it was just my usual way to flirt, and Zared hadn’t let on that it bothered him.

Not until we got back to the villa that night and he let his displeasure be known. My first clue was the silence on the way in the car, which tipped me off to the fact that he had been rather quiet at dinner that night.

“Zared is something wrong?” It was the first time since we’d been here that I felt that rift and it made m stomach hurt. I noticed then that he wasn’t holding my hand or clasping me leg the way he was in the habit of doing when we were together.

His continued silence only heightened my anxiety and I started to fidget in my seat. Then suddenly he spoke, as if he’d had to calm himself before doing so. “Did you think it would pleasure me to have you flirt with another male in my presence?”

I had that deer in the headlights things going again and I felt sick fear claw up my throat. “I didn’t mean anything by it I just…”

“What is rule number one?”

I hung my head in shame because it was true. I had done it on purpose, not really to get a rise out of him, but maybe out of habit. “To only do that which I know pleases my master.” My answer came out soft and filled with shame.

“Do not call me your master since you have no knowledge or understanding of the word.” For some reason that cut me very deep, you would think as new as I was to it, that I wouldn’t mind giving that up. Even though I wasn’t in the habit of calling him that outside of bed, I was getting into the habit of calling him sir.

But hearing him take it away in that calm distant way made me feel like I’d lost something precious. I was already close to tears by the time we got inside and once there it only got worst. He’d removed my collar and my anklet and then taken me to a guestroom to sleep.

I think I cried harder and longer that night than at any other time since or before the death of my parents. He’d kept my jewels for tow whole days, and it was only the third day when he’d had me write out my infraction over and over until it was drilled into me that I was never to even think of doing that shit again that he relaxed his stance and I was allowed back in his bed.