Inside the Hotel Bentmoore: Training Ella

HE SCANNED THE HORIZON, SHIELDING his eyes from the glaring sun with both hands. He was standing in a square field of short green grass right below a knobby hill. To his right was the private pool, from where he had just come; to his left was the abandoned barn.

Mr. Cox continued his scan of the area.

He was hunting, but to his consternation, his prey was nowhere to be seen. He had caught sight of her at the private pool, bending over next to one of the sturdy lounge chairs, dripping water, glistening in the sunlight. She was drying off her lithe legs with a thick white towel, but somehow, she had detected his covert approach, spotted him in the distance, and had made a run for it before he was in range of capture.

Now, much to his confusion, she had disappeared.

Mr. Cox knew these parts better than almost anyone—or at least, he thought he did. So where had she gone?

There was only one place for her to go, he decided. He headed off toward the barn.

From his direction, it was easier for him to follow the path to the front entrance. He stopped when he saw the wide red barn door, wavering and swinging back and forth in the breeze.

She was there.

Mr. Cox took heavy footsteps toward the door, making as much noise as possible with his feet. Then he grabbed the shaky door and slammed it shut. But he hadn’t walked through it first; he waited on the outside.

He didn’t have to wait long. As soon as the bang of the door rent the air, his prey bolted out of her hiding place behind the corner of the barn, trying to make a run for it. She thought he was inside the barn, looking for her.

She was silly for thinking she could outsmart him.

Mr. Cox was well within range this time, and caught her on the edge of the field.

He brought her down hard, tackling her to the ground, bellowing like an animal. Stunned by the crash, she screamed and tried to brace herself before she hit the ground; but as soon as she was down, she began to fight, struggling to escape his arms and make another run for it.

Mr. Cox was not about to let that happen. Gripping her tight, he stood up with her in his arms. When she continued to tussle, he moved one hand up to dig into her hair and pull brutally. Instantly, she stopped struggling.

“Back to the barn,” he ordered her, his breath blowing over her face like soft silk dragged over ragged stone. “Move.”

She moved, taking tiny steps in his arms. He opened the creaky barn door wide, making sure to keep a tight hold on her hair, and as soon as they were through, he pulled the door shut behind them with another bang.

Before she could think of struggling again, he was pulling off her damp bathing suit, peeling it off her moist skin with hard yanks, forcing her to twist this way and that so it wouldn’t tear.

“I ought to flay you bloody for running from me,” he growled once the bathing suit was off. “Get against the pillar. Go!” He pushed her forward without letting go of her hair, and she stumbled into the cement column.

She thought he would have to leave her for a moment to get some rope to tie her up. She debated whether she should try to make another run for it; but the question became moot when he stepped around the column, grabbed both her hands, and cuffed them together using a pair of metal handcuffs he had pulled out of his pocket.

Now she would get it.

As she rested her cheek against the coarse cement, her lips curved up in a shaky smile. She had been caught faster than she planned…but she had been caught, which was exactly what she wanted.

The first flick of the flogger was a painful surprise. The second made her gasp. But she was soon relaxing against the pillar, only jerking now and then when she felt a particularly vicious strike, feeling very much subdued.

He flogged her with an easy rhythm for a while, warming her back and ass, lulling her into calm repose. Then he began to put more force into every strike, snapping the tails of the flogger into her flesh with quick flicks of his wrist, and listening to her cry out. Soon, she was trying to twist her body away from him, screeching in pain.

He stopped when her back and ass were a grid of angry red lines, and she was trembling with strain.

“Shall I beat you bloody?” He asked, his lips right next to her ear. His warm breath tickled her prickling skin, and she shivered.

“No, Sir, please,” she begged him. “Don’t do that.”

“Then how will you make it up to me, that little chase you put on to make me find you? Mmm, let me think…will you get down on your knees and suck my cock?”

“Yes,” she nodded her head. “Yes, Sir. Please, let me suck your cock.”

“Very well then.”

He came around, unlocked the cuffs, and forced her down on her knees before him. Then he unbuckled his pants and yanked them down.

“Suck me off,” he hissed, “and thank me for being so kind.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for being so kind to me. Thank you for allowing me to suck your cock.”

She took his cock in her hand and pointed it out toward her mouth, lowering her face on it like it was the most delicious looking thing in the world. Mr. Cox inhaled sharply as he looked down and watched his prick disappear into her soft pink lips and her hot, tight mouth.

She slid him down her tongue, gliding him towards her throat, removing her hand from his cock so she could get her lips all the way down the base. When his cock was down the back of her tongue, she stopped, and took a breath; then she sank down on him, pushing him into her throat.

Mr. Cox moaned in delight. He wiggled his hips, rubbing his cock against the velvety tissues of her throat, relishing in her struggle to hold still. When her brows furrowed and she moved to pull away, he dug his hands into her hair and held her still for just a moment, just long enough to sense her desperation to breathe. Then he let her go, and she pulled off him completely, taking deep, ragged breaths.

He gave her a moment to recover before he grabbed her head and pulled her on him again, hard, pushing his thick cock right down her gullet and making her eyes widen in fear. He pulled back halfway, letting her airway open up, but not giving her full liberty of his prick. He slammed her head back down his shaft, holding her head against his groin as she pushed against his legs in a weak attempt to get away.

Within moments, he was fucking her face, holding it tight in his hands and jerking it up and down his ramming hips, using her mouth like a tight, wet, luscious cunt. She held her mouth open to him, letting him pound his hard tool into her face and cram it down her throat without hindrance. Drool dripped down her lips, and her eyes squeezed shut; but she offered him no resistance as he used her mouth for his own pleasure.

She was afraid he would come in her mouth, and make her wait for her own orgasm. But he pulled away, popping free of her mouth, and ordered her to bend down. As soon as she did, he stepped up behind her, aimed his rigid cock, and rammed it right into her needy cunt. She moaned in delight.

He pounded into her pussy just as hard as he did her face, with brutal, quick, gorging thrusts. She spread her knees and raised her ass, offering him better access. He grabbed her around the hips and held her still, plowing deep, getting rich groans of pleasure from the pummeled woman.

Soon, she was coming with wild abandon, letting out a series of high-pitched cries with each crashing wave of ecstasy. Her wet pussy contracted around his long prick, and with each spasm, she drew him in, gripping his cock like a vise and rippling down his hard shaft.

Her squeezing orgasm was his undoing, and he came as well, pounding into her contracting pussy and letting go of his raging lust with the cry of a savage beast.

He held himself still inside her until he was done shooting his load. Once he was done, he pulled out of her slowly, letting his shrinking cock fall away from her dripping cunt.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder, grinning like a happy puppy.

“Hello, Ella,” he said, grinning back at her. “It’s nice to see you again. How’ve you been?”

They relaxed on the mattress for a while, catching up, talking about mundane things. Then Ella grew pensive.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Oh, yes. Furious. Livid—can’t you tell?”

“I’m serious.”

“You mind telling me what I’m supposed to be angry at you for?”

“You told me to never come back.” Her lip quivered.

“Oh. That.” He sighed as he squeezed her into the crook of his arm. “Well, that was wrong of me, and I’m sorry about that.”

“I thought, at the time, I understood why you said it. Now I’m not so sure.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does!” She sat up and gazed at him. “Did Mr. Bentmoore tell you why I’m here?”

“We had a conversation, yes.” His jaw clenched as his mind flashed back to that morning…the first time he had ever shouted at his boss.

I can’t believe you’d ask her to work here, his voice had boomed. You know what kind of woman she is. You know what will happen to her if she works here!

I had no choice when I learned you’d told her about the Martins, Mr. Bentmoore had replied, his own voice threatening. You forced my hand.

Bullshit, Mr. Cox had thrown back. I never gave her names or details—and you know she’d never say a word in any case!

And you knew what you were doing when you told her—you told me that yourself.

Things were different then, Mr. Cox had whispered. Now….

Mr. Bentmoore had scoffed at him. Now, what? This hotel still has a reputation to uphold, Cox. I did what I had to do. Once Miss Peterson accepts her position, I can have her sign a non-disclosure agreement, and that’ll be it.

Cox had paused at this point, trying to think up a way out. How do you know she’ll take the job? He’d finally asked, knowing he was grasping at straws and hating every second of it. She might be happy wherever she is. She might turn your offer down.

I don’t think so. Mr. Bentmoore’s reply had been confident. Believe me, I’ve made it worth her while.

Mr. Cox had stormed out of his boss’s office at that point, feeling like an animal caught in a bear trap.

Now, seeing Ella again after so long, and holding her secure in his arms, he couldn’t find the strength to be angry. But he knew, beyond a doubt, that all the rationale he’d used to ask her to stay away still held true.

“Since you’re here, I’m assuming you told Mr. Bentmoore you’d take the job,” he said.

“Yes, I did.”

“I’m asking you to reconsider.”

Her lip began to quiver again. “Why? Why don’t you want me here? Am I that much of a bother to you? You can’t bear the thought of seeing my face in the hallways now and then?”

“Goddamn it, Ella, no.” He leaned his head on a balled fist. “I’ve always asked you to be honest with me, so I’m going to be honest with you. We both know what kind of woman you are—strong, confident,”—he brought her eyes back to his with a finger under her chin when she tried to look away—“and a woman with an incredible spirit to submit. But you need to be taken down before you submit, and…goddamnit, Ella, when you submit, it’s…it’s beautiful. It’s like breaking a butterfly out of its cocoon, and watching it fly free.”

He paused then, looking away himself. “If you work here, this place will change you. Maybe not right away—you’ll be able to fake it for a while. But eventually, you’ll find a guest who’ll be able to tell you’re holding back. He’ll want your full submission, and he’ll break you to get it. I don’t want to see that happen.”

Ella pulled back from him, upset. “You always told me my submission isn’t a weakness. That I’ll always get to decide who I give it to.”

“That’s true.”

“Then do you think me so weak that I’d let someone force me to give them my submission?”

“No. I think once you surrender to a man, when you yield to him and become his prey, you’ll do it freely.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Mr. Cox scowled. “The problem is, I can’t just stand back and watch you offer your submission to someone else besides me!” He stood up and looked down at her with fire in his eyes. “When you left the hotel, I knew you’d end up with some Dom who would have to earn the right to call you his. And that was okay, that was fine, because I knew it was what was best for you. But it was happening out there, where I didn’t have to watch it happening. You can’t ask me to stand back and watch you pleasure man after man, fulfill their fantasies, and make me constantly wonder if that’s the guy who manages to take what’s in here.” He pointed to her heart. “I don’t care about you fucking other guys…but to know one of them might manage to see the real you, the animal inside you, the part of you that I…no. I can’t do it, Ella. I’m begging you, please don’t ask me.”

He turned away from her. Ella stared at his back in surprise.

“Cox,” she said gently, “did Mr. Bentmoore tell you which job he offered me?”

Mr. Cox’s turned back, his brows creased in confusion. “I assumed it was to become a new mistress of the hotel….”

“No, Cox.” Ella shook her head. “Mr. Bentmoore asked me to head up the international PR department.”

“What?”

“I’ll be travelling all over the world, meeting with executives, VIPs—in very discreet circles, of course. Mr. Bentmoore says he wants to ‘spread the Hotel Bentmoore influence.’ He says I have the right background and expertise for the job.”

“So you wouldn’t be…?”

“No. I wouldn’t be.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Mr. Cox smiled and looked away. “Why that crafty old son of a bitch…you never even told him I told you about the Martins, did you?”

This time, it was Ella’s turn to look surprised. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head, chagrined. He grew quiet for a moment, thinking. “Look, Ella, you should still take some time to think about this,” he finally blurted. “You’ve been away from this place for barely two months. That’s not enough time for you to see what else is out there—”

“I think you mean who else is out there,” Ella said as realization crept in. “You didn’t want me attaching myself to you, the first guy who got me to surrender myself. You wanted me to go out there, and have new experiences with other men.”

“Yeah. I was trying to do what was best for you.”

“How noble,” she sneered. “Telling me to go outside and play, like I’m a little girl bored with her dolls. What a high opinion you must have of me.”

“God damn it, Ella.”

“You’ll be happy to know, I tried to work things out with the producer. We had another go of it.”

“You did?” His eyes narrowed. “What happened?”

She shrugged. “It didn’t work out. We had a fun time in bed—he was very happy to find out about all the things I’d learned while I was here. But he wasn’t interested in the kind of relationship I want. I wanted him to take more control all the time, not just in the bedroom. It turned out, he wasn’t much of a fulltime Dom. He wasn’t much of a Sadist, either.”

“Oh. That’s, um, that’s too bad.”

She sighed. “It happens. I know what I want now, the kind of commitment I need from a guy. Thanks to you, I’m not willing to settle for anything less.” She gave him a piercing stare. “Look, Cox, I’m taking Mr. Bentmoore’s offer. This job is an opportunity of a lifetime, and I’m not going to pass it up. So the question is, what are you going to do about it?”

He stepped in front of her and delved his fingers into her glorious hair. “I’m not a kind man, Ella. I’m not going to shower you with pretty words of love.”

“I know.”

“Life with me won’t be easy. People around here call me an asshole. I’ve earned the title.”

She smiled. “I know that, too.”

His face grew tight. “We’ll hardly have a traditional relationship. I’m going to be working here, doing what I’ve always done. You know what that means. Will you be okay with it?”

“As long as I know that I’m special. That I hold a part of you in here.” She pressed her hand over his chest, right above his heart.

“Oh, fuck yes, Ella.”

Ella’s smile was radiant; then her expression turned somber. “I’m going to be travelling a lot. I’ll be meeting with some very important clients, all over the world. You’ll be in charge, but you’re not going to be able to micromanage my life. Are you okay with that?”

He held her cheek and smiled, his eyes bright. “Princess, I’ll be your number one fan, cheering you on. I’ll be the proudest Dom in the world—just as long as no matter where you go, you remember who is master.”

“Master, huh?” She leaned her face into his palm. “Then can I be slave?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Sounds good to me, too.” She closed her eyes, pressing her face into his hand, and sighed with pleasure. “You’re right, we’ll hardly have a traditional relationship. We won’t even have a conventional Master/slave relationship.”

“Like I always say, the dynamics of a relationship are up to the people in it.”

“True,” she grinned. “But I would still like a collar. Something tasteful, something that I can wear all the time, no matter the company I’m in.”

“That, princess, can be arranged.”

“And everything else…rules, protocols….”

“We have time. We’ll figure all that out. But I’d appreciate it if you’d shut up now.”

“Why?”

He stopped her mouth with a kiss. By the time he broke his lips away, Ella was in a daze.

“Oh,” she said.

“Yeah, oh.”

He smiled and tried to kiss her again, but this time, Ella broke away.

“Count to ten,” she said.

“What? Why…?” As understanding set in, he lifted his brows in surprise. “You’re completely naked,” he reminded her.

“I don’t care. Nobody’s out there to see me, and if there is, well, we’ll put on a show. Come on, Cox. Count to ten.”

“I think you mean ‘Master, please count to ten.’”

Ella’s smile was huge. “Master, please count to ten.”

Cox seemed to take a moment to think about it; then he began to count, articulating his words loudly. “One…two…”

Ella, naked and glorious, ran out of the barn.

Mr. Cox made it all the way to seven. Then he ran after her.

And the chase was on.