The Chalet

by Tara Sue Me

  room, reading. He looked up as I entered, his green eyes traveling over every inch of me, never glancing away. I took a seat beside him and my heart rate increased as he slipped a hand into my hair and pulled me close for a kiss.

  “You smell incredible and you look sexy as hell,” he said against my lips.

  “You’re not bad yourself,” I replied. He’d changed out of his suit and now wore the old jeans that hugged his ass and a tee shirt that similarly hugged his abs—my favorite outfit for him.

  He pulled away and settled his back against the couch. “I had a call today from Simon.”

  “Oh?” Simon had moved into the area years ago and was part of our BDSM group. He, like Nathaniel, was a Dominant.

  “He’s met someone online and she’s relatively inexperienced. He was wondering if they could come over on Saturday.”

  Before getting pregnant with Henry, we’d started mentoring couples. Years ago, my weekend with Nathaniel’s old mentor and his wife, had helped me so much. I wanted to do the same for new submissives. But after getting pregnant and in particular, after giving birth, there hadn’t been much mentoring going on.

  Without thinking, I stroked my bare neck, missing the long, intense playroom sessions that lasted all weekend. These days they were just about as likely to happen as me getting forty-five uninterrupted minutes to make dinner.

  “I’m probably the one in need of a mentor session,” I joked. “It’s so long between our scheduled dates.”

  Nathaniel didn’t laugh. “I miss the way we used to be, Abby.”

  “I know . . . me, too,” I murmured.

  He leaned forward and studied me silently for a few seconds. “Is everything all right?”

  “Yes, everything’s fine. Just life happening.”

  “I wonder when we decided ‘fine’ was an acceptable way to live?” He took my right hand and twisted the ring there. The one he’d given me on our wedding day that symbolized his dominance over me. “I wonder if once a month is enough? I miss seeing you kneel before me, wearing only my collar, waiting for me to decide how I’ll use you.”

  “Nathaniel.”

  “Shhh.” His finger traced my lips and brushed the hollow of my throat. “You miss it, too. You know you do. The way you yield your body to me, longing for the release you know I’ll give.”

  I didn’t even attempt to argue. I knew for a fact how many times I’d nearly begged him to take me over his knees and spank me during the week. There was something soothing in the emotional release I knew I’d find there. Held tightly on my stomach across his lap. His free hand striking my ass over and over.

  Other times I’d watch him move around the house and I’d remember how years ago, he’d be the one watching me. I recalled how his eyes would follow me until finally he’d get up and either force me to my knees or push me against a wall. His barely controlled lust kept just in check enough to ensure I was prepared to take him.

  “Show me I’m right. Show me how much you miss it.” He slipped his thumb inside my mouth. “Suck it like a good girl.”

  My belly tightened as I drew his thumb in deeper. I could deny him nothing when he touched me.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Do it good enough and I’ll let you taste my dick. Do it really good and I’ll take you over my knees and bring out the strap.”

  I opened my mouth in shock.

  “Suck it, Abigail. I didn’t say to stop.” When I continued, he started talking once again. “You think I don’t know what you want? What you need? You’re due for a sound thrashing and a long, hard fuck.”

  I moaned around his thumb and he slid his other hand to cup my breast, gently rubbing my nipple.

  “That’s it, my lovely, suck it. Think about how turned on you’ll be when I drag you across my knee. Imagine me spanking your ass and fucking you with my fingers.”

  I bucked my hips up, trying to get some pressure on my clit, but he tightened the hand at my face. “Be still. You haven’t earned my cock yet, much less an orgasm.”

  I kept up my work on his thumb, sucking and licking, just as I would have if his cock was in my mouth. All the while, his fingertips fondled my breasts. It drove me mad that he wasn’t paying any attention to anything below my waist.

  Finally, he slipped his thumb from my mouth. “I hope you don’t have anything else planned for tonight because I’m going to Fucking. Wear. You. Out.”

  “Please,” I moaned.

  A wicked look came over his expression. “But not just yet. First, I’m going to fuck that mouth and throat of yours. Then maybe I’ll take that sweet pussy. Or beat your ass. I haven’t decided yet.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please. All of them.”

  “Greedy girl.” He nodded to the floor.

  I slowly rose to my feet and slipped the gown over my head.

  “Very nice,” he said as I lowered myself before him in the middle of the room. “Spread your legs. Let me see how wet that greedy pussy is.”

  It had been over three weeks since I’d knelt and I struggled a bit getting into position. The entire time he watched, sitting relaxed on the couch. The only sign he was affected was the growing bulge of his erection.

  “Something to work on,” he said. “Your knees are still out of habit. Though I do see you’ve waxed.”

  I held back a snort. Like I’d ever forget that again. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Come get my cock out.”

  I crawled over to him. Years ago I hated crawling. It still didn’t rank very high on my list of things I loved to do, but I knew how much he enjoyed watching and that alone made me happy to do it.

  I made my way over to him and knelt up between his legs. He leaned back into the couch, giving me room to move. I palmed him several times through the material of his pants, enjoying the way he grew harder.

  “Take it out,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now.”

  I worked my hands up to the button of his pants and undid them, then slowly took his zipper down. He lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his pants and boxer briefs off. I sat back on my heels once I had him naked from the waist down.

  “All this for me, Sir?”

  He stroked himself. “Every fucking inch. Be a good girl and give it a kiss. Just lightly on the tip and then hold still.”

  I licked my lips. I loved taking him orally. Loved everything about it. The way he felt. The way he tasted. The way he would moan, deep in his throat. Needless to say, I wasn’t thrilled about just giving him a little kiss.

  With a sly smile I came up to my knees and bent my head. Very slowly I lowered myself and kissed him the way he asked, remaining in place after.

  “Now hold your hair back with both hands and keep your mouth open.”

  My heart pounded. It’d been nearly months since we’d had any sort of power play during the week. Maybe we should schedule more time.

  “Now, Abigail. I don’t want your hair in the way of my view as I fuck that sassy mouth.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  I spread my knees wider for balance and, holding my hair behind my head, I opened my mouth, offering it for his use. I thought he’d thrust himself up and into my mouth, but he surprised me by grasping my hands and pushing my head down.

  I had only enough time to relax my throat before he filled it with his cock.

  “Fuck, yes.” He pulled my head up and brought it back down. “Fuck.”

  He started a punishing rhythm, working my head and eventually his hips, powerfully, as he used my mouth for his pleasure. He wasn’t soft and he wasn’t gentle, somehow knowing, as he usually did, that I didn’t need his tenderness. I needed my Master. And I needed him to take control away from me.

  My eyes started to water as he hit the back of my throat. But even so, my own arousal grew and I shifted my hips trying to find a small measure of relief. Surely there was something. The edge of the couch. Part of his leg. Something.

  “Fuck.” He yanked out of my mouth. “Got to stop.”

  I halfhea
rtedly got back into position on my knees. I really wanted to finish him off, to take him to the edge of his own control, and feel him lose himself in me. But, if he pulled back now, that could only mean he had more in store for us.

  Which is why I didn’t understand when he pulled his clothes back on and tucked his still erect cock inside.

  “I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “Neither one of us is coming tonight.”

  “What? What happened to your hoping I didn’t have plans? To wearing me out? To—”

  He stopped me by putting a finger to my lips. “Stop right there or I’ll make good on my threat to beat your ass.”

  I almost decided to say something. The small touch of dominance he’d given me wasn’t enough. Maybe goading him into a spanking would be worth it.

  “You better wipe that thought out of your mind,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “There are better ways to get what you want.”

  I knelt patiently and waited for him to explain.

  “I’m going to ask Linda to keep the kids overnight Friday.”

  Linda was Nathaniel’s aunt. She and her husband had raised him after his parents died in a car accident when he was ten. I’d never met his uncle, he’d passed away several years before we met. He also had a cousin, Jackson, who was like a brother to him. In a strange twist of fate, Jackson had married my best friend, Felicia, the year before our own wedding.

  “And,” he continued, “if you’re okay with it, I’ll call Simon and tell him we’re on for Saturday?”

  “I think I’d like that,” I said. With the kids spending the night with Linda, Nathaniel and I could play a bit on Friday night, even before Simon came over with his girlfriend.

  The smile on his face told me he knew how I’d answer. “I’ll call her in the morning and will let you know. If she agrees, once she picks the kids up on Friday, you are to prepare yourself and wait in the playroom for me to get home. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then on Saturday, Simon and his submissive will come over.” He pulled me to him and whispered coarsely in my ear. “After, I’ll make good on my threat to wear you out. You won’t be able to move for three days without remembering the wicked things I did to your body. You’ll lose count of the number of times and ways I fucked you.”

  I whimpered and tried to rub my legs together, desperate to ease the longing that pulsed between them.

  “Not going to happen, so you’d better stop. Or else Simon and his submissive will watch as you’re punished.” He put a hand on my knee and squeezed. “Now since you brought me to the edge, I think it’s only fair that I recuperate. Get on your hands and knees, presenting that needy pussy to me.”

  I knew better than to argue. If I complained about not coming tonight, he might not let me come during the weekend, just to prove a point. I crawled back to the middle of the room to better position myself.

  “Don’t look so put out,” he said with a smile.

  “You’re evil, did you know that?” I asked, while moving into position.

  His laughter sent chills of anticipation down my spine. “Oh, Abby, you’ve yet to see just how truly evil I can be.”