“Mina, explain why you’re afraid of me.”
She shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of the punishment.”
But it was over. He’d expected to help her process her feelings of humiliation and shame, not fear. It troubled him that she was afraid. A spanking like this wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t horrible. Her ass might burn for a little while, but that was all. It was a reminder, not meant to cause lasting discomfort. He remembered before, how the mere mention of a spanking had bothered her. He needed to know why she was so afraid, why she’d fled from him years ago, and why she’d agreed to spanking if she hadn’t overcome her fears.
“Mina, look at me.”
She did, and what he saw cut him to the core. Her brown eyes were dark and wide, bright with unshed tears. She was terrified after the fact. If anything, the first spanking should have set her mind at ease. It should have proved to her that she could take it.
“Are you hurt?”
She shook her head. He watched her try to form words and fail.
“Tell me why you’re afraid.”
This time she closed her eyes, and a single tear escaped. “That is a discussion for a later time. I want to continue the scene.”
He recognized the return of her stubborn streak, and her demand made him smile. All was not lost, and she wasn’t afraid of him. Still, he couldn’t let her think she’d won. “We can’t, Mina. Not until this is straightened out. I don’t wish for you to be afraid.” He did, however, bank on apprehension and taut nerves.
“I’m not afraid of you, and I won’t misbehave again. If I promise to talk about this with you later, will you at least kiss me?”
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to take her upstairs and fuck her until she couldn’t walk away from him ever again, but that wasn’t an option. Not yet. First he had to know if she was serious about wanting to be his submissive.
“You need me to touch you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” He’d once convinced himself that he didn’t need to hear her use that title, but now he knew he never would have been happy that way.
He closed his hand on the inside of her knee and brought it up a little higher on his chest, and then he shoved her other knee until her legs were parted. Taking her right hand in his, he guided it between her legs. “We’ll do this together, slave. But next time I give this order—and rest assured I will give it again—you will do this alone, for my pleasure, and I will watch.”
Her entire body relaxed, conforming more to his. Six years ago, he would have wondered if this was the first time she’d masturbated, but he dismissed that idea now. When she’d left him, she’d been well aware of the pleasures of the flesh. Even if she’d never touched herself in front of him, he’d coaxed her to orgasm with his mouth, his hands, and his cock. She wouldn’t be able to resist touching herself.
He cupped her hand and pressed her fingers to her clit. He was there for guidance and backup, nothing more. She was very wet, evidence that she’d found the striptease arousing. He wasn’t under the impression she’d enjoyed the spanking. She’d made it clear from the very beginning that she didn’t want any kind of impact play. That was strictly a punishment.
Sliding their fingers through her slick folds, he concentrated on the places he knew drove her insane, but he also paid attention to the places in between. A small sigh escaped her lips. She rested her head against his shoulder, her lashes fluttering softly against his skin and her shoulder-length dark hair falling like silk over his arm. She pressed kisses along his collarbone and gripped his knee with her free hand.
“Play with your breasts, honey.”
If she was surprised by his term of endearment, she didn’t show it. Ever mentally berated himself for using it, though. He hadn’t moved past what she’d done to him, and he didn’t want her to think that sex would salve that wound. It was only a small part of the problem.
She released the hold she had on his knee and cupped one breast. He watched, careful to keep a steady stroke going between her legs. She lifted her hips, urging him to her opening, but he ignored her offering. If she’d done what he’d originally asked, she would have been able to have control over those details. But she’d given it up the moment she asked for his help.
She dragged her fingers lightly along the underside of that perfect-sized round globe, and he filed away her preference for that kind of touch. He’d experiment with it later. Then she circled her nipple. He eased two of her fingers and one of his inside her pussy. She was tighter than he’d expected. Her muscles jumped and twitched, squeezing his finger against hers.
“God, Ever, yes!” She arched, thrusting her hips against their hands, and pinched her nipple.
He hated to interrupt her in the midst of a good time, but he had to correct her. “‘Master,’ slave. You must remember to use my title.”
She tilted her head back and looked at him. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide with the weight of her mistake. “I’m sorry, Master. You make me feel so good that I forget myself.”
He twisted his lips in a wry smile at the way she’d blamed him with a compliment. He liked her stubborn and willful side, but he needed to help her understand that certain things would earn a punishment. Not accepting responsibility for her mistakes was one of them, but he decided to defer telling her until after she’d had an orgasm. He needed her to see that their sexual relationship had always been D/s. They just hadn’t used those terms or protocols.
With the arm supporting her shoulders, he lifted her closer and claimed her with a kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with hers. She kissed him back, a little bit thankful and very sassy, and she pumped her hips in time to their duel.
He felt her caress the side of his neck, and then she continued around to the back, seeking that place just below his hairline that made him go crazy. When she found it, he lost some of his iron control, kissing her harder and pumping his finger into her faster.
His cock, already chomping at the bit to get inside her, pressed painfully against his jeans and her ass, which also rubbed against him as she fucked their fingers. She’d always had this much of an impact on him, from the first time he’d kissed her even after she’d told him she didn’t kiss on the first date. She’d made the mistake of presenting it as a challenge instead of a limit. One he would respect, but the other he could only shatter.
She played him until he growled a warning, and then she fanned her fingers through his hair and tugged lightly. Perhaps she meant to guide him down her neck, where he could kiss and lick at her many erogenous zones, but he had a different plan in mind.
Breaking away suddenly, he tried to don his darkest expression. From the way her brown eyes lit and her eyelids fell to half-mast, he knew she’d failed to understand his warning. She moaned again. Clinging to him with that one hand on the back of his neck, she ground against their hands.
“Master, yes. Harder! Oh God, I love the way you kiss.”
It was an honest compliment, but it was also an attempt at manipulation. Partly as punishment—and he figured he’d helped her over her initial problem—he withdrew his finger and eased it into her mouth. She lay across his lap, masturbating, and he fucked her mouth with his finger, a preview of what was to come. Mina wouldn’t be worried, though. He remembered how much she’d loved to suck his cock.
Her hips lifted so high she almost did a backbend, and her body stiffened as she came. A deep blush bloomed on her chest, climbing to include her neck and cheeks. She moaned, the vibrations echoing around the finger he still thrust into her mouth.
She lowered her hips slowly until she rested on his lap, and she extracted her fingers from her pussy. He gave her mouth a temporary reprieve as he grabbed for her wrist. Then he guided her fingers where his had just been. Not only was it incredibly hot to watch her feasting on her own juices; it was another way he exercised his control over her.
“Suck on them as if they were my cock.”
He watc
hed the languor of her orgasm fade. They were just getting started. He’d always been like this, and she’d voiced amazement several times at the amount of foreplay—for him, this counted as foreplay—he required. She’d never complained, which was a good thing. From the beginning, he'd loved her sexual stamina.
She closed her eyes and moaned. Her tongue danced over those digits, dipping down to lick her other fingers and the palm of her hand. Those luscious lips, not yet swollen with evidence of his domination, savored every drop of her essence. It served to remind him that she’d never neglected his balls. Sometimes she’d paid more attention to them than his cock. Because he was her first sexual experience that way as well, he once asked her where she learned to give such a mind-blowing blowjob. She’d smiled and blushed, and then she’d mumbled something about the Internet.
The visual she presented made his cock ache and demand similar treatment, so he put a halt to her activities.
“Go and stand underneath the spotlight. Lace your fingers behind your neck.” He knew Isla had taken some time to show her basic poses and to walk her through the meaning of the negotiated terms. Everett had complained—loudly—when they were discussing her wish that she had no fucking clue what she was asking for. Knowing his history with Mina, Isla had just patted him on the cheek, blown him a kiss, and told him not to worry about it.
He figured that if Mina could research giving head, then she could research BDSM. That, and he trusted Isla implicitly. His friend and fellow Domme wanted him to either move forward with Mina or put her firmly behind him.
She stood under the spotlight with perfect posture, her gaze lowered and her body relaxed. She was the portrait of perfect submission, and his heart ached, mourning what they’d lost and not quite believing this wasn’t a dream.
Getting to his feet with far less grace than she had, he ambled toward her. As proof she was hyperaware of him, her breathing sped up as he came closer. He’d spent some time in that spotlight because he wanted to know what a submissive would see, so he knew the quality of her perception. Right now, she could see him, but she couldn’t make out the details. Soon it wouldn’t matter.
He took a blindfold from his pocket and held it where she could see. “Remember this, Mina? It’s the same one.”
All those years ago, he’d used this to mask her vision. He’d wanted to lick her pussy, her first brush with sex, and she hadn’t been able to relax enough to enjoy it. Once he’d bound her wrists and blindfolded her, she had been fine. He hoped to achieve the same result today.
She lifted her gaze, surprise ruining her submissive position. “You kept it?”
He heard her hope and her unasked question. He harbored the same hope, but he didn’t know the answer to her question. Was it too late for them? So he answered the question she’d voiced. “Yes. I hoped to one day have you in this position.” He’d built this playroom with her in mind, but he couldn’t tell her that, not yet.
Whether she suddenly remembered her status or she was simply overcome, she dropped her gaze once again. “Thank you for giving me this chance, Master. I won’t let you down.”
She trembled with the force of her convictions, or maybe that was just nerves. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the strap so that it was under her hair. That way it wouldn’t slip off with her movements. By the time he finished with her, she wouldn’t be able to move much, but she would have some maneuverability.
“What’s your safe word, slave?”
“Oasis.” She responded without hesitation, just as she always had.
“Hold your arms out in front of you.”
“Yes, Master.” She held her arms out as he directed, but with her palms up.
While that pose would be easier to hold for a longer period of time, he wanted her palms down, so he turned her wrists to correct her position. Then he wrapped neoprene cuffs around each one. They were lined with a soft material, and they fastened with Velcro. Easy on, easy off, nearly impossible to escape. The D ring wasn’t as strong, but it would get the job done.
An access panel near the door hid the buttons that would unwind and drop the chains that were connected to winches built into the structure of the house. He pressed one, but he watched her. She stiffened when she heard the clinking sound, but then her shoulders relaxed. He knew holding her position for a long time wouldn’t be fun, and he had no plans to keep her that way.
Wordlessly, he lifted her arm above her head and attached the snap to the hook. Then he repeated the action with her free arm. Now she was bound at the wrists, chained to the ceiling. He returned to the panel and made an adjustment to the chain. He wanted her flat on her feet for now.
“Go ahead. Test them.”
She yanked against the bindings, but she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. This would do very nicely.
MINA’S HEART BEAT a little faster. It always had when he’d bound her wrists. Fear didn’t play into it. She’d always trusted him. He’d established his trustworthiness from the beginning, even as he barreled through her limit about not kissing on the first date. She hadn’t known what he was doing back then because he’d never explicitly discussed his need to dominate her. She hadn’t understood his honor code, but she did now. She understood so much more about him after researching and negotiating.
This was one of her favorite things, yet she wasn’t sure how she felt about it tonight. From the clanking sounds it had made when she’d tugged against it, that was definitely a chain holding her in place. Before, she’d always been tied to his bed, or he’d simply held her wrists down. This was different, a little impersonal.
He slid his hands around her ankles, wrapping cuffs that felt similar to the ones he’d put around her wrists. Then he spread her legs wider, forcing her to shift her weight to the balls of her feet. She heard the rattle of chains again, this time sliding against the floor. A click, and she felt the slight weight holding her ankles so that she would not be able to alter her spread position.
As the realization of her helplessness crashed down on her head, hot cream rushed to her pussy. The scent of her arousal reached her nose, and she knew Ever could smell it from wherever he was standing.
Behind her, as it turned out. He rested his fingertips on her waist. “You like being bound like this, don’t you, Mina?”
She didn’t mind his gloating tone. He’d always been cocky and confident. What rocked her in that moment was his use of her name. He hadn’t called her “slave,” a term she felt kept the wall between them firmly in place. She liked the way he said her name, and she missed the way he used to call her “honey” and murmur sweet phrases in her ear.
She tried to speak, but her throat was a bit dry from all that heavy breathing. She swallowed to wet it. “Yes, Master. Putting myself at your mercy is definitely a lot more erotic than I thought it would be.”
His fingers slid across her skin and dropped away. She listened intently to the sounds of him moving around the room. Seconds later, she felt something small and round against her bottom lip.
“Drink some water.”
She accepted the fact that he was going to be pouring it into her mouth, and she parted her lips. He fed her in sips, his competent actions advertising the fact that he’d done this before with other women. Probably recently. She ingested the bitter taste of her own folly with the soothing coolness of the water.
“Thank you, Master.” She signaled a stop with her gratitude.
He licked a stray drop from her lip before she could get to it. She hoped the quick swipe of his tongue would lead to one of those drugging kisses of his, but it didn’t. The next time he touched her—only moments had passed, but it seemed forever—he drew his fingertips over her hips.
She shivered at the lightness of the sensation, and she wondered what he planned to do with her in this position. The research she’d done indicated this was the time for impact play, but she’s specified no flogging.
The caress moved up her ribs. He stroked the undersides
of her breasts softly, coaxing her nipples to sharp points without once touching them. Then she felt the press of his lips at the place just below her ear that sent tremors racing down her body.
“So soft, so responsive, so mine.” He repeated the caress on her other side. “I’m going to show you how a master uses his slave, Mina. You aren’t allowed to climax until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She knew she was supposed to ask first. Heat rose to her cheeks as she remembered Isla telling her that she had to ask. More heat scorched her chest as she remembered the last time they’d been together, her first punishment. She’d begged, but he hadn’t let her come. She had forgotten when she’d masturbated on his lap, but he hadn’t punished her or even mentioned it.
He was behind her now. He pulled her hips upward, rolling them forward, and she felt the tip of his cock nudge her entrance. No condom for this. She’d been explicit in her request once all the medical tests had come back clean. He was the only man she’d ever let take her without a condom. She wanted nothing separating them.
Reaching around to the front, he guided his cock into her wetness. His thrusts were shallow, short jabs that targeted her sweet spot with unerring accuracy. He grasped her hips hard and fucked her quickly.
She wanted to feel more of him against her body, not just those three points of contact. She wanted him to stimulate her clit, touch her breasts, caress her body, and kiss her. She wanted to be surrounded by him, engulfed by his body, but that wasn’t the lesson he sought to teach. As he’d said, he was using her body.
And she loved it. Serving him this way reduced her from a cherished lover to a comfort object. She should have hated it, but because she knew him so well, because she trusted him, she could accept this temporary reassignment. She could revel in the decadence of submitting to him in a way that fulfilled his needs.
And damn if he didn’t see to her pleasure when he could have just taken what he wanted without reciprocating. Tension built inside her abdomen, and he stopped his actions, pulling out and stepping away.
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