by Lund, S. E.
"Put one foot on the arm rest," I said, wanting to open her up so that I could lick her all over, slowly, biting her softly before slipping my tongue between her lips to find her very swollen clit. She trembled beneath my mouth and had to prop herself on the wall behind the wing chair while I bit and licked and sucked her. Finally, I slipped two fingers inside of her while I sucked and licked and soon, her thighs began to tremble.
"Tell me if you feel close. Remember, you can't come until I say you can."
I continued to eat her, focused on the sounds she was making, wanting to learn her signs.
"Drake, I think…" she said and I was almost going to stop and correct her but I didn’t need to. "I mean, Master…" she said quickly so I didn't stop. Instead, I increased the tempo, adding another finger, sucking her into my mouth. She groaned.
"I'm going to…"
Finally, her orgasm started, her body clenching around my fingers, her legs trembling. I continued to suck and lick her while her body shook.
"Oh, God, please stop…" she gasped.
I stopped and enjoyed the sensation of her spasms around my fingers, her flesh so warm and wet and silky. I wanted to push myself into her and fuck her until she came once more and then I would, wanting to make sure she had at least two orgasms.
Above me, Kate leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, her forehead resting on the plaster.
"Should I get down?" she asked after a moment. She tried to pull away but I stopped her with one hand, keeping the other where it was, my fingers still inside her.
"No, wait. I like to feel this."
I covered her once more with my mouth, my tongue flat against her still-hard clit. After a moment, I pulled her back down when her thighs shook too much, and guided her so she straddled my lap again. I kissed her, and the touch of her tongue on mine sent a jolt of lust through my body, my dick throbbing.
I pulled back and looked at her, at her pink cheeks, her eyes languid with fulfilled desire.
"My turn."
CHAPTER THREE
"I thought I got two for every one of yours," she said, a hint of a smile on her lips. I wanted to kiss her again, but I had to pretend to be angry so I frowned.
"That's a very saucy mouth you have." I touched the scar on her bottom lip. "I might have to just silence it with something."
"Not a ball gag," she said, pulling back, a look of apprehension on her face.
"That's not quite what I had in mind…" I grinned, wanting to lighten the mood. "And remember your manners…"
"Oh, sorry," she said and made a face. "Master…"
"Good girl," I said, trying my best to sound stern. "Now, on your knees."
She slid off my lap and on her knees between my spread legs, her hands on my thighs, her eyes locked on mine as she waited for my command.
"Take me out and lick me," I said and even ordering her to do that made my cock thicken.
She reached for my belt and unbuckled it and then unzipped my pants. I was commando, so my cock sprang out when she pulled the material aside. She held my shaft in both hands and began licking me, working her tongue up to the head, circling it before lapping the fluid that leaked off it.
"That's very nice, Katherine,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Now, take me in your mouth and suck."
She did as I commanded, taking me into her mouth, sucking as she moved her lips over the head, up and down, while she stroked my shaft with her hands.
Her hair fell over her face so I pulled it back, holding it up and twisting it in my hand, wanting to see her mouth on my cock and control her movements.
"More," I said, guiding her head just a bit. "Deeper."
She let me guide her, trying hard to please me but she gagged when I pulled her down too forcefully. I let up, loosening my grip on her hair.
"That's good, Kate," I said, wanting her to know how well she was doing. "Stroke with your hands."
She did, taking me more deeply, stroking with both hands. I watched her, aroused by the view of her mouth on me, the thought that she was eagerly sucking me, the sensations washing over me almost overwhelming. My cock hardened under her lips and the warm wet motion of her tongue. Soon, I was so close I had to distract myself, breathing in deeply to stop from coming too quickly.
"Pull off, now," I said, needing her to stop or I’d go over. She licked the head once before glancing up at my face, waiting for my next command. “Good girl," I said. "You have a sweet mouth, but I want your other lips on me now."
I pulled her up and then stood before her. "Undress me."
She did, pulling the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it onto the pile of her clothes. Finally, I was naked in front of her, my cock hard as rock and wet from her saliva.
I took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed so that she lay across it sideways on her back. I climbed over her, spreading her knees with my own and leaned down, kissing her, rubbing my cock over her pussy. When I pulled away, I admired her beneath me, my gaze moving down over her face and lower to her naked body, thighs splayed wide, completely open and ready.
"Are you going to tie me up?" she said, breathless, waiting. I was amused by her eagerness and knew then—finally—that she was turned on completely by the idea of bondage. Still, I had to teach her not to question me. She had to learn to let go, to accept whatever I chose for her and for us, to not anticipate.
I frowned purposely. "Kate, a proper submissive doesn't ask questions about her Dom's plans on how to top her. And she makes sure to use the proper form of address…"
She covered her eyes with a hand. "I'm sorry, Master. It's just that I'm curious—"
I silenced her with my mouth, kissing her in mid-sentence. Then, I pulled back, examining her, trying to determine how far to take her and how quickly.
"I don't want to move too fast with bondage so I didn't bring any gear," I said, keeping my voice soft. "It can be very arousing but also scary at first. Maybe just a bit for now. Your hands perhaps…"
I rose up and went to an armoire, sorting through my belts, testing them one after the other, but I was unhappy with them all. The leather was too thick and unyielding. She’d get abrasions from them if she tugged on them too much in the heat of the moment. Then I examined a hanger with several ties on it, selecting a black leather tie. It was supple enough that it wouldn’t chafe. I returned to the bed and held it out in front of her so she could see it. Thin and flexible, it was from my time in college. She grinned as I examined it. I caught her grin and turned to her.
"Ms. Bennet, that grin is entirely inappropriate to the mood I'm trying to create…"
She covered her mouth, trying to hide a huge smile. "Master, I'm sorry," she said, her voice betraying amusement. "But I was imagining you wearing it when you were a college student… So hip with your thin leather tie. I bet the co-eds were all over you."
"Oh, I was very groovy, Ms. Bennet, in my day," I said, grinning back at her, enjoying her impertinence despite my best attempts to get her to take this seriously. To bring her back into scene, I took her hands very roughly in mine and held them over her head, my grip firm, my expression as stern as I could muster given my own amusement. "You are too cute, Katherine,” I said as I loomed over her, “and able to distract me too well, but I want you to focus on what I'm doing here and now."
Her eyes widened, the smile fading on her face. I didn’t want to scare her, but I wanted her in the right headspace. She had to take this seriously if it was going to work. It couldn’t become a joke. It was serious.
"I'm sorry, Master," she whispered.
I stared into her eyes, trying to impart as much dominance as I could. "If your mind wanders, I'll have to bring you back with me,” I said. “I want you here, with me, mentally and emotionally, Kate. With me in the moment. Focused."
She nodded but said nothing and I hoped I hadn’t gone too far too soon. She was being disciplined through my show of displeasure at her
attitude. I kept my eyes on hers, waiting to see her compliance. She breathed in deeply beneath me and I watched her physically relax, her body going limp.
"Good girl," I said. I held her hands above her head with one hand and reached down to touch her bottom lip with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. How I’d imagined kissing her lips, licking that scar… Then I leaned down and kissed her deeply, passionately, my lust and need for her almost overwhelming. She let out a little groan when I ground myself against her pussy.
I pulled away and bound her hands together with the leather tie, the knot tight but with some space so that there was no pressure on her skin.
"Test them. Feel them. They won't get any tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special knot so don't worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But if they do get tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you can't tolerate."
She nodded and tried to pull her wrists apart. Then, I moved her on the bed so I could fasten the other end of the leather tie to one of the spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. She pulled at the tie to feel how secure it was. She wouldn't be able to get free if she wanted to. Truly confined now, she was here until I released her. She couldn't run away.
I saw the transformation in her. I always looked for it the first time I tied up my new subs—that moment when they realized they were at my complete mercy. It was subtle, just a change in breathing, a look in their eyes when their helplessness finally hit home. I could tell Kate panicked a bit when the reality of her bindings hit home. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she starting breathing fast. I placed my hand around her neck to check her pulse, which was elevated, and watched her intently.
"Now you understand," I said, my own arousal growing. That moment was always such a turn-on for me. It was why I was attracted to bondage and dominance. I loved having total control over my sub. I loved her surrender to me and the trust she had to place in me. "You're completely mine now, Katherine. All you can do is kick me and scream, but I can easily gag you if I want, and besides, Mr. Neumann won't hear you."
"Are you trying to scare me?" she said, her eyes bright.
"No," I said softly, "but this is serious now. You have to trust me completely to let me do this." I let that sink in for a moment. "Do you? If you don't, we'll stop right now."
She searched my face. I waited for her to decide, my breath held. She could shut this down right then and there if she wanted.
"Yes," she said, her body relaxing fully, her body limp beneath me. "Master…"
Then I kissed her, watching her as I did, one hand cupping her cheek. The kiss started off soft and tender, but soon became more intense, more needy, my tongue finding hers, insistent, searching. I closed my eyes and sucked her tongue into my mouth, then licked her bottom lip as I had fantasized about for weeks, biting it before moving down over her chin and neck, stopping over her carotid to feel her pulse again to monitor her level of excitement.
She was excited.
I squeezed her ample breasts, kneading them, pulling the lacy fabric down once more so that they jutted out. I began sucking her nipples, biting them gently, before sucking them once again, increasing the pressure of my teeth each time, always licking and sucking afterwards until her nipples were rosy and erect, her breasts swelling. I bit just hard enough for her to notice I was biting but not enough for any real pain and always laved the nipple with my tongue to soothe it.
"I don't like pain," she said, sounding almost drunk. "Master," she added quickly, her voice shaky.
"I'm just seeing how far I can go with you," I said softly. "You don't really know yet what you like and what you don't like if you haven't really tried. I can tell you like what I'm doing now by how your body responds," I said, thrusting two fingers between her labia to see how wet she was. "I won't go too far. Now keep completely still or I'll have to tie up your feet as well."
She closed her eyes as I moved lower, tracing my tongue down over her belly to her pussy. I began to lick her all over again, slowly, pressing my tongue flat against her, not making direct contact on her clit just yet. Finally, I spread her thighs and ran my tongue up and over her clit. In response, she moaned out loud.
When I slipped several fingers inside of her, she clenched around me. I knew she wouldn’t last long if I moved my fingers.
"Master, I'm so close…"
"Good girl," I said, pleased that she remembered. I pulled away and lifted her, turning her over so that she was on her knees, her weight borne by her elbows, her face to the side pressed against the bed. I ran my hands over her, stroking up and down her back and down her thighs. Then I slipped fingers between her labia and began stroking slowly up and inside her wetness. When my thumb made contact with her anus, she tensed completely.
"Please, no…" she whispered, her voice alarmed.
"Shh," I said, leaning over her, my fingers still inside of her, thumb pressed against her. "You signed the contract, Kate. This is part of it. I won't penetrate you now. I’m getting you used to the sensation. Relax."
She remained tense, so I wrapped my other arm around her and played with her clit, hoping that the pleasure from the contact combined with that of my fingers inside of her overcame her reluctance and she’d relax. When I finally felt her body go limp once more, I kissed her shoulder, then bit it gently.
"That's my good girl," I said. "No moralistic judgment of what you enjoy allowed, Katherine. Just let yourself feel."
I kept stimulating her in that position, fingers on her clit, fingers stroking her just a few inches inside, my thumb moving in a circle over her anus, and I brought her once more right to the brink of orgasm, her breathing fast, her thighs trembling.
She gasped, barely able to speak. "I'm going to…"
I immediately withdrew my fingers and remained still, my cock pressed against her pussy but unmoving.
"Just breathe, Kate," I said, kissing her neck and shoulder. She breathed in deeply, her breath shaky, and soon, I felt her relax.
Finally, I turned her over, kneeling on the bed and pulling her hips into position on my lap, spreading her thighs wide. I stroked the head of my cock over her labia slowly, circling her clit each time. I pushed just inside of her, then pulled out, stroking her clit, repeating it over and over again, building her back up so that she was breathing hard and fast.
"What do you want, Katherine?" I said, watching her face. "Tell me what you want. Beg me."
She panted for a moment as if considering. "Please, Master,” she said and licked her lips. "Fuck me."
It was a first—a first of many times she’d beg me to fuck her, so close to the edge that it would take no more than a few thrusts to send her over. I slid into her, filling her entirely, my fingers on her clit. She groaned, her eyes closing.
"Yes, you like that, don't you?" I pulled out completely and stroked my cock over her clit again. Then I thrust inside all the way again and kept thrusting, my fingers light on her clit and soon, I saw her grit her teeth and knew she was going over.
I leaned over her, sliding into missionary position quickly, my hands on either side of her head, my face over hers. "Look in my eyes," I commanded. "Say my name when you come."
She tried, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. I thrust faster, harder, until finally, I came as well, my eyes locked on hers, the pleasure almost blinding me. Then I collapsed against her, my face in the crook of her neck.
For the next few moments, we both recovered, not saying anything. I kissed her neck, shoulder, her face, and finally, her mouth. Then I withdrew slowly so I could watch my come ooze out of her. I saw her smile and then turn her face away to hide it.
"What's that smile about, Ms. Bennet?” I said, smiling myself. “Does my kink amuse you?"
She said nothing, but I could see she was holding back.
"Well?"
She didn’t—or couldn’t—speak, but I saw mirth in her eyes.
"I can't wait to see it over other par
ts of your very delicious body,” I said. “Maybe your luscious breasts. Or that smirking mouth, which I'm going to kiss right now, just to wipe that smile off your saucy face."
I lay on top of her, kissing her again, barely able to keep the smile off my face. Then I pulled back and looked in her eyes. "A Dom isn't supposed to lose control of the scene so easily. I may have to spank your delicious ass to remind you to show proper respect for your Dom's kinks…"
Her eyes widened at that. "Now?"
I shook my head. "Oh no. Not now. Your first spanking will only come before a good fucking. I wouldn’t want to waste getting you all wet. I'd only spank you when I was going to fuck you immediately afterward. And my spanking would make you very wet."
Her eyes widened at that, and I hoped I’d planted a seed that would bear delicious fruit for us both.
"We’re still two to one," I said, smiling. "I won’t be really happy until it's three to one."
"Three?" she said, closing her eyes. "I don’t think I can do three."
I nuzzled her neck. "Of course you can. If you can do two, you can do three. You're young and you're multi-orgasmic."
"I don't think so," she said. "Two seems to be the most I can have in one encounter."
"You've just set me a challenge, Ms. Bennet," I said, enjoying the chance to try. "The kind a neurosurgeon like me can't resist."
I began nibbling at her neck again, unable to get enough of her smooth skin.
"Please, no," she said, gasping just a bit when I moved down to her nipples. I sucked one and she gasped and arched her back. They were still extremely sensitive from earlier. "I'm too sensitive."
I rose up briefly and frowned at her. "Katherine…" I kept my expression stern. "You signed. Is this truly a red-light matter?"
She blinked rapidly and shook her head. "It's just," she said, softly, "I'm so tender right now…"
"All the better to make you come again," I said. "Women are different from men, Katherine. You have a very minimal refractory period and can orgasm again almost immediately if you relax and let me take control. The way you agreed to…"
