"I like the way you say it."
I smiled from the praise.
"What should I call you?"
I tilted my head.
He looked up at the sky. The question was rhetorical.
"Brooklyn sounds too formal. Sub, so generic." He laid his hand across my thigh.
I strained to watch him, but my head fell back when he crawled up my body with the agility of a cat.
We were face to face.
He tasted my lips. Gripped my lower lip between his teeth, he pulled.
I moaned as he pressed his tongue into my mouth and danced with mine.
I tasted him back.
We kissed for a while, but he broke the kiss abruptly.
I chased him as far as the restraints would allow.
"My sweet sub." He grinned and rained kisses down my chest. He pulled the cups of my bra down and teased each nipple with his tongue. He bit down and tugged it into his mouth.
I winced from the pain but arched for him to take more. The pain awoke my senses, my body. I could smell him, hear him, feel him everywhere. The steady, strong beat of his heart and the licking and sucking noises were our soundtrack.
He laid wet kisses on my stomach, but again, he stopped abruptly. This time, he sat down on the bed.
"I guess we should discuss limits." His eyes grew wide.
His brand of seduction frustrated me. I frowned in response.
"What's wrong, Brooklyn?" he asked.
"I thought you were going to fuck me." He narrowed his eyes. "Sir."
"So anxious." He grinned.
My body was on high alert. I bent my leg, my thigh up to rub against him, to re-establish a connection.
He stood up. He paced the floor, staring down at my body. He took in every inch.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, Sir." I wasn't opposed to begging.
He stood at the foot of the bed and grinned.
"Let's make this educational." He winked. "I mention a form of kink, you tell me yes, soft or hard."
"Can I ask a question, Sir?" I held my head up.
"What's your question?" He stood with his arms crossed.
"If you mention something, can I assume it's something you like?" I asked.
"No. Not necessarily. I'll try anything my sweet sub likes," he answered.
"Aren't we supposed to have this conversation in a non-sexual setting." My head fell back. His gaze making my inside tingle.
Harrison laughed.
"Every time I look at you, I want to fuck you. Every time I hear your voice, my cock grows hard. Don't get me started on what smelling you and tasting you does to me." He gripped my breast and squeezed. "Where does this non-sexual universe exist? I may need to go there for a vacation for a couple of days, just to get some rest."
I giggled.
"I just meant, asking while you've tied me up and teased me, brought my body and mind to the edge . . ." I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them. "I might tell you what you want to hear."
"Brooklyn." He sat back down and leaned over me. We were face to face. "Don't. You have to be honest with me, and I have to be honest with you. I won't tolerate anything less from you. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir."
He laid a quick kiss on my lips before standing back up. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
"So let's get started."
Nineteen
Harrison
"Spanking?"
She rolled her eyes and gave me an, oh, please look.
"Not an acceptable response. That's one."
"One what?" she asked.
"One spanking. I'll ask you again. Spanking?"
"Yes."
"Blood play?”
"Hard limit." Her eyes grew wide.
I smirked.
She licked her lips.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.
"Choking?”
She hesitated but whispered, "Soft."
She responded to me choking her earlier. I wasn't sure if it were something she’d played around with before.
"Shibari?"
"Yes, but . . ." She stopped.
"Continue." I nodded.
"No suspending me from the ceiling and leaving me for days." Goosebumps jumped out on her skin.
"Okay." I let my jeans fall to the ground.
Her eyes sparkled. She strained to watch.
I ran my hand over the bulge in my shorts and held in a groan.
"Anal?” I asked.
"Yes." No hesitation.
That's my girl.
"Humiliation," I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Soft." She drew out the word.
"What's your concern?" I kneeled on the bed.
"It's not important. We can discuss it later."
"I wouldn't have asked the question if I didn't want to know." I ran my hands up her legs.
Her eyes grew wet as she blinked to prevent her tears from falling.
Seeing her cry hit me in the gut. I laid down and cupped her cheek.
"What is it? Brooklyn. Tell me."
"My ex . . ." She blinked. "He used to call me names, and I liked it, but then his friends would do the same, and I didn't. I don't know." Her tears flowed.
"Maybe you're right. This isn't the time to do this." I laid a hand against her cheek.
"I'm sorry." She blinked.
"Brooklyn. You have nothing to be sorry for. I want to know you. Every part of you. Even the stuff you're ashamed and embarrassed about. All of it made you into this incredible, beautiful, sexy woman." I kissed her. Tasted her tears on my lips. I moved a hand down to her tits and unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. Her tits were real and firm, her nipples hard. I took one in my mouth and pinched the other.
She whimpered.
I teased her with my teeth and my tongue.
Her moans told me she liked them both.
My hand traveled down her stomach and into her panties. I ran my fingers through her folds, her pussy wet and swollen from me touching her before.
She moaned and squirmed against my touch.
I pressed a finger inside her.
She squeezed her pussy around it.
I pushed in two.
She grinded against my hand.
"Sir," she said against my mouth.
"Yes, my sweet sub."
"Will you please fuck me now?" She smiled a sweet grin, with a little mischievous gleam in her eye.
I stopped.
The smile fell from her lips.
I removed her panties and climbed between her legs. I slid on a condom and laid down; our bodies flush against each other, my full weight on her. I reached up and clasped my hand with hers where they were cuffed together. I lifted her thighs over my hips, grabbed my cock, and pressed into her in one motion.
"Oh, fuck." We both growled. If I had any doubt this woman was made for me, the moment I entered her for the first time, confirmed it. I memorized everything about how it felt. Me, deep inside her, my cock squeezed in the most perfect way, and her eyes staring into mine.
I grounded my hips into hers, and she met me, small thrust by small thrust. I ran my hand up her side, and she shivered under me. I fucked her hard and thrusted my tongue into her mouth. I broke the kiss and stuck my two fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, sucking her own juices from my fingers. I pressed down onto her tongue, and she gagged on them but continued to suck.
"Yeah, just like that, baby." I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I didn't dare close my eyes for fear I’d miss something about her, the way she moved, the way she reacted to my touch, as my cock was buried inside her.
She expressed so much in those beautiful brown eyes. She didn't take her eyes off me, either.
When the pressure grew so intense. I struggled to pull in and out of her, she was so tight.
She maintained eye contact.
And then I saw it.
The moment she gave in and let her pleasure take
over. She threw her head back and moaned and tightened her grip on our clasped hands. Her whole body tensed.
I groaned as her pussy held my cock in a death grip. I stilled, waiting for her orgasm to subside.
When she returned to me, her face, her eyes, her body, and mouth all showed pure bliss. The kind of joy achieved by giving yourself completely to another person.
I unclipped her cuffs from the strap and unhooked them from each other. Her arms instantly went around my neck, and she pulled me close and kissed me. Her tongue explored my mouth, giving me her thanks in passionate kisses.
I continued pounding into her.
She whimpered into my mouth each time I bottomed out inside her.
My own release was imminent. I wanted to slow down, but I couldn't. It was too good. Being inside someone had never felt so good.
She raised her legs and tilted her pelvis, and the friction increased if that was possible.
I slammed into her one more time, so hard it shifted us on the bed.
She cried out.
"Fuck," I growled in her face as my release hit me. I lost control of my sanity. Nothing in the world existed but me pouring myself into her. I shuddered as my cock continued to empty in her pussy. I remained hard inside her.
Once my body stopped shaking and relaxed, I sighed and pulled her close.
She ran her fingertips through my hair and down my neck.
I pushed myself up on my elbows.
"You okay?" I asked.
"What do you think?" she asked and licked her lips.
"You look . . ." I couldn't find the right word.
"Happy?"
"Happy." I nodded.
"Who knew all I needed was a proper fuck from my Dom.” she winked.
I loved when she talked dirty.
"Am I your Dom?" I whispered into her mouth.
"Yes, Sir," she answered, and once again, we sealed it with an epic kiss.
Brooklyn
The sound of sizzling food hit me first followed by the smell. I was tucked into the covers, and it took some effort to untangle myself. I sat up and froze.
Harrison stood in the kitchen in his boxer briefs and an apron. He looked like the spokesman for America's sexiest chefs. He moved around the kitchen with ease.
The smell made my stomach rumble.
He turned to check on me and froze.
"God, you look sexy in my bed." He spoke in a lusty growl.
It sent shivers to my core. I wrapped the sheet around me.
"Are you cold?" He frowned.
"No." I shook my head. After ogling his body for the last few minutes, I was far from cold.
"Lose the sheet," he commanded.
I laughed and dropped it. I stood, getting further warmed by his gaze.
He bit his lip. "Come here."
I floated over to him.
He greeted me with a hungry kiss. He nibbled on my lips like he forgot what they tasted like. Never mind the onslaught of kisses we shared in the last few hours.
It was strange.
He had spanked me and made me come with his fingers twice, all before our first kiss.
He held me close with one arm while flipping something over in the pan with the other.
My stomach growled again.
"You're hungry," he said.
"Bathroom first."
"Through there." He pointed to his left. He kissed me on the forehead before squeezing my ass and letting me go.
The bathroom was dark and masculine. I picked up the bottle of cologne and inhaled my Harrison. His space was organized and neat.
I used the bathroom and came back out.
"I think you walking around like that might be too distracting.” Harrison stood in front of his closet.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I smiled and batted my eyes at him while covering myself with my hands.
He threw me a t-shirt.
"Come on, sweets." He chuckled. "Food's getting cold."
I pulled the oversized t-shirt over my head. It hit me mid-thigh. I followed him to the wooden table near the kitchen. Four chairs sat around the table, but one side had a bench built into the brick wall. Harrison sat at the head of the table. I pulled out the chair to his right.
"That's way too far away." He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap.
"I thought I was too distracting?" I asked.
"I'll power through." He kissed the back of my neck.
My stomach growled again.
"When's the last time you ate?" he asked.
I shrugged and lowered my head. My last proper meal was a few days ago during the plotting session with Justin and Piper. The results turned out better than I expected, but I did something dishonest behind my Dom's back.
I felt the need to confess.
"What's wrong?" He could read me.
"I need to tell you something," I whispered.
"What did you do now?" He kissed my shoulder.
I slid around on his lap. I tried not to disturb his manliness as it poked me in my hip.
He grunted from my movements.
I pressed a little further.
He lifted me up and sat me back down in a less tantalizing position.
When we were settled, he looked into my eyes.
I bowed my head.
He lifted my chin.
"Justin and Piper and I had a little planning session over breakfast the other day.” I touched his cheek. “It was their idea to get us in a room together. I didn't mean to manipulate you."
He nodded and looked away.
"I'm so sorry."
He reached around me and moved the plate to the side.
My mouth watered at the omelet with steak, mushrooms, and cheese.
"I figured he had something to do with it." He cut a piece with a fork and fed it to me.
I groaned, it was so good.
"How did he get you to meet me?" I sighed.
"When Justin asks you to do something, you do it?" He took a bite himself and fed me more. “Besides, I knew it was you."
"How?"
"He told me if I go in that room, it will change my life, and if I don't, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." He frowned.
"The rest of your life, huh?" I picked at the hem of my t-shirt.
"That's a long time to live with regret." Harrison nodded.
He brought the fork up to my mouth, and I shook my head.
"You were so angry with me." The threat of regret weighed heavy in the room.
"I still am."
I opened my mouth.
"Eat." He held the fork out.
I took the food and felt better.
He fed my body and my soul.
"I'm not angry with you. Well, not really. I'm upset about our situation. How we met? Where we both are in our lives? All the baggage that comes with it?" Harrison sighed.
"That's part of who we are. Why I felt such a connection to you," I said.
"It doesn't make it right, Brooklyn."
I bit my lip and stared down at the table.
"Hey."
I looked up.
"I don't regret this." Harrison caressed my cheek. "I am happy to have you in my life, in my bed, and under my control."
The warm fuzzies spread, but I sensed the conflict in him. I touched his chin and felt the stubble across the back of my hand, remembering how it felt on my skin.
"You went to live with your dad after your parents got divorced?" I asked.
He nodded slowly.
"Did your dad cheat on your mom?"
"Yeah." He pushed the food away and sat back. "It was with my stepmom. They ended up getting married and have been together and happy for sixteen years."
"You get along with your stepmom?" I ran my hands up his arms and rested on his shoulders.
"Not at first, but yeah. She raised me. Even before my mom died." Harrison wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I know my mom had issues, but when I was a kid, I thought she had issues beca
use my father left her. It took me a long time to admit it was the other way around."
"Would you have wanted it to be different?” I cringed as the question left my mouth. "Actually, never mind. Don't answer that. Obviously, you would want your mom here?"
"Yeah. It's not that black and white." He squeezed me tighter, rubbing his face against my neck.
I squeezed him and leaned back.
"Actually, we are black and white." I laid my hand flat on his chest. Our skin tones looked warm together.
His deep chuckle vibrated through me.
"When I was in New York, I met a girl, a sub from Dallas,” I flexed my fingers on his chest. “She asked me if it was weird for a black sub to have a white Dom."
“Do you have a Master/slave fetish?" he asked.
"I don't think that's my kink.” I ran my hand down his chest. "She said when she was in Dallas, all Doms were either into Daddy play or sought out subs who were either Asian or African American."
Harrison went back to feeding me.
"You've never been with a black woman before?" I asked.
"Yeah, just not a sub. You’ll have to tell me if I hit upon some racially insensitive triggers." He smirked.
"I guess we will have to see." I shrugged
Harrison took the last bit of the omelet and set the fork down.
“Your ex was black?" He picked me up and set me down on the chair to his left.
"Yes." I watched him clear the table. "The guys he shared me with were mostly white. I think it was a thing for him, but during the time, I don't recall having an issue about it one way or another. It was all kind of humiliating, but I liked the humiliation because he would build me back up. When we were alone, he'd refer to me as his love, his angel, his heart. In public, it was more like, 'Hey guys, come and fuck my black bitch.'"
"Jesus, Brooklyn. Your taste in men kind of sucks." He walked back over to me and stood in front of me. I leaned my head back so I could look up at him.
"It's improving." I nodded and grinned.
He remained still, his hands to himself.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to touch him.
His demeanor changed so fast.
"Do you want me to call you Master?" I asked.
"No." He leaned over and placed his hands on the side of the chair.
"How about Superior One?" I asked.
A grin crept up on the side of his lips, and he wiggled his eyebrows.
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