by Ashe Barker
Perfect. Now for the acid test.
“Don’t let go of the seat and don’t try to cover yourself again, or I’ll tie you to that chair.” He waits, careful not to let even the merest glimpse of his anxiety show as he waits for her to announce that he’s not tying her to anything. If she’s going to bolt, now’s the moment, the tipping point. He places his finger under her chin, forcing her to make eye contact again. He needs to see her response.
And he is not disappointed. Her eyes widen, her lips part, her breathing hitches, and she grips the chair like the perfect little sub he knew she was. Almost groaning with relief, he presses the point.
“Got that, Miss Byrne? Are we clear?” He knows he has to insist on an answer, her consent has to be unambiguous. And he has it as her whispered “Yes” hangs between them.
He smiles again, instinctively knowing she needs his approval. They’ve not discussed her previous sexual experience, but he’s sure down to his toenails that this is all new to her, and new submissives crave favour, need to know that they are appreciated, that what they’re doing pleases their Dom. Nathan does not intend to disappoint Eva.
“Excellent.” His smile is deliberately warm as he admires her perfect breasts now displayed for him. Small, but full and absolutely exquisite. The nipples are swollen, hard as pebbles, a lovely shade of raspberry pink. He lifts his hands again to explore further, just his fingertips at first, lightly stroking the lower curves, then right up to the hard tips. He can’t resist taking one of those swollen tips again between his finger and thumb, rolling it as he murmurs his admiration.
“Your breasts are exquisite. I love your nipples. Always hard, swollen, so responsive. I’ve been wanting to touch them, to see them, since that first night. And now I know that they’re a gorgeous dark pink. I had wondered…”
He glances up, and is not surprised to see the flush creeping along her face. She always blushes so very easily, does Miss Byrne. It’s one of the things he finds most delightful about her. He sees her inner battle as again her expression is unhidden, her emotions parading across her face. Embarrassment, bewilderment perhaps at how she found herself in this situation, and some modesty but happily not too much, it would seem. And, what’s that, self-doubt? He wonders where that might have come from as, sure enough, she tries to dismiss his words.
“They’re not very big. No one usually notices them.”
Nathan fully appreciates the importance of self-esteem in a submissive, the awareness that her body is beautiful, that she is beautiful, and he automatically responds. His tone is low, but firm as he sets her straight. “Oh, I think they do, Miss Byrne. I did, from the first time you stood dripping in my hallway with your pretty little boobs poking at me through your T-shirt. Your breasts are perfect, Miss Byrne. Sweet, round, they fit in my hands just beautifully.” He takes a moment to cup her breasts again, and lightly rubs his thumbs over the tight, swollen nipples, so sensitive under his touch. “And when you blush—and Miss Byrne, you are always blushing it seems to me—the glow reaches here too. That’s the beauty of fair skin. And no freckles, I see. At least, none I’ve found yet…?”
He wonders if she might offer to show him more of herself, or at least tell him about her freckles, but instead she just gazes at him in undisguised astonishment. Settling for that, he leans in to kiss her again. This time her mouth opens immediately, and he slips his tongue inside, delighted as she instantly responds and tentatively pokes her tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it, sucking it, drawing her farther and farther in. He feels her start to shudder under his hands, his mouth, and knows it’s time to ratchet up the action still further.
He breaks the kiss, taking a few moments to nibble Eva’s neck before suddenly reaching down and lifting her from the chair. She’s light and unresisting, easily positioned on the table top, stretched out on her back. He takes both her wrists in one of his hands and draws them back behind her head, holding them there while he admires her. Taking his time, he positions himself between her legs, standing over her, and slowly, deliberately, he possessively runs his free hand down her body, from her neck to her waist. He can’t help the low murmur of approval.
“Beautiful… Holy fuck, so lovely.” And to emphasise his point, he leans in to take her right nipple between his lips.
Her reaction is instantaneous. She squeals, even though he’s sure she sensed this coming. He can feel her writhing under him, though not in any attempt to escape. His body weight and holding her wrist keeps her in place as he continues to suckle her expertly. He uses his tongue and his teeth, scraping, licking, sucking, and feels her go wild under him. Christ, she’s so responsive, so bloody receptive. And absolutely delicious. He opens his mouth wider, taking more of her soft breast inside, again sucking hard. Her back arches, she’s offering herself to him now, beyond modesty, beyond embarrassment, just driven by need.
He gladly takes what she offers, moving to the other breast to repeat his ministrations. Her back is arching as she instinctively lifts her breasts up towards his mouth, but he can’t resist taking control of her even so. He slides his free hand underneath her, palm up, and lifts her shoulders from the table to provide him with even readier access for his lips, his teeth, his tongue. Experimentally, he nips her with his teeth, just a little, but enough to hurt. Only slightly, he doesn’t want to scare her, but enough to let her know the score, to let her know how this is going to be between them.
He feels the moment she goes limp in his arms, totally surrendering to him, and he releases her wrists. She makes no attempt to lift her arms, and he’s supporting the entire weight of her upper body now. He brings his other hand under her too, to hold her still and steady as he continues to build his assault. And she continues to respond, her moans now breathy, her body flexing as he nips her again, slightly harder this time, her only reaction to the pain a soft whimper.
Christ, she’s so bloody perfect. He wants her, now.
But there’s still work to be done. She’s totally absorbed in what he’s doing to her, and he realises she might just be able to come with this alone, just by having him tease and suck her nipples. God, what a find! She’s whimpering in earnest now, forming words.
“I can’t. Please, it’s too much…”
He lifts his head, releasing her breast just long enough to answer her, to urge her on. ”Yes, you can, you are. Don’t fight it. Come for me. Now. Come now.” He returns to his work, taking her right nipple into his mouth and working it mercilessly as he senses her orgasm is just around the corner, that she’s stretching, grasping, reaching for it. He moves to the left nipple, sucks, bites, and she’s there.
He continues to suckle and lick as the sweet shivers of her climax tremble under his mouth. He feels her body convulse, her hips jerk upwards. And she screams, actually screams as the release seizes her. Her legs are spread wide and his erection is pressed hard against her mound, she rubs herself against him, and he’s sure she has no consciousness that she’s doing so. Her need is deep and all-consuming, and she’s beyond any attempt to suppress or conceal it from him. Not that he’d allow that.
At last Eva’s desperate shudders subside, and he hears her barely audible moan of quiet satisfaction as he lowers her back onto the table. He glances up, and is gratified, if slightly surprised, to catch her expression of pure astonishment, as though she can’t quite believe what just happened. And is still happening. He’s nowhere near finished with her yet. He’s thoroughly enjoyed witnessing her unravel before his eyes, but he still needs her agreement that she’ll be coming with him to Leeds. There’s much more at stake here than a quick and sexy romp on his kitchen table, no matter how delightful that may be for them both.
Her expression is still slightly dazed, and he waits a few more moments for her senses to fully return. He doesn’t want her looking back on this and feeling in any way rushed. Or worse still, coerced. He wants her willing surrender, her genuine agreement to submit for him. Under him. Nothing less will do.
As he
r eyes appear to focus, he smiles at her before dropping a light kiss on her lips. He straightens, and his eyes never leaving hers, he lifts the hem of her short miniskirt. He leans over her again, this time sliding his left hand under the hem of her skirt as he gazes down at her. He watches her eyes widen as he tugs down the front of her opaque tights and briefs, and wordlessly slips his hand between her legs. He slides his fingers between her moist folds, noting with intense satisfaction how very, very wet she is. He’s tempted to comment on what a good time she appears to be having but instead settles for simply parting the lips of her pussy and tracing the entrance with his fingertips. Her thighs widen as he leans in farther, her mouth parting in what he decides to take as welcome.
“Ah, honey, you are so wet, so ready for me.” His words are whispered as he holds her gaze, and he slips first one long finger then a second inside her. She’s tight, very tight, but hot and slick. He’s rewarded by a faint gasp as she lifts her hips for him, silently begging for more. His instinct is to give her what she wants, to stroke and caress and bring her back to bubbling, explosive orgasm, but he has a mission to fulfil first. He needs her promise, and he will have it.
“I want to fuck you. You know that, don’t you?” His tone is firm, matter of fact, deliberately calm as he slides his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. He can feel her inner muscles clenching around his hand, and can sense her nervousness at this new and even more intense turn of events. He’s relentless though, pressing her for an answer as her eyelids drift closed. “Don’t you?” His tone hardens, and he works his fingers inside her to stretch and caress her pussy. He wants her attention, her undivided attention. And he wants her response. “Answer me, Miss Byrne.”
Her eyes flicker open, and he hears her throaty “Yes” before her lids drift down again. So far so good, but he needs to force the issue now, demand her obedience.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Byrne.” He deliberately makes his tone more governing, never raising his voice because he has no need to, but wrapping his words in that thread of Dom steel he’s managed to cultivate over the years—his clipped, unyielding tone which indicates to any sub on the receiving end that he’s deadly serious and she needs to obey. Now. The effect is not lost on Eva, especially when he slides his fingers out of her, right to the very tips, and hovers there. He uses his fingertips to once more trace the entrance to her pussy, parting the lips, circling the entrance before plunging them deep again.
He deliberately keeps his voice soft as he leans in to speak to her again. “Do I have your attention, Miss Byrne?”
Eva opens her eyes, gazing at him, her expression a truly delightful mix of uncertainty, confusion, a hint of fear, and a hefty dose of pure lust.
Ah, Jesus, she’s superb. Absolutely fucking breathtaking.
Her body jerks as he plunges his fingers deep into her again and her eyes are now locked on his. “Yes,” she whispers, in answer to his question, then, “What are you doing?”
He can’t help thinking it must be pretty bloody obvious what he’s doing, but refrains from pointing that out. Instead he opts to check she’s okay. He doesn’t think he’s being rough with her, but still.
“Am I hurting you?” he says, while leaning close to her ear to whisper the words. Her artless response causes his cock to leap.
“No. No, that feels fabulous.”
He groans inwardly. Soon, baby, very, very soon…
No point beating about the bush now, so to speak. He continues to finger fuck her as he presses home his advantage. “Mmmm, I think so too, Miss Byrne. You’re so hot and wet and tight, and I want to put my cock inside you, here…” Another deep thrust with his fingers, fast and sharp. He angles and curls his fingers inside her, instinctively watching, measuring her responses to find the one sweet spot where her nerve endings coalesce and the sensitivity is highest. He finds it, rubs, and her pussy is clenching hard now, her breath catching as her body once more arches under him. And he knows she’s ready to come again. This time though, there will be a price.
“Deep and hard and fast, until you scream. I like it that you scream when I make you come. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand. With your permission, of course. Is that okay with you, Miss Byrne?”
She doesn’t answer, just continues to moan and squeeze her pussy around his fingers, seemingly beyond coherent thought. He’s unrelenting though. She’ll have her orgasm, and more besides, but first, he’ll have his answer.
“Miss Byrne? I don’t think you’re listening to me. I said I want to fuck you, but only if you agree. Will you agree, Miss Byrne?”
He waits, watches her expression closely, smiling to himself at her slight frown of puzzlement as she tries to make sense of what he wants. He’ll give her time, repeat the question as much as she needs, but he won’t let up the pressure. He will have his answer. And then, only then, will he let her come.
“Yes.” Her response is a whisper, but clear. He can do no less than be equally clear with her.
“Ah, that’s good then. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and deep, and then again, long and slow and easy. I want you under me, on top of me. I want to fuck you up against the wall, and I want to fuck you from behind, bent over a table like this one. I want you in lots of ways, Miss Byrne. There are so many things I want to do to you, and you’re going to love it. Well, most of it. I’m going to enjoy fucking you in every which way I want, Miss Byrne. Will that be alright with you?”
He angles his hand in order to be able to lightly rub her clit with the pad of his thumb, and hears her faint “Yes” once more. He goes in for the final onslaught.
“But not on this table, not now. I want to take my time with you, all the time we need. So not here, not now, not with Mrs Richardson and Rosie hovering outside. Come with me to Leeds. Come to the dinner, be wined and dined and spend the night with me. Say yes, Miss Byrne.”
A moment more of confused frowning, then a groan of pleasure as he strokes her pussy again. That’s enough, the tipping point again.
“Yes, yes, I’ll come. Please, I need…”
He slides his fingers in and out of her pussy slowly now, a third one also inside her, stretching, stroking, the rhythm regular but not yet hard enough to provide all the friction she needs. She’s close though, very close. She’s thrusting her hips up at him, squeezing her inner muscles against his fingers, seeking to intensify the sensations. He slows the strokes even more, deliberately denying what she needs, but almost there…
“I know you’re going to come, very soon. Very hard. And you’ll scream for me again. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Another deep thrust, another flick of his thumb over her throbbing clit.
“Say you’ll come to Leeds with me. Say that too, sweetheart.”
She’s almost sobbing now. “I’ll come to Leeds. I’ll come. Please, I need…”
Satisfied he has his answer, he leans over her again. “I know what you need.” And he lowers his head to take her lips again in a long, sensual kiss. He plunges his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it in and out to the same rhythm he’s now picking up deep within her pussy, hard and fast and firm. And she shatters.
Her scream this time might have brought a worried Mrs Richardson hurtling back through the door but he manages to muffle it, his mouth still on hers. He made her wait, made her work for this release, and the impact when he finally lets her come is shattering. He can feel her body bucking and shaking, her pussy clenching and convulsing around his thrusting fingers. He slants his thrusts to hit her G-spot each time, deliberately building and drawing out the pleasure for her. She’s given him what he wanted, and now he wants to please her, delight her. And most importantly of all, leave her with a healthy appetite for more.
At last, she’s still again. Lying flat on the table, her breathing only slightly ragged, her eyes closed, her expression now one of utter contentment. Nathan straightens and slowly slides his fingers from her pussy, more than a little pleased with his morning’s work so far. An
d it’s not yet nine thirty.
He gazes down at her, still spread out on his table, a feast waiting to be enjoyed. Her naked breasts are lifting slightly with each breath, her nipples still perfectly erect and swollen. Her thighs are spread wide and she’s making no attempt to move or adjust her clothing. She’s his, for the taking, now. Just as he wanted her.
Ignoring the insistent and painful twitching of his cock, and the even more painful ache in his balls, Nathan steps away, watching Eva’s face as she returns fully to her senses. He almost laughs out loud as she opens her mouth, and thanks him politely.
He can do polite too. “You’re very welcome, Miss Byrne.”
She pulls herself up to sit on the edge of the table, straightening her skirt and underwear. Meanwhile, after a sharp glance at the door, Nathan reaches down to pick her discarded T-shirt and quickly helps her back into it. “So, Leeds on Thursday, then?”
“Go on, love, you’ll have a lovely time.” Mrs Richardson chips in her comment as she hurries back in through the door. He heard her footsteps outside and only just managed to get Eva’s top back on in time. Whilst he had no illusions that Mrs Richardson knew what was going on, rubbing everyone’s face in it is just tacky. And in any case, where Grace goes, Rosie won’t be far behind.
He can’t hide his smirk of amusement though as, startled by the sudden reappearance of the housekeeper, Eva glances sharply to either side of her. At last she’s remembering exactly where she is, perched on the edge of the kitchen table, the breakfast crockery still around her. He can’t help thinking she gives a whole new meaning to ‘breakfast roll’.
Grace makes herself busy, tidying up her domain, once more assuming supremacy in her territory. Nathan is painfully aware though of his rampant erection threatening to burst the front of his jeans, and wonders if perhaps he should have ordered Grace out for a little longer and finish what he started. Any such notion is dispelled, totally and absolutely, by the arrival of Rosie, his eight-year-old daughter, dancing into the room on the hunt for food and cuddles.
