by Opal Carew
But not like this. Where he sat there fully clothed and watched her.
She drew in a deep breath and dropped the bra to the floor. Her nipples ached as they pushed forward, tight and hard. She tucked her fingers under the waistband of her lacy undies and guided them over her hips, then down her legs to the floor. Slowly, she stood up, intensely aware of her total nudity.
“Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
His gaze, cold and indifferent, traveled from her head to her toes, then back up again. Settling on her breasts … then moving lower.
She could feel the heat inside her. Spreading. Filling her with need.
Even though he seemed so distant and … almost disinterested … she wanted him. Needed him with a quiet desperation.
“Kneel down.”
She lowered herself to her knees.
“Now bow down, pressing your face to the floor.”
She leaned forward and placed her nose to the soft carpet, her hands on either side of her head.
“Lift your ass in the air.”
She could tell by his voice that he’d stood up and was moving behind her. She followed his order, extremely conscious of the fact that her most intimate flesh was exposed to his view.
“Widen your legs. I want a better look at you.”
She slid her knees further apart. She could feel his gaze on her as if it had physically brushed across her flesh.
“Do you like me looking at you like this?” he asked.
Her cheeks grew hotter. She didn’t know what to say.
“Just be honest, Dana.”
“No, Sir.” But as soon as she said it, she knew it was a lie. “I mean…” She bit her lip. “I do, but it’s … embarrassing.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about showing me your body, Dana. You are a beautiful woman. Every part of you is beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He walked past her and she heard him settling on the couch again.
“Come here, Dana.”
She pushed herself from the floor and stood up. As she walked toward him, he sipped his drink. She stopped in front of him and he perused her naked body.
“Kneel in front of me.”
He opened his legs and she lowered herself down, settling on her knees between his thighs.
“Undo my pants.”
She reached for the button, noticing the bulge growing under the fine wool fabric. She released the button, then gripped the zipper tab between her fingertips and dragged it downward.
Oh, God, how she wanted to feel his hot, hard shaft in her hands.
She reached inside, anxious to see his massive erection. To press her lips to him and take him deep in her mouth.
But his hand clamped around her wrist, gripping her like a steel band, stopping her.
Her eyes widened.
“Do only what you’re told to do. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
He released her hand and she drew it away.
“Usually, I would punish you for something like that, but I’ll let you off with a warning.” His gaze locked on hers. “This time.”
“Thank you, Sir.” But she remembered what it was like to be punished by him. To feel his hand on her behind. Would it be like that again? Or would he do something … harsher?
She knelt there, waiting for his command.
He drew his cock from his pants and her mouth went dry at the sight of it. Long, hard, the veins along the side pulsing. She licked her lips, wanting to taste it.
He watched her as he wrapped his hand around it, then stroked.
“Are you wet, Dana?”
“What?” She dragged her gaze from his cock to his face. She could feel the slickness between her thighs. “Uh … yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now fuck me.”
* * *
She bit her lip, startled by his command. She wasn’t sure what to do with him sitting there, his cock pointing to the ceiling. He had always led before.
She stood up and took his hand, assuming he would follow her to the bedroom, but he didn’t budge.
“I mean right here.”
“Oh.”
She glanced at the couch, wondering if she could get him to lie down, or if maybe he assumed she’d lie down and he’d actually take the lead.
“You seem confused.” He took her hands and drew her forward until she was kneeling on the couch over him, his cock hovering so close to her slick folds. “Like this.”
She sucked in a breath when he brushed his hard flesh against her. Then he took her hand and wrapped it around him.
“Now fuck me.”
With his hard cock at her opening, she lowered herself slowly. His cockhead stretched her as she took him inside, then glided into her as she moved downward. Oh, God, he was so thick and hard. She kept going, taking him deeper, until finally, he was all the way inside and she was sitting on his lap.
They were face-to-face. His unsettling blue eyes locked on hers. She wanted to lean forward and brush her lips to his. To kiss him, and for him to kiss her back. With passion. And love.
But mostof all, she wanted to wipe away the indifference in his eyes. To see the loving glow that she’d glimpsed so many times when they’d been at the mansion.
But now, sitting here with him inside her body, it was like gazing into the face of a stranger.
“Fuck me,” he murmured, desire transforming his stone-cold tone to one of need.
She raised her body, relishing the feel of his big cockhead gliding along her passage, then lowered herself again.
His hands slid around her waist, but only lightly, not controlling her movements. She moved up and down, his cock filling her again and again.
Pleasure swelled through her.
She was surprised at how exciting it was to be in control. Even though he was the one commanding her, she set the pace. She controlled the movements. He allowed her to ride his body as she saw fit.
But after a few moments, he wrapped his hands around her waist and adjusted her pace, taking back control. His jaw tensed as he guided her to move faster, his big cock pulsing inside her. Thrusting deeper and harder. The sensations pounding through her were exhilarating. Pleasure built inside her, and she moaned.
He arched his hips, pushing deeper still and she gasped.
“Oh, God, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Dana.”
His eyes, now filled with heated need, reminded her of what they’d shared before. Of what she wanted to have with him always.
An explosion of pleasure burst through her and she flew straight to heaven.
* * *
Mason held her close to him, catching his breath. Fuck, that had been sexy as hell.
But now he had to get a grip on himself. He needed to keep tight control on his feelings and treat Dana like a sub.
Distance and control. That was the key.
Finally, she drew back. She gripped his shoulders and locked gazes with him, his cock still cradled in the warmth of her body.
“How did I do?”
The joyful light in her eyes made him realize he had to ramp things up. She still saw this as a fun and sexy adventure.
“Very well, but you seem to have forgotten how to properly address me.”
She smiled. “How did I do, Sir?”
“That’s better. It’s been a long day and we’re both tired, so I won’t punish you this time. But starting tomorrow morning, if you break a rule, I will discipline you.”
She stroked his cheek with her soft hand. “Yes, Sir.”
He captured it and drew it away. “Stand up and gather your clothes. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
When she drew away, his cock slipped from her body. Instantly, he missed her warmth. He watched her lovely, naked form as she picked up her clothing. He grabbed her suitcase and she followed him down the hallway to the last door on the right. He opened it and turned on the light. She frowned as she peered inside.
“I won’t be sleeping in your room?” she asked.
“No.” He led her inside and placed her suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed. “You will cook breakfast for me in the morning. Have it ready by seven thirty.”
He walked to the dresser and picked up the black box he’d arranged to have delivered. He opened it and took out a black leather collar.
“Lift your hair,” he instructed.
She did so and he wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened it snugly. When she released her hair, he glided his hand over the silky mass, smoothing it. The sight of the collar around her neck—his collar—touched him in a way he never thought possible. He simply stared for a moment until he reclaimed his bearings.
“Once breakfast is done, go to my bedroom and wait for me outside the door.” He hooked his finger through the shiny D-ring. “Naked except for this collar. And on your knees.”
Her eyes widened.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
“Good.” Then he walked across the room and left without looking back.
* * *
Dana walked her fingers over the thick leather of the collar as she stared after Mason. She hadn’t expected to be banned to a separate room when they got here. She’d wanted to sleep in is arms, cuddled close to his solid body. To wake up with him. To make love in the morning in the sunlight.
But he called the shots and she’d agreed to that.
She glanced around the room. It wasn’t a big suite like in the mansion, but it was large.
She walked into the en suite bathroom to take a shower, but stopped as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Totally naked with a black collar around her neck.
She ran her fingers over the collar again. She still remembered the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin as he’d put it on. The feel of him fastening it around her neck, then the intense look in his eyes as he’d gazed at it.
As soon as he’d put it on her, she’d felt totally possessed by him.
She turned on the water in the shower, reluctantly took off the collar, and placed it on the vanity counter, then stepped under the stream of water.
When she finally climbed into the strange bed, she set an alarm, and pulled the covers up around her neck. She closed her eyes, wishing Mason were next to her, but quickly dropped off to sleep.
It seemed only moments later when the alarm jarred her awake. Six o’clock.
She got up and grabbed a robe from her suitcase, then went into the bathroom to get ready. Not that there was much to do since she would be greeting Mason naked. Her stomach tensed at the thought. It all seemed so strange.
How had things turned around so drastically? She had always fantasized about being with Mason, but never like this. Wearing a collar around her neck and him commanding her and … punishing her. She never would have dreamed it would be this way between them.
His stern manner had thrown her off-balance, and the whole situation left her uncertain.
But at the same time, it filled her with a wild sense of excitement.
Fifteen minutes later, she had bacon cooking in a pan and was mixing the dough for biscuits. When they were in the oven, she cut up some fresh fruit and made a nice fruit salad. By seven o’clock, she was washing up the dishes she’d used for preparation, then she set the table. Finally, she put the coffee on.
She glanced at the clock as she washed her hands, then hurried to her bedroom. She fastened the collar around her neck and shed the robe. Seconds later she approached Mason’s bedroom door, her stomach fluttering. She glanced around, feeling odd walking around his penthouse naked. Completely vulnerable and exposed.
She knelt down on the carpeted floor and waited.
And waited.
If felt like forever, but it was probably only five minutes, before she heard the doorknob turn. She dropped her gaze to the floor as the door opened.
* * *
Mason glanced at Dana, kneeling by his door, her gaze cast downward, and his breath caught.
Naked. Beautiful. And submissive.
His hard cock ached, as it had all night long, and excitement curled through him at the thought of dominating her. She would do anything he told her to do.
He pulled the leash from his pocket and attached it to the collar.
“Stand up.” As soon as she stood up, he tugged on the leash, guiding her to the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When they got to the kitchen, she started to walk to the oven, but he tugged her back, then marched her to the table and pushed aside the dishes and cutlery. He pressed her against the table, flattened his hand between her shoulder blades, and leaned her forward until she was bent over it. She murmured a slight protest, probably at the cold, hard tabletop against her sensitive nipples.
“Open your legs.”
She widened her stance, opening her thighs.
The sight of her intimate flesh exposed to him sent his heart thumping wildly. All night, he’d longed for morning to arrive so he could find her naked and kneeling by his door. Then when he’d stepped out of his room and seen her there, just as he’d anticipated, his cock had grown hard as steel.
He had to have her.
He ran his finger over her slit. Fuck, she was already wet.
He pressed his cockhead to her folds and slid it up and down over her slickness. Then he pressed forward into her yielding flesh. He almost gasped as her warmth surrounded him.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. And you are not to come. Do you understand?”
“I … uh…”
He drew back a little, stroking her canal.
“Do you understand?” he snapped.
“Yes, Sir.”
But he was sure she didn’t really. The idea of holding off her own orgasm probably confused her.
He drew back, then thrust deep into her, her hot, wet flesh surrounding him.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The need in her voice heated his blood. He drew back and thrust deep again. She moaned.
He coiled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, then thrust deep again. His fingers wrapped lightly around her neck. Then he thrust again, pleasure dancing through him.
He continued filling her with long, deep strokes. He could hear her breathing quicken, just as his did, and he could feel her pulse beating frantically against his fingertips.
“Do you like me fucking you on the table?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled, a release of the agitated energy that had been building in him.
He was so fucking close. Of course he was, after lusting for her all night long. He drove into her faster, like a piston, stroking her insides with long, deep strokes.
Her breathing became erratic and he could tell she was getting close.
He tugged on her hair, making her gasp.
“Do…… not … come,” he said sternly, as he pumped into her faster.
Then he felt it. The heat gathering in his groin, coiling tight, then ..
Oh, God. He groaned, loud and long, as he erupted inside her sweet body.
And she moaned her release right along with him.
As soon as he finished, he pulled out, then smacked her bottom so hard it left a red mark. She gasped. Then he smacked again.
He pulled her to a standing position and marched her from the kitchen to the room at the end of the hall, her hair still wound around his hand. The Dark Room, as he called it. Because it served the needs of the darker side of his passion.
He pushed open the door and walked her across the large space to the punishment bench. He guided her to kneel on the padded ledge, then bend over. He extended her arms and cuffed her to the other end of the bench, which was sloped downward so that her ass was pushed up in the air.
Then he stood behind her and slapped her bare ass.
“Oh!” She glanced over her shoulder at
him as he raised his hand. “Why are you…”—she gasped as his hand slapped her ass again—“… doing this?”
“I told you I would punish you if you disobeyed.”
“But I didn’t, I—”
He slapped again. Her ass reddened under the blows.
“I told you not to come.”
“But I can’t control that.”
He slapped again.
“You can and you will.” He slapped one final time, then stared at her bright-red ass.
Had he punished her too much, slapping her perfect round ass until it glowed?
But this was nothing compared to what Sylvie would want. Or Jenna. Or Louisa.
He unfastened the cuffs and drew her to her feet, then guided her across the room. But the sight of her blinking back a tear tore at his heart.
He stopped and grasped her chin, then raised it. “Is this too much for you, Dana?”
It wasn’t meant as a challenge, but as a genuine question.
She shook her head.
“We can stop this right now.”
“No,” she blurted out. “You aren’t going to send me away so soon. I can do this.”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“I made a mistake, Sir.” Fire blazed in her eyes, but she dropped her gaze to the floor. “I’ll do better.”
He nodded. “I know you will.”
He had thought he’d chain her to the wall for a while, to extend the punishment, but now he led her back to the kitchen. She served him breakfast and he had her kneel on the floor beside him as he ate. When he was finished, he ordered her to throw out the rest of the food and clean up the dishes, then join him in the living room.
He didn’t know if she’d eat some of the food or just blindly follow his command and throw it all away, but she needed to find her balance in all of this.
He read his newspaper while she was busy in the kitchen, and continued reading when she entered the room. She seemed uncertain what to do. When he didn’t acknowledge her presence, she finally walked to the chair he sat in and knelt down beside him, just as he’d had her do while he ate breakfast. Without lifting his gaze from the paper, he stroked her hair, like he would a favorite pet.
As time went by, she shifted from her knees and curled her legs by her side, her body resting against his leg. He kept reading the paper, but at no time did he stop being aware of her beside him.
