Becoming His Collection

by Haley Monroe

My toes are curling in my heels and my thighs are trembling as he works me. In and out he draws his fingers, twisting and separating them to stretch me open. I’m so wet I can hear his fingers pumping in and out of me. “I need to,” I whine when his teeth nip at my earlobe. “Please, I need to come.”

  “No.” He licks over the place where his teeth had just been and forces a third finger into my pussy. I have to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming out his name. His thumb finds my poor, swollen clit and he flicks its back and forth so quickly I see stars. He finally lifts his hand that’s keeping mine on the table and uses it to grab my chin. He pulls my mouth to his and swallows my gargled moans as I splinter around his fingers.

  The orgasm so intense that I can’t control the lower half of my body. My hips buck on their own accord to fuck his hand. He keeps pressing my clit to make my pleasure last as long as possible. His three fingers are as deep inside of me as he can reach them and he just wiggles and works them without pulling out as I coat them in my girly come.

  By the time he is finally finished and my heart rate slows to an almost normal pace, I can’t feel my toes and sweat drips from my temple. I know my face must be brighter red than the cities new fire trucks and pretending he didn’t just make me come would be a silly thing to try to pull off. He pulls back from my lips and my eyes flutter open. I slump weakly in the bench and he smirks. “Fucking perfect.”

  I murmur some kind of sound of agreement but I can’t form words right now. I watch him watching me. His hand is still between my legs and his powerful thumb circles my overworked clit with my juices, making me twitch. “Please,” I half laugh, half moan. “No more.”

  He gives me a soft nod and grins. “Only because you did so well but I think its best that you know, in private, I’ll never be satisfied with you having just a single orgasm or you deciding when enough is enough.” He slowly drags his fingers from my pussy and brings his hand up for both of us to see. My come covers his three fingers and the web of his hand. “I’d say this was a successful first meeting then, wouldn’t you?”

  My gaze flicks behind him and no one is watching us now. I don’t know how I pulled off coming that hard and not giving us away, but I’m so thankful that I had. The risk of being busted only added to the intensity of the moment and I wouldn’t change it if I had a choice. I lean forward and suck two of his fingers into my mouth.

  Jacob groans when my tongue swirls around his fingers to clean all of my essence from them. When I pull back, I lick at his third finger, our eyes locked together as I do. “Such a good little fucking slut,” he purrs and kisses my mouth to taste my pussy on my tongue.

  We take a moment to just observe one another. I know he is taking note of my sweaty appearance and the lusty flush of my cheeks. I watch the darkness in his eyes retreat and the brightness return. “I have to get back to work, kitten. Can I walk you to your car?”

  “I’d like that.” I force a smile. I don’t want him to go. I want to return the favor he just gave me. I want to spend the rest of the day exploring each other in a place where I can scream out how good he makes me feel.

  Jacob stands first and offers his hand to help me from the bench. My legs are a bit shaky and I can feel the squish between my thighs when I try to walk, but he pulls me to his side and takes most of my weight. His strong arm feels good around my waist and I let my head fall onto his shoulder as we walk out of the busy coffee shop, with none of its patrons the wiser of what just happened in the back corner.

  “I’m over here,” I point to my little red car and together we walk toward it in a comfortable silence. When we reach the car, he slips his hand from my side to place both hands on my hips. He turns me and backs me up until my ass hits the car door. The parking lot is just as busy, but because of the cold, no one is lingering outside.

  “I want to see you tonight,” he states. I smile up at him and push my hair off my shoulders.

  “Do you?”

  “Mmhm,” his hands reach for the buttons on my pea coat and panic grips me. He’s going to open my coat out here? I don’t know how to feel, or what to do. I shake my head.

  “Jacob, you can’t.” He scoffs at my words and looks me directly in the eyes.

  “We’ve spoken often, you know I won’t do anything that you really don’t want me to do. I would never do anything to cause you harm and I’ll always protect you, and in exchange for those things, you’ll do what?”

  I swallow tightly. We have spoken of this and I know exactly the words he’s looking for. “I’ll trust you.”

  “Good girl.” He smiles and pops the first of my four buttons. The icy wind travels down my cleavage and gives me a chill. “Do you trust me, Hannah?”

  I scan his face, this man I know, but don’t know at the same time I want to trust him, to explore things with him but… “I’m scared.” I answer honestly and look down at our shoes. Guilt for not being able to give him what he wants floods me and I feel shameful for leading him on. He pops the second button and then tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.

  “Being scared is natural. I’m scared as well.” He admits.

  “You are?”

  “Of course, I am. I’m scared that my guidance could cause you pain or hurt you emotionally. I’m worried that what I think is best for you might actually not be, that you won’t be open to me and that I’ve already invested too much into something that will fall flat again. But that’s what makes this so special, Hannah. We do it together. We give and we take. We share in all things and work through them. Together.”

  I lick my lips before pressing them together. Could he be any more fucking perfect? “Okay,” I agree. “I trust you.”

  “That’s my girl.” He grins and opens the third and fourth button. He holds the lapels of my coat in place for a moment. “I shouldn’t open this, it will only make it that much harder for me to go back to work, but I have to see you.” I look down to find a giant bulge straining in his pants. It’s huge and makes me shift my feet excitedly. I want to feel it.

  “Can I?” I ask with my eyes still on his cock. My hand begins to reach out but he shakes his head.

  “No. If you touch me, I won’t be able to stop myself. You can touch your fill tonight.” I pout, but let my hand fall back to my side.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I play the good girl he says I am and wait for him to open my coat. He draws in a breath that sounds almost shaky and I love that a man of such control is struggling with the thought of seeing my body. Then he pulls the sides open and I gasp when the wind greets my exposed skin. My nipples feel rock hard from the chill surrounding me and from the heat in Jacob’s eyes.

  “Oh, pretty girl.” He muses, his husky tone oozing approval of my shivering body. His gaze drops to my tits that heave with my nervous breathing then down to my pale belly. I look down to see what he’s seeing and feel silly when I realize he never straightened my thong and it’s still pulled over to the side of my mound, letting the cold air kiss at my clit and wet pussy lips. “I’m going to have so much fun using this perfect body as my personal fuck toy. You were built for me to abuse.”

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  That probably shouldn’t turn me on but it does. I want him to use and abuse me. To make me feel him for days after he’s been gone. He drops the sides of my coat and trails the tip of his finger along my collar bone to the center of my chest and then down between my cleavage. “You’ll wear this, tonight. No panties.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I agree and tense my stomach muscles as the back of his knuckle traces down my tummy. He takes a moment to adjust my thong, pulling it back into place over my mound.

  “Mm,” He moans at my words. His left hand holds my waist and our eyes meet. He steps closer to me, pinning my hips against my car with his own. That thick bulge in his pants stabs against my lower belly and all I can think about is throwing my arms around his neck, climbing up his fit body to grind my wet snatch against his throbbing erection. “I’ll be home after seven.” His right hand plucks a busine
ss card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and he holds it between two fingers for me to take.

  “I don’t know if I can wait that long.” I take the card from his fingers; the thick cardstock feels expensive and luxurious. The hand on my waist curls around my body to hold my lower back. His hips grind against mine, mashing my ass into the door panel of my car as he brings his cheek to mine.

  “Pleasure is found first in anticipation and second in memory.” The heat of his body chases away the icy air around my nakedness and I press my chest into his. “I promise that tonight, we’ll form many pleasing memories. Just know that the waiting is as difficult for me as it is for you, kitten.” He kisses my cheek and steps back to button the four buttons on my coat. “I’ll be expecting you.” He gives me a nod and a charming smile that makes my knees weak and then walks away.

  I turn the card over in my hand and read the details; Jacob Hoff, luxury real estate representative. His cell and business phone numbers are listed as well as the location of his office. The email listed isn’t the one I have and for some reason that makes me feel special. That I have his personal contacts maybe means I’m more than just a sub for him to play with.

  On the flip side of the card, written by hand is the address to his house where I’m supposed to meet him tonight. I run my finger over the ink and imagine the hand that wrote it. Such skilled fingers, well-kept nails and strong veins that are visible through the tan skin covering the back of his hands.

  The wind picks up and slams into me with a freezing force. I close the lapels at my throat and turn to open my car door. I get inside and drop my purse into the passenger seat. I’m not ready to leave just yet. My mind is spinning and my emotions are mixed up.

  For a first date, that was so intense. Of course, coming here in little to nothing, I knew our meeting would be of a sexual nature, but I didn’t expect for my heart to be so into it. I didn’t expect for his eyes to see right through me and for his voice to seep into my soul. Sitting here watching the busy parking lot in front of me makes me feel so alone. I hug my arms around my chest and feel my mouth tug into a pout.

  How could I be sad right now? I met a man who’s controlling yet thoughtful. Who’s stern but sincere. He’s sexier than sin and sweet too. It appears like I’m the luckiest little girl on the planet and yet I’m sad.

  I reach for my cell phone and dial Jacob’s number. It rings only a few times before his deep voice greets me. “Yes, kitten?” I was worried he would be annoyed with me for calling so soon after we parted but he doesn’t sound agitated or annoyed.

  “I feel sad,” I blurt.

  “And why’s that, princess.” I lean back into the driver’s seat and sigh.

  “I don’t know. I’m happy we met and I had a lot of fun.” My chest feels tight and I drop my head into my hands with a huff.

  “But?” He interrupts.

  “But, I’m overwhelmed and can’t figure out how I feel.”

  “Okay. Tell me, do you wish to visit me this evening?” His voice is full of caring concern that makes my heart speed up.

  “Yes, of course I do.”

  “Do you feel that coming here will put you in an unsafe situation?”

  “No, not at all Daddy.” I blow the words out with my frustration, hating how confusing this is.

  “I want you to close your eyes, kitten. Take in five deep breaths, let me hear them.” He goes silent as I pull in a full breath and hold it for a few seconds before blowing it out. I repeat it four more times and then he speaks. “Good girl. You’re safe, and everything you’re feeling is normal. You and I both know that being a submissive means giving up a lot of yourself and sometimes when you get it back it can be a shaky feeling.”

  “Yeah,” I agree, feeling so silly for not already knowing that’s what’s going on with me.

  “Listen, I have a meeting, I cannot come and get you but if you don’t feel comfortable driving, I can have a car over there in a few minutes to take you wherever you want to go with a person to follow in your car.”

  “No, no. I’ll be okay now that we talked about it. You don’t have to do that.”

  “I know I don’t have to.” His calm voice feels good in my ear. “But I’d be happy to do just that. I want to really take care of you, Hannah, and that includes making sure you’re balanced after we play. I should have stayed with you longer and for not doing so I apologize. You did the right thing by calling me to talk, baby. I’m so proud of you for knowing to do that.”

  A smile pulls over my lips and happiness pushes out all of my sadness. “Thank you, Jacob, really. But I’m much better now. I can drive just fine. I’m going to go straight home until it’s time to meet you.”

  “Call me if you change your mind, if I can’t answer, my secretary will call you back to make sure it isn’t an emergency, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I agree, feeling important and taken care of instead of unsure and messy.

  “Say it, Hannah. Tell me that you will not hesitate to call if you feel, in anyway, you need help or just want to talk.” His soft tone turns a bit harsher indicating his seriousness.

  “I’ll call you, Sir. If I feel unsure in any way.”

  “I’m very serious about this. Don’t ever hesitate to reach out to me by phone or email. You have both of my emails now. I’m here for you, Hannah.”

  The last bit of trepidation disappears from my system and I lower his business card onto the dash of my car and push the key into the ignition. “Thank you, Daddy.” I smile into my phone. “I really do feel much better.”

  “Good. I’m going into my meeting now but I won’t be able to stop thinking about that skimpy black lace covering your beautiful body. Goodbye for now, baby girl.”

  “Bye, Daddy.” I hang up before he does and blow out a breath. Whoa, I must be fucking crazy. I’ve been a submissive to several Doms over the few years that I’ve been in the lifestyle, but I’ve never felt a connection like this. Normally, playing with a man, like Jacob, just meant that I was going to have a really great orgasm and be sent on my way to go about my business as usual. This “lunch date” was anything but normal.

  Great orgasm? Check. Going on about my business. Not so much. I knew I was addicted to his personality online but in person he has me more than addicted, I feel dependent. Backing my car out of the parking space, I begin to make my way home. I replay our meeting in my head over and over. Thinking about how he touched me and the words he used when he spoke to me. I daydream while driving about that prominent bulge in his pants and try to imagine just how big he really is, how his thickness will fill me and if I can handle it.

  The Bluetooth in my car interrupts my unsafe auto-pilot driving and startles me into paying attention. I’ve driven five minutes without remembering the buildings I’ve passed or the streets I’ve gone by and mentally cuss myself out for fading into my thoughts. I press the answer button on my steering wheel, “Hello?”

  “Hey chick,” Miranda’s high-pitched voice fills my car. “Are you still with Jacob?”

  “Nope, we finished just a bit ago.” I pay attention to the road this time as I drive home.

  “Tell me all the filthy, dirty details. He’s hot, isn’t he? God, it killed me not to tell you how hot he is.” I laugh at her and it feels good to have someone other than Jacob to talk about lunch with.

  “He is so perfect, Miranda. I’m so thankful you introduced us.”

  “Yeah, yeah, tell me what happened. I know something, happened.”

  “Oh, not much. You know, he just fingered me till I came all over myself in the back corner of a coffee shop.” I pretend to be nonchalant. “Totally your everyday, first date.”

  “No?” She gushes and then bursts into laughter. “How the fuck did he pull that off? Didn’t you scream?”

  “I wanted to that’s for sure. He knew my body so perfectly. It was so weird but in a fucking awesome way. He knew when I was close and kissed me to hush my sounds. He used his body to block me from the othe
r customers but I’m pretty sure a few people knew what was going on.” I explain and feel my belly flip flop all over again.

  “Oh, that’s so hot.” She giggles and I can’t help but giggle right along with her. “Do you think he’ll bring you to the Play House any time soon?” The Play House is a kink club but its specifically geared to little’s and their Daddy/Mommy partners. I’ve attended as a guest with Miranda and her Dom a few times but I felt weird as a third wheel. Miranda doesn’t like to share her man, in any way and it put a strain on our friendship. I stopped tagging along when I realized that was the cause of some of our friction.

  “I don’t know. Do you see him there a lot?” A knot forms in my belly at the thought of Jacob at the Play House with other subs.

  “I think he treats it like a bar or live porn. We’ve ran into him a few times but I’ve never seen him playing with anyone. It would be so fun if we could double date!” The knot loosens up a little and I turn the car into my driveway.

  “That would be super fun! I’m seeing him tonight, at his house.” My shoulder shrugs as if she can see me. “I’ll ask him tonight and let you know.”

  “Sweet!” She squeals and I have to turn the volume down on the radio. “I’m so happy for you, Hannah. I just knew the two of you would be perfect together! Text me when you get home safe, ‘kay?”

  “Will do, babes. Thanks for,” I pause and laugh lightly. “Everything.”

  “Anything for you, bitch.” I laugh again as she hangs up. I shut off the car and drag my purse onto my shoulder. The short walk from the driveway to the house feels much longer to my exhausted legs than it really is.

  Once inside, I drop my things and strip out of my coat. I’m supposed to wear the same thing to Jacob’s house tonight but I feel like I’ve soiled everything, not just my panties. I unbuckled my high heels and peel them off my tired feet. Stepping onto the hard wood floor feels wonderful after my soles had be arched for so long.

  In the kitchen, I pour a glass of wine. It’s just after two p.m. now and I have a long time to wait until meeting Jacob, one glass won’t hurt. I wander over to the stereo and turn on some old school, sexy R&B then sway to the master bathroom and twist the knob to the faucet over the big garden tub. The water rushes out and I wiggle my fingers under the spray to test the temperature.