“That was all my fault. I should have seen it. There were signs all along the way, but I wasn’t paying attention. It’s unacceptable for me to have not been paying attention.”
His eyes were closed, and she could see he was still punishing himself for sins of the past that weren’t really his sins at all. She kissed him softly on the cheek, which brought him back to her. He opened his eyes and kissed her cheek in return.
“Now who’s too hard on himself? I know I’m still figuring all this stuff out, but if you only wanted to be dominant when it came to sex, then why are you responsible for everything that happens, whether it’s related to sex or not?” He started to object, but she placed her finger over his mouth. “She changed. People change.” Her brow furrowed as she had a realization of her own. “And maybe sometimes people don’t really know themselves or what they want until someone shows them another option.”
He began to smile. “Does that mean you’re open to finding out more?”
“I know that I feel more alive when you touch me than I’ve ever felt before. When it came to sex, I always felt disconnected somehow. I don’t know…too much going through my mind, too many distractions…something.” She was still embarrassed to talk about sex; her hands were tightly clasped in her lap and she studied them with fascination. Quietly she continued. “It spilled over into my marriage, and I gradually became disconnected from my husband because of it. Neither of us was happy. Maybe instead of spending more time figuring out who’s to blame, I should try finding something that works for me.”
Lifting her head to look in his eyes, she finally admitted one thing. “I’m tired of being the Vicktimizer, especially when I know the only person I’ve truly victimized is myself.” She smiled shyly and took his large hand in both of hers. “How would you like to try doing that yourself? With me?”
Wrapping his free hand around the nape of her neck, he pulled her mouth to his. It was no longer the gentle brushing of lips that had characterized his kisses since he’d arrived that day. Crushing his lips to hers, he used his hand to tilt her head up. His tongue demanded entrance. He spun his other hand quickly from her grasp; in one quick move, her wrists were bound by his fingers, pressed against her thigh. She returned his passion with equal fervor, angling her head slightly to grant him better access. Catching her lower lip in his teeth, he growled softly.
“You’re nobody’s victim, sweetheart. But I’m still going to have you begging for mercy.”
A shiver of pleasure ran through her.
Releasing her, he leaned back and leveled his gaze with hers, gliding a finger down her throat and along the vee of her shirt.
“Strip.”
Chapter Sixteen
After a moment’s hesitation, she stood shakily before him. She pulled the long-sleeved tee over her head and let it drop to the floor. Her gaze still caught in his, she fumbled with the button of her jeans, finally opening it and lowering the zipper. She had to break eye contact when she bent to pull them down.
Stepping out of the bunched denim, she kicked her pants aside and stood. He crossed his arms and waited, eyeing her bra and quirking one brow to show his impatience. She blushed as she fumbled with the clasp, shrugging her shoulders to let the silken garment slide forward and drop to the floor.
“Very nice,” he encouraged her. “Panties and socks too. I want to see all of you.” When she didn’t react immediately, he made clear his displeasure. “Now, Victoria. No hesitation. Your body belongs to me.”
The reaction he saw in her eyes—quick dilation and then a slight lowering of her eyelids—showed him that she was responding to his commands. There was a submissive in there, but she needed guidance and training. After Holly, he’d limited himself to playing with experienced subs, but the thought of teaching Victoria, training her, thrilled him.
When she was completely exposed to him, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor. He rose and circled her.
“You have such a beautiful body. It pleases me to have you display it.” He stood alongside her, resting one hand lightly just below her throat while his other hand brushed lightly over her skin. “You’re so soft.” He reached down and curved his hand at the swell of her ass. “So lush. I can’t wait to take you to the club and show you off.”
He felt her heart pound under his hand as she quivered. “You like the idea of being seen? That’s good, because I’ve got plans for you that require a visit to Club Marquis.” He’d need to prepare her for the club, but that could wait until later.
“What kind—”
He cut her off. “No, little sub, no questions. Not now. There will be time for questions later. You should know that I like to be watched. But I don’t particularly like to share.” He kept one hand at her throat to gauge her reactions while he continued to explore with the other.
He traced the indentation of her spine up to the nape of her neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged it to expose her neck more fully. He leaned down and ran his teeth lightly up from her collarbone to her earlobe, nipping it before drawing it into his mouth. “They have lots of fun things there to restrain you more creatively than I can on my bed.”
She let out a low moan, and he chuckled.
“You like that idea, don’t you?”
She sighed, and he decided to push her a little further into the formalities he enjoyed.
“The acceptable response would be, ‘Yes, Sir.’” He waited to see how she’d react to calling him Sir. She’d said her father was military, so perhaps it wouldn’t be such a stretch for her.
He could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she processed his demand before she took a deep breath and responded. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice barely a whisper.
“Very good. When we’re playing, you will call me Sir. It’ll help us keep our playtime separate from our other time together.” He kissed her shoulder gently. “Because I plan on spending a lot of time with you, and I want us both to know the difference.”
He felt her body relax after hearing the explanation. She needed to get used to obeying him without question, but he also knew she’d be more comfortable if she knew not just what the rules were, but why they existed. Certainly he wasn’t always going to want her to be comfortable, so she’d have to learn to follow direction regardless.
“I brought some toys with me. I’d like to see how you react so I can get a sense of what you like and what you don’t like. There are some things I’m going to want you to try first before you reject them. Do you trust me to know where the line is?” The backpack was right there near his feet, but he would wait until he had her acceptance before he proceeded.
She nodded.
His eyes narrowed, and he moved to her line of sight, making it clear by his glare that she hadn’t answered appropriately.
Lowering her gaze, she said slowly, “Yes, Sir.”
He lifted her chin with his finger. “You’ll get used to it, sweetheart.” He took her hand and placed it on the zipper of his jeans. “Do you see how hard I am? That’s your submission. Your body and your willingness to obey do that to me.” With his hand over hers, he stroked himself, the constriction of his clothing almost painful. “Let’s find out if I have anything that will get you as turned on as I am, shall we?”
He took her hands and put them behind her back. “Lace your fingers together and spread your legs, shoulder width apart.” He brought one hand back and rested it, fingers spread, on her stomach. He slid it down and pressed one finger into her folds. “I need to see where we’re starting. Feels like you’re already a little turned on, baby. You’re wet. But not enough.” Licking the moisture from his finger, he smiled before turning to his backpack. “I think we can do something about that.”
Michael bent down and rustled in the main section of the bag. He placed a scarf, some silk rope, and a few lengths of chain on the sofa in front of her. She’d already experienced some light bondage, and he knew she liked it. Placing it in plain sight would tell her that i
t was something he planned to do again, but keep her slightly off balance, wondering when it would happen.
Finding what he sought, he palmed the clamps and stood slowly, stopping when his face was even with her breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked gently at first, gradually increasing the pressure. He reached over and cupped her other breast in his hand, running his thumb over the sensitive peak. The feel of her nipples hardening had the same effect on him, and he stood to relieve the pressure. He slipped the clamps in his pocket and went back to fondling her.
“You have fantastic tits, Victoria. And we know they’re sensitive.” He ran his thumbnails lightly over the puckered tips and saw her areolas crinkle even tighter. Pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled them up slightly, allowing the weight of her breasts to increase the sensation. “I’ve got something that will make every movement send a shock wave straight from your breasts to your pussy.”
He released her soft globes and stepped behind her, pulling the clamps from his pocket. He maintained contact with one hand to read her response, holding his other hand open to show her the small clips he’d selected for her. She tensed slightly, but he also noticed a shiver of anticipation. He slid the hand at her neck down, fingers spread wide, and rubbed against both nipples with his thumb and pinky.
When her head tipped back to rest against him, he opened a clip and affixed it to her right nipple. He adjusted it until he heard her gasp, loosening it slightly before repeating the process on her left nipple. The two clips had a chain between them and, because she had leaned back into him, it lay against her stomach once the second clamp was in place.
He ran his fingers lightly over her breasts, her breath sputtering when he lingered at the heated peaks, before reaching down and fingering her pussy. As she groaned, he used his free hand to give the chain a slight tug. The groan intensified.
“Your pussy is so much wetter now.” He tugged at the chain again. “That just made your clit throb, didn’t it?”
She moaned, rolling her head from side to side against his shoulder.
“Is that how you answer me?” he asked sternly, slapping her thigh sharply.
Her eyes flew open, and she stiffened.
“Yes, Sir. I mean, no, Sir.”
“So hard to keep track when you’re distracted like this, isn’t it? We only have a few rules now, but I’ll punish you when you break them.” The finger he’d been rubbing against her was wet, and he ran it up and over her clit. “They make clamps for here too, you know.” He felt her shudder slightly. “But I think we’ll wait awhile on that. Not today.” She relaxed again.
Giving the chain another tug, a bit more firmly than before, he nipped her earlobe before returning to the backpack. Without him supporting her, she was slightly wobbly; she let her hands slip apart so she could touch him for balance.
“Ah ah ahhh…hands behind your back.” He found what he was looking for in the bag. “These cuffs should help with that.”
She gasped and began to protest.
“I’m not sure about that. Um, Sir.” Her voice shook, and he saw fear and worry etched on her face.
He held out the leather wrist cuffs he’d brought. “Not handcuffs, sweetheart. These are much more comfortable. I’ve got cuffs for your upper arms too.” He remembered how much she enjoyed having her breasts on display for him. He tossed the wrist cuffs on the sofa and pulled out the arm cuffs instead. It would be slightly less comfortable, but she’d have her hands free, which could prove interesting.
He held up the leather cuffs designed to wrap around her biceps. “Hold out your arm.”
The cuffs looked harmless enough, like a thick leather watchband, but instead of a watch face it had a metal ring on it. It didn’t have a lock like handcuffs. She looked nervous, as if she was analyzing them and imagining how they’d work.
He waited. This was a sign of trust, and he needed to be patient. Today was about building trust, so he would let her take the time she needed to process. It wouldn’t be that way for long, but he could give her that now.
She let her hands fall to her sides and looked at her arm for a brief moment before extending it to him.
“Good girl. Remember, you can always tell me to stop. I won’t do anything you don’t want. You have a safe word.” He calmed her, soothed her with his voice. As he talked, he wrapped the strip of leather around her arm and fitted the closure before running his finger underneath it. When he was finished, he moved to her other side.
She held her arm away from her body and smiled shyly at him. He could see the anxiety on her face, but it was intermingled with excitement. He leaned forward and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Her willingness and courage took his breath away. This strong and independent woman was giving herself over to him. Arousal pulsated through him.
He tugged lightly on the chain, and she whimpered. He slid his hand back down to her pussy and stroked her, drawing moisture from inside her up to her clit to tease the throbbing bud.
He broke the kiss and reached down to the sofa, picking up the shortest length of chain. After attaching it to one cuff, he pulled her arms closer together before attaching it to the other. Perfect. Her shoulders were pulled back and her back was arched, pushing her chest forward. She could still move her hands, but her breasts were definitely front and center. As he studied her, he quickly unbuttoned his flannel shirt and let it slip to the floor, wanting to feel her bare skin against his.
He pressed against her from behind, cupping the soft mounds in his hands while he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You said you liked having your tits on display. You should see yourself now. Fucking incredible.”
He squeezed her breasts, bringing the flesh together and making the chain dance. Rocking his hips, he pressed his erection against her hands. “Unbutton my jeans. I want to feel your hands on my cock.”
The back of her head was resting on his shoulder, and she opened her hands and pressed them against him. The pressure alone nearly made him explode, and then she ran her fingers along the outline of his cock.
Just as he was about to yank the chain in punishment for teasing him, her fingers moved to the button of his jeans. Quickly she had his pants open. She whimpered when she found his underwear blocking the way. She ran her hands up to the elastic and slipped underneath it, her warm fingers wrapping around him.
He groaned at the sensation. As she massaged him, he stroked and squeezed her breasts. Needing to regain his self-control, he let out a deep moan before backing away.
“Much more of that and you’ll make me come. We can’t have that. I want you on your knees, sub.” Holding her waist firmly with both hands, he guided her to the floor. “That’s right. Spread your knees now. Let me see that beautiful pussy.” She flushed and barely spread her legs. He sensed she was getting close to her limit, but not whether it was the posing itself or the combination of factors.
He stripped down so he was as naked as she was and knelt behind her, again leaning in so his hushed voice would seduce her past her resistance.
Running his hands up and down her thighs, he kissed her shoulder. “Seeing you open to me like this makes me so hard I want to fuck you into next week. But it’s not about me, sweetheart.” His hands slipped to the inside of her thighs and kept stroking her, down to her knees and back, stopping just short of where she wanted him. “It pleases me to see you like this, so aroused, so available.” He increased the pressure outward, encouraging her to open her legs for him. “Before I take you, I want to make you scream.”
Finally her legs were spread wide, and he rewarded her by sliding a finger inside of her, pushing deep and letting his palm press against her clit.
“Good girl. Just like that. That’s how I want you.” He reached over to the sofa and picked up the scarf.
“I’d like to help you get lost in the sensations I’m going to give you. Will you let me blindfold you?” He held the silk scarf in front of her.
She bit her bottom lip as she
considered it. When he tugged at the chain, she whimpered.
“Time’s up. Now it’s my choice.” He’d seen the heady rush of arousal shoot through her as she considered it, and he decided to try. She also needed to learn that choices like this weren’t the norm. If she squandered the opportunity, he was going to do what he wanted to do. “Close your eyes, Victoria.”
After he’d tied the blindfold, he moved in front of her and nuzzled her neck, listening to her breathing and her heartbeat to make sure she was okay. She was panting, but her heartbeat was steady. He slipped his left hand between her legs and reached back to his bag of tricks with his right.
After pulling out the vibrator, he reached over and flicked at her nipples. She was so sensitive at that point he considered making her come just by removing the clamps and suckling until he pushed her over the edge. But he didn’t want her first orgasm as dom and sub to be tied to pain.
That can be her second orgasm, he thought to himself, smiling.
He took the vibe out of its protective sleeve and palmed the end to warm it. Using his left hand, he opened her pussy lips and tapped her clit, causing her to drop her head back and moan, almost whining with her arousal. Then he placed the vibrator at her entrance and slipped the tip in. She gasped. When he saw that she’d begun to process what was happening, he slowly slid the rest of the toy inside her. After a light tug on the chain, he began to slide it in and out slowly.
Her hips began to rock involuntarily. Leaning forward, he licked a nipple as he flipped the switch on the vibrator. She let out a shriek at the sensation.
He licked the other nipple and then tugged harder on the chain as he pushed the toy in deeper, then withdrew. He brought his lips to her ear.
“Can you come for me?” he asked. Then he bit her earlobe and tugged the chain again.
Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. She arched her chest forward farther as her head dropped back and her thighs quivered. Her hips began to rock as her whimpering combined into a steady cry of pleasure. But he didn’t stop. The vibrator kept thrusting, his mouth grazed her neck, his palm pushed against her mound, and she shrieked incoherently.
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