DelightMe

by Desiree Holt

  “Outside the club.” In the open. Leaving her no one like G to pull her out if she needed it.

  “Would you be willing to do that?” When Dani didn’t answer immediately she continued, “He has his own reservations about relationships, Dani. I think it would be a positive thing for the two of you to meet. May I set something up for the two of you?”

  Dani nibbled on her lower lip. Could she? Take this chance? See if in her newly acknowledged role she could find the relationship that had always escaped her?

  “Yes. Okay.” She thought for a minute. “Tomorrow is Saturday. If he’s available, there’s a little restaurant that serves a great brunch.” She gave G the details. “I’ll be there at eleven in the morning. If… If he decides not to show I’ll understand.”

  “I think you can count on him being there,” G assured her. “Let me make the call. Unless you hear back from me, then the meeting is on.”

  Dani replaced the phone and went to pour more wine. Had she just made the biggest mistake of her life or taken the biggest step forward?

  I guess tomorrow I’ll find out.

  * * * * *

  When she entered the restaurant the room was filled with people, the air crowded with the buzz of conversation. Ethan was already waiting for her at a table in the far corner. He stood as she approached, those beautiful lips curved in a smile.

  “Thank you for agreeing to this.” He pulled her chair out for her, waited until she was comfortable before he sat down again.

  “I… It’s…” She shook her head. She was losing it and she’d just gotten here. “You’re welcome. Thank you for asking for this.”

  A waitress brought menus, filled coffee cups, said she’d be back for their orders.

  He reached across the table and took one of her hands lightly in his, a bold move for a sub to touch without permission. But then, she’d already accepted the fact that he was no ordinary sub.

  “I worried that I’d offended you in some way. Or worse, displeased you.”

  Dani shook her head. “No. Not at all.”

  She looked directly across the table at him, searching for an answer to her unspoken question. Yes! There it was. That spark, that connection, that sense of something that didn’t get left behind in the D/s playroom. But he sat there, just watching her with those hazel eyes, as if waiting for her to make the first move. Say the first words. If they were in D/s play she’d outwait him, then punish him for taking so long. But this was different. This would determine if they fit outside the walls of Unfettered or not.

  Inhaling deeply, Dani let her breath out on a slow exhalation. She’d already made up her mind to lay it all out for him. He’d either run for the hills—or G, most likely—or they’d move forward. But she refused to lie either to him or to herself. Not if they were going to have any kind of relationship beyond Unfettered.

  “I need to tell you a little about myself first,” she began. “I have a job that requires me to be very precise in everything I do.”

  “Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

  “I’m a computer programmer.” She stopped and waited for some kind of comment.

  “You’re right,” he agreed. “A very precise job. It means you’re used to taking direction. And following orders.”

  “I am. I think that’s what made me a good sub.” Another deep breath. “But I finally realized that what I want in my sex life—in my personal life—was something completely opposite. An area where I could be the one in control and earn trust instead of giving it.” She gave a short laugh. “Although I guess that really works both ways. The trust, I mean.”

  He squeezed her hand gently. “Yes, it does.”

  “Anyway.” She sipped at her coffee. “When I called the 1-800 number and set up the appointment at Unfettered I really had no idea what to expect. Would I like the role reversal? Would the sub I met be weak? Strong? Would I even like the person?” She looked at him earnestly. “That’s very important to me, Ethan. The liking, I mean.”

  “I understand.”

  “And it has to be someone who respects the fact that I seldom take the lifestyle outside the house. Certainly not in my work. I deal with high-powered businessmen who are demanding in what they want. I can’t put myself in a compromising position. My reputation is the only thing I have to sell.”

  It really had started out as a game to her, to see if she had been a Mistress in disguise all these years. The possibility of the sexual excesses available in a place like Unfettered had tempted her, beckoned her like an addiction she couldn’t walk away from. The intense sexual satisfaction she’d found immediately convinced her that her instincts were right. And a prolonged sexual relationship with a sub would be satisfying without complicating her life. She could walk away any time.

  The electricity that sparked between her and Ethan with nuclear force was more than she’d bargained for when she set up that first appointment at Unfettered. The very thing she’d avoided all her life was suddenly grabbing her and refusing to let go, and she had no idea how to handle it. So she’d run away from it, avoiding the club. Avoiding everything.

  She fiddled with her silverware, something to do with her hands. “What I didn’t expect was to…connect with someone the way we did. To have these…feelings for you that I’m not sure what to do with. But I know I want more than a few hours at Unfettered. And if that’s not what you want, you have to tell me now.”

  They were interrupted again while the waitress took their order. Neither of them had studied the menu so they both ordered the brunch special. When the waitress had taken the menus and left, Ethan leaned across the table. He’d never released his hold on her hand. She waited in an agony of suspense while he studied her face, wondering if he was going to say, ”Thanks but no thanks”, get up and walk out. Or something else.

  “I’m in a situation a lot like yours,” he began. “And because I do trust you—and because I agree there’s a connection between us that scares me as much as I think it does you—I’ll tell you about myself.” Idly he stirred his coffee. “First of all I’m an attorney. International law.”

  Her eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. “Attorney?”

  Not a career she’d have expected from him. Although she could certainly see him in the role now that he’d brought it out into the open.

  He gave a rueful smile. “Doesn’t quite go with the sub image, right? You can see why I have to be so careful. This is not something my partners or clients would understand. So I have as much at risk as you do. I need someone who also understands that I have to maintain control in every other area of my life, so giving it up to the right person is more satisfying to me than anything else.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “It’s why I’ve never allowed myself the privilege of a long-term relationship. I’ve never met anyone I could trust to keep our personal life separate from everything else. To control the overt need to dominate in the presence of others not in the life. At least not in ways that would be very obvious and prompt unwanted questions.”

  Dani nodded. “Me too. I’ve been lucky with my Masters. They’ve all respected my boundaries.” She lifted her coffee cup to her lips, not sure what to say next.

  “Dani.”

  When she looked up his eyes were burning into hers with an intense gaze.

  Ethan hoped he hadn’t made a mistake here. He’d never felt the powerful tug with another human being the way he had from the moment he met Dani Maguire. It was the emotion, something he’d kept carefully locked away and protected. But she looked at him and his heart had cracked wide open. Son of a bitch.

  After that first night she’d invaded his waking moments and his dreams, distracting him when he needed to concentrate, pulling at something inside him that he’d kept carefully locked away. Exposing himself to her like this was a risk, but the alternative was not to see her again and he couldn’t accept that.

  “So let’s acknowledge there’s something here that neither of us
looked for or expected.” He held himself still as he waited for her answer, scarcely able to breathe. She’d said the words first. He hoped she meant them.

  When she smiled at him every muscle in his body seemed to relax.

  “I was afraid you’d get up and walk out.”

  He laughed. “Not even an option. We have something special here and I want to pursue it. With the condition that if it doesn’t work we each go our own way and respect the other’s need for confidentiality.”

  “All right. I’d like that too.”

  Thank god. Because I can’t wait for you to tie me up and use my body any way it pleases you. I will walk naked in the house, fuck you ten times a day, eat your pussy every morning if you desire that. And I will take care of you, if you let me. And you may punish me in a suitable way any time I disappoint you.

  “But, Ethan?”

  He tensed. Was she changing her mind? Setting restrictions that would doom this before it even got started?

  “Yes, Mistress?”

  “I sense a great strength in you, and a need to protect your Mistress. I don’t want you to lose that.”

  He thought his smile would crack his cheeks. “I can assure you that won’t happen.”

  Mischief danced in her eyes. “Then I suggest we finish our brunch. I have some excellent ideas on how to spend the rest of the weekend.”

  * * * * *

  At first they tried an overnight. Then a weekend. There had been a lot of testing of each other, checking boundaries, seeing how far they could push each other. How much more they could trust each other. Trying each other out, in private and in public. And because Ethan had more to lose than Dani, he was the one to hold back the most. Make her prove herself to him as his Mistress.

  The first time they went out in public—to a restaurant a lot of his friends frequented—she caught him watching her several times, as if waiting for her to open her mouth and expose him. Embarrass him in front of friends. She was so angry at the complete lack of trust that she’d worked so hard to earn that when they got home she made him shower and then whipped him twenty times on wet skin, increasing the threshold of pain. She sucked his cock until he was ready to come then bound him in a cock ring, greased a plug that she inserted in his ass and made him go to bed that way.

  The next time instead of being edgy he was more solicitous—courteous, attentive. Almost but not quite in his total sub personality. And little by little the trust grew until one night he said he’d like to accept an invitation for a small dinner that one of his partners was giving. Dani quelled both her nervousness and her excitement, dressing with great care to impress the people in his world. For the first time Ethan was relaxed all evening, laughing and joking, his arm around her or his hand possessively at the small of her back. Fetching her a drink. Fixing her napkin. And it wasn’t She’s mine. It was I’m hers. A blatant statement. If they hadn’t been surrounded by people who were strangers to her she would have kissed him.

  She rewarded him for his behavior by giving him his ten strokes then taking him into her body and ordering him to fuck her with very long, slow, delicious strokes that drew out the pleasure for both of them.

  They even spent a few evenings at Unfettered, where she played with him in the public areas, showing him off to the other envious Mistresses. Dani couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed this role.

  The day they actually began living together—in his condo where there was more room and more accessibility to things they needed—she knew a major barrier had crumbled. She learned that one of the most enjoyable sides to being a mistress was caring for her sub after one of their sessions. Bathing him. Soothing him. Tending to the marks of the whip. All of this because her sub had served her well and now she would reward him.

  And the emotional connection neither had expected grew stronger every day. Sometimes she’d find little gifts tucked into her briefcase. Or a rose on her pillow when she came home from work. One day Ethan borrowed a boat from one of his clients and they spent the day out on the water in a secluded cove playing games. He was a thoughtful, caring sub who also stood as her protector against the world. They made each other feel safe.

  But the biggest thing happened when, after a particularly satisfying session, he knelt before her, kissed his way from her feet up past her knees to her pussy, then stood and with his lips pressed to hers whispered, “I love you.” Words freely given.

  Today was the three-month anniversary of them living together. Some days Ethan would come home stressed from his clients and Dani would carefully pick her way through the emotional minefield, trying to determine how far she could push him. She learned after a while that those were the times he wanted her to be the hardest on him. Push him the most. Punishment was his release from tension and he welcomed it, the more intense the better.

  Sometimes she would fasten on one of the selection of cock rings they’d ordered on the internet. Then she’d make him stand with his hands behind his back while she teased him with her mouth, sucking his balls and licking his cock until he practically begged her to let him come. Sometimes she would order him just to take her standing up, both of them still half-dressed, like two rutting fools.

  Now Ethan was on his knees on their huge bed, arms outstretched so his wrists could be manacled to the headboard. Dani knelt behind him, reaching between his thighs to fondle the sac containing his testicles, getting him ready for what came next. She’d made him eat breakfast naked, sitting across from him and teasing his cock with her bare feet while she smiled and chatted about their week. Then, while he stood at the sink rinsing the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher she traced her fingers along the crevice of his ass, stopping now and then to probe at the tight ring of his anus.

  Not as tight as it was before I started making him wear the plug every day this week.

  She smiled thinking of that, the high-priced attorney in his three-thousand-dollar suits, meeting with his international clients, with a stainless steel plug firmly seated in his rectum. She wondered how he handled it when the sensations it caused gave him a raging erection. It was a well-understood rule that he never do anything to give himself release during the day. That was for her to do as soon as they were at home.

  And now she was going to reward him in a way she hoped he would accept. If he was very good and came very hard for her, she had a special present for him. The anticipation of giving it to him had made her nervous all week.

  Tonight they were trying her new toy, one that had just arrived the day before. She found that anal stimulation intensified his pleasure more than anything except when she allowed him to eat her pussy, so she’d collected a selection of plugs and dildoes. This was something that gave them simultaneous pleasure, a dildo that she could attached to herself with a network of straps. One of its features was a clit stimulator that worked with the movement of her body.

  They’d showered and she’d oiled his body completely, then attached tiny clamps to his nipples. Now, with his rectum properly lubed and his cock swollen and pulsing inside the ring she’d buckled him into, she was inching the dildo inside a little at a time. She rocked her hips the way she liked Ethan to when he was fucking her. In, out. Forward, back. His breathing was already ragged, his skin hot to the touch.

  “Please, Mistress,” he begged. “I implore you.”

  “Do you want to feel this all the way in your ass?” she asked, her movements slow and steady.

  “Yes. I do.” He let out a ragged breath. “If it pleases you.”

  “Oh it pleases me all right,” she chuckled, her own pulse racing like mad, her cunt dripping web and throbbing. “Shall I move faster?”

  “Yes.” He groaned. “Please.”

  She loved riding him like this, her big stallion. Maybe tomorrow night they’d go to the new club they’d joined and she’d tether him to a saddle and ride him until he exploded. The image of that aroused her to such a degree she unconsciously picked up the pace. The pressure on her clit was agonizing, dr
iving her to a fever pitch. She was hanging onto her own control by a thread, excited both by the new toy and the prospect of what came after this.

  “You will come on my command,” she told him, increasing her pace, moving harder and faster.

  The orgasm rose within her, driving into her like a bulldozer.

  “Now,” she ordered, pressed the base of the dildo to release the thick liquid it contained into his ass and shaking with her own climax.

  Ohgodohgodohgod.

  Spasms racked her, threatening to shatter her, as Ethan’s big lean body shuddered again and again. She managed to lean against him and reached a hand around to his cock, feeling the thick spurts of semen, rubbing it onto the hot shaft.

  When it was over she barely had enough energy to withdraw from him, but it was her responsibility as his Mistress to care for him. She withdrew slowly and climbed off the bed on shaky legs, unbuckling the harness that held the dildo to her body before removing the cock ring from Ethan’s shaft. Nudging him to roll over, she took the towels she used to cover the sheet and cleaned him carefully, then wadded them up and dropped them in the hamper.

  “Shower,” she told him, urging him to his feet.

  The hot steam revived them, although if they hadn’t been leaning against each other Dani wasn’t sure if they would have made it. But mindful of her responsibilities, she soaped a cloth and washed him thoroughly, removing every trace of the oil, cleaning his ass of the viscous liquid she’d shot into it.

  At long last, washed and dried, they moved back into the bedroom. Ethan pulled on a pair of sweatpants and Dani tugged a t-shirt over her head. They’d remove them before going to sleep but for now they’d wear them for lounging.

  Her hands trembled slightly as she removed the little box she’d picked up on the way home that day, carried it to the bed where Ethan sat cross-legged and handed it to him.