On Your Knees

by Brynn Paulin

  Slowly, he removed the now-warm dildo. She groaned as the slight ridges caught on her tight flesh. He’d like to leave it. It wasn’t flexible enough for what he wanted from her, though. Next he removed the gag and tossed it aside. Without a word, he turned and walked away.

  Confused, Jessica dampened her lips and watched him walk away. He sank in a large wood chair with a maroon cushion. Slouching, his chin resting on his hand, he looked like an extremely bored king surveying his kingdom. A naked king. And she was his only subject.

  He pointed to a spot between his sprawled legs.

  “On your knees,” he growled.

  Her stomach fluttered, reacting to those promising words. Excited by the prospect of more lessons at his hands, she hurried to comply.

  “Master,” she said, head bowed as she surveyed him through her lashes. Reaching to the table beside him, he removed a strip of leather. Her eyes went wide as he leaned toward her.

  “I want you to wear this—no speaking!” he ordered when she started to open her mouth. “You’ve given yourself to me and I’m claiming my prize. You get to be my pet.”

  What?

  She swallowed hard as he looped the leather around her neck and fastened it. He’d just put a collar on her! Her outraged senses protested. He couldn’t. She shouldn’t let him. While her body tensed and reacted to the screaming voices inside her, she tried to remain calm. She trusted him. She’d promised to give over her power to him. This was just another part of that. And he had won that damned unfair game of his. Strangely the part that rankled the most wasn’t that she had to give him a prize, it was that he wouldn’t show her his face.

  She panicked, however, when he withdrew a longer strip of black leather. Deftly, he fastened it to the D-ring beneath her chin.

  “I wouldn’t want you to run away,” he explained. She tried to swallow around the intolerable tightness closing her throat. On her knees, leashed and at his mercy… How many more humiliations would she endure tonight?

  Once again he leaned back this time giving a gentle tug on the leash. “Now, for my prize—”

  This wasn’t his prize!

  “I want to watch you pleasuring yourself.”

  Her stomach knotted. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone. She couldn’t do this. Years of Midwest morality crashed down on her, reminding her of all the lectures she’d ever gotten about what good girls did and didn’t do. Good girls don’t touch themselves…

  A good girl wouldn’t find herself willingly in this situation. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Maybe if she closed her eyes, she could pretend he wasn’t here watching her. A thrill of erotic pleasure teased her exposed cleft. This was another one of those fantasies—touching herself while someone else watched. Alone in the dark, she’d kicked off her blankets and thought of this as her fingers had reached for her waiting pussy.

  Her lids dropped as she unclasped her hands from behind her back.

  “And you will look at me.”

  Damn it. Slowly she raised her chin and looked up into his slumberous eyes. It was brighter in this room and they were gray. It again struck her that she knew him and she knew these eyes. Right now, she hoped not.

  “Start with your breasts,” he said, leaning against the back of the chair. His cock jerked and he reached for it, circling the wide girth with his strong fingers. Mesmerized, she watched him run that fist up and down the shaft. “Touch them in a way that arouses you.”

  Hesitantly, she raised her hands and cupped her breasts. Her fingers teased over the taut peaks, tracing the wrinkled areolas. Faint strands of bliss inched through her and she sighed. Her hands tightened, molding the mounds.

  “Pinch them.”

  Raising her eyes, she met his gaze and followed his command, immediate pleasure pain streaked through her straight to her waiting womb.

  “Harder.”

  She whimpered. Her head tossed back, pulling at the restraint at her neck. She caught the tips between her thumb and forefinger, pinching hard. She gave a strangled little cry.

  “That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s what I was waiting for. Do it again.”

  Pushing her breasts into her palms, she complied. Her fingers squeezed together and twisted slightly, drawing another cry. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in front of him.

  “Now touch yourself with one hand.”

  Immediately, she slid her hand down her belly and into her drenched folds. She licked her lips as she watched a droplet appear on the head of his cock. She wanted to taste him the way he’d tasted her. She almost groaned in protest when he smoothed it into the flushed flesh.

  Fine. Well, she hoped he enjoyed the show. Releasing her other breast, she leaned back on one hand while she parted her mound. She wanted him to see her fingers plunging inside. But not yet.

  Her hips swiveled as she rubbed her clit, tremors from the tight little knob pricking along her limbs. Here it was. He had her so aroused. It took next to nothing to bring on the tide.

  Her cries came in earnest now, growing in intensity as she plowed two fingers into her channel. Oh. God. Yes. She might have said it aloud as she reached deep, surging through gushing folds.

  Suddenly, he yanked on the leash, pulling her toward him before her release could take her. “Come here,” he commanded roughly, half dragging her as she scrambled to comply on shuddering legs. He lifted her onto his lap, draping one leg over the armrest while the other sprawled toward the floor. An arm behind her back steadied her. She clasped his knee and continued to work her slippery passage. Her head turned into his shoulder as she moaned. The entire scene they played sent fire leaping through her veins. She’d never felt quite so decadent or sensual.

  Leaving the leash dangling down her chest and between her legs, he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips. He stared into her eyes while he sucked the juice from her fingers. His tongue worked between them, pulling every drop of nectar.

  “I want to see you come,” he told her. “Can you come with your fingers?”

  “Sometimes,” she answered, her voice a husky shadow of normal. Right now she thought she might be able to find release by only looking into his eyes. They seemed to look straight to her core and make love to her with just their sultry, knowing look.

  He reached into the drawer of the table beside them where he’d had the collar and removed a vibrator with an extra protrusion to stimulate her clit—similar to hers at home. This was almost familiar territory. Oh baby, she could definitely come with this!

  He handed it to her. “Use this.”

  Without waiting for her to start, he caught up the leash, wrapping the excess length around his hand before he gripped her thigh holding her wide. His cock knocked persistently at her hip. He’d managed to put on a condom while he’d watched her performance. She wanted to turn to straddle him and sink onto the burning rod. A vibrator was great but it was nothing compared to wrapping around a real man and touching with all that warm skin.

  She couldn’t turn. He held her too tightly.

  Breathing shallowly, she pushed the vibrator slowly inside and flicked the switch to the lowest setting. A steady pulse worked across her cleft. Mmm…yeah. This was good. Losing herself in the sensation, she rocked it in and out of her clenching sheath pretending it was his cock again.

  “Turn it higher,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” she gasped as she obediently followed his wish. She was really getting into this D/s thing. “Oh!”

  Her cries crescendoed as she surrendered to the toy. The pounding vibrations raked over her. It was too much. She had to pull it away. His hand trapped hers holding it in place.

  “Take it,” he grated.

  “I can’t. I can’t!” Her body twisted straining for more, trying to escape.

  “You can.” His mouth covered hers capturing her keening wails as the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced splintered through her, almost throwing her from his lap. His tongue attacked hers with claiming ferocity while
she twisted and wrapped her free arm around his neck.

  She barely felt him move as he stood and strode to the bed with her in his arms. He tossed the toy away, immediately replacing it with his cock, stretching her wider, slamming deeper. Trapping her arms over her head, he again caught her gaze. “Mine,” he repeated with each upstroke. “Mine, mine, mine…”

  She struggled to meet him each time, until he slowed.

  “I intended to take my time this round,” he said against her neck while he sucked at her pulse. “You’re so damned hot!”

  “I’ve never been hot before,” she managed. Each excruciating long slide took forever and her urgent movements weren’t fulfilled. Like this, his girth was emphasized as he slowly pushed apart her clutching tissues. On each slow stroke, her body closed then readjusted as he returned. Her belly tightened, readying for the release winding inside her womb.

  “Don’t come yet,” he whispered, trailing his mouth to her breast. He sucked the peak deep inside his mouth. His tongue rasped over the nipple.

  And she wasn’t supposed to come? How the hell?

  She tried to draw her focus away from her pussy and the exquisite sensation of his cock plunging in and out of it. She still had, uh, work, yes work, waiting at home for her. Reports…lots and lots of—oh he felt so good! She panted trying to hold off—

  “Now, Jessica!”

  She exploded around him, clamping down on his cock and hampering his continued digging thrusts.

  “So…tight…” he grunted through his teeth. With one deep stab, he turned and pulled her over to straddle him. Fighting through her release, she rode him, the leash flapping against her chest as he grasped her hips. Reaching up, he wrapped it around one of her breasts before reclaiming his grip on her hips.

  She glanced down at the black leather, surprised at how aroused she was to be his slave for the moment. Totally his to control and direct. She didn’t have to prove herself to him. She needed only to obey and react. Gazing down at him, she knew she pleased him. She almost heard the clank as the chains that had bound her for so long fell away. Freedom. Because she was his.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, unable to articulate everything she was feeling even when he tilted his head waiting for her go on. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips over his and rode him with everything in her. She wanted him to explode as hard as she had and in it she was giving him the gift of herself, everything directed at him and this moment.

  Tremors immediately started through her as the angle hit her hot spot, setting her off. Adjusting, she kept on for the one who’d mastered her. In moments, his fingers tightened and he shoved her down on him with more force. She might be on top but he was in control. She sat up, palming her breast as he worked her. She couldn’t stop her smile as she gazed down at him. Happiness flooded through her.

  He surged up into her with a ragged bellow, his cock banging into her trigger point. Jessica let go, riding the riptide pulling through her. They both froze, captivated by the moment as they tried to catch their breath.

  Gently, he tugged her down into his embrace. His lips feathered over hers.

  “Well done, love.”

  She snuggled into him, pleased with herself, pleased to be in his arms and pushing the next morning from her thoughts as long as possible. Pragmatic Jessica desperately hoped that somehow Madam Zelda’s prediction for a successful conclusion would include a real life happily ever after. She couldn’t expect every aspect of the Three of Wands card to be fulfilled, though. So much of it already had been.

  A buzz blurred her thoughts and she focused on the sensation of his powerful arms holding her as if he’d never let go and the slight possessive pull at her neck. His lips pressed to her mussed hair. She must look a mess by now. She couldn’t rouse enough energy to even care.

  Her brow furrowed as the buzz went on, then she laughed.

  “I think the vibrator’s screwing the floor.” Absolute giddiness filled her spirit. Somehow tonight, she’d changed at his hands and peace filled her.

  Chapter Four

  Jessica woke slowly, disoriented by the light shining in her eyes. Where the heck was she? She blinked then opened one eye. Mmm…yeah. She was in the dungeon master’s bed. They’d made love again last night—despite the situation, that’s what it had been. Sweet. Tender—then they’d fallen asleep. Neither of them had had the energy to switch off the torch lights.

  It had to be near morning. A rock settled in her belly. She had to get moving so she wasn’t late for work.

  She wrinkled her nose. Work. There was no way she was going back to being the person she’d been before. She’d figure out a way to handle the pressures without destroying herself anymore.

  Turning, she glanced at the man who’d done so much for her. The leash she yet wore was still wrapped around his hand and pulled at her throat. Carefully, she unhooked it. She didn’t want to wake him. She couldn’t bear the final scene when he sent her on her way.

  His mask was hiked up slightly on one side but not enough to reveal his identity. Her fingers flexed as she fought the temptation to push it up and see what he looked like. She didn’t dare. Sliding from the bed, she contemplated how she would get her things from upstairs and almost immediately found them folded on a chest beside the door. Padding to them, she quickly removed the collar and dressed, not bothering with her panties and bra. She shoved them in her purse and pulled out a pad of paper.

  Hastily she scratched him a note, left it on the chest with the collar she’d been wearing and slipped from the room.

  In these early morning hours, Pleasure Palace’s hallways were brightly lit. She had no problem finding her way outside and locating her car. All the way, she fought the need to cry. It seemed as if she left part of her soul behind in the dungeons of the Palace.

  Would he be angry when he woke and she was gone? Would he be relieved that he didn’t have to gently give her a push off? Worst, would he find her note needy?

  She almost regretted leaving it. There was no way she could turn around and retrieve it. What was said was said and she’d given him her cell phone number.

  * * * * *

  Thank you. If this can be for more than one night…call me. J

  Ryan watched the green-eyed minx settle gingerly into the chair across the conference room from him and forced back the need to order everyone else from the room. Anger he’d been shoving down since he’d woken alone this morning, pathetically clutching that leash, simmered just below the exploding point.

  And that damned note. If this could be for more than one night? How had she missed his point and the many times he’d alluded to this being long term?

  She glanced at her cell phone, burying a frown, then smiled at his brother Max. Smiling, damn it! She should be smiling at him.

  “Jessica!” he snapped. “Do you have something you want to share with the rest of us?” Hell, Ryan, he chided himself. What is this? The third grade?

  Startled, she spun toward him, wincing as her clothes slid against her stripes. She serenely smiled again, humor flickering in her eyes. “Sorry, Ryan. I didn’t know we’d started.”

  She opened her planner and popped a piece of chocolate in her mouth as she scanned her notes.

  “Don’t mind him,” Max said. “He and Theo have been in bad moods all day today. I don’t know what the hell crawled up their asses but I hope it’s not contagious. We artist-types are broody enough without that.”

  Ryan glared at his brother. Max…brood? Right? He was surprised his brother had been serious long enough to make it through design school.

  And he really didn’t like the way Max was edging toward Jessica.

  He glanced at his phone before he jumped his brother for showing her conceptual designs for the upcoming subdivision project they’d just won.

  “Sorry,” he lied, looking at the committee he’d gathered to discuss the upcoming work. “I have an important call I have to take. Let’s go ahead and reconvene on Monday.” He waved hi
s phone ignoring how relieved everyone looked. “Sorry, it’s one of those life or death responsibilities.”

  His life. Max’s death if he didn’t get out of here fast.

  Stalking from the room, Jessica’s tinkling laugh followed him as she agreed to have coffee with the co-workers gathered there—all men. Damn it, he had to get her in hand quickly before he lost it.

  All day, he’d watched the creature he’d unleashed—he almost groaned. She was magnificent. Beautiful and so full of life. And suddenly a magnet. Every time he’d ventured from his office, he’d seen her with some man or another glued to her side.

  How the hell was anyone getting any work done? He sure wasn’t. All he could think of was how to get her to his side. He should have called her this morning when he’d woken. He should have told her who he was last night. He should not have—No. No matter how many times the thought came that he shouldn’t have done what he had last night, he shoved it away. There was no way he’d ever regret what he’d done.

  Jessica was his.

  Now he just had to tell her. He didn’t want to wake up again without her in his arms.

  * * * * *

  “Jessica, something’s different about you today,” Max said, studying her as they stood beside her office door. “What happened to you last night? It’s like you’re a new person.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she laughed, ignoring how his gray eyes sent a tremor through her. She wanted to shove up the sleeve of his sports shirt and look for that commanding tattoo. That was silly. Max’s voice, his demeanor, even his build were all wrong to be her dungeon master. Close yet not even within sight.

  “I have to get to work,” she said, entering her office. A few more minutes and she could leave for the evening. God, she felt good today. A little out of control. How many men had found reasons to talk to her today? “Have fun at that thing you’re going to tonight.”

  “The club? Wanna go with me? You’d have to wear a collar—I’m sure you’d manage okay.”

  Heat flooded up her cheeks. God if he only knew. “Um…” she stammered, backing into her office. “Maybe lunch or something another time. I’m…ah…kind of taken.”