He’d make me come even if I didn’t want to, I think. He really likes it. “Sir?” she asked.
“Yes, my naughty girl?”
“When I recover—give me moment—I’d like to show you how naughty I can be, while giving you pleasure. I want your cock.” It seemed awfully straightforward to put it that way, but why not?
“And where would you like my cock?”
“Anywhere you would like to put it, Sir. But my pussy may benefit from a rest, if you don’t mind using me in some other way.” She wanted to wrap her mouth around his cock, and maybe, this time, not pull back. But if he wanted to deflower her ass, she was willing. Maybe that was crazy, but she didn’t want to be in control.
“I’ll get you some water.”
She missed his touch, but when he brought the water in a blue-tinted glass, she realized how thirsty she was. She stood up to drink it better.
“Your ass is bright pink,” he said.
“Still?”
“Well, less bright now. But still quite pink. I’m sorry if I’ve left bruises. I whacked you pretty hard.”
She could still feel the soreness. “Don’t be sorry. If you’ve left bruises, well, I’ll bear your marks with pride. Something to remember the wonderful orgasms by.” She put the glass down and said softly, “I’m recovered now, Sir, and at your disposal.”
“Take off the rest of your clothes.”
“Even the pretty bra?”
“Yes. I like you better naked than in a bra.”
She was inclined to agree that wearing only the bra would look unbalanced. She reached behind her to unsnap it. Perhaps I’ll pick up a garter belt and stockings at some point, if he continues to want me to go without panties. She put her bra on the table and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it.
She had a momentary flutter. She didn’t know what was going to happen next. Standing there, naked, having offered herself, she felt vulnerable. And sexy. It was hard to resolve the two.
“You don’t mind if I’m rough?” he asked.
Rough how? She shook her head. “I don’t mind,” she said bravely after a moment’s hesitation. She trusted him. And his words increased both her vulnerability and her arousal. She wasn’t going to chicken out now.
He grabbed her hair, pulled it taut, and then pushed down on her shoulder. She understood what he wanted. She went to her knees. He kept his grip tight enough that she could feel the pull.
His cock was making a hard ridge in his pants. To Alicia, it seemed to be begging to be set free, and she was pretty sure she knew why he had pushed her down. She unzipped his pants and was delighted to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear either. What’s good for him is good for me. But the difference was in that in both cases, it was he who made the decision.
And speaking of sauce for the goose, I’m going to make him come. But I still don’t think I can avoid jerking back. She looked up at him. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“May I ask a favor?”
“You may.”
“When you’re ready to come…”
“I’ll let you pull back,” he assured her.
“No. Hold me in place. Make me. Please. It’s the only way I think I can, and I want to.”
He blinked and then nodded. “That’s a top’s job, isn’t it? To make you go where you want to but can’t?” His grip tightened in her hair. “I’ll hold you fast.”
What have I done? She lowered her lips to the head of his cock, already dripping with precum, and licked the tip. He tasted salty and sweet, not nearly as bad as she’d feared. Maybe the rest of him would be like that. She closed her mouth around him and made a fist around the base.
She moved him deep into her throat and swallowed. It was almost too much, but he was letting her control it still, and she could stop short of gagging. She tried it a few more times, and then pulled back and looked up. “Can you feel that?”
“Yes. And it feels wonderful.”
She grinned and bent forward to do it again. But she didn’t think she could make him come that way, so she soon changed her technique, pumping with her hand and bobbing her head in the way that had given him pleasure a few nights before.
I can do this.
She felt him swell in her mouth, and she started to doubt herself. Then his grip tightened. He held her head so that she couldn’t pull back as far, and she started imagining that when he came, she would choke, be unable to stop herself, and be unable to breathe.
She tried to move away when the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. But he wouldn’t let her. In the struggle, his cock pushed deeper, and for a moment, she did feel like she was gagging, and anger rose in her as well as panic. He pulled her back firmly and she relaxed. And swallowed, as she had done before to let him feel the sensation of it, but now with even more purpose. She relaxed and swallowed again. His fluid stopped hitting the back of her throat, and now she could suck it from him. His grip loosened. Satisfied he was finished, she leaned back and looked up at him for approval.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Did I do okay?”
“Fantastic.” He shook his head. “I’m not used to forcing a woman to do anything. Especially that.”
“I asked you to.”
“I know. That was the only reason I could.”
“Maybe next time I can do it without you forcing me, but maybe I can’t.” There had been a moment she had felt violated. But she did remember asking him to. She had said yes. And he had been gentle and applied no more force than was needed. He hadn’t let her choke.
“You’ll learn, then. I’ll train you.”
Train. Another word to rebel at, but it also was a reminder that they had a relationship that might last for the long term. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Go get—no, it’s right here.” He took a glass of water and handed it to her.
“I don’t need to wash your taste away, Sir.” It might not have been chocolate, but she thought she could get used to it.
“Drink when I ask you to drink,” he said, his voice both firm and kind.
“Yes, Sir.” She sipped the water.
He crouched until he was eye level, and when she’d finished the water, he took the cup from her and set it down on the floor. “Alicia, that felt wonderful. I loved what you did to me.”
She smiled. “I’m glad.” Her knees felt sore on the wood, but she was determined to stay there until he told her to rise.
He met her gaze. “And I enjoyed spanking you. And making you come. But it’s opened a part of me that I think I’ve tried very hard to keep under control, the way civilization stops us all from acting like savages. And if we keep going this way, I think I’ll always want this from you—your submission, this rush of power, this feeling that I am in control and that your orgasms and mine, your pleasure or your pain, are all under my control. It’s an amazing feeling, and I think I could easily get addicted. Both to that feeling and to you.”
Wow. I didn’t think I could have it all. “I think I could too, Sir. Get addicted, I mean.”
“I like you naked. And kneeling.”
“Thank you, Sir. I should say, though, that my knees are hurting a bit.” I didn’t mean to say that.
“Thank you for telling me. I’m new at this.” He smiled at her and took her hands in his, then straightened himself.
She got to her feet with his assistance. “Me too.”
“We’ll explore together. And maybe it would be a good idea to get together with Parker and Karen, to keep learning. And visit that club again, to see how other people do things.”
He’s really come a long way. “I’d like that. It turned me on when you played with me in front of other people. I wondered if you’d do even more.” She didn’t think she’d have the guts to say that if she were actually in a club, but now, it was safe enough.
“Now, however, I’d like something else, if it
doesn’t violate your limits.”
“And what’s that?” She wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved that he hadn’t taken the discussion of public play further.
“I’d like you to sleep with me here, tonight, when I won’t have to hurry out to get to work on time.”
Alicia smiled. She wanted to be kinky with him, but she wanted more too. “Gladly, Sir. I do hope that you’ll wear less to bed than you’re wearing now?”
“I was figuring on having as much skin-to-skin contact as possible,” he assured her. “Shall we? We have a lot to talk about, and then we can drift off with me holding you.”
“As long as I get to hold you back.” Okay, that wasn’t very subbish of me. “Think of it as a limit.”
He chuckled. “Very well,” he said and led her to the bedroom.
Chapter Seven
Alicia and Craig watched as Parker took a naked Karen down from the X-frame and held her close. The look of adoration in Karen’s eyes was as obvious as the red stripes on her back, now fading to a dull pink. While the demonstration had been for her and Craig’s benefit—probably mostly Craig’s, although Karen had offered some breathing hints she said helped her deal with pain—Parker and Karen were ignoring their guests now, even though Parker was carrying Karen straight toward the couch where they were sitting.
Craig took Alicia’s hand and led her out of the way. Parker sat down on the couch. He gently kissed Karen’s cheek while he cuddled her. It was almost more intimate than watching them have sex would have been, and Alicia felt slightly embarrassed. The connection between the two was beautiful. It would be easy to think of them as a married couple.
Alicia looked up at Craig. We’re creating a bond too. But I don’t think we’re just play partners. It had been a week since she’d stayed at his house. They’d been sleeping in one bed or the other together ever since. He had to get up too early on weekdays if he stayed at her house, and she had a more flexible work schedule. She had to admit the longer commute had been worth it, and he was making up for the time she spent getting in and out of the city by having dinner ready on the table when she got home.
Dom and sub we may be, but I don’t feel like less than an equal. He values my time.
She and Craig moved off farther. “Did you learning anything?” she whispered.
“Yeah. Think I should pick up a couple of floggers?”
She nodded. “I think you should.”
He grinned. “And possibly a St. Andrew’s cross as well?”
Her heart beat faster. “I’m not going to tell you how to spend your money,” she said. “But…” She looked over to another corner of the room, where a leather swing was suspended from a steel frame about eight feet tall. “I think you could tie me to one of those in a way that would hold me standing for a flogging, if the swing wasn’t there. And that swing looks like it might be fun.”
“Oh, it is!” Karen called out.
Alicia blushed. She had thought she was whispering. It was one thing to talk about getting flogged or spanked or tied with Parker and Karen, but talking about having sex was another thing entirely, and there was no doubt in her mind that was what the swing was for.
Karen was sitting up now on Parker’s lap. “One time,” she said, “Parker had me lie in it while I gave him head, and it was awesome. I don’t think he ever came so hard in his life. And it’s good for anal and regular sex and even a spanking. Do you guys want to give it a try?”
Alicia blushed harder.
“Um, maybe,” Craig said.
Oh, that helped. Is he going to have sex with me in front of them? The thought aroused her. But it was also scary. Especially with the knowledge that she would let him make the decision, as a submissive. I can’t say no. She felt a moment of panic and then breathed. I choose to let him make the decision. I can always use my safe word. He won’t let me come to harm, and if it gets to be too much, he’ll stop.
Once she thought of it that way, it was quite nice to have him make the decision. She knew the idea made her wet, and that hiding behind the idea that she was just following orders was a fiction, but it was comfortable fiction that made her feel less slutty.
Karen, who had looked so blissfully out of it, disentangled herself from Parker’s arms and walked over to the swing. “We could demonstrate if you like.”
Parker stood up too. “Karen, you’re topping from below again.”
“Oops,” said Karen. But the look she gave Parker was pure adoration.
Alicia didn’t want to see Karen get into trouble with Parker, who was looking decidedly stern. Besides, she’d just been flogged, and Alicia knew from her limited experience that when Craig was done spanking her, she wanted only tender play for a while. The idea of jumping right back to getting whacked was not appealing. Maybe Karen was different, but maybe not. “Could I talk to Karen for a bit?” she asked. “Sub to sub?”
Parker’s stern face softened instantly. “Of course. Well, it’s fine with me if it’s fine with your Dom.”
He doesn’t get to tell me what to do, Alicia opened her mouth to say and shut it. Her distraction was accomplished, and she doubted Craig would say no, and if he did, he’d have a reason. This submissive thing takes some getting used to. But it’s been worth it. She looked at Craig and waited.
He was looking at her with a curious expression, as if he could read all the conflict she had felt. He’s getting to know me better, and it’s harder to hide things from him. But maybe that’s a good thing. Something else that needs getting used to. “That’s fine,” he said.
“Let’s go upstairs and make some smoothies,” said Parker. “They’re good for replenishing energy after a scene. Will that give you two enough time?”
“Sure,” said Alicia when she realized that everyone, even Karen, was waiting for her to decide.
“Good.”
Craig followed Parker upstairs. Karen’s gaze followed Parker until he was out of sight. Alicia waited for them to be out of earshot before turning to Karen.
“You had questions about the swing?” Karen asked.
“Probably,” said Alicia. “But that can wait. You love him, don’t you?”
“Parker?” Karen shook her head a little too vehemently. “He’s not the fall-in-love-with type. A girl would be silly to fall in love with him. He’s a great Dom and a good friend, but that’s it.”
Alicia frowned. She didn’t believe Karen. On other things, Karen seemed knowledgeable and wise, but right now, she suspected the more experienced sub of some serious denial. “Okay, fine, tell me about the swing.”
Karen eyed the swing. It had stirrups, a wide strap that looked like it went under the bottom or maybe the thighs, a strap for behind the back, and a bar up top to hold on to. Karen grabbed the bar, and Alicia thought she was going to hoist herself into the swing. She was glad Craig wasn’t there—she didn’t mind him looking, but she didn’t want him to have that good a view of Karen. Oh, to have the confidence to show off like that, naked.
But Karen turned around and rested her ass against the one strap. “Oh no, you don’t get off that easily. I know why you think I’m in love with Parker.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re in love with Craig.”
“Am not.” Other than the fact that one of them was naked and they were both in a dungeon, Alicia was struck by the fact that it could have been a middle school conversation. I’m not, but you are.
Karen raised her eyebrows.
“Okay,” Alicia admitted. “Maybe I am.”
“Being honest with yourself is best,” Karen said, hypocritically, Alicia thought. “And I think he adores you. Do you want to try out the swing with him?”
Alicia blushed again and shook her head. “Not in front of you and Parker I don’t. Especially Parker. It looks pretty exposing.”
“It is. I saw it used in a dungeon for humiliation once. A girl was left there for half an hour for everyone to see, and she was so wet. Of course, her Dom was ne
ver far away.”
Alicia frowned. “That sounds simply cruel. Who would want to be humiliated?”
“Well, I think she was getting off on it in a way. And getting off on the fact that he was. They have a pretty good relationship, really. Embarrassment can be like pain—light enough, it’s pleasurable pressure. Stronger, it depends on the context whether it can be erotic or not. You enjoyed it when Craig was fondling you in the club.”
“Yes.” Karen hadn’t made it a question, and it was pointless to deny it.
“That wasn’t just the physical part of that, was it? There was something about doing it in public. Maybe it was letting everyone know he was yours. Maybe the very wrongness of that kind of touch in the open made it feel very right. But you could see that as humiliation of a sort.”
It hadn’t felt like it, but she did remember being embarrassed and turned on all at the same time. “I still don’t want to spread my legs in the swing for everyone.” She was getting more and more curious about it.
Karen grinned. “Would you, if he ordered you to?”
“Yes.” Too late, she caught the wickedness in Karen’s grin. “Don’t you dare tell him that!”
Karen nodded. “It can remain our little secret. Although if there is something you’d like to have him do, I can try to find a subtle way to pass it on. But…”
“But?”
“I could also distract Parker while you two try out the swing.” Karen winked.
“Wouldn’t that be more topping from below?”
“I think he’ll understand.” Karen pushed off from the swing and headed for the stairs. “I’ll send Craig down in a minute. You might want to be ready for him.” With that, Karen headed up.
Ready for him. What did she mean? Oh.
She looked at the swing. Once she got in it, it would be hard, although not impossible, to get undressed. She’d worn a blouse with buttons, on which Craig had unbuttoned an extra button as she knew he would, and a short skirt. But if she took her clothes off and Karen didn’t succeed, she could be very embarrassed. The fact that Karen was walking around naked helped in a way, but Alicia didn’t relish any comparisons either.
Still, I think Craig will like it, and I know he likes me. She started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn’t know how much time Karen was going to give her, and she very much liked the idea of Craig finding her ready on the swing. Ready to be used, she thought, and giggled. That sounded so bad, but the more Craig took advantage of her, the better a time she had.
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