“Can I trust you to be a good girl?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then lie still. Close your eyes and listen to me.”
Lucy closed her eyes. She heard a bottle open and close. Seconds later, Lake’s moans of pleasure filled the room.
“My cock is hard for you, Lucy. But I’m not ready to let you have it just yet. Can you hear me stroking it?”
“Yes, Master.” The tension in her nipples and clit was beginning to throb again; a dull sensation that would soon turn to pain.
“Master, please. It hurts.”
“Lie still. Lie still and submit. Trust me. I won’t let it go too far.”
The bottle she’d heard must have been lube because she could hear his hand sliding up and down his oiled cock.
“Master, please.”
“Submit, Lucy. Just a little longer. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then lie still. Submit to what I want.” Lucy heard his movements quicken. Seconds later, he groaned and she knew that he’d come.
He took several deep breaths; the sound of it music to Lucy’s ears. She groaned softly as she listened to him clean up his cum, and then zip his pants back up.
Then, he was beside her again, gently caressing her temples.
Without saying anything, he tugged gently on each nipple ring, then on her clit ring.
“Very good,” he said before crossing to the switch and releasing the tension.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, little subbie. You did very well.”
He angled himself against the table, gently caressing her sides.
“Do you need to come, Lucy?”
“Yes, Master.”
He slowly undid each restraint. Lucy knew better than to move. When he unhooked the chains she bit back a sigh of relief.
“Close your eyes and just lie there for a few minutes. It’s not going to take long for me to be hard again.”
She closed her eyes. The sound of him moving across the room reached her ears. He sat back in the chair and she sighed. If he were hard again, would he fuck her? Would he change his mind? Damn, she hoped so.
The longer she lay on the table, the more images ran through her mind. Of her and Lake, in many different positions, in many different scenarios. Today’s session let her know that he could lead her into wonderful pleasures. She knew that when he finally allowed her to come, she would shoot off like a rocket.
But the longer he waited, the antsier she got. How long had she lain there? Five minutes? Ten? Why was he making her wait? She squirmed, and was met with a stern. “Lie still.”
Finally, after a few more minutes of torture, she heard him shift in his chair.
“Would you like for me to let you have some relief now, Lucy? I bet you’re throbbing to come.”
“Yes, Master. Please.”
“Stand before me.”
She did, lowering her gaze. The bulge had returned to the front of his jeans.
“Spread your legs. Put one hand behind your back. Stroke your pussy with the other one.”
“Master.”
“Now.”
She’d never enjoyed masturbating in front of anyone, not even Brandon. She tentatively spread her lips and dipped her fingers inside.
“Hurry up, Lucy; you’re making me angry. If you continue this little game I won’t let you come.”
Her clit was warm under her touch, still throbbing from its treatment by the chain. She rubbed it gently, then threw her head back and moaned.
“Look at me, Lucy. I want to see your face when you come.”
She increased the pressure, her fingers sliding down into her wetness and drawing it back over her clit.
“Master, please.”
“Not yet. Keep playing. Tug on your rings. Make noise for me. I want to hear your pleasure.”
Lucy did as he asked, moaning and sighing as she fingered her clit and pulled on the rings.
“Master, I can’t wait anymore. Please!”
“Not yet.” His voice sounded harsh. “Move your other hand to your nipples. Ask me one more time and you won’t get to come at all tonight.”
Lucy thought she would go crazy. The sensations were building to a level she’d never felt before. She could feel Lake’s eyes on her. She bit back the urge to beg, instead moaning and sending him pleading looks. Each time he shook his head and encouraged her to tug harder, or rub faster.
Finally, when she thought she could stand it no more, he said softly, “Come.”
And Lucy did. She flew over the edge, losing her balance, and dropping to her knees as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
“Master. Master. Master. Oh, I, oh…”
Aftershocks ripped through her as she continued to stroke her aching clit. She was vaguely aware of Lake praising her, telling her she was a very, very good subbie. His very, very good subbie.
“Come back to me, Lucy.” She could hear the amusement in his voice. “Clean your fingers and then come and suck me.”
Their gazes locked as she licked her fingers clean. At his nod, she crawled to him. He slowly undid his jeans, staring at her with his penetrating gaze.
“Release my cock.”
She shivered as she touched his hardness. He was long and beautifully thick. When he was all out, she stroked him gently.
“May I suck your cock, Master?”
“Hands behind your back.” She did as he demanded. Then he nodded his assent and she took him inside her, his thickness pulsing as she gently sucked him up and down. She felt him tug at the pins in her hair. It fell down her back and he buried his hands inside it.
She wanted her own hands, wanted to stroke the part of him that wasn’t in her mouth, wanted to lightly caress his tight balls. She knew from the way they looked that he wasn’t going to last long, and she was right. His moans, with little murmurs of her name, made her feel wonderful, connected.
Minutes after she’d taken him, he told her to push back. She knelt with her hands behind her back, and watched as he stroked himself and shot his cum over her breasts. It was warm and gave her the most amazing, intimate feeling.
When he was done, he crouched in front of her and massaged his seed into her breasts, lifting his palms to her face for her to lick clean. He didn’t have to tell her to do it, he just held his hands in front of her face and it came to her naturally.
Then he stood and pressed her head into his thigh.
“Feel better, little Lucy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I’m the happiest man in this whole place right now.”
She laughed as he continued to stroke her hair as she rested against his jean-clad thigh.
“Thank you, Lucy.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Me? Why thank me?”
“For your gift of submission. You’ve been a very good girl.”
He winked at her and she felt her body flush. Brandon had never thanked her. In fact, he always expected her to be grateful to him.
“Dinner tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at your house around seven-thirty. Be naked when I get there, but have a dress ready to wear to dinner.”
He helped her stand, her legs trembling under her.
“And, Lucy? No George. Keep your fingers off your body until we’re together again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. ’Cause I’ll know if you’re naughty and need punishing. Never forget that.”
Her body shivered at his words, and she sighed when he dropped his face to hers, lightly touching their lips together in a half kiss.
Chapter Four
“You’re in a good mood.”
Lucy stopped stocking the shelves and turned to her friend Marcy, who set a new box of pots next to the half empty one.
“I was. Thanks for bringing me more work.”
“No problem. So, what’s put such a smile on your face?”
“Right. I haven’t seen you like this in ages. What’s his name? And does he have a brother?”
Lucy laughed. “I hate to tell you, but I don’t know.”
Marcy’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t know his name, or you don’t know if he has a brother?”
“The latter. His name is Lake.”
“Does he retain water?” Marcy giggled.
“Very funny. Actually, he’s a doctor.”
“Well, look at you. I’m impressed, and now I want to know if he has any doctor friends.”
“I’m sure he does, but I haven’t met them yet.”
Marcy glanced over her shoulders, and then started handing pots to Lucy to put on the shelf.
“What’s he like in bed?”
“Marcy!”
“Well, for you to smile like that, it must have been incredible. You’ve been grinning since you rode up. I’m surprised there weren’t any bugs in your teeth.”
“That’s why I wear a shield on the highway. Listen, no hard feelings or anything, but I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just say he’s a nice guy.”
“Spoilsport.” Marcy tossed Lucy another pot.
Lucy caught it and put it on the shelf. They made quick work of unloading both the boxes, then walked to the storeroom.
“Marcy, can I ask you something?”
“Wanna know how to keep Lake’s Mr. Happy, happy? It has been a while for you.” Marcy raised her eyebrows hopefully.
“No. I think we can handle that. If you were trying to figure out what a key belonged to, how would you go about it?”
“A key?” A look of confusion crossed Marcy’s face. “Like a house key, or a car key?”
“It’s neither, it’s smaller. I’m thinking it’s to a lock, or something like that.”
“A safety deposit box? Did this belong to your uncle?”
“Yes.” Lucy’s eyes turned soft. “I sold Lake one of Craig’s bikes. He found it taped to the underside of the seat.”
“Wow, a mystery. Cool. Let’s see it.” She held out her hand.
Lucy dropped the key on to her palm and frowned.
“There’s no markings, no anything. Not even a brand name to show where it was made, or what type of lock it came with, if it did. It’s confusing to say the least.”
Marcy held the key up to the light, then quickly palmed it when a deep voice sounded behind them.
“Break time? Those boxes aren’t going to unpack themselves, you know.”
“Sorry, Briscoe,” Lucy said, shooting her boss a guilty look. “My fault.”
“Just get busy. We have another shipment coming tomorrow and I’d like to have today’s out before you two leave.”
They both nodded at their boss. Marcy handed the key to Lucy.
“Was it just taped to the seat?”
“Actually, it was in an envelope, with some numbers written on it. But the numbers make no sense, either.”
“Well, I’d love to be your Watson, Sherlock, but I have a date tonight. I’ll give it some thought, though.”
While waiting on customers that afternoon, Lucy tried to focus on how she could decipher the mystery of the key, but her thoughts kept turning to Lake. Her body still hummed from last night’s session at Tygers. It had been fantastic. The waiting had been hard, but the buildup had provided her with the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had in her life.
Looking back on it she wondered why she’d been so reluctant. An image of Brandon flitted by. That’s why. Brandon, for all that she’d loved him, at first, was not a true Dom. He liked to play at it, but he was always more worried about what he would get out of the session than what the two of them would get.
He’d always pushed her to try things she was uncomfortable with, then berated her if she didn’t enjoy it, saying it was her fault. After last night, she knew that Brandon just hadn’t wanted to take the time to lead her in new directions. He’d only been worried about himself. Lucy had no problems believing that Lake could lead her past her comfort zone, and she’d love every minute of it.
She had just finished waiting on a customer from Britain, who wanted “real Southwesty things” to take home when her cell phone rang. She recognized Lake’s number on the ID and flipped the phone open.
“Hello.”
“Sore?”
“A little.”
“Good. That means you’re thinking about me.”
“I have been, yes.”
“Excellent. What gauge are your piercings?”
Briscoe stopped in front of her and frowned. He put a finger near his ear, and one near his mouth in the classic phone symbol and shook his head.
She nodded and mouthed, “Sorry, emergency.”
He circled his finger round and round and she nodded. When he was gone, she said, “Fourteen.”
“All of them?”
“Yes.”
“All right. Get back to work. I’ll see you tonight, and remember my orders. Bye, Lucy.”
She flipped the phone shut and pursed her lips. As if she could forget. The idea of being naked when he arrived unnerved her. Last night the room had been dark, with only candlelight for illumination. Tonight he would see the real her. She hoped it didn’t change his mind.
* * * * *
“Who’s your new sub?”
Lake turned toward the doorway of Destiney’s and grinned.
“Shouldn’t you be at work, Eric?”
“I am. I’m a cop, we’re always at work. I was driving by and saw your new bike.” Eric’s gaze drifted to the counter. “Damn, she’s pierced? When do I get to meet her?”
“Not now.”
Lake turned to Destiney and smiled. “Good work. Thanks for getting it done so quickly.”
“No problem, Lake. If you want me to make a special collar for her just let me know. I can do something to match these colors. Something special she could wear while she’s out in public.”
“Thanks, sweetie. Design one for me and I’ll take a look at it.”
Destiney winked at Eric, and then went to answer the phone.
“Damn, thinking of a permanent collar already? How long have you known this woman?”
“A week.”
“You’ve lost it. A week? She must be one hell of a fuck.”
“I haven’t fucked her yet.”
“Then I know you’ve lost it.” Eric shook his head. He leaned closer. “You’re buying jewelry and planning collars and you haven’t been inside her pussy? Where did you meet this woman?”
“She’s a friend of Margaret’s, and she sold me the bike.”
“Oh, that’s different. I was afraid she was someone you’d picked up at Tygers.”
Destiney returned and took Lake’s credit card. She crossed to the register to complete the transaction and Lake frowned at his friend.
“When have I ever picked someone up? I’m more careful than that, and so are you.”
“Yeah, but some cute little subbie might have gotten under your belt, so to speak.”
“She has, yes.” Lake signed the slip, and took his package. They both gave Destiney a kiss on the cheek and left. Out on the sidewalk, Lake turned to Eric.
“Let me ask you a cop question. If you had a key and you didn’t know what it opened, how would you start to find out?”
“Ask the owner.”
“He’s dead.”
“You didn’t kill him, did you?”
“No. He’s my new friend’s uncle. Or I guess I should say he was her uncle.”
“OK, if you’ve tried it on everything in the house, then go through his financial records, see if he paid for a safety deposit box, or a storage unit somewhere.”
“Good idea.”
“That’s why I make the big bucks. So, when do I get to meet her?” He lifted his brows to show e
xactly what he meant by meet.
“Not yet.” Lake shook his head.
“Why not? We’ve shared before, several times. Remember Alex? Damn, I love me a pierced woman.”
“Then go and find one. You can’t have mine.”
Lake straddled the bike and started it up.
“I gotta go; I’ve got a date.”
“Does she have a sister?” Eric yelled over the noise.
In reply, Lake revved the engine and grinned. When he drove off, Eric was laughing and shaking his head.
Chapter Five
When she got home, Lucy fed Rhett, Scarlet, and Fred. She sorted her mail, thankful to see a smaller stack of bills than she had for the past year. Her inheritance from Craig had helped to pay off most of Brandon’s debts.
She took the key from her pocket and placed it on the table.
“Talk to me, Craig. Tell me what this means. Where does it fit?”
Fred barked in return and she rubbed his ears.
“Do you know, boy, huh? Did he ever tell you anything?”
Fred barked again, and then ran for the sliding glass door that led to the backyard.
“OK, you’ve just gotta pee. I get it.”
She let him out and checked her watch. She had a little more than two hours until Lake arrived. She made a quick decision to use a little of the time to Fred’s advantage. She went out back and picked up his favorite chew toy, throwing it to the far end of the yard for him to chase and bring back to her.
After they’d played fetch for about ten minutes, Fred went to his water dish and lapped up most of the offering. Lucy went to refill it with the garden hose, stopping near the garage that housed the motorcycles. She filled the dish, then went inside and flipped on the light. The area looked empty without the Indian, but sitting near the back were boxes of things she’d brought from Craig’s house.
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