Her skin was soft under his touch.
“Come home with me, Lucy.”
Surprise dawned in her eyes and he bit back a smile. He hadn’t expected to make the offer, but he was glad that he did. He wanted her warmth beside him, wanted to wake up next to her in the morning.
“Don’t trust me not to play with George?”
“No, I want to sleep next to a naked Lucy, wearing nothing but my collar.”
“My animals…”
“Then we stay at your house. I don’t care. I just want you next to me.”
Several emotions passed over her face, and he had trouble reading them. When she finally said, “I like that idea, Master,” his cock pounded.
* * * * *
Lucy placed the towel and lube on the couch. She took a few steps back and looked down at Lake.
“Undress and kneel in the center of the floor, arms behind your back.” His voice was deep and it sent shivers up her spine. She did as he asked, proud that she only hesitated a moment before dropping the last of her clothing and dropping to her knees.
She lowered her gaze and remained silent. They sat there for a few moments; then he cleared his throat.
“Would you like to suck my cock?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’d like it too.”
She bit back a smile.
“But, until you learn to mind, you’ll only get to listen.” He undid his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Lucy bit her lip at the thought of his cock, hard and thick, bursting free of his jeans.
“Spread your legs. I want a good view of that dripping pussy.”
She did as he asked. “Master. I’ll be good. Please, may I have your cock?”
“You may not. Lift your gaze and watch me, Lucy. Watch me stroke what you want.”
She lifted her gaze in time to watch him stand and push his jeans to the floor. His cock burst free and her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him, feel him swell between her lips.
He ran his hand up and down the length several times before bending down to retrieve the lube. He coated his cock and increased his strokes.
“Tell me how you’d like to submit to me, Vix.”
“By obeying.”
“Really? I’d like that. What else.”
It was hard to concentrate on his words, since her eyes were focused on his cock and his hand.
“Answer me.” He picked up the tempo, his breathing matching his strokes.
By trusting you.”
“That would be nice, too. Where would you like my cock?”
“In my mouth, Master.”
“And?”
“My pussy.”
“And?” His hand was moving faster now, his hand stroking from the plump head to the base of his balls in quick fashion. She could tell he was close to the edge, ready to come. Their gazes locked and he grunted, swallowing hard as if to control himself.
“Answer me.”
She took a huge intake of breath. “My ass.”
Her pussy was more than dripping now. Her clit pounded with need.
“Master, please. Don’t deny me.”
He slowed his strokes, his breathing calming with the slower caresses.
“Let me tell you what I’d like. I’d like a sub who wants to submit to me. Who wants my cock in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. But more importantly, I want a sub who enjoys what she’s doing. Who is confident in her ability to please me, and who knows that I want her.”
He increased the strokes again. The head of his cock swelled more and she licked her lips.
“Master. Please.”
He ignored her and continued to stroke.
“Do you understand, Lucy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Can you be that sub?”
“I can try.”
“No. I don’t want you to try. I want you to do it.”
His hand moved faster. After a few moments, he stepped toward her.
She closed her eyes, praying that he’d changed his mind…that he was going to let her finish him with her mouth.
He stopped in front of her and put his free hand on her hair, stroking it in time with his cock. Then, abruptly, he moved back to the couch and sat down.
Without saying a word he picked up the towel sitting next to him, then laid his head on the couch. He came within seconds, placing the towel over the top to catch his cum.
“Fuck, yeah. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. You have no idea how I wish I were coming inside you right now. All it takes is obedience. Do you understand me, Lucy?”
“Yes, Master.” Her pussy ached with need but she knew she would receive no relief tonight.
She whimpered when he said, “Let’s go to bed, little subbie. Maybe tomorrow you can come.”
She returned his nod, knowing that sleep would be a long time coming.
Chapter Eight
Lucy turned a sausage and opened the refrigerator door, a frown on her face. She didn’t know how Lake liked his eggs. How could she? She’d known him for a week. But still, she’d let him sleep in her bed last night, let him hold her tight while she wore nothing but the leather band around her neck. The leather band that marked her as a submissive. His submissive.
Her hands went to the collar. Last night had been a huge step, and she knew that each step she took drew her closer and closer to Lake. When the relationship ended, it would hurt like hell. And relationships always ended.
Her sexual frustration didn’t help matters. She knew that Lake was a Master of his word, and she would have to obey to get to play. She’d obeyed him this morning. She was naked except for the robe she was wearing to protect herself from splattering grease.
“The sausage is burning.”
“Oh, crap!”
She ran to the stove and turned the flame off.
“Don’t cook much?”
“No. My mother wasn’t exactly the homemaker type. And she didn’t pass any skills along to me.”
“Well, no time like the present to learn.” Lake stood behind her, reached around, and turned on the burner. “Keep the heat at medium, and don’t move away for too long.”
He patted her behind, then walked to the table and pulled out a chair.
“I enjoyed sleeping with you last night, Vix.”
“Me too,” Lucy said. “Master.”
The last word was an afterthought and he laughed.
“You’re getting better. How’s your clitty?”
“Throbbing, Master.”
“Good. I hope this punishment is effective.”
“It will be, Master.”
Lucy removed the burned sausage from the pan and set it aside to cool. It wasn’t so burned that she couldn’t feed it to Fred. She added new patties and adjusted the heat.
“How would you like your eggs?”
“How about scrambled. With some toast.”
Lucy nodded in approval. Scrambled was easy. She put bread in the toaster and put jam and butter on the table.
“I talked to a cop friend of mine about the key.”
“And?” Lucy flipped the patties, then turned her attention to Lake.
“He asked about financial records, to see if Craig had rented a storage unit, or safety deposit box.”
“I don’t remember anything like that. I did keep a lot of his records, just in case something came up.”
“Maybe we should go through the boxes, see if we can find anything. What time do you have to go to work today?”
“One. Then I work until eight when the store closes.”
“My first appointment isn’t until one, so we have some time. Do you remember what boxes they are in?”
She told him she’d marked the boxes as “records” and stored them in the garage.
He stood and came up behind her, lifting the robe to rub his jean-clad cock against her bare behind.
“I’ll go and get them.” He smacked her butt on both cheeks, then picked up the burned sausage and headed for the backyard.
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nbsp; His “Hey, Fred, how’s it going?” warmed her heart. After an initial barking fiasco, Fred had taken to him last night, and they’d sat in the backyard and played fetch with the dog while they talked and enjoyed the cool air. She had felt warm and comfortable with him.
She laughed when he teased Fred with the food, and Fred barked playfully.
She’d just finished putting breakfast on the plates when he carried two boxes into the house. He went back outside and carried in one more, putting all three of them into the living room.
“Smells good,” he said as he came into the living room. He lifted his eyebrows at the sight of the two plates.
“Take off your apron and have a seat,” he said.
“You want me to eat naked?”
“I’m going to feed you naked,” he replied as he scraped the food from one plate on top of the other. “Go and sit.”
“Master…”
“Do you want to wait another twenty-four hours to come?”
“No.” Lucy’s voice was harsh.
“Then do as you’re told. Now.”
“No. I can feed myself.”
Lake took a step back from Lucy. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter.
“Am I hearing you using your safe word, or just refusing to follow my orders?”
“I can feed myself. Lake, I…”
“On your knees, Vixen. But first, take off the apron.”
Lucy frowned, then slowly stripped and dropped to her knees. On his command, she spread her legs and clasped her arms behind her back.
“I know why you’re disobeying me, Lucy. If you think it’s going to drive me away, you need to think again. Do you know why you’re being bad, stacking up punishment after punishment?”
Lucy nodded.
“Tell me.”
She remained silent and he let out an angry breath of air.
“You’re afraid to give me control in this little area, yet you submitted to me two nights in a row, one of them for punishment. Why?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft.
“Do you truly want to submit to me? Because I’m beginning to think that you don’t. Are you just playing a game in hopes that I’ll fuck you, and then you’ll scream out your safe word?”
“No!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master!” But it would be so much easier the other way. She wouldn’t have to worry about the eventual end. She could just take the fuck and be done with it.
“Let me tell you what I think is happening here. You’re nervous, yet willing, to submit to the sexual side of this, because you know the pleasure it can bring. But when I do something like feeding you, you balk. Because you know that feeding you is about caring for you. And that little act of caring would leave you vulnerable. Am I right?”
Lucy nodded, fear gripping her belly. She didn’t want to be vulnerable.
She lifted her gaze enough to watch Lake take the plate from the counter. He took a few bites, then forked up some eggs and sausage and put it in front of Lucy’s mouth.
“Open.”
She thought about telling him to go to hell, decided against it, and slowly opened her mouth. He inserted the fork gently and she took the food, chewing softly, and swallowing while he took several more bites.
By the time he’d given her several more bites, she’d calmed down somewhat.
Why had she done that? Why was she fighting him? Was he right in saying that she knew it would build intimacy and that’s why she’d said no? Deep down, she knew he was right.
When the plate was empty, he handed her a glass of orange juice. She drank it down and handed it back to him.
“Thank you, Lucy.”
She nodded.
“You know I have to punish you for this.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Where’s your toy box?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “There are a few items in the bedroom, in a box under the bed.”
“You wait here.” She heard his bare feet pad across the tile; the same tile that was now biting into her knees, as she held back tears. He knew her better than she knew herself. She just hoped that he could lead her past her own fears.
* * * * *
Lake laid the box on the bed, then sat down and ran his hands through his hair. He’d thought things were going so well, and then bam, disaster. He’d instantly recognized her disobedience for what it was, fear of doing anything that would build a bond.
Obviously the asshole she’d been married to had used her sexually and not given a damn about Lucy’s feelings. She’d learned to separate sex and intimacy, could open herself up that way, be nervous about it, but still close herself off. But try to do something like feeding her and her behavior went off the charts.
He was going to have to think long and hard on some exercises to get her to open up to him.
Inside the box he found a few vibrators, only one with batteries.
“George, I presume,” he said as he picked it up. There were also three anal plugs, in varying sizes, and a bottle of lube. He sat the lube and the medium-sized plug on the bed, then went to the bathroom and got a towel.
He went to the kitchen and found Lucy in the same position he’d left her in.
“Come to the bedroom.”
She stood and followed him, her eyes widening at the sight of the plug.
“Bend over the bed.”
When she was in position, he spread her cheeks and examined her little rosette.
“How long’s it been since you’ve taken anything here?”
“A while, Master.”
“More than a year?”
“Yes.”
He could hear the nervousness in her voice.
“OK. By my way of thinking, we have about three hours before we both have to get ready for work. You’ll wear the plug for two hours, while we examine the boxes. It’ll be uncomfortable enough to remind you that you’re being punished, but it won’t be painful.”
She nodded against the bedspread.
“Tell me why you’re being punished.”
“Because I disobeyed you.”
“Remind me why you did.”
“Because I’m afraid.”
“Very well. Do you accept the punishment?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I hope it’s more effective than last night’s. You’re still being punished, yet you gained another one. Soon I’m going to have to think of more creative ways to punish you.”
* * * * *
Lake’s words rang through Lucy’s ears as she felt the cold trickle of lube against her anus. She’d never enjoyed taking things anally, and felt lucky that it hadn’t been a favorite of Brandon’s either. The plugs had only been used once, when Brandon had invited another couple over, where Brandon had enjoyed watching the wife use them on her subbie husband.
When the couple had left the next day, Lucy had thrown out the ones the couple had used, put the rest in the box, and Brandon had never noticed.
She felt the cold tip of the plastic against her bud. “Relax, Vix.”
She breathed deeply, fighting back the urge to cry out when the tip of the plastic worked past her ring of muscle. Lake paused and twisted it around gently. When her body relaxed a little, he pushed it further inside.
The stretching was uncomfortable and Lucy squirmed.
“Hold still.”
“Master. I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
“I do, and I’m sorry, too, Lucy. But that’s not going to stop your punishment.” He pushed the plug in more, and she heard the bottle of lube open and close. Lake’s fingers brushed her skin as he rubbed more gel on the plug and pushed it in deeper.
When it was fully seated inside her, he patted each cheek.
“Stand up.”
As she stood, she winced at the uncomfortable feeling in her behind.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, Master.”
“Good.
It’ll be just enough pressure to remind you that you’re being punished.”
She turned to him and he kissed the tip of her nose. “Let’s go look through the boxes.”
An hour and a half later, Lucy squirmed and sent Lake a pleading look. The prickly feeling was growing, and she felt like she was stuffed full. Plus, he hadn’t let her dress, so her vulnerability was high.
“A half hour,” he said, setting aside a box of Craig’s bills.
“I don’t see anything here about the key,” Lucy said with a sigh. “We still have one more box to go through, but it’s mostly check stubs, and duplicates.”
“It might hold a key to the key,” Lake said with a grin. “Seriously, I don’t know. We could take the key to a locksmith, have him look at it, and see if he can figure out what it goes to. Or we could go to a medium and see if they can contact Craig.”
She laughed. “Knowing Craig, he’d be stubborn enough to ignore her.”
“So that’s where you get it from.” He looked at her in amusement.
She blushed in return. They repacked the first two boxes and opened the third one.
“Hell, this could take all day,” Lake said. “Maybe we should leave this one until tomorrow.”
“What’s it going to tell us? Except that Craig still wrote checks for bills? I vote for the locksmith idea.”
“All right. Give me the key and I’ll take it by one this afternoon. I have a break around five. Does that work for you?”
Lucy nodded. “It’s in the bedroom, still in the envelope.”
They walked back together, Lucy walking in front of Lake and wondering if he could see the edges of plastic resting between her cheeks. During the first twenty minutes she’d been embarrassed about her punishment, but the longer it had gone on, the more she’d relaxed. Until the throbbing had started.
She’d hated to admit that the feeling, while uncomfortable, was still a bit of a turn on. She didn’t know if it was the plug, or the fact that her clit was still being denied, and letting her know its disappointment. Each time she looked at Lake her clit had throbbed. She was sure the bud had thought the anal play was meant to be foreplay, and was disappointed when it had turned out differently.
“Let’s do that box in the morning,” Lake said, interrupting her thoughts. “Bring me the key and the envelope.”
She went and retrieved the items from her bedroom, giving them to Lake, who was now sitting on the couch, and then letting out an oath of surprise when he pulled her onto his lap.
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