by Tori Carson
She felt his hands release her as he pulled back and rested his forehead on hers. He’d done that before and she found it endearing, as if he couldn’t bear to lose the connection.
“You’re killing me, woman. I don’t want our first time to be in this crappy-ass apartment, but I won’t wait much longer.” He lifted her off the island. “Go look around then come back and tell me you hate it.”
She laughed and ran her hand along his jaw. “But what if I love it and want to rent this one?”
“Then, it’s yours, beautiful lady, and I’ll refrain from complaining about our differing taste in apartments.”
Angela couldn’t be sure, but she thought he was telling the truth that he really didn’t care if she chose his least favorite apartment. No man could be that perfect. Obviously she needed to learn more of his mannerisms. Reluctant to be away from him, she peeked into the rooms and came back to him.
“I love it, where do I sign?” She smiled.
He held out his hand and she immediately took it. “Before you decide, perhaps it would be best if you saw the last apartment. Then tomorrow after work, we can meet at the rental office for whichever building you choose and sign the lease or get a copy of it so you can take it to an attorney and have them look it over.” As they left the apartment, Brett made sure the door was locked and led her to the elevator.
“I don’t think that will be necessary. I’m familiar with leasing agreements and have a fairly good grasp of legalese.” She had to be. Screwing her family through legal agreements became her ex’s favorite form of retaliation. Being the president of the only financial institution for a hundred square miles allowed him to have his fingers in everyone’s lives. All it took was to mislay a check for a few weeks, deem someone’s account in arrears, and he could jack up the interest rate on their loan. Angela had learned quickly how to read fine print.
The elevator opened to the garage. “Okay, just don’t feel pressured either way. I want you comfortable with what you’re signing.”
Angela leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked toward his car. “I was only kidding you know. I don’t love the apartment.”
He brought her hand up for a kiss. “I was fairly sure that was the case, but the decision is yours. You will be the one living here, although, I hope to visit on occasion. I’d like to, sometimes, scene with you in a private setting, if you’re okay with that.”
Her head was reeling. Scening at home made it so much more intimate. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for that and yet the idea was appealing. Hell, she’d been ready to play as soon as he started kissing her. Why was she so skittish about everything? He’d already agreed to her terms. “Yes, I’d like that.”
“Thank you.”
They rode in silence to the next apartment. It wasn’t far and Angela was lost in thought. She’d certainly changed her tune in the last twenty-four hours. If she pushed the fear aside, it felt right. Being with Brett, scening exclusively with him, had a safe feeling to it. And it was fucking hot. He pushed all her sexual buttons.
Brett turned into another garage and parked in a reserved spot near the elevator. “I have an office in this building. I’m not here often, but it’s quiet. The apartment isn’t bad, but it isn’t terribly close to your work or the college. It’s available though and I thought I’d show it to you.”
They quickly toured the apartment and she liked it, but the idea of being in the same building as Brett made her a little uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be a convenient fuck. She wanted to count for something a little more than that. When they were back in the car, she made her decision. “Well, I think I’d like to lease the first one.”
“Great. Do you want to use the model furniture? It would clear out one of the storage rooms that we could be using for something else.”
Holy crap! She waited a moment to respond. It was important to her to at least sound like an adult not a kid jumping for joy. “If it wouldn’t be an inconvenience, I’d like that. I have my own bedroom furniture though. After sleeping on the floor for a few weeks, I decided to splurge a little.” She laughed at his wide-eyed expression.
“You slept on the floor? That’s just wrong.” He pulled his car into traffic. “Would you like to see it one more time?”
“Yes, if you don’t mind.” She was terribly excited. Her own place! She’d never been on her own before. She found it hard to sit still in the seat with the eagerness coursing through her. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this opportunity. It’s so sweet of you!” She laid her hand over his. He immediately linked their fingers.
“No problem. It will be nice to have one more filled. I’ll check first thing in the morning and see how soon the furniture can be delivered. If there’s a choice, what color palette do you like best?”
“That’s awesome. I’m an earth-tone girl. I love model home furniture because they keep everything as small as possible to make the available space seem larger than it really is. It’s not as much of a factor with that apartment, because it’s so spacious, but I’m a sucker for low-profile couches and neutral tones.”
“I like a little splash of color…copper, reds, even a medium blue just to add a focal point,” Brett said casually.
“Yes! Exactly.” She liked that he had asked. Angela took special note of how to enter the garage. She was beyond giddy at the idea that she would soon be living here.
“I love that smile on your face, Angela. Come on. Let’s check out your new apartment.”
He had a sparkle to his eyes that touched her girly parts. Would it be in bad taste to jump his bones before she signed the papers? Probably, damn it. She had the hardest time sitting still while he came around to open her door, but she managed it.
As they walked to the apartment, he pulled her tight against him and raised her hand above her head. She laughed and spun as they danced without music.
“So tell me how you want to decorate it.”
She looked at him shyly. It seemed too good to be true that he’d want to hear the myriad thoughts rambling around in her head, but she was more than happy to share. They went through each room and she told him exactly what she envisioned. When they ended their tour in the master bathroom, Brett set her on the vanity.
“Kiss me.”
She shook her head. “If I kiss you, I won’t stop and it seems improper to take such liberties in the apartment before I even sign the papers.”
He cocked his head to one side and studied her face. “Is that the only thing holding you back? Because I assure you, as the company representative responsible for this property, it’s of no consequence.”
“Well if you’re sure…” She spread her legs so he could wedge in between them and tipped her head up for a kiss.
He ravaged her lips but pulled back quickly and left her wanting more. “You have five minutes. Then I want you undressed and presenting for me in the master bedroom.”
Chapter Three
Angela bit her lip and looked up at him.
“Is there a problem?” He had to rein in his Dominant side. She was quite new to this lifestyle and they didn’t know each other well. She had to be nervous, especially considering how her last session went. He was asking a lot of her to scene alone with him. At least in the club, she had other people nearby.
“No.” She chewed on her lip a bit more. “I just usually…” She shrugged. “Keep at least some of my clothes on.”
Brett nodded. “I can understand that. Being in a club with a variety of people always around, I can see how that might make you uncomfortable. Here, we’re alone. I want you bared to me, Angela. Will you do that for me?” It wasn’t on her hard limit list. He had that memorized. She must have negotiated out of it while with the other Doms.
He waited patiently. She’d already consented to far more than he’d hoped for this evening. Getting her to agree to scene with him exclusively was a major coup. He hadn’t felt that much exhilaration the last time he’d closed an important business de
Angela nodded. “Okay.”
“While we’re playing together, I’d like you to address me as Sir or Master Brett.” He wanted her to understand there was a clear-cut set of expectations for when they were scening.
“Yes, Sir.” She complied immediately.
“Good girl. The time starts now.” He looked at his watch then left the room, granting her some privacy he closed the door behind him.
Brett went into the kitchen, slid onto the island and sent an urgent message to the interior decorator he used for both his buildings and his home. Brett gave the designer a detailed but brief explanation of what Angela had envisioned for the apartment and told him he had until tomorrow at five o’clock p.m. to complete the project.
Just a few seconds after he hit send, he received a terse reply complaining about unrealistic deadlines and some nonsense about an artist’s creativity needing time to flourish. Brett chuckled and returned his phone to his pocket. Of course it was unrealistic, but Brett also knew the project would be done on time. One way or another, his team always managed to complete the job.
He checked his watch. Soon. Brett began looking through the cabinets and ran across a soap dish under the sink. He pulled it out and went to the refrigerator. He smiled. Finding a full container of ice cubes, he put a few on the soap dish and carried it closer to the bedroom but placed it out of sight.
At six minutes, he stood in the doorway. Angela was more beautiful than he’d imagined. Just enough light penetrated the blinds that he could see her sexy curves. Her skin had a glow to it that made his cock twitch. He waited until he had his urges fully leashed before he entered the room.
The apartment was completely silent, allowing him to hear her breathing hitch as he neared her. His cock jumped and his heart skipped a beat as he brushed a hand down her hair. “You’re trembling. Are you cold?” The room was warm, but some women felt cold when anticipation ran too high.
She shook her head.
“Use your words and tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He watched as her nipples hardened further. Just looking at her made him ache. “For this to work, you have to share your thoughts with me. We’re going to try many new things. Some will have the desired effect and some won’t. Turn off the filters. Stop worrying about what you think I want to hear and just talk to me.”
She tipped her head and looked up at him. “Being alone…and naked.” She bit her lip for a moment. “It’s very intimate. I’m not used to this.”
“Perfect. Thank you for being honest with me.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. “When you present for me, I prefer your hands behind your back and your eyes on me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Instantly, her lip returned to between her teeth.
“Presenting yourself to your Dom is a very submissive position. How do you feel about that?” He kept his voice calm and continued to touch her soothingly.
Angela closed her eyes and a blush covered her face. “My tummy dropped and I’m wet.”
“I like that. But don’t hide from me, Angela. Your pleasure is my utmost concern, so telling me you’re aroused is nothing to be embarrassed about.” His heart was hammering and his cock was weeping against the fabric of his slacks. Angela was so fucking hot, he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. This is still kind of new to me.” She opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her lips were slightly apart as her breathing grew heavy.
“I want you to crawl into the bathroom and bring me your scarf.” He felt her tense and draw back away from him.
“Crawl?” One eyebrow was raised and she had a shocked look on her face.
“Yes. Crawl. I love to look at your ass and from that position I’ll have a lovely view of your pussy. I hope to see it glistening as you comply with my order. As you return to me, I will watch your succulent breasts,” he reached down and ran his thumb over her pebbled nipple, “sway with each step you take.”
He continued to pinch and roll her tender flesh eliciting a soft moan until she answered him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Once he let go, she turned away from him and went down on all fours. “Mmm, luscious, just as I suspected. I could enjoy this view all night and never grow tired of it.” He could see the cuts on her back. They were small, but the area around the abrasions were bruised. A pang of regret hit his conscience. He wished he’d gotten to her sooner.
Angela wrapped the scarf around her neck and came back to him. When she was about a foot away she returned to a kneeling position, unwrapped the scarf and held it out to him.
“Thank you. Was that as bad as you first imagined?” Since she was new to the lifestyle, he needed to explore various avenues with her and see what aroused her.
“No, Sir.”
He took the scarf, brought it near his face and inhaled deeply. He loved her scent. “Did you enjoy following my command?”
“I don’t know.” Her face grew serious and he imagined her looking at the situation from all directions. “I want to please you, but at first my mind balked at the idea. I’m not an animal or a child without the ability to walk on two legs so the action seemed too belittling to agree to. When you described why you asked me to crawl, it put it in a different light. It didn’t seem as demeaning then.”
“Degrading you isn’t the objective…ever. Some women find that arousing and there are guys who get off on it, but I don’t. Your submission, however, has me knocking on Dom space. Your open honesty is just what we need to make this work.” He forced a stern tone to his voice. “However…I didn’t ask you to crawl. I ordered. In a scene, I’m in charge. There may be times when I allow you free rein, but until that time your options are safeword or comply. Do you understand?”
Watching her closely, he knew his words had the desired effect. Her eyes had dilated and her breathing grew shallower.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Would lying on the carpet hurt your back?” He hadn’t thought about the cuts until he’d seen them again. Mentally, he beat himself up for not remembering sooner.
“No, I’m fine, Sir.” She answered without hesitation.
“Good. Hold out your arms, wrists together.” Brett took her scarf and began wrapping it around them. “I’m not going to tie this though. You need time to trust me, before we get into any serious bondage.” He put the ends into her hands. “If you let go, it will come unwound and I will be very disappointed.”
“I won’t, Sir.” She smiled at him.
Brett noticed she was no longer trembling and she seemed to be enjoying herself. “Good girl. Now lie flat on your back with your arms over your head.”
While he watched her move into position, he unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops. He barely suppressed a grin as her eyes widened and she tormented her bottom lip again.
“Close your eyes.” He laid the belt across them. “I want to narrow your focus.” He noticed she took a quick sniff.
“Um, leather.”
He smiled, glad she was fond of the smell. “I have a lot of leather toys we’ll play with soon enough.”
Leaving her side for only a moment, he retrieved the soap dish filled with ice cubes. He lay on his side and bolstered his head on his palm. “You’re so beautiful, Angela.” Lightly, he brushed his fingers down her chest.
“Thank you, Sir.”
There was something off about her tone that made him wonder if her ex had done a number on her ego as well. “Such full breasts.” He cupped her soft flesh and pinched her nipple.
“It’s an honor that you give your body into my keeping.” Brett leaned down and drew her nipple into his mouth. Her quick response to his damp heat pleased him. As he pulled back, he circled her extended peak with an ice cube.
Angela moaned and began to squirm.
“No, none of that,” he murmured as he nipped and kissed down her sides. “Your body is mine to explore.” He poured the water from the melted ice into her cute little bellybutton, causing her to instantly go still.
“Now if you wiggle you’re going to get your brand new carpet wet. I’m sure you don’t want that.”
She let out a groan of frustration.
Brett slid onto his knees and began to nibble along her sides and across her flat tummy.
“Brett, Master, Sir,” she stammered, “stop. I can’t stay still.” Her voice rose and she bent her knees and began to rub her feet back and forth on the carpet.
He chuckled evilly. “You know what to say to get it to stop, but then our play will end for the evening as well. It’s your choice. Do you need to safeword?”
“No,” she answered with her face scrunched. She had pulled her arms down slightly as if trying to curl her torso into a ball without actually moving.
“I’m so glad because I’ve only just begun to torture you, my dear. I’d hate to have my plans cut short.” He moved in fluid motion, heating her skin with his warm breath and satin lips then cooling the same area with an ice cube.
“Sir, please.” The pleading in her tone had his cock testing the strength of his zipper.
“Please, what Angela? Do you want to come?” He gave her nipple a sharp tug with his teeth.
Angela screamed. “Yes, please, Master Brett.”
“But, my beautiful subbie, we haven’t gotten to the good part yet. You wouldn’t want to rush things now would you?”
“Maybe…” she squeaked.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered and watched while she complied. Brett sent a moderate but probably shocking smack to her pussy.
The air rushed from her lungs and she immediately stopped moving.
“Bratty behavior will not be rewarded.” Her features softened and her muscles relaxed. Angela, apparently, liked a firm hand. Brett found the more he learned about her the more he knew pursuing her had been one of his better decisions.
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