by Tori Carson
“You’re about to get your wish. Now be a good girl and suck me dry.”
He barely issued his order before jets of his come were flowing into her mouth. She lapped it up, loving the taste of him. Within moments, his hands were back in her hair, slowing her down. She made sure she wiped him clean with her tongue before resting her head on his lap.
“You’re amazing, Angela. I’d like to say you need more practice and that we’ll have to try it again very soon, but I’d be struck by lightning for a whopper like that one. Good thing I’m your Dom and I decide when we’ll engage in such activities. Be warned, I plan to have you on your knees serving me frequently.”
She loved his smile. And him pointing out that he was in charge sent a jolt of excitement straight to her pussy. “I’m a firm believer in practicing.”
Brett slid back into the tub. “Turn around so we’re spooning.”
Angela immediately complied. Melting against him had become her favorite activity. There was something heavenly about the feel of his arms around her. Now, if she could just turn off her busy brain and only focus on the present, she could get lost in the peacefulness of it.
“Are you on the Pill, Angela?”
His question sent butterflies flying in her tummy again. “Yes.” She’d begun taking them right before she’d married and just never bothered to stop.
“I know you were tested when you joined the club. Have you had intercourse since then?” he asked, before he began kissing her neck.
“No.” His lips were lighting fires all the way to her pussy. “How about you?” She was proud that her brain worked enough to ask.
“I test regularly and I haven’t been with anyone since my last one. I’m clean. Intercourse was on your soft limits list. Is it on the table or do you want to abstain for a while? Either answer is perfectly acceptable, Angela. No pressure. I just want to know now, before we adjourn to the bedroom.”
“I’m not sure why I listed it as a soft limit. It’s not like I’m trying to save myself or anything. I mean, that ship already sailed and I didn’t even get a t-shirt. I guess I just didn’t want that sort of thing from a stranger.” She needed to just stop talking, but words kept flowing out of her mouth anyway. “I don’t think of you like that. So if you want to, then yeah, it’s okay.”
Her face felt hot and she knew it was blazing red. What the heck had happened to her vocabulary? She sounded like a freaking moron.
“I’m glad you’re discriminating about who you sleep with, honey. I’d be disappointed if I was one of many.”
“Nope, not many, just one and it was so many years ago I’m not sure that part of me is even functional anymore. On the other hand, considering how utterly unsatisfying it was for both of us, maybe it wasn’t functional back then either.” She hung her head in embarrassment. “Feel free to tell me to shut up. As you can see, I babble when I’m nervous.”
“You aren’t babbling. You’re giving me insight into your thoughts. And, Angela, you aren’t broken. Your ex was an abusive motherfucker who ought to have his ass kicked.”
“We just weren’t compatible. Maybe if I could have been what he’d wanted in bed, he wouldn’t have been so hateful.”
Brett picked her up and spun her around to face him. “No, Angela. You did nothing wrong. That sort of talk, I won’t stand for. Are we clear?”
“You’re seriously stronger than I suspected.” She laughed, hoping to lighten the moment. “And we might have to put impact play on the hard limit list, but yes, Sir. I understand.”
“I would never hurt you, physically or otherwise, on purpose. You’re safe with me.” He brought her down onto his chest. “But there will be a punishment the next time I hear you making excuses for him.”
Feeling his rich baritone voice rumble against her made her anxious to get back in the bedroom. “Yes, Sir. Um, I’m turning into a prune. Would you like to crawl back under the covers and snuggle for a while?”
“Oh, Angela, I plan to do so much more than cuddle.” He offered her his hand to help steady her as she stood.
He was already getting hard again. God, she hoped she didn’t disappoint him.
Once Brett was out of the tub, he took the towel from Angela and began to dry her off. She had a beautiful body and he wanted to touch her every chance he had. The more he heard about her marriage, the more surprised he was that she was open to any type of sexual experience, let alone a D/s one. The mere fact that she was giving their arrangement a shot made him proud as hell of her.
“May I?” Angela held out her hand.
He gave her the towel and stood still while she ran the cloth over his chest. He wasn’t used to anyone doing things like that for him, but he decided he liked it. Brett had never been with a service sub before. Sure any of the women from his previous relationships would have dried him had he requested it, but none had ever asked, as if serving him brought them pleasure. It gave him an unexpected feeling of contentment.
Angela moved behind him and toweled off his back. He scooted forward to give her more room but was shocked when she sank to her knees to dry off his legs.
His cock was as hard as ever. Apparently with Angela, the normal lag time between erections didn’t apply. He rather liked that too. “Get that beautiful ass of yours back on the bed and present for me. I’ll be there in a minute.”
As she headed off to follow his order, he went to get his satchel. Angela was one complex lady—timid yet strong, giving yet demanding her independence, needing freedom yet aroused by dominance. Brett was definitely looking forward to learning all about her.
Entering the room and seeing her kneeling on the bed took his breath away. “You are so beautiful, Angela.”
“I feel beautiful around you, Sir.” She had a small, shy smile that he found endearing.
Okay, he could admit it, he was getting hooked. He tossed his bag on the bench at the end of the bed then sat beside her. “The other night, you had a bad experience with a flogger. I’d like to replace that memory with a sensual flogging. Are you up for that?”
Her face scrunched and she slouched a little. “I’m sorry, Brett, my back is still tender. I don’t think I could take any kind of impact right now.”
Brett nodded. “I should have specified. I intend to have you face up.” He watched her eyes grow wide and dilate.
“Oh.” Angela bit her lip and started squirming. “I…um…okay.” Her face flushed, but her smile reappeared. “What questions should I be asking?”
Her innocence and trust in him had his stomach twisted into a knot. No other woman had ever had him feeling like this. He had to change her mind about a relationship. “I gave you some key information. When I use the term ‘sensual’, it means it’s designed to bring you pleasure. The sensations will start out light and build as your arousal increases. Until you’re comfortable with me…” He refused to contemplate her with another man. “You might ask to see the toy I plan to use.”
“Last night I enjoyed not knowing. Not being aware added to the excitement. Would I be stupid not to ask?” She sounded a little hesitant as if she was afraid of disappointing him.
“If you’re with me, no. I have a copy of your interest inventory. I understand what your hard limits are and I’ll ask if I think we may tread on a soft limit.”
Fuck, since she asked, he needed to cover all the bases no matter how much it galled him. “If you scene with someone else…which would void our agreement…” He held her eye contact until she nodded. “You should make sure you know the man’s reputation. Ask other subs what he’s like and whether he is respectful of limits. Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Seriously, honey, you can’t be too careful.”
“I know. I don’t know why I didn’t heed the warnings.” She looked toward the window.
“Really? Because I think you did it to spite me.” He needed to leash his temper, but any time he thought of Angela with anyone else, it pissed him off.
Angela’s head dropped. “There’s som
He put his finger under her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. “We won’t have any more of that.”
“No, Sir. We won’t.” She granted him a heart-stopping smile.
He wasn’t sure what the expression on her face meant, but he chose to believe she was happy with their arrangement. “We need to make sure you stay still. I want the strands to land exactly where I’m aiming. Are you okay with the cuffs?”
She looked at the headboard. “They won’t scratch the bed, will they?”
He laughed. “I’m talking about taking a flogger to you and you’re worried about the furniture. I guess that means you trust me on some level.” He shook his head. “I’ll attach it using soft rope. How’s that?”
“Sounds good. Are you going to blindfold me?” Her voice sounded strong as if she wasn’t worried either way.
“I hadn’t planned on it.” He wanted her to see each strike coming. If she remained calm, he intended to pull quite the mind fuck on her and hopefully gain a little more of her trust.
Brett reached into his satchel and pulled out six cuffs.
“I didn’t want to mess anything up so when I cleaned off the table, I just laid everything on top. I hope nothing is tangled.” Angela sounded unsure of herself and was biting her lip again.
It was interesting how she could go from strong and confident to insecure in the span of a heartbeat. He winked at her. “I’m pretty good with knots. It’s okay. Hold out your hands.” He quickly wrapped the soft leather around her wrists and secured them. “Good girl. Now lie on your back. Are you warm enough or should I turn up the heat?”
“I’m fine, Sir, thank you,” she answered before reclining onto the bed.
He was glad he had specified a king size, wrought iron head and footboard set. It made tying off easy and there was plenty of room for play.
“These are soft. I like that. I’m not a fan of the metal restraints. They’re cold and unforgiving.” She ran her hand around her wrists, probably remembering the other night.
“Are those too tight?” he asked, wanting to keep her focused on the here and now. After she shook her head, Brett threw the pillows onto the chair by the window and drew out two more bundles of rope.
“Put your hands above your head reaching toward the corner posts.” He ran a section of rope from each cuff to the top of the headboard. This position had her arms floating in the air yet securely tied. “How’s that?”
“It’s kind of hot.” A beautiful pink blush covered her face.
“We’re just getting started. Now I want you to spread your legs and bend your knees.” After she moved into position, he added, “Good, except I want your thighs and calves to rest on the bed. Can you do that comfortably?”
She opened her legs as he directed. “Yeah, it’s fine, Sir.”
Brett placed a cuff around each thigh and another set on her calves. Using a section of rope, he secured the cuffs on her left leg then tied the rope off on the bed frame. After checking to make sure nothing was pinching her, he did the same on the other leg. “Now, my little subbie, we’re going to test your tolerances.”
“Um, that sounds a little scary, Sir.”
“It should. The only way to determine where your true limits lie is to exceed them.” He kept his voice neutral and a bit distant. His plan was to send her mind skittering toward its deepest, darkest fantasies.
Angela wrapped her hands around the rope as if she needed something to hang on to. He watched her eyes dilate and she licked her lips.
“I don’t understand. You want to push me until I safeword?”
He shrugged in what he hoped was a casual manner. “You can safeword anytime you feel you need to, but no, my goal isn’t to push you to the point where you want to stop. My goal is to bring you so much pleasure you never want it to end.”
“I’m not sure which idea is scarier.” Angela swallowed hard.
Brett laughed. She might be nervous, but she was excited too. Her gorgeous nipples were peaked and begging for the flogger. “After watching you last night, I think your body may enjoy a deeper edge of pain than your brain wants to acknowledge.” He paused and allowed dark ideas to run wild inside her mind for a few moments.
As the vein in her neck started throbbing, he knew it was time to reel her back to the present. “Remember two things for me tonight. Fear is your worst enemy. Don’t allow it to stand in your way.”
Angela nodded but looked less than convinced.
“The second and probably the most important thing is—you hold all the power. If you safeword, it all stops.”
The breath she’d been holding came out in a rush. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He went to his toy bag and drew out a small flogger with short, thin strands. “This was designed for use on sensitive areas, like your breasts and pussy. I’m not a fan, but let’s see if you are.” Lightly, he ran the tips of the strands over her nipples, down her stomach and along her pussy.
Angela was already writhing on the bed making his cock, if possible, even harder. Thank God, she’d sucked him off, because he wanted to take his time. Gently, he swatted her thighs. “Tonight, my girl wants to explore her darker side.”
“I do? Really? I must have missed a memo or something because I’m pretty sure vanilla with some sprinkles on top might be a better option.” She laughed a little nervously.
He was happy she let the “my girl” phrase slide on by. “That plan was considered and discarded. It’s good to be boss of the bedroom.” He continued to strike her thighs and stomach, carefully avoiding her erogenous zones for a few moments longer.
“I would never dream to argue with you, Sir, but this feels pretty good. Don’t feel any pressure from me to increase the ouchy factor.”
Considering the vulnerable position she was in, he was a little surprised but very pleased she was bantering with him. It led him to believe she was growing more comfortable with their arrangement. Maybe he was making progress after all. “Life is too short to sit on the sidelines.”
He tossed the toy on the floor and pulled out his nineteen-inch deerskin flogger. “Now, this one will bring you the bite you need. The strands are long and wide. With one stroke I can properly abuse both tits.”
Brett was watching her closely and immediately noticed the change in her breathing. It grew quicker and shallower. Her smile had disappeared, replaced by a look of hungry anticipation. “Can you imagine the feel of this striking your tender, wet pussy?”
“Yes,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off the flogger.
“Each flick of the wrist will send fire dancing across your skin. You want that, don’t you?” His kept his voice a soft seduction.
Angela swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Yes, Master…Brett, please.”
He swung with medium strength, hitting exactly where he’d aimed. A pink swath appeared across her left leg.
Angela cried out. Brett was sure it was more from the buildup of anticipation than from pain. The flogger, though intimidating, when used correctly, produced a soothing thud instead of the stinging bite the smaller, more harmless-looking toy caused.
“Please, more,” Angela begged.
“With pleasure,” he assured her. Brett set a steady pace, striking her legs and tummy but avoiding where she wanted it most.
With her back slightly arched and her eyes closed as she writhed within the space the ropes would allow, her quiet moaning had his cock begging for mercy.
Slowly, he increased the strength of each blow.
“Master…Brett, please,” she whimpered. “I need more.”
He realized he was holding his breath hoping she’d leave his title at Master. While intellectually he knew it was way too early for her to think of him in those terms, he still wanted to hear it. When she included his given name, it brought an intimate endearment down to a casual title of respect.
“I know you do, my beautiful subbie, but I’m in charge. I don’t think you’ve suffered nearly enough. There’s so much more I plan to torture you with, my dear.” He tossed the flogger toward the end of the bed and pulled out his Wartenberg wheel.
“Now that your skin is such a lovely shade of red and all the blood is so near the surface, every sensation will be heightened.” He brought the wheel closer to her face so she could see each spike. “Have you ever felt one of these before?”
“No.” She moved back the tiniest bit.
“We’re going to change that tonight. I intend to draw this across your most sensitive skin.” Using a bit of pressure, he ran the spines across her stomach.
An anguished cry spilled from her lips.
“It’s a healthy mix of both pain and pleasure, isn’t it?” She was so fucking expressive. He loved playing with her.
“Yes. It hurts, but I like it,” she confessed in a rush.
“I thought you might.” He dropped his voice a little lower. “Imagine those spines rolling across your clit.”
“Oh, God, you can’t say things like that.” She scrunched her eyes closed. “I already need to come. Please, Master Brett.”
He laughed and edged the wheel closer to her mound. “No way, my hot little subbie. I have so much more planned for you. Tonight you’re going to have to earn every orgasm.”
“I’m being good. Please, Master Brett.” She bucked her hips toward him almost forcing the spines over her hood.
He pulled the wheel in the opposite direction and crisscrossed her torso. Reveling in her moans and coos, he took his time dotting her skin with the wicked tool.
“Are you ready to feel the leather strike your tits and pussy?” He knew he needed to keep changing it up. Allowing Angela to grow accustomed to the sensations would negate his plan.
She nodded and bit her lip. “I think so.”
“Then ask me,” he demanded.
“Ask you to hit me?” She had a naughty smile on her lips.
Brett pulled back and lifted one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” He used every ounce of his Dom voice.
Angela broke into a nervous fit of giggles. “Please, you know what I want.”
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