by Lacey Wolfe
“Do you enjoy the taste of my come?”
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Her eyes were wide before she finally spoke. “I like the way your come tastes.”
“Good girl. Go lay back on the padded table over there.” Once she had laid back he came over and put her wrists in the restraints. “How is that?”
“It’s good.”
“Not too tight?”
“No, Sir.”
Standing back a moment, he looked at her and then decided against restraining her legs. A spreader bar was more of what he was looking for.
“Megan, this is a spreader bar. It attaches to your ankles and it keeps you spread open. What color are you?”
“Green.”
Kneeling down, he attached each end to an ankle. “If, at any time, this gets uncomfortable please safe word and let me know. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”
His eyes were immediately drawn to her pussy, and he really wanted a taste but knew if he buried his mouth there he wouldn’t act out the scene. The next thing he grabbed was a flogger.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
“A flogger.”
“Good girl.”
Greg began by running the tool across her breasts and then down her belly, stopping right at the pubic line. When he made his way back up to her tits he lightly smacked them with the flogger. Her body jerked in surprise so he went back to letting the tool tease before he once again playfully whipped her. He didn’t do it hard, just enough to let it slightly tingle.
Her nipples were long and erect. He leaned down and drew one into his mouth. She had large nipples, so when they were hard they were very long. He released it to go to the other. Finished with that one he returned to letting the flogger move along her skin in a playful way.
Bringing the flogger now to her inner thighs, he was less gentle when it came to spanking her legs. Her body jerked again against the restraints. He spanked her several times in a row, and he expected her to safe word, but she didn’t.
He smiled. She deserved a little reward. Laying the flogger beside her on the bench, he positioned himself between her legs. He let his tongue explore her folds but didn’t touch her clit or opening. Today he wanted to tease her and help her with self-control.
She moaned and her hips moved into him as she silently begged for more.
“Stay still,” he said.
He continued to lick as she moaned. Her body was stiff with want and need, but it wasn’t time yet. He was going to bring her to the utmost pleasure he could, and while she might get frustrated with not getting just what she needed at this very moment, when she did get it she was likely to feel as though she’d exploded.
He stood and started to remove the spreader bar. She groaned.
“You will come when I say you do, remember? I hold the power to your pleasure, and you have to trust me.” He laid the bar on the floor. “What color are we?”
“Green.” She panted.
He didn’t expect any different.
“Bring your legs up to your chest and keep them there.”
Her ass was on display now along with her wet, shining pussy. He didn’t know how much longer he could last before having to shove his cock deep into her. His relief was going to be quick and so was hers.
Taking the flogger, he spanked her hard across her bottom. She cried out. But this was a soft flogger and he knew it only did minimal stinging. He had never been big on spanking, but something about her ass cried for attention from not only his cock but his hand.
He spanked her ass several times before he dropped the flogger and then rubbed where the redness was. Her breathing was heavy. Letting his fingers slide into her opening, he found her practically dripping. She liked it.
Gripping her waist, he pulled her to the edge of the table so her arms were now straight above her head, but still comfortable enough that it wasn’t pulling on them.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Positioning his cock at her opening, he thrust in.
“Let me hear you.”
Megan screamed out, and he drove into her faster and harder.
“Don’t come yet.”
He did his best to hold back his own orgasm, but as her walls tightened he knew her release was close. Just as he was about to change the rhythm so she wouldn’t come yet, he felt her spasm and she cried out. Anger flooded him when he realized she’d come when he had just told her not to.
His hand grabbed the edge of the table and he shoved into her hard. He wanted to bring her to that point again. He swirled his finger on her clit and lightly pinched. She gasped, and he could tell by her breathing she was working on another orgasm.
“Does that feel good?”
She nodded as her mouth opened and he wished like hell he had a gag to stuff in it. He pulled out of her and her head jerked up. He smirked and wondered if she really thought she was going to get away with disobeying him.
Climbing on the table, he straddled her. “Did you come before you were told to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He knew just what she needed for punishment too. “Open your mouth.”
She did willingly. He thrust his cock into her mouth, and her tongue was wicked. She was eager to please him. His release was building, but after a few more pumps he removed his cock from her mouth. She looked confused.
“Did you want to suck me until I filled your mouth?” he asked.
She nodded.
Taking his cock in his hand, he started to jerk-off. “You don’t deserve my come in your pussy or your mouth. You disobeyed me.”
His relief was finally felt and he shot it all over her breasts and neck. After a few strokes, just to keep the pleasure going, he let go of his cock and climbed off the table. He inserted his finger into her pussy and found it the way he hoped it would be—very wet. He let his finger go in and out a few times and watched her chest rise at the pleasure. More than anything he wanted to let her come again, but she had disobeyed him.
Taking his fingers from her, he then went to where the restraints were. He released her and said, “Go clean up and meet me back here in your spot so we can discuss what happened.”
Megan cleaned up quickly and then went back to the playroom. She kneeled on her pillow and put her head down. She hadn’t meant to release right after he’d told her not to, but she couldn’t hold out any longer. She knew too that he had been easy on her with his punishment. She knew from the things she’d read online that it could’ve been much worse. But still, she was upset knowing she had disappointed him.
Greg was across the room cleaning up. He was wiping the table down at the moment and didn’t even look at her. Being ignored was the worst and then not knowing what he was going to tell her next. Was he going to paddle her? The flogger had been nice, and she was surprised she’d liked it so much. But those paddles scared the shit out of her. Especially the ones that had words engraved in them. She shuddered just thinking about it.
Greg went into the bathroom and she heard him turn on the shower. God, this waiting was torture. If she hadn’t been naughty, would she be in the shower with him? Would they have sex on a more personal level? Dawn had told her that sometimes after a very intense scene she and her Dom would have normal sex.
However, she and Greg’s relationship didn’t seem to be going in that direction. He’d never even kissed her or done anything in a way that was making what they had intimate. She did wonder though what his lips would feel like on hers. Would he be a soft kisser who took his time exploring her mouth, or would it be full of passion and greed?
The shower stopped and she bit her lip. How much longer would he ignore her? It was always possible he would ignore her all night and not speak to her until the next morning. In her contract she had agreed to occasionally staying overnight. He had let her know the adjoining
bedroom was there if she ever needed to sleep.
The bathroom door opened and Greg came out fully dressed. He must have clothes in the other bedroom. He took a chair from the corner and came over to her and sat.
“You may lay your head on my leg and look up at me.”
Touching him felt so good and when he twirled a finger in her hair a calm came over her.
“Do you know why you’ve been punished?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me.”
“I orgasmed before you gave me permission to, and I disobeyed you by doing so.”
“That’s right. Did you expect to be punished for that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me why you disobeyed me.”
“You made me feel so good it was hard to hold off.”
“Well, I take some of the blame too. I did tease you quite a bit. But next time the punishment will be worse. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He sat quietly a moment, stroking her hair. “You may dress. On the counter by the cabinets you will find the next size plug I would like you to start using. After you’re dressed please meet me upstairs in my study. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”
He sat only a few moments longer and then left the playroom. Letting out a loud sigh, she headed straight for the bathroom to dress. She didn’t want to leave him waiting.
Chapter 6
Megan was surprised she was the first in his study. Here she had been worried about him waiting on her and yet she would be the one doing just that.
His office was a mess, but she figured it usually was. Today his desk was shoved against the wall and there looked to be several finished paintings and one that he was working on. On his desk sat a glass of water with soaking brushes in it. His laptop was closed and half hanging off the side.
Her office was very organized. She needed it that way in order to have her mind clear to write. If she knew there was anything that needed her attention, her creativity hit a brick wall.
Her fingers ached to clean up his study and to push the laptop back into its rightful place. But this was his space and who knew, maybe he needed chaos to create those lovely paintings of his.
Footsteps came up behind her and she froze. Right as she was about to hit panic as to where she should be, she remembered they were outside of the playroom.
“Do you like my work?” Greg handed her a glass of wine.
Taking a sip of the chilled beverage, she nodded.
“I hope white is okay.”
“It’s fine.”
“Good.” He crossed the room and took a seat on his messy desk. “In a little over a month I have a local show.”
“Congrats. That’s great.”
“Thanks. It isn’t my first one but this one is certainly bigger than I’m used to. I wanted to see if you’d go as my date.”
Megan took a long sip of her wine before she spoke. She couldn’t believe that he was asking her to such an important event. “I’d love to.”
“Good. I was worried you might not want to.”
She giggled, the wine already going to her head from the lack of food.
“I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather share the evening with.” He smiled with pleasure.
“How will I address you that evening?” she asked.
“Greg, of course. I know I’m your first Dom and I’m somewhat laid back outside of the playroom. Do you need me to insert myself more into your life?”
Honestly she wasn’t really sure. Being so new to this herself, she enjoyed what they had and the way they did things. Outside of the playroom he put her at ease. She knew if there was anything she needed he would be there to help. She also knew from the contract that if she stepped out of line she would be reprimanded. Including things in her personal life that he felt could pose a danger to her, such as drunken nights out with her friends.
“I think things are fine right now. If I need more I’ll let you know.”
“Honesty is key.”
She finished the last sip of her wine. Greg walked over to take the glass from her, and she began to feel slightly dizzy. As she reached out for his shirt to steady herself, his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Are you okay?” He led her out of the office and into his living room, placing her on the couch.
“Fine. The wine went to my head too fast, I think due to the lack of food, and I just lost my balance.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t even offer you anything to eat. I’m so sorry. Stay here.”
Until the dizziness went away, Megan knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She lay back on the couch and hoped food would help. Greg returned quickly with a bag of chips.
“Start with this, and I’ll warm up some potato soup I have in the fridge.”
Before going back to the kitchen he made sure to open the chips. As Megan ate the salty snack, she started to feel better and silly for almost passing out. Next time she would pack a snack in her purse so as she cleaned up she would have something to nibble on.
Greg flipped the bacon and wondered if Megan was ever going to wake up. After her little fainting spell the previous evening, he’d insisted she stay the night. Typically he put his subs in the guest room downstairs, but he’d tucked Megan away in his spare room upstairs. Which was a first for him. He rationalized it by the fact that she wasn’t feeling well and therefore didn’t need to navigate going down stairs, it would be easier to go up them. Deep down he worried it was more, but he wasn’t about to let his thoughts wander there. Not right now at least.
The timer on the oven dinged, and he pulled out the tray of biscuits. He had gravy bubbling on the stove, because if she was a typical southern girl, she liked her biscuits with gravy. In another pan the sausage sizzled. Once it was finished he would start the eggs.
Picking up his coffee cup he took a sip but nothing met his lips. Shit, he’d already finished two cups. As he filled his cup again, he knew he really didn’t need that third cup. He was already antsy about having Megan there.
Half a pot was there in case she liked coffee. He hoped she did and she wasn’t a tea drinker. He only had big tea bags to brew sweet tea. Crap, with his luck she would be a morning tea drinker.
Why was he being so flustered? This wasn’t the first sub to spend the night. He’d had weekend subs before where they stayed a few nights. What the heck was wrong with him? A call to Jay just might be in order later.
“Good morning,” Megan said as she entered the kitchen. “I didn’t mean to sleep so late. But that bed was so comfortable. I never wanted to get out of it.”
Greg’s dick sprang to life at the sight of her in one of his old shirts. It came down to her knees, and the only thing underneath was a pair of panties. An urge came over him to tell her to strip them off while she ate. He wanted to know that he could see her pussy if he wanted. But this wasn’t the playroom. He couldn’t help it though, the urge was too strong.
“Do you have panties on?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Take them off.”
She stared at him a moment looking unsure, then grinned and removed her panties. “Where do you want me to put them?”
“Toss them out of the kitchen into the living room. Then have a seat. Breakfast is almost done.”
He couldn’t believe he was using the tone he was up here, but she didn’t seem to mind. The eggs cooked fast, and he fixed a plate for her, making sure to pack it with as much food as he could. She needed her strength after last night and what he hoped for after breakfast. He set the plate down in front of her.
“This looks amazing,” she said.
“I like big breakfasts. My mom got up each morning and made sure our bellies were full before school. I like to start my day this way still.”
“My mom put cereal in a bowl and we were lucky to get milk with it.”
“Any morning you’re here, this is how I’ll feed you.”
As
breakfast went on his cock ached to bury itself into her tight pussy. He didn’t even care about the stuff downstairs in the playroom, he just wanted to fuck her.
Megan offered to clean up, but Greg told her to go to the guest room and strip. This was a new side of him. As she took the shirt off and laid it on the bed she wondered, since this wasn’t the playroom, how she was to greet him. To be on the safe side, she got on her knees next to the bed and waited. After yesterday’s punishment, she didn’t want to do anything to displease him.
Greg wasted no time getting into the bedroom. He was already naked, which surprised her, but the sight of his long, thick cock started her engines right away. When she realized that she was gawking at him she diverted her gaze back to the floor. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.
“The sight of you sitting there submitting to me pleases me so much,” he said. “We aren’t even in the playroom and yet, here you are willingly.”
She smiled. She was happy she’d pleased him.
“I only brought one thing with me.”
She hadn’t remembered seeing anything in his hand, but then again her focus had been on his dick.
“Please stand and get a bottle of lube from the nightstand.”
After she did she returned to her spot and began to lower herself back to the ground.
“Lay on the bed, on your stomach, right at the edge, and spread your thighs wide.”
Doing as he said she stole a glance at what he had. It was something silver and small. She had a feeling it was the silver bullet. She’d never tried it, but she’d heard it gave intense pleasure.
Greg opened the lube and squirted the liquid into his hand. He started to rub her between her butt cheeks. “What color are we for me putting this in your ass?”
“Green.”
“Good girl.”
He slowly inserted one finger into her opening, and it felt so damn good. Tingles shot through her core, and she had to resist the urge to push back against his hand.
“My dick is very jealous. I can’t wait to be balls deep in that tight little hole.”
Removing his finger, he then inserted the bullet. It wasn’t too uncomfortable since she’d been using the plug. He clicked something and the vibration started. She gasped. Greg got on his knees and started to lick her clit. She wanted to orgasm but knew better. He’d know and she didn’t want to know what he would do if she disobeyed again.
