by Lacey Wolfe
Greg marched into his office. He’d lost control of himself. Megan had been right to safe word and make him stop. He hadn’t been in the right state of mind. He’d been angry, rage boiling through his veins. When she said ‘red’, she had snapped him right out of it. And he was embarrassed.
Yes, he shouldn’t have walked away. In fact, he should be down there talking to her and discussing why she used the safe word and even how this scene got out of control.
Megan ignited feelings in him that he had never experienced. One moment he was admiring and worshipping her body and the next he wanted to spank her for disobeying him. And now, he was feeling awful, as though life couldn’t go on until he set things right with her. What was the matter with him?
He sat down in his office chair and stared out the window. He was in love. He’d had a feeling this was where he was, although he hadn’t admitted it yet. But did Megan feel the same? Anger started to force its way through his body again. And it wasn’t because of her, it was because he wasn’t handling this right at all. They just needed to talk. If she didn’t feel the same, then he would move forward. But if she did…well, that would be spectacular. It was time to stop thinking about it and to go downstairs and talk to her. Hell, if he had to tie her up again he would. They were going to talk and sort this out.
Greg walked over to his liquor cabinet and decided to take a shot of whiskey to calm him—hopefully. This state of disorientation was really throwing him off. As the warm liquid went down his throat, he had never been so scared in his life. But he was ready to take this step. And he was damn well sure it was going to be with Megan.
As he made his way back down to the playroom, his heart was beating so fast he really worried it might just pop out of his chest. His palms were sweating. Too bad he didn’t bring the whiskey with him.
The playroom was empty. He paused in what seemed like mid-motion, a feeling of panic continuing to set in. Taking a deep breath, he tried to convince himself that she was in the bathroom. But when he swung the door open she wasn’t. He proceeded to open the door that led to the bedroom. She had to be there. The room was empty.
Greg sunk down onto the bed. She had left? His heart ached. Was she gone just for tonight, or was it for good?
Chapter 12
Megan paced back and forth across her living room, scared of what she had just done. She had left. Once Greg went upstairs and she heard a slam, which she assumed was his office door, she had dressed, grabbed her overnight bag, and left as fast as she could. But now that she was home and knew Greg would have come back to the playroom to talk, she felt like a coward. And she was positive a punishment was going to be given if she returned tomorrow. And if she went back, she knew she deserved that punishment.
Was she going back? That she wasn’t sure about. The more she thought about it, the more she was thinking that the BDSM lifestyle was not for her. Or at least not all the time. The scenes were fun and brought her to pleasure she had never experienced, but she hated when she displeased Greg. She never wanted to upset him, just make him happy. And punishment…she hated that too. She didn’t want to be spanked for doing something wrong. Especially for something as silly as turning off the fan. That was just ridiculous.
Megan sat down on her couch. This was crazy. She was falling back into her same pattern. And she could no longer blame it on her ex. She was the one who was avoiding confrontation. Tonight she was a wuss for not staying and talking. Greg didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to know how she felt, and it was time she told him. And that time would be tomorrow. She would go back and tell him what was on her mind.
Megan arrived at Greg’s house early. With her bag over her shoulder, she let herself into the house. First she went to his study, finding the door open. She expected to see him, but he wasn’t there. Next she made her way to the kitchen, but he wasn’t there either. She called out his name, but didn’t get a response. Her confidence started to fizzle when she couldn’t find him, but then she heard a sound from the playroom. She smiled. He was there.
Picking up her pace, she made her way downstairs, ready to get her feelings off her chest. She was going to let him have it and take whatever the consequences were for speaking her mind.
As she went through the open doorway, she stopped. His back was to her and he was naked. How the hell could she form words when he was like that? When he turned to look at her, she let her eyes bask at his amazing body, from his hard and toned chest to his firm thighs, and of course, his long cock.
“You’re early,” he said.
She nodded and told herself it was time to talk.
“Go strip and get in your spot,” he demanded.
She hesitated a moment, but then remembered where she was—the playroom. “I would like to talk.”
“We will talk. But I have not permitted you to speak freely.”
His tone was firm and domineering. She wasn’t going to push. They were going to talk, and that was the most important thing. She could wait.
Greg went back to pretending he was doing something. He had made sure to be in the playroom before her. He was happy she’d come back. But today was about two things—showing her he was a Dom and helping her to express herself. And he was pretty sure he knew how to do that.
Last night he had been miserable. And this morning he was angry. But now he just wanted to solve this problem and move forward—with Megan. It was time to take the steps to ensure they had a future together.
When she walked through the door and saw him, he could see the wheels turning. She had been on a mission. And he was sure if he just let her talk, she would have told him how she was feeling. He had never really dived into her past with her ex, but he was pretty sure expressing how she felt was hard for her. Either she’d fought like crazy with the ex and it didn’t do any good, or she just sat back and never said anything knowing he didn’t care. But Greg did care, and whatever was running through her gorgeous head, he wanted to know. So he hoped like hell what he had planned was the right way to help her express herself.
The bathroom door opened and Megan walked out. She was perfect. Even though he had always preferred long hair, her short locks just worked. She had a very trim waist but a round and firm ass. He could not wait until his cock got to enter it. He knew it would feel like a little slice of heaven. And he couldn’t wait to bring her the pleasure she could get from it.
She kept her focus on the floor, even as she lowered herself onto her pillow. She really was a great submissive. He could tell pleasing him was important to her. She was the only sub he wanted. Having her in his playroom for the rest of his life would be perfect.
Glancing at the clock he saw there was ten minutes until their scheduled time. They were going to wait that time. It would show her that he was in charge. This was his playroom. He was the Dom. This was something he needed to reinforce. Jay had been right. His laid back attitude outside the playroom might have possibly caused him to lose some of the Dom image. He was taking it back.
He went over to the cabinets and made a mental checklist of items he needed to order. Even though he knew there most likely wasn’t going to be a scene tonight, he wanted to lead her to believe there would be. Once the ten minutes was up, he was hard as a rock from his mind imagining all the things he could do with Megan using the contents in his cabinets.
Taking a deep breath, he knew he was going to have to be serviced by her mouth in order to talk. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to keep his mind in focus. Greg stood before her, his cock long and proud.
“I’m glad you came back,” he said as he stroked his cock. “Open your mouth and show me what a good girl you are. Show me how sorry you are for running away last night.”
Megan lifted her face up and opened her mouth. He slid his cock in as far as it would go.
“Take it as deep as you can and suck. I want to feel your apology. Make me come fast.”
She made a suction with her lips and let his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Her ton
gue ran along the underside. He thrust deeper into her throat and she moaned. Reaching down with both hands, he tangled his fingers into her hair to hold her head still.
“Take it. Suck in my whole cock.”
He was in her mouth farther than he had ever been. She gagged slightly and the convulsion of her mouth felt damn good. She moaned some more and he pumped in and it vibrated against his balls.
It wasn’t going to be much longer. He slid his cock out of the back of her throat and into the warmth of her tongue.
“Lick it and suck. I’m almost there, and I want to feel your pretty mouth get me off.”
She started to bob her head, her tongue working at a rapid pace.
“Grab my balls.”
She cupped and lightly squeezed them, sending him over the edge. His seed shot in her welcoming mouth and he enjoyed the feel of her mouth swallowing it all. Once every last drop had been swallowed, he took a step back. Earlier he had set a chair near her pillow, so he took a seat on it.
Once again, her mouth had been amazing. Megan pleasuring him orally was something he didn’t think he would ever tire of. And watching her made it so much better. She always closed her eyes as her pink lips worked their magic.
He took a deep breath and hoped he was composed enough to talk. “I think you and I have some things to discuss. And I have been thinking about the best way to help you express yourself. I feel like you’re holding back and almost afraid to tell me how you’re really feeling. So I’d like you to answer all my questions with ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Saying ‘Sir’ at the end is not necessary to each answer. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. He really did love when she called him Sir.
“Let’s first talk about last night. Do you understand why I got upset about you turning off the fan?”
“No.”
He chuckled a little. She’d had all this time to think and he couldn’t believe she said no. But at least she was honest. “This is my playroom. Which means it’s up to me if the fan is on. You are welcome to make requests, and I will consider them, but the decision is mine alone. If I had come down here and seen you were cold, I would have asked if you would like the fan turned off. I never would have let you just sit there and freeze. I understand I was running late, but I would have taken care of it when I came in.” He took in another deep breath. “Do you regret leaving last night and not staying to talk about why you used the safe word?”
“Yes.”
“I wish you had stayed. I came to look for you, and I wasn’t happy when I saw you had left. Did you use the safe word because you were scared?”
“Yes.”
“Of me?”
“No.”
That was a plus. “Did being punished scare you?”
She hesitated but then answered. “Yes.”
“Punishment is part of the Dom and sub relationship. Sometimes I have to punish you. But it’s only to help you. Do you understand that?”
She sat still and didn’t say anything. He could see she was having a hard time trying to figure out how to answer.
“I need you to answer me.”
“No.”
“Did you expect that you would never get in trouble?” She couldn’t possibly think that.
“Yes.”
“Last night we would have just ended the scene and you would have had the choice to stay the night in your room or go home. But then you were disrespectful when you rolled your eyes at me. That’s something I cannot tolerate. You know after each session I allow you to come upstairs and have free talk with me. Outside of this playroom I am very slack. But perhaps that isn’t what you need. Maybe we need to renegotiate the contract and not allow anywhere in my house but the kitchen to be an area to talk openly. I’m starting to think you don’t fully understand this lifestyle.”
His anger was starting to rise again, and he took in deeper and longer breaths to relax himself. Did she even want this lifestyle at this point? He would be heartbroken if she said no. Giving up the role of a Dom in the bedroom just wasn’t something he thought he could do. He was fine with every other aspect of his life, but when it came to sex he had to be in control.
“I have another question, and I need you to be honest. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you think the BDSM lifestyle is for you?”
Megan sat still. He hoped the silence meant this was something she had to sort out. He was doing his best to be patient, but as the silence sat between them, worry grew in him of what her answer might be. Maybe it wasn’t a clear yes or no answer. Perhaps he could tell her she could speak freely. Just as he was about to tell her to answer in as many words as she needed, she spoke. “No.”
Greg froze. No. The woman he was sure he was in love with and wanted to be with forever had just confirmed his biggest fear. He couldn’t give up the role of Dom no matter how much he loved her.
He stood up and started to pace the room. What was he to do? Continue to talk? He wasn’t sure he could form sentences at the moment. He looked over at her. She sat there with her hands in her lap, on her knees, and stared down at the ground. She looked like a piece of art. If he had a camera he would take a picture and have it framed. He had never seen anything more beautiful than Megan submitting to him. He didn’t want any other woman kneeling on that pillow. But what else was he to do if Megan didn’t want to be there?
“You may get dressed. I’ll be emailing you a contract reversal. If you decide that ending our agreement is what you really want, sign it and return it to me before Tuesday. If I don’t have it in my hands before then, then I expect that you will be here.”
He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead he fled the room, feeling the tears stinging behind his eyes. He went straight to his bedroom, shut the door, and didn’t come back out that evening.
After Megan left Greg’s she had taken the next day to herself to figure out where things had gone wrong. She should have stopped him when he went to leave the room, but he had reminded her several times he was the Dom and she was the sub. She was to be obedient in his playroom. And if she had called after him, she would not have been.
His feelings had been hurt when he thought she didn’t want the lifestyle. But when she was left with just a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer it was difficult to express how she felt. She couldn’t tell him how she had mixed feelings and that she wanted more than just the lifestyle. Now she had to figure out how to tell him that.
One thing she thought she knew was that Greg was shutting down in fear that she didn’t feel the same way he did. Megan couldn’t say for sure that he loved her, but as she thought back to all the things they had done, she was almost sure he had deeper feelings for her. He had made her meals to show her he cared about her well-being. He had read her books and even chose a scene from one of them to do with her. She couldn’t be certain, but she didn’t think Doms usually did those types of things.
Greg had said he wanted her to spend more time at his home. It wasn’t as though they would be in the playroom more, but they would share more meals together and movies. And the thought of having those moments with him warmed her heart. That’s what she wanted. She wanted to have a relationship with Greg outside the playroom. She enjoyed the scenes, but she also enjoyed the times where they just made love.
Her computer dinged, letting her know she had a new email. The sender was Greg. Taking a deep breath, she clicked the message.
Megan,
Attached you will find a document to end our agreement. I have already signed it. Once you sign it, the contract will be terminated. I want you to know I enjoyed all our time together, and if I wasn’t the Dom that you needed, I apologize.
If you decide to end our arrangement, please send a copy back. If you choose to keep our agreement then I look forward to seeing you on Tuesday.
Best wishes,
Greg
Megan stared at the message then opened the document and read all the way to t
he bottom. When she saw his signature already signed, it stung. She wanted to know what was going through his head as he signed it and then sent it. Did it hurt him as much as it was hurting her right now to see that this could all be over just by her signing her name and returning it? That she would never have to see or talk to him again.
With her mouse, Megan hit the print button on the screen and watched as the printer spit the document out. She held her pen in her hand and placed it to the paper. Now was the time to decide. To sign or not to sign?
Chapter 13
The email had been sent. Normally Greg didn’t sign it until the sub did, but he wanted Megan to know that she was the one in control of this situation. And he was scared to death. He couldn’t remove his eyes from the computer screen. He felt like a hawk preying on its dinner. Any minute he expected a response from her. And he dreaded the possibility that he might find a form attached.
His email dinged and he jumped. He let out a sigh of relief at seeing it was a message about his upcoming show. Damn, he needed to get out of there and quit staring at the stupid computer. He had given her control and that was difficult for him. Now he felt helpless as he wondered what was going to happen. Would she really just give up what they had?
Laying his head on the desk, he took in deep breaths to try to relax himself and slowly counted to ten. When he heard a soft knock at the front door, he lifted his head. Who the hell was there? Today he didn’t have time for door-to-door salesmen who wanted him to buy encyclopedias or what not. He was just going to ignore whoever it was.
This time he heard a louder knock. Fuck, they just weren’t going to leave. Well too bad, because he wasn’t going to answer. He glanced out the window and noticed it was raining. Served whoever it was right, he hoped they got soaked.
