That made her stop and think for a second, but she nodded, remembered his diktat and spoke. “Yes, Sir.”
“Shall I gag you, once you’ve tasted yourself?”
Oh God. “No thank you, sir,” she said quickly. “Not that. Well,” she temporized as she remembered their vows to each other to be open and honest. “Not yet, please. I’d like to be able to tell you how I feel and all that.”
“Fair enough, no gag.” He put it back into the box. “Not unless you become mouthy and sassy.”
She vowed to tattoo no sass on her brain.
Then she forgot to think.
How on earth could watching someone tie your hands to the hook in the bedrail be so erotic? Each time Coll checked his work, or stroked her cheek, as he explained what he was doing and made sure she was still happy, Finn realized she fell a little bit more in love with him, and a lot more aroused. By the time Coll fastened her second ankle, Finn was so close to coming it hurt.
Goodness knows what I’ll be like when he touches me.
She soon found out.
“You look beautiful there, kitten. Your juices are glistening, your eyes are bright and you’re ready for anything I want to show you, aren’t you?” He stroked her leg from her ankle to the apex of her thigh, and over her mound, dipped his fingers into her nectar and held them to her mouth. “Taste.”
She let him rub her essence over her tongue. If anyone had suggested that even a day or so earlier, she would have baulked. Now for her Sir, she swallowed. It tasted musky and salty. Not that different from cum, she decided.
“Good, kitten.” Coll put his hand over her pussy again and teased her clit with his pinkie.
Finn moaned and tried to lift herself into his hand. He tapped her none too gently just above her clit.
“Stop it, kitten. No climax yet. Soon very soon, but I want to show you this first.” Coll lifted his scriber up and rested it just above her pussy lips. The metal was cold on her hot skin and the contrast made Finn shiver. Not from cold, but from anticipation.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Thank the Lord.” He sounded so relieved she smiled. He tapped her nose. “Now where shall I make my next mark on you?”
Next? Finn almost voiced her thought aloud, before she realized he meant he’d marked her arse. To remind her of that, her body twinged as she moved restlessly on the bed.
“Here I think.” Coll stroked her mound with the sharp point, very gently. No mark showed and it was such a feather-light touch it hardly impinged on her consciousness. He traced a circle and smiled. “You’re going to be a perfect person to scribe, kitten. Your skin marks so satisfactorily. Look at that, a hint, a caress, a tease, a mark. My mark.” His voice curled around her like a security blanket. “I’m so lucky.”
He is? “I think it’s the other way around, Sir. I’m the lucky one. Please show me. I’m green.” So green I’m… Her mind ran out of comparisons as the scribe hit her skin hard enough for her to feel the sting.
It hurt. Finn gasped and bit her lip as the sharp stings increased and spread over her pussy. No wonder she’d never fancied a tattoo. But still… Somehow she found the strength to gasp green and not cry red. Not yet, just see…
“Breathe, kitten.” Coll’s voice pushed its way through her panic. “Slowly, there now, let me show you, and let yourself fly. You’re doing so well. Taking my touch so beautifully. Letting me mark you and show my patterns on you. Such a clever, pretty kitten. You’ll purr for me, fly for me. Show me I’m worthy of you.”
Gradually his soothing voice calmed her. The sting increased then, suddenly, there was no pain, just pleasure. Nothing mattered as she floated in a cocoon of love and satisfaction. Dimly she heard Coll praising her, felt her arms and legs released and then she was snuggly covered and cuddled by her Sir. She sighed and nestled into Coll.
His lips were warm on her cheek. “My beautiful, lovely kitten. Do you know how perfect that was? You flew, my pet. Let yourself go for me and I’m honored. Now rest for a while.”
Chapter Ten
It wasn’t until pins and needles threatened to stop him moving for hours that Coll decided he’d have to change positions. He wanted to stand on the roof and shout out loud, ‘I am a scribe artist now’. To run to Alex and say, ‘Look, look at how well you taught me’. Coll understood he’d reached out and embraced his destiny. He felt somewhat soppy thinking of it like that, but it was true. He’d looked, learned, listened and practiced and at last felt he could use the title ‘scribing artist’. It was a fantastic emotion to have.
However the last thing he wanted to do was wake Finn up. She looked so peaceful in his arms with her cheeks still slightly flushed. At some point she’d slid her arms out of the subbie blanket and grasped him firmly around the waist. Coll shifted slightly and she muttered something.
He kissed the top of her head, and she sighed.
“S, good.”
“Shh, it was. Rest now, kitten.”
“Hmm.” She wriggled and winced. “Still ouchy. Nice ouchy, though. You do good ouchies. Didn’t think they’d be…” Her voice trailed off.
He grinned to himself and wondered how much of this conversation she’d remember.
“I’m glad. Now I’m going to put you down for a minute, you rest.”
Her grip tightened then relaxed. “’Kay.”
Coll put his precious bundle on to the soft sheets and covered her up. He really needed to go to the loo and get some more water.
Ten minutes later he re-entered the bedroom with a sports bottle of water and one of orange juice. Finn was sitting up in bed.
“Ohh, juice, I hope it’s for me. I could drink a well dry.” She smiled. “I know you gave me water, but I’m still thirsty. Is that normal?”
He laughed. “Define normal.”
“Yeah, okay. Anyway it’s not bad, is it?”
“Of course not.” He handed the juice over. “I brought OJ and water. Are you hungry?”
Finn opened her eyes wide and tilted her head to one side. “You know, I think I am.” She sounded surprised and giggled. “And I won’t ask if that’s normal because it is for me. I’m always hungry.”
It certainly didn’t add to her weight. Coll guessed she did so much manual work the calories had no chance to stick around. Her body was nicely rounded, the curves lush enough to perfectly emphasize her womanhood, but there wasn’t an inch of spare fat to be seen.
“Then I’ll go and see what I can find to feed you. We don’t want you to waste away.”
“Not much chance of that,” Finn said. “I enjoy my food, and it doesn’t bother me a jot if people say I’m greedy or I’ll get fat. I know I work hard so I need fuel. Do you have bacon and eggs? It’s almost getting-up time anyway.”
Coll looked at the clock. She was correct but… “Aren’t you off today?”
Finn blinked and grimaced. “Duh, yeah. Why am I awake?” Her tummy rumbled and she sniggered. “That’s why. So you want me to make the coffee?”
She winked and Coll shuddered. He wanted coffee not sludge. “It’s okay, kitten. I’ll do it. You come and watch me cook and give me positive encouragement.”
Finn nodded and threw back the bed covers. As she got out of bed, Coll’s body tightened. His love, his sub and with his marks.
Finn saw where he looked and glanced down at her pussy.
“Oh my.” She twisted around and looked at her arse in the mirror. His handprints were just visible. “Oh, double my.”
“Is that good or bad?” Coll asked her with a frown he knew he couldn’t stop. How he hoped it was positive. If not? He stifled a groan. To leave his mark was such a deep, important part of him she had to like it, just had to.
And if she doesn’t? What am I going to do, throw a hissy fit? Grow a pair, Cummins.
“Oh, Sir, how could it not be very good? It’s perfect, I feel”—she hesitated—“fulfilled.”
“Ah, kitten.” He was lost for words.
> To his amazement, Finn walked across the room to kneel in front of him. Coll wondered what she intended to do.
Finn put her hands on her knees and bowed her head. “Thank you, Sir. Does that make me truly yours?”
“My marks, my sub?”
Her chest heaved and a ripple of something ran through her body. Coll prayed it was hope.
“Please, Sir.”
“Of course it is, kitten.”
She looked up and smiled, then knelt back and high-fived. “Yee haa and thank you.”
Coll laughed. “Welcome.” Dare he tease her? Push her that little bit more? “So how do you feel about crawling, kitten? I so want to see those beautiful breasts sway in time to your arse cheeks as you move, all for me.” He hadn’t meant to say that at all. He’d pushed his kitten hard enough already for a newbie. However she licked her lips and slowly nodded.
“Like sing for my supper, but this is crawl for my breakfast?” She put her hand over her mouth. “Shit that sounds bad and I didn’t mean it like that. One day I’ll think before I open my mouth.”
Thank goodness. He’d heard her words and his heart sank when he thought she meant them in a derogatory way.
“I just want to see you on your hands and knees for me,” Coll said honestly. “Not to demean you or chastise you, but because it’ll be bloody hot.”
Finn smiled. Then she lifted herself onto all fours, wriggled her bum and crawled around him toward the door.
It was more arresting than in his wildest dreams. Each time she moved, her breasts swayed from side to side and her arse tightened.
“Fuck, kitten, that is bloody perfect.”
It was almost enough to make him come on the spot.
Finn moved slowly and marveled at the way she didn’t feel stupid or demeaned. She felt, she realized, loved, cossetted and needed.
My Sir.
She made her way out of the room and into the corridor, thankful the carpeting was soft and thick. Probably, she thought, as this has been home to more than one Dom and sub.
As she moved steadily along, something caught her eye. She looked to one side and bit back a giggle. Depp had somehow got out of his basket in the kitchen and was now prancing along at her side, putting each paw down exactly at the same time as she moved her hands or feet. She stopped crawling and giggled.
“I have company, I see.”
Coll laughed. “He’s not got the same wiggle and jiggle, though. I prefer looking at you to him. I think we need to rename him Houdini. I left him asleep in his basket, behind, I thought, a closed door.”
Depp miaowed again and batted at one of Finn’s boobs.
“Thank God he had his claws sheathed.” Finn moved again, only to feel a thump on her back, as a tiny furry body landed on it. She tried to crawl. The cat dug his claws in.
“Ouch.” Finn collapsed onto the carpet and laughed. “How to get you out of the zone in one easy lesson.” Depp rolled off her and began to wash his paw, very delicately.
Coll snorted. “Depp, the demon subbie mood slayer, eh? Come on, you monster. Let my kitten get up and then she can cuddle you.”
Finn watched as Coll grasped the cat, who miaowed his approval.
Turncoat.
“I’ll get you a robe, hold on.” Coll plus Depp walked back toward the bedroom. “You can stand up now if you want. We don’t want to traumatize Depp too much, eh?” He chuckled as he moved away.
Finn admired Coll’s rear, rolled onto her side and stood up, wincing slightly. After a full day’s work and a night of vigorous activities, she had aches in places she never knew existed. Some wanted and relished, some not so much.
Coll reappeared and held out his hand. Finn let him pull her to her feet and put her arms into the robe he held before he passed her Depp. The kitten purred loudly and tried to lick Finn’s face.
“Yuk, Depp. I know where your tongue has been and I don’t mean trying to lick Coll either. Give over now or I’ll put you down.” The kitten ignored her and she held on to him at waist height. “Enough.”
Depp miaowed again.
Coll shook his head. “I can see how well he’s trained. One word from you and he’ll do as he likes.”
“Yup, ah well, you can’t train cats, they’re their own person.” Her tummy growled and the cat jerked. She grinned. “Unless I—or in this case my stomach—growl at him.”
“Come on, let me feed you. Then we’ll find out if there were any goings-on last night. I reckon Jeff or David will be around soon.”
“Don’t you mind everyone using here as a base?” Finn asked as she sat on a high stool next to the breakfast bar and drank a perfectly made cup of coffee. “Do they prefer it rather than the club, which incidentally I still haven’t seen inside.”
Coll shook his head. “Either or, we’re not fussed. I reckon Jeff said here in case you weren’t comfortable about going into the club. He doesn’t know you as I do.” He winked. “Thank goodness, Kath would have our guts for garters if he did.”
“And so she should,” Finn said. “I’d be like that if you—” She stopped speaking abruptly and heat flooded her. She’d bet her cheeks were red.
“If I?” Coll prompted.
“If you were mine and knew lots about another sub. No scrub that, about any woman. If we were committed…well…you get my gist, I bet.”
“Oh yes, and ditto, Finn, my kitten. I know it’s early days, but I am committed.”
How would she respond? It was perhaps presumptuous and too early to say such things, but Coll knew how he felt and decided to be open and honest about it.
She smiled widely. “If I wasn’t inhaling coffee and bacon, I’d dance around the room and then kiss you.” Finn sipped some more coffee. “But consider it done.”
Her throat rippled as she swallowed and Coll held in a groan. He had it bad when even that action made his cock jerk and harden.
Down boy.
“You know? I’ve never been one to act on impulse,” Finn said. “But I’ve decided in this case, I am.” She put her cup down and slid off the chair. “Don’t let the bacon fat spit on you, Sir.” She put her arms around his waist so he faced her, lifted his T-shirt and kissed each nipple in turn before she nuzzled his cock over his jeans. “I’m yours, Sir.” She stood up and Coll pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
“And I’m yours, kitten.” Coll stroked her head. “Once we’re by ourselves again, we’ll go for a wander around the club if you like? Just so you can see what’s there…and”—he paused—“decide what takes your fancy.”
“I like the sound of that, but what if nothing does?” Finn sounded worried.
“Then that’s fine, we know what we like so far, and it doesn’t need the club to enhance it. Plus, when my cottage is finished, we can sort out our own playroom out. Yes?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Thank goodness. Coll knew there were a lot of decisions to make before they got to that point, but at least his kitten liked the idea. He made a mental note to see when was the best time for them to visit the cottage together.
“We’ll find a time that suits so I can show you round, but I must say, I never ever thought we’d make our vows over bacon fat and fried eggs. Argh, talking of which.” He swung around to the range and lifted the frying pan away from the heat. “Saved by the smell.”
The intercom buzzed and Coll snorted. “Can you release the lock, please, kitten. I’ll shove some more bacon on. If that’s Jeff and David, we’ll need it.” He assembled a bacon and egg sandwich and put it on the breakfast bar. “Then this is ready for you.”
Finn slid off the stool and went to the phone, pressed the button to release the lock and went back to clamber onto her seat. At five foot six, she could do with an extra three or four inches to get onto it elegantly. She sat with one foot swinging, and bit into the sandwich. Egg yolk spurted out and her taste buds responded in delight.
“S’dilicus,” she mumbled, her mouth full of smoked bacon and perfectly c
ooked eggs. She swallowed the food. “Thank you, Sir.”
Coll chuckled. “You’re welcome.” The door opened. “Be ready for the inquisition.”
Eh? Finn swiveled around and noticed the narrow-eyed stare she received from Jeff. As he was, she supposed, the man who ultimately decided if she had a job or not, he might want to know she was happy, but other than that he could butt out, Dom or not.
She returned the stare and Jeff held it for a long second. Then he smiled slowly.
“Is this where congratulations are in order?”
“What?” It was a lighter, female voice. “Who, what, why, how?”
Jeff broke his gaze and turned to face his wife. “It looks like we have a new subbie in our midst.”
“And you know that how?” Kath asked him as she advanced into the room and hugged Finn. “Your joy is showing, mind,” she whispered into Finn’s ear. “And I’ve never seen the satisfied Dom look on Coll’s face at this time of the day. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it quite so definite.”
Finn couldn’t help the swell of satisfaction that filled her at Kath’s words. She wondered just how often Kath had seen him so early in the morning. Her query must have shown in her expression because Kath grinned. “We do a weekly early-morning meet up to see what’s what. It has to be early so those who need to can go to work and those of us with children can do playgroup or nursery runs or whatever.”
“And those of us whose children aren’t as old, just bring them with us,” Jess said as she shut the door behind her and David. “Ailsa rang, she’s on duty and Aidan is at the dentist, poor thing. He’s broken a tooth.”
“Us tough subbies are hard to bite on,” Kath said, straight-faced, then burst out laughing. “You should see your face, Finn, the look in it is priceless. Don’t you agree? We need to be tough to survive in a world of macho Dom-dom.”
Finn smiled. “Yeah. And on that note, I think I’d better get dressed.” She got off the stool and wrapped the robe tightly around her. The belt had worked loose and she was certain she’d shown a bit more leg than she intended.
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