by Eden Bradley
He held out a collar he’d picked up at a leather fetish show over a year ago. The design had called to him, and though he’d had no one to collar at the time, he’d purchased it anyway. It was made of four parallel pieces of stainless steel cables and pewter beads attached to a double buckle in the back and a D ring in the front. As he looked down at her, he realized he’d bought it with her in mind, knowing it would look incredible wrapped around her slender throat.
“Yes, I’ll wear it, Sir.”
“Chin up.”
Callie raised her head, and he fastened the collar around her neck. “You are allowed to take it off when you’re not with me, but you will carry it with you to remind you of your submission to me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“When you kneel before the start of a play session, you will present your collar to me. In that instance, you’ll be just as you are right now, with the exception that rather than having your hands on your thighs, they will be straight out in front of you, right hand over left, holding the collar out to me. I will fasten it around your neck when I’m ready.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“About that… You may call me Sir or Master in private, Jack in public unless we’re with those in the lifestyle.” It was the same thing they’d done before, but it didn’t hurt to reinforce the idea that their private life was just that – private.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent.” He walked out of the room and then came back with a slim leash. Attaching it to the D ring, he walked her on her hands and knees behind him to his playroom. Once there he guided her onto the padded table in the center of the room before disconnecting the leash and setting it aside. Normally he wouldn’t have bothered with the leash for such a short distance, but he needed to emphasize his dominance over Callie, to reestablish their boundaries.
She lay on her back, and he climbed onto the table and straddled her. Unzipping his too-tight jeans, he withdrew his throbbing cock. “Open for me. I want you to get me nice and wet.” She ran her tongue over his erection, and he shuddered. Every way she touched him was magic, and he couldn’t wait to spend more time with her. It had been far too long since he’d engaged with anyone.
Jack pulled out of her mouth and then powered all the way into her throat. He could see her struggling to accept him, but he stayed where he was, his balls resting on her chin for several seconds before pulling out to allow her to breathe again. “You know how I like it, beauty. Suck the whole thing.” He pushed in again and hissed as her lips tightened around him.
His heart was like a jackhammer in his chest. He wanted her badly. But more than that, he needed her. He needed her to submit to him, to trust him with everything she was. Would she do that, though?
Forcing those morose thoughts from his head, he withdrew from her mouth and leaned back. “Roll over. Ass in the air.” When she did, he gave her a hard spank on one rounded cheek, leaving a satisfying red handprint. “I intend to test your pain threshold soon, but right now I plan to make you mine in every way.”
Jack landed another series of smacks to her ass. “Good girl.” He spanked her for a few minutes to get that ass he loved to fuck nice and red. Grabbing the nearby tube of lube, Jack slicked up his fingers and entered her pussy. She twitched briefly at the invasion before settling back down and relaxing her muscles around his fingers.
Smiling in anticipation, he withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock into her pussy, letting out an agonized groan. Callie gasped as her muscles contracted around him. “Fuck,” he managed to bite out. “How long has it been for you? So fucking tight.” He gasped for breath as he waited for her answer.
In truth Jack really didn’t want to know if she’d been with anybody since she’d left him. He was sure she hadn’t been celibate—she was too sensual a woman for that, and he hadn’t been celibate, either. His encounters had consisted of finding a willing body for release; none of them had held a candle to Callie. A roar of possessiveness rose in his chest. He looked down at his cock disappearing into her as he thrust again. If he had anything to say about it, he’d be the last man to ever fuck her. He’d included sharing on the contract, but Jack had no intention of letting another man into Callie’s pussy. Maybe her mouth or her ass, if it was the right situation, but not her pussy. It was his and his alone.
His mind was so distracted he almost missed her answer. “What did you say?”
“Almost ten months, Sir.”
He forced himself to stay still inside her, despite every cell in his body screaming at him to claim her fully. “Are you in pain?”
“No, Sir, it just feels full.”
“You’re so hot and tight. Love it. Wanna fuck you so hard.” Grabbing her by the hips, he began to thrust in and out with harder strokes, biting his lip to keep himself grounded. She felt so good, so right. Callie mewled and thrust back toward him. “Don’t move, or I’ll restrain you.”
She swore under her breath. “You know better than that.” Callie had never been allowed to swear in front of him—he had insisted she behave like a lady, even when he was topping her. Stopping for the moment, he stayed buried inside her while he rained more spanks down, turning her ass a deeper shade of red. Then he started thrusting again.
He couldn’t imagine anyone but Callie staying with him during that horrible year when he’d lost both of his parents—his mom to cancer and his dad to grief. After his dad’s death, he’d realized how much he loved Callie, but then he’d scared her away with his attempts to show her how he felt instead of simply telling her. At the time, Jack hadn’t known how to dial down the intensity. He’d had no right to a beautiful, smart, loving woman like Callie, and had thought he needed to prove how much he wanted her. Three years of living without her had changed him and he hoped she would see that.
After a few minutes, the telltale tingling in the base of his spine began signaling an imminent release. He’d masturbated twice that morning in preparation for their session, but he still felt his orgasm approaching quicker than he’d like. Pulling out, he poured lube onto his fingers and pressed one to her anus. It slid in easily, and he pumped it in and out several times before adding a second finger. He slid the fingers of his other hand through her soaked pussy.
“You’re very wet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Scissoring his fingers to stretch her ass, he added, “Does the thought of submitting to me make you hot?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Grinning, he asked her, “Can you say anything else besides, ‘Yes, Sir’?”
She turned her head slightly and then seemed to think better of it. “What would you like me to say, Sir?” Clearly she wasn’t used to him teasing her within a scene—before, he’d been all business.
He kept his fingers busy in her ass as he considered her question. Leaning down, he braced himself on the table and whispered directly into her ear, nipping her delicate lobe every couple of words. “How about…I missed your cock terribly, Master. I loved sucking it last night. I want it in my ass.” Her back shook with suppressed laughter, and he spanked her again so she wouldn’t think she could laugh at him despite his teasing. “Be nice.”
“I missed your cock terribly, Master. I loved sucking it last night. I want it in my ass.”
“Good girl,” he crooned, pulling his fingers out. Before she could close up again, he pushed the head of his cock into her entrance. Rubbing her back, he continued to slide inside her with as much gentleness as he could, despite the blood raging through his veins. She accepted him after a few moments and he glided home. “That’s my girl…ready for her Sir.”
“Always,” she whispered, and he shuddered again. She would be his undoing if he wasn’t careful.
Jack straightened, moving his hand to her clit, stroking as he slipped his cock most of the way out of her. With as much control as he could muster, he kept himself at a slow pace, even though all he wanted was to take her in this most primitive fashion. He continued to work her cl
it with his fingers and soon felt her ass tighten around his cock. Speeding up, he growled, “Come for me, beauty.”
Callie convulsed around him and he went over the edge, pushing inside as far as he could as he felt the familiar surge of pleasure work its way up through his dick. She moaned as Jack continued to empty himself into her, and he let out a savage grunt as a final spurt left his cock. He slumped over, and they both collapsed onto the table, his now spent cock still wedged inside her. He bit the junction of her neck and shoulder and pumped into her a few more times, trying to prolong the sensations.
With no small bit of regret, he pulled out and helped her off the table. Leading her to the shower, he took off her collar and started the water. Getting in after her, he let her wash him just like she used to, marveling at how easily they’d slipped back into their former roles. When she looked up at him from her position on her knees with a question in her eyes, he smiled. “Not right now.” Jack barely resisted the urge to call Callie “baby”.
She rose and began to wash herself. He left the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off and then taking another from the linen closet as she stepped out. Wrapping it around her, he dried her and then took her hand, leading her back into the living room. She knelt by his favorite chair, and he smiled to himself as he circled her again, making more small corrections.
“I expect you to be able to follow my directions, beauty. If I have to keep fixing your posture, I’ll take corrective action.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try harder.”
“You know I have high expectations.” He placed her collar around her neck once more. “I’ll get you a glass of water.” She nodded and he went to the kitchen for drinks. When he came back, he sat in the chair, and she leaned over, putting her head on his thigh. “Drink.”
Callie righted herself and took a long drink. He watched her collar move as she swallowed, and thought again how lucky he was to have reconnected with her. She slanted a look at him as if unsure if she should speak. “Something you want to ask me, beauty?”
His prodding seemed to help. She nodded and took a deep breath. Looking at the floor, she asked, “Did you fill out one of those contracts for yourself?”
“No, just printed the one for you.”
Now she looked up. “Don’t you think it’s important I know what you’re interested in?”
Jack smiled and caressed her cheek. “I’m interested in making you happy and giving you what you need. Getting pretty demanding for a sub, aren’t you?”
Callie grinned. “So spank me.”
He grunted. “I think I’m going to have to. So cheeky…”
“Please do a contract for me, Master. I want to know what pleases you.”
When she puts it like that…
~ * ~
THREE
Callie’s next day was spent shopping with Lora, who dragged her from store to store in the overcrowded mall like a starving squirrel searching for a nut in the dead of winter. All Callie could do was attempt to keep up and not get trampled by frenzied, panicked shoppers. She’d purchased what few presents she needed for the holidays while home in Baltimore, but Lora had been so excited to shop together that Callie had been unable to refuse her friend, who’d stuck with her through so much. As she idly perused the racks at a large department store while Lora looked for a blouse for her mom, Callie’s mind wandered back to the night before, and her pussy warmed as she remembered everything she and Jack had done.
Before he’d allowed her to leave last night, he’d pulled her over his lap and spanked her for taunting him earlier about it, but then used his fingers to get her off again. She’d gone back to Lora’s and fallen into bed, sleeping like a rock for the first time in months. Her ass was still a little tender from his hand on her sensitive skin and his thick cock inside her seldom-used channel, but she reveled in the feeling. She was finally home.
“Earth to Callie!”
Callie’s eyes drifted up. “What?”
“Where did you go? I’ve been asking your opinion for the past thirty seconds!”
She winced. “Sorry.”
Lora grinned. “I bet I know where your mind was. The sex was that good, huh? Or was it the other stuff?” Lora knew about Callie’s sexual proclivities, but hearing her so casually toss a comment out in the middle of a department store in the throes of holiday revelry made Callie’s face flame. Lora just laughed. “You can’t fool me, hon. Remember—I know about you two. I know who he is.”
“Shh!” Callie hissed, glancing around.
Lora smirked. “No one’s paying attention. They’re all too focused on their own stuff to notice us. So fess up.”
“I am not talking about my private life here!”
“Fine. You can take me out to dinner, and we’ll talk about it there.”
Callie sighed, knowing Lora wouldn’t let the matter go until she’d pulled out at least a few details. “Hurry up, then. I’m hungry.”
“I only have three more presents to get, and then we can eat.”
“Great.” Callie followed Lora into the household goods area. Her phone chimed. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw Sir had sent her a text message:
Will you be home tonight?
Callie texted back that she’d be home after having dinner with Lora, and he promptly replied:
When you get home, go into your bedroom and text me.
She sent back her assent as her sex flooded with heat. What did he want? Her anticipation built as the evening wore on, and she remembered one of the many, many reasons she loved being a submissive: wondering what her Dom would do next.
Dinner done, Callie excused herself as soon as they got back to Lora’s house. After climbing onto the bed in Lora’s guest room, she sent a message telling him she was home. A moment later, he sent a response:
Undress.
A chill ran through her. What would he make her do? She complied and texted back that the task was complete.
Get your Hitachi, and lie on your back on the bed.
Sir knew her well. She never traveled without a portable Hitachi “massager.” Callie rifled through her luggage, found it, and lay back once more, waiting for his next instruction. She didn’t have to wait long.
Spread your gorgeous legs for me.
Start the vibrator on low, and use it on your pussy lips ONLY.
DO NOT touch your clit.
Callie groaned. Apparently his plan was to torture her. Nonetheless she followed his instructions and ran the tip of the wand over her labia. After a few moments, her phone buzzed again.
Part your pussy lips and put the vibrator on your clit, and only your clit.
You have three minutes to come.
Callie swallowed, her throat thick. Three minutes or what? He knew damn well she didn’t always come quickly with a vibrator. She started as she realized she was wasting time. She placed the vibrator directly on her clit, moving it back and forth slightly to simulate a tongue or finger. Closing her eyes, she imagined him there with her, the dark, bronzed expanse of his chest as he situated himself between her spread thighs. A moan escaped. Then her phone buzzed, and she groaned. Picking it up, she read:
Did you come?
She texted back:
No.
In reply he said:
Stop. You will not come tonight, and you are forbidden to masturbate until you’ve seen me again and I’ve disciplined you. Tomorrow night?
With shaking hands, she sent him her reply. She’d been so close, and now she was going to have to wait to assuage the ache. Callie got ready for bed, and tried to fall asleep, but found it was a long time coming. How would Sir punish her? Despite her trepidation, she was excited to see him. It was scary how quickly he had insinuated himself back into her life, but she knew this was what she wanted—what she needed.
~ * ~
Jack put his phone down and went into the kitchen. After grabbing a beer from the fridge, he looked down at his raging erection. He hated taking ca
re of himself unless it was in preparation for a scene, but he wasn’t sure he’d get through the night without jerking off. Plopping down on the sofa, he cracked the beer open and tossed the bottle cap on the table in front of him. Determined to distract himself, he turned on the television and trolled through the channels. Several minutes later, he still hadn’t found anything worth watching. Sighing, he picked up the phone to call his friend Ron.
“Hey, man.”
“As I live and breathe, if it isn’t the prodigal son,” Ron answered.
Jack shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, yeah.”
“How’ve you been?”
“Good. Listen, I’ve got a problem I can’t talk to just anybody about.”
“Ah. So that’s why you called me.”
“Come on, dude. I need help.”
“Fine, fine. What’s going on?”
“Callie showed up at a party I was at the other night.”
“Callie, like—the chick who bolted three years ago, Callie?”
“Yep, that’s her.”
“Did you talk to her?”
Jack snorted. “I chased her across the house like a raving lunatic.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing about why she ran. We just slipped right back into the familiar Dom/sub roles.”
“Without talking? Oh man, bad idea.”
Jack ran his hand through his hair. “I know.”
“So is that what this call is about—you’re afraid of what she’ll say?”
“Yes, no—I dunno. I’m already in so far with her again, and we’ve only done one scene and a little texting thing tonight.” He gripped the phone tighter. “I’m gonna scare her off again.”
