by Opal Carew
Even though the two of them were not meant to be, however, by giving her this collar, he was claiming her on some level. He would always know she had submitted to him and accepted his collar.
He turned his chair as she rounded the desk and approached him. She sank to her knees in front of him.
“Lift your hair,” he instructed.
She gathered her long, auburn hair in her hands and lifted it out of the way. He wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened it. She released her hair and it spilled around her shoulders in soft waves. The black collar looked good against her pale flesh, surrounded by her burnished copper hair, the silver spikes glinting in the light.
“Now suck my cock, slave.”
A shiver danced down Kate’s spine. He’d never called her slave before. It made her feel so…controlled.
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
He still wore his robe, so she reached for the front of the garment below the sash and parted the fabric. His already rising cock popped forward. She gazed in his eyes, as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and brought the tip to her mouth.
“And don’t make me come.”
She nodded as she licked him, watching his eyelids flicker as heat suffused his midnight blue eyes. She swirled her tongue over the hot flesh, dabbing at the tiny hole, tasting the salty drop of liquid oozing there. She spiraled downward, then wrapped her lips around him and swallowed the mushroom-shaped head into her mouth. He tucked his hand behind her head as she slid down his shaft, opening her throat to take him deep.
She glided up and down, his big cock filling her mouth and throat.
“Now, lick my balls.”
She drew his shaft from her mouth and tucked her hand under his shaven balls, then lifted them. She licked, then nibbled them with her lips. She drew one in her mouth and bounced it on her tongue, then sucked lightly. Her other hand still grasped his erection, stroking up and down. She licked and cajoled his soft sack in her mouth, until he moaned.
His fingers forked through her hair. “Now, suck my cock again.”
She released his balls and pressed his cock to her lips again, then took him inside. He was getting close so she had to be careful. He’d told her not to allow him to come.
She glided down, his rock-hard flesh filling her mouth as she took him deep. She moved slowly up and swirled her tongue around the underside of his corona.
“Yes, I like that.” His hand, still wrapped around her head, drew her forward until his cock filled her throat.
She glided back and he pulled her forward again. He was getting close and she tried to draw away, but he guided her head forward and back, faster and faster. He was controlling her. Forcing her to his will. Excitement skittered through her.
He arched forward, groaning. Liquid heat filled her mouth and she swallowed as best she could, but some spilled from her lips.
He released her and she eased back, allowing his cock to fall from her lips.
His stern gaze locked onto her. “You disobeyed me. You were not to make me come.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Stand up.”
She stood and he turned his chair, guiding her in front of him, facing the desk.
“Lean over.”
She leaned over the desk, her breasts resting against the hard, cool mahogany.
His fingers stroked over her ass, then he smacked. Hard. The tingling danced along her skin, then he smacked again. Then a third time. The stinging increasing with each slap. Heat rushed through her. She gasped as he smacked again.
Then his fingers stroked over her heated flesh. Lightly.
“You have a beautiful ass. Especially when it’s glowing red like this.”
He stroked round and round, then he parted her cheeks and leaned forward. She moaned at the feel of his tongue gliding along her slick folds, then pressing into her and wiggling inside, sending tremors through her.
His finger found her clit and he teased. Pleasure swamped her senses and she sucked in air. He teased her until she felt the pleasure swell, closing in on an orgasm. Her breathing accelerated as he stroked and licked her. The pleasure swelled and she could feel it…so close.
Then he stopped.
He stood up behind her and hooked his finger through a loop on the collar, then pulled her to a standing position. A moment later, she was following him out the door. The collar tugged on her neck as he led her down the hall. He opened the door to the basement.
“You know where I want you to go.”
“To the dungeon, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
He released the ring on her collar and followed her down the stairs, then opened the door to the dungeon and gestured for her to precede him in. Once inside, he hooked his finger through the collar ring again and led her across the room, passing the punishment bench where he’d made love to her earlier. He stopped at a wide table, with padding on top.
“Climb on top and assume the position.”
She climbed onto the table and knelt, then leaned over just as she had on his bed when he’d returned from the office. This was the position he’d first shown her in her apartment when she’d asked about the training—when she’d insisted he show her one of the more daring positions—and now it seemed to be his favorite. As she pushed her ass in the air, knowing he was staring at her damp folds from behind, she realized she felt the same way. She felt vulnerable and open to him. He could do anything to her. And that excited her.
“I want you to spread yourself open and show me your most intimate parts. Then I want you to touch yourself.”
She reached behind herself, grasped her ass cheeks, then separated them. He’d be able to see her glistening opening easily. Then she raised her belly and slid one hand underneath and up to stroke her slippery slit.
“I like that,” he murmured. “Now, find your clit and stroke it.”
She glided through her folds and found the hot little button, then flicked over it. Pleasure swelled through her, but she slowed down, knowing he wouldn’t let her come yet.
“Yes, that’s lovely. Are you turned on?”
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
“Could you come right now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now stop.”
He walked to a wooden cupboard along the wall and pulled open a door, revealing several floggers. He selected one that was pink and seemed to be suede. He opened a drawer and picked up something small, too—she couldn’t see what it was—and slipped it into the pocket of his robe. She stiffened a bit as he returned to her carrying the flogger, its half-inch strips of suede attached to a matching suede-wrapped handle. He held it in front of her, so she could see it up close, then he dragged it over her back. The suede was soft against her skin. The gentle way he stroked her back with it, and maybe the fact it was pink, relaxed her.
“I’m going to punish you in a few minutes, but first I’m going to get you ready.”
His hand slipped into his robe pocket as he walked around behind her. He stroked her ass, then glided his fingers along her slit. She felt something cold and hard press against her, then he slipped something inside her wet opening. She squeezed around it, gripping it inside her.
“Now, you need to help me get ready.”
She glanced up and realized he was in front of her again. He slipped off his robe and pressed his cockhead to her mouth. She took him inside and sucked. Suddenly, the thing inside her began to vibrate. Her gaze darted to his and he showed her a small remote control in his hand. The vibration stopped and she sucked on him again. His cock grew harder and the device started to vibrate again. Then it stopped. He pulled his cock from her mouth and grabbed his robe from the ground. He held a small bottle of lube, which he spread over his cock, then walked behind her.
His pressed his slick cockhead between her cheeks and teased her by gliding along her ass. Then he positioned himself against her back opening and pressed forward. She relaxed, then pushed her muscles until his cockh
ead slipped inside her. He kept pushing forward, easing his cock deeper. The little device in her vagina began vibrating again and she moaned. His cock was so big inside her ass, and the tremors in her front passage delighted her.
“I’m going to punish you now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
With the feel of his big cock filling her, and the little device whirring inside her, she was distracted from her nervousness. He dragged the flogger sideways across her body. His cock slid back along her canal, then forward again. The vibrations slowed as he whisked the flogger from side to side across her skin, lightly, caressing her with a gentle rhythm of delightful sensations.
She couldn’t believe how wonderful the flogger felt. The wide strips gliding across her back felt more like a massage than a whipping. But, of course, she knew she could trust Matt to make punishment a pleasure for her. She was sure this flogger, if used differently, could cause pain. But Matt wouldn’t do that to her.
“Will you obey me next time?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
The suede swirled over her back and the device whirred faster inside her. She clamped tight around it, squeezing it inside her as Matt’s big cock glided faster into her.
“Good. Your apology pleases me.”
She groaned as he plunged deep, then the flogging stopped and he slid his hand around her waist and drew her up, until he pressed her tight against his torso. He stroked her breasts with the soft suede of the flogger as he continued to bang into her. Pleasure rippled through her. From the vibrator humming inside her. The soft suede brushing her nipples. His big cock driving into her.
“Oh, God, yes.” Blissful sensations fluttered through her and she arched against him. Then she gasped as an orgasm exploded inside her.
He continued to ride her, his cock pumping deep into her, driving her pleasure higher. Then he groaned his release and held her tight to his body.
Matt erupted inside her, groaning at the potent pleasure. Damn, it was so intense with Kate. Her body pressed tight to his, her back passage gripping him like a vise. He drew out and knew he had to have her again. He grabbed a moist towelette from the small drawer in the table and wiped off, then he grabbed her hips and flipped her over.
He slipped his fingers into her slit and pulled the still-vibrating device from her wet depths, then he pushed his still hard cock inside her. She sat up and into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed her, his tongue delving deep, dancing with her own. She drove her tongue back into his mouth, her lips moving on his with passion.
He thrust his hips forward and she groaned. He pumped inside her, loving the feel of her velvet sheath around him. She clung to him, her face a vision of rapture. She sucked in a breath, then moaned again. Her eyes fell closed and he pressed his lips to her neck as he continued to drive into her. Giving her pleasure.
She wailed in ecstasy and he kept going. He wasn’t going to come again so soon, so he just enjoyed giving her this pleasure.
Finally, she slumped against him, her head lolling on his shoulder. He picked her up, still embedded inside her, and carried her up the two flights of stairs to his room.
Kate woke up, snuggled against Matt, his arms still around her. She felt so warm and protected in his arms. He had even used a flogger on her last night, and she had loved it. There’d been no residual fear from that other incident. No fear at all, since she knew Matt would never hurt her.
Of course, he must have chosen a pink flogger for a reason. It made her think of soft, cute things, not pain. And he had so lovingly stroked across her back with it.
She could imagine using it on Matt. Brushing it across his broad, naked chest. Then maybe flicking it, just to get his attention—and make him a little nervous—then stroking again.
But when did the sub get to punish the Dom?
She’d have to think about that. Maybe she could pretend to capture him. Chain him up and have her way with him.
She was getting hot just thinking about it. But there were no chains handy. She grinned. Of course, maybe she could bind him with her powers of sexual persuasion.
Matt awoke to Kate’s soft hands on his already swelling cock. He groaned at the sweet warmth of her mouth surrounding him and her throat enveloping him. She took him deep several times, then prowled over him. As she sat on his pelvis—her warm, wet folds pressed against the ridge of his cock—she grasped his wrists and pressed them beside his head and winked.
“I’ve chained you down, Sir.” She said the honorific with sass, her eyes gleaming. “Now you’re under my control.”
He shouldn’t allow her to do this. He was training her to be a sub, in order for her to accept that side of herself.
But he couldn’t resist her playful sexiness…and the heat of her slick body gliding up and down his cock as she pivoted her hips on him.
She reached down and grasped his cock, then slid it inside her.
“Oh, yeah.”
She leaned forward and brushed her breast against his mouth. He opened and licked her tight nipple, then pulled it inside and sucked. She moaned and pressed forward more. He sucked until she tugged her breast free, then pressed the other forward. He licked the newly offered nipple, then pinched it lightly with his teeth. She gasped, then pushed it forward until he sucked deeply.
She sat up, cupping her breasts and stroking the nipples as she moved up and down on him. He watched her fingers toy with the hard nubs, his cock swelling even more inside her hot depths. She squeezed him and he groaned, then she stroked her hands over his chest and pinched his nipples as she increased the rhythm, her body gliding on him faster. Taking him deeper.
He watched her face, glowing in pleasure, her eyes gleaming brightly. The cadence of her breathing told him she was close. And so was he.
If his hands weren’t bound by imaginary chains, he’d reach up and stroke her sweet breasts, but he satisfied himself with watching them bounce gently with her movement.
She tightened around him, then threw her head back and moaned. The sight of her in full orgasm sent him shooting over the edge and he erupted inside her.
“Oh, God, Kate. You are so sexy.”
She smiled and snuggled up against him, his cock still buried in her depths. “And so are you.”
She nuzzled his neck, then lifted her head and kissed him. Their gazes locked and her smile faded as she stared deeply into his eyes.
“I love you, Matt.”
As soon as she’d said it, Kate’s stomach dropped. What had she been thinking?
But for one brief second, she saw the same feelings gleaming in his dark eyes. And then they blanked out. He was so good at hiding his feelings, but she’d seen it. He loved her.
He gazed at her, and stroked his hand through her hair—so much for the imaginary chains—then he drew her to his body again, cupping her head to his chest. She could hear his heart beating. She was warm tucked against him like this, his big cock still inside her. She closed her eyes and let the steady rhythm lull her, until she finally fell asleep.
When she awoke again, he was still inside her, but he was growing hard again. She glanced at the bedside clock and realized she’d only been asleep about twenty minutes, but tendrils of sunshine were streaming in the window.
She arched against him, enjoying the feel of his rapidly hardening cock inside her, but he flattened his hand on her lower back, stilling her movements.
“I think it’s time for more sleep, not sex.”
She smiled. “I’m not tired.”
“That’s because you’ve been sleeping. I couldn’t do that with your soft, sexy body as a blanket.”
She laughed, then leaned in and kissed his neck. “Poor man. I feel so sorry for you.” At that, she spiraled her hips, loving the feel of his big cock swirling inside her.
He tipped onto his side and drew away from her, his big cock pulling out of her.
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But when she gazed at his face, he wore a serious expression.
“That little episode was fun, but we’re here to train you as a sub so we need to stay focused.”
She stroked his cheek. “Matt, I think you’ve done a great job helping me accept my submissive side. I’m loving being your sub.” She nuzzled his neck.
“That’s good. Then”—he hesitated for a moment and she glanced up at him—“maybe we’re done.”
“What do you mean ‘done’?”
He sat up, his body sliding away from her as he did. She sat cross-legged facing him.
“You said it yourself. You love being a sub. It sounds like we can end the training period.”
“I said I love being your sub,” she corrected. “I’m getting the idea that when you say you want to end the training period, that means you want to end our week together, too.”
“That’s right.”
She frowned. “This isn’t about the training. This is about the fact I said I love you.”
Damn it. Matt had hoped to avoid this. He had hoped she’d take the hint and let it drop.
“Kate, I already told you, there is no future for us.”
“I don’t believe you. I saw it in your eyes. I see it now. You love me, too.”
“Kate, don’t…” He turned his gaze away from her.
She grasped his chin with her soft fingers and turned him back to face her.
“Look, Matt. I know that you were hurt by some other woman. The woman you bought the ring for. And I assumed that meant you didn’t love me, even though you are going to such lengths to help me. But last night…when I said the words…I could see the same thing in your eyes.”
She stroked his cheek, and her soft touch—paired with the love in her eyes—sent warmth shimmering through him.
