The Trust She Yields

by Jennifer Leeland

  "Please, David. I can't.” She let her eyelids drift shut. The expression on his face was too much.

  "You can, and you will. Do not come until I say so.” His tone was guttural and gritty.

  "Ohhhhh.” She gritted her teeth and pinched her nipples harder. It wasn't enough. She had big enough breasts that she could manipulate them with her mouth. No, sucking wasn't going to hold off this orgasm. She had to bite hard to control her body. Yet, the shards of pain that raked through her as her teeth gripped a nipple only added to the intense pressure, and more pain from holding back swept through her.

  Head flung back, she arched her spine and water splashed around her. Her hands shot out to grab anything to hold onto and slid along the smooth shower tile. The water still vibrated against her clit, and her jaw hurt from clenching.

  Finally, David took pity on her. “Come for me, Lee."

  Her hips rotated frantically as her release swung through her body. Outward, pressing, her orgasm sent heat spinning along her skin, her nerves zinging. The stream of water kept her tumbling over the edge, and she lost count of the times she peaked and let go.

  When the pleasure subsided, her body continued to jerk with every pulse of water that touched her clit. She blinked, her eyes wet with water or tears; she wasn't sure which.

  David turned the water off and dropped the shower head as he grasped her ankles and raised them to his shoulders. She gripped the side of the tub to keep her head above water.

  What was he doing?

  With one hand, he grasped his cock and pumped it. Mesmerized, she watched. The way his long fingers wrapped around his erection and slid back and forth was so good, so hot. Her pussy clenched, and she arched towards him. She wanted him inside her.

  "Hold still,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don't you fucking move.” His gaze was still riveted on her pussy as his hand rocked against his penis. “God, you're so fucking gorgeous. That pussy, so perfect, so ripe."

  Fresh cream filled her channel at his words. He never took his eyes off it as he worked his cock. Then, his free hand reached up and pinched her clit. Pain and pleasure jolted through and she cried out. He rolled her nub with his fingers and plucked it again and again like it was a violin string and he was a maestro. He spread her hood from her erect nub, exposing it.

  It happened. He exploded; his cum shot onto her sensitive clit and sent her over the edge. She shattered, splintered, screamed his name as she convulsed, her voice joining his to echo against the shower walls.

  Stunned, she tried to catch her breath. He hadn't even been inside her, but it was as if he'd fucked her. She felt satisfied, content. Her body shuddered one last time, and she relaxed.

  David turned the water back on, pressed the lever to let the water out of the tub and soaped up a washcloth. He was silent, but his hands talked for him. As he cleaned every inch of her, demanding her response, her compliance. She cried out so many times her throat was sore.

  Even when he washed her hair, his fingers on her scalp made her pussy clench. When he was done, he dried her, his tongue occasionally licking droplets of water from sensitive places.

  In the bedroom, she stood before him, scrubbed and content.

  His hand cupped her neck, and his gaze held hers. “You came without permission, Lee. Did you think I didn't notice?"

  Had she? Oh fuck, she had. Several times. Desperately, she counted, lost count and then decided she didn't care. He could punish her. It was worth whatever fucking torture he came up with.

  "Your punishment.” He held up the butt plug from the night before. Inside was a very small vibrator. Her eyes widened, and he pointed toward the bed. “Bend over."

  Slowly, she leaned over the end of the bed, her elbows holding her up, and turned her head to watch him. She'd said she liked anal play, even anal sex, but that phallic-shaped toy was bigger than she had ever experienced. David lubed it up and slathered her small tight hole with lube as well. He slid two fingers into her ass, then three, stretching her channel until it burned. Then he removed his fingers and met her gaze as he nudged the plug inside her puckered entrance. It slipped in an inch, and her muscles clenched.

  The plug's cool, smooth surface spread her open and filled her rectum. He clicked on the vibrator, and the buzz instantly alerted her whole body. Pressure, pain, desire, need—all focused on that vibration in her ass. He grasped her arm and gently helped her stand straight to face him.

  "You will wear that for two hours tonight, through dinner.” His hand stroked the skin on her hip. “You can't come. If you do, I will punish you more."

  Her pussy gushed at those words. Who knew? The threat of punishment, his punishment, turned her on, made her wet.

  He ran a finger over her slit. “God, you feel so good.” He dipped her cream on his finger and then sucked on it. “And you taste amazing."

  "Then fuck me.” The words slipped out, and she gasped, her eyes wide. Two rules broken. She'd spoken and she'd given an order to a dom. She bowed her head. Where was her control?

  "I will fuck you. Don't doubt that.” His tone was hard. “But you are still breaking the rules.” He reached around and pressed a button on the butt plug. The vibrations increased to a painful level. She gasped as her grip on her desire shattered and she rushed towards release. For an instant, she thought she'd come, but she managed to focus, hold back. She trembled and took a deep breath. He nodded and clicked the vibrator to the original setting, a low, insistent hum she felt through her bones.

  "Get dressed and come downstairs for dinner.” He stepped away and, with his hand on the doorknob, shot a glance at her. “And leave that plug in, Lee."

  She dressed in the night wear he'd laid out for her. A knee length camisole, lavender with spaghetti straps, and high heels were waiting for her on the overstuffed chair. No underwear. She decided it would be easier and probably wiser to go commando.

  The silk brushed her sensitive skin, and the plug vibrated her ass. She was in one big needy mess by the time she made it downstairs to the dinner table.

  He surprised her. He was at the sink draining pasta and turned to stir something that smelled really good in a pot on the stove. He was going to cook for her?

  "Lee.” His voice was soft, and she jerked her eyes to the floor. Damn it. What was wrong with her? She knew the rules like the back of her hand, but with him, she kept breaking them.

  "May I speak, sir?"

  Dishes clattered, and he didn't glance at her at all. “You may."

  "I ... don't know what's wrong with me,” she said tentatively.

  "I do."

  "You do?” Her eyebrows shot up, her gaze riveted on his back. “Why do I keep breaking rules I know not to break?"

  "Because, Lee, part of you wants me to punish you.” He spooned a white sauce over two plates of pasta and set them on the table. “And because submitting before brought you nothing but pain."

  "I do know how to do this.” She glared at him, suddenly angry at his calm demeanor.

  "You're like someone who learned a language but not its meaning."

  It seemed like he'd changed the subject. “What?"

  "You know the right words, speak the right lines, but what they really mean hasn't hit home yet. You know the words, but not the music."

  Confused, she shook her head.

  He pulled out her chair and waved a hand for her to sit. “Submission isn't about being helpless."

  She sat down, causing the plug to shift, and she winced. Taking a deep breath, she clasped her hands in her lap. “BDSM 101,” she sneered and then sighed. “I'm sorry, sir. I seem to ... you make me feel ... oh, I don't know."

  Thoroughly disgruntled, she snatched up her fork and then froze as she waited until David sat in the chair next to her and started eating. Her emotions were jumbled and scattered.

  David touched her arm. “How do I make you feel, Lee?"

  "Well, I mean, you get me off, but it's more than that.” She frowned. “I feel ... safe. That's it.
Safe."

  He nodded. “BDSM 101."

  She grinned and laughed. “Right."

  The pasta was delectable, and she was starved. The weird thing was that, after he poured her a glass of wine and for the next hour as they ate, they talked about all kinds of things. Books, movies, and art were all fodder for their discussion. She didn't feel belittled or controlled. The conversation felt ... normal.

  "Did you have enough to eat?"

  "Yes, thank you."

  He picked her plate up and put it in the sink. “Then, now we should talk about dessert.” His gaze sharpened, and her pussy clenched. “You do look good enough to eat,” he mused as his eyes drifted over her body.

  She stood up and knelt in front of him in the kitchen. It was so easy to do for him. To submit, to trust, to give. David gave as much as he took.

  "Get up on the table."

  She scrambled onto the dining room table, the cold wood hard against her skin. The butt plug vibrated on the surface and created a low hum beneath her ass.

  David reached up on a shelf and brought down a candle. His eyes were stormy gray, and she was being tossed into them. “On your back and spread your legs for me."

  As she shifted and opened herself to his perusal, she reveled in the hard planes of his face that showed he wanted her, badly. Very carefully, he removed the butt plug and set it aside. He lit the candle, and an apple fragrance filled the air.

  "For dessert, I'm going to have Apple Lee.” He lifted the hem of the lingerie and exposed her stomach. From his pocket, he produced a vibrator and clicked it on. The buzz that used to create fear, now created heat. He pressed it against her clit, and she gasped.

  The slide of the vibrator inside her pussy was intoxicating. The intensity in David's gaze was even better. A heavy pressure rose inside her, and then he dripped a drop of hot candle wax just above her clit. She screamed as fire raced along her nerves. Pain and intense pleasure blurred and mixed.

  Again and again, he thrust with the vibrator and burned with the wax. A drop on her belly, then one just above her breast, created sizzling heat along her veins and burning fire on her skin. Soon, it wasn't just where the wax dripped but everywhere—her breasts, her pussy, her ass—all seemed to combust. She panted, her lungs fighting for air. Her body melted beneath him, yielding, wanting.

  Her gaze met his. Silently, she begged him. His eyes narrowed. “Tell me what you're feeling, Lee, and maybe I'll let you come."

  She groaned. “I feel so hot, so fucking hot. The pain is so good. The wax burns, but it's so good. I want you. Just you. I want your cock to slam inside me. I want the pain. I want it all."

  "Greedy, aren't you,” he murmured. “Where do you want the wax next?"

  "On my tits. Oh, please, David, please.” She was beyond reason as she shook and quaked with desperation.

  Jerking the camisole until it ripped open, he did as she asked and more. When he dripped a bit of wax on her nipple, his tongue flicked her clit. The hot wax drizzled down the sides of her breasts as he slid his mouth over her mound and sucked her clit between his teeth. The only reason she didn't lose control and explode was because the wax burned her breasts and the pain yanked her back from the edge.

  David set the candle beside her and braced his hands on either side of her head. “Come now, Lee."

  And without a vibrator, or wax, or his cock, Lee's pussy contracted and her orgasm rolled over her. She screamed his name and tears dripped down her temple.

  He kissed away the tears and brushed her lips with his. “Such a good girl. You did very well."

  A unique sensation of pride and contentment flowed over her. Maybe she could do this after all.

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  Chapter Five

  The early morning chill made the tiles in David's bathroom cold as he tiptoed quietly in to take a shower. Lee still slept, and he hoped she didn't have too many bruises from their play the day before.

  Needles of hot water stung his back, and he stretched his sore muscles. The strain of keeping his cock under control was more difficult than he had anticipated. Even now, the vision Lee sprawled in his bed, the sheets wound around her legs, barely covering her luscious ass was burned on the inside of his eyelids and made him hard as a rock.

  He groaned. It wasn't just her delicious curves and virgin skin that made his dick swell. Their conversations, her willingness to fight her demons and be who she really was all combined to drive him to distraction.

  His hand gripped his cock and stroked it roughly. Fantasies of driving into her like a jack hammer weren't enough. He wanted to touch every inch of her, know every detail about her, explore all the dark corners of her mind, body, and soul. She'd burrowed inside him, and his control slipped from his fingers like water.

  In his mind, it was her mouth on his dick, her hands bound behind her, and her tongue wrapped around his length. She was there in the shower with him, sucking him, devouring him. His hips thrust harder, and his hand quickened. His balls tightened as cum boiled to the surface.

  In his fantasy, Lee sucked him down her throat and he exploded in her mouth. In reality, his cum splattered on the shower tiles and the water washed it away.

  He wished the water would wash away his desperate need for her. Even after spraying the wall with his release, his cock twitched and hardened at the thought of Lee in the other room, that he could demand she suck him off. Somehow, he had to regain his composure, his control.

  It was only the second day. He'd already pushed the envelope by showering with her. He'd been so close, so fucking close. Only his absolute commitment to help her and to his community kept him from completing their very hot collision with some volcanic sex. She had no idea how she tormented him just by the way she lowered her eyes, the curve of her spine, and the fall of her hair.

  Jesus, he was becoming insane. He slammed the hot water off and twisted the nozzle for the cold. He shivered as the icy needles washed the heat from his body. Too bad it didn't work on his brain.

  He finished washing and rinsing his hair, his joints stiff, and despite the chill of the shower, so was his dick. Again. Fuck. He was too old for this shit.

  The reflection in the mirror echoed his thought. Yet, something had shifted. Always, he was the dominant male, charming and powerful. Now, he was the dominant lover, tender and insistent.

  He growled aloud. He didn't need to be a lover. He was just helping Lee. That was all. She needed him to be the teacher, the one in charge, the male dominant responsible for her care and well being.

  The lover would just have to shut the fuck up and stay buried deep.

  * * * *

  "We win!” Lee pumped her arm in victory, which made David snort.

  "No fair,” Justin protested. “How the hell did you get that so fast?"

  Catherine grinned. “The famous female intuition?"

  David rolled his eyes. Saturday night's play session had somehow morphed into a raucous version of Charades. How the teams had split between doms and subs, he had no idea, but David found himself on the losing team with two other exasperated men.

  "Perhaps. Or perhaps dominants don't play well with others,” he suggested.

  "Which explains why you wanted to play Monopoly.” Lee wrinkled her nose.

  "You just wanted to play a game where you didn't have to ask my permission to speak,” he quipped, his lips twitching. She'd come so far in the six days since they'd signed the contract.

  For five glorious, torturous days, David had brought Lee to sexual fulfillment. He hadn't risked another shower like the one on that first day. It was too dangerous. She was too tempting. Spurting his cum on her clit had been skirting the rule a bit, and he hadn't stretched the boundaries again.

  "At least you didn't make me play Charades naked.” She laughed with the others, and David realized it was the first time he'd heard her laugh. Really laugh.

  The fear that dominated her when he'd brought her into his home was almost completely gone. His
control had paid off. He'd masturbated every morning and sometimes after she fell asleep exhausted. It never worked.

  It had been worth it though. The last five days had fallen into a routine. She came home, got naked, knelt in his room, then he arrived and they played until she fell asleep.

  However, they'd spent today relaxing, and playtime tonight had been light and easy, no heavy stuff.

  "Unless Justin and Zac were going to let me see Tessa and Catherine naked, I wasn't sharing,” David joked. Only, it wasn't really a joke. He wasn't going to share Lee. Their time together in the week so far had been special to him.

  Dinner was his favorite time with her. It was then he found out who she really was. They didn't talk about whatever had brought her to a place of fear, but her childhood, the death of her parents, her job—they were all topics they'd covered. He revealed more than he meant to, and the sympathy she'd shown when he mentioned his parent's rejection of his lifestyle and ultimately of him made him want to fuck her right then.

  He was well aware that his feelings for Lee Sidle had gone beyond fucking. Spanking her, sucking her, getting her off was like a drug for him. She'd burrowed under his skin and there was no way to remove her.

  "Are you asking to see me naked, David?” Tessa's eyes twinkled and Lee snickered, her hand covering her mouth.

  "Why? Are you offering?” He raised his eyebrows and ignored Zac's glare.

  "Well, I'm definitely interested.” Justin rubbed his hands together with an evil grin, and Catherine glowered at him.

  "Oh, I don't think so,” she warned him. “Face it. David doesn't want anyone else to see Lee naked. He's just selfish that way."

  The others laughed, but David met Lee's somber stare. No, he didn't want the other doms to see her naked. Possessive, protective, even obsessive feelings swamped him. The way she fit with his friends, who were more like his family than anyone related to him, seemed to cement his connection to her.

  "I am selfish that way.” He smiled at Lee and draped his arm around her. “I don't play well with others."

  "Oh, I don't know. You play well with Lee,” Catherine pointed out with a grin.