Not so easy as it seems, huh, mister?
She couldn't help her defiance. Her nature was to be dominant. To take control. Who knew submitting would be so damn hard?
She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay. I promise to play nice today.” She opened her arms wide and walked into the room. “I'm all yours to do with what you will.” Turning, she flashed Luc a wicked smile before clasping her hands, lowering her eyes and bowing. “Master."
Stepping into the room behind her, he closed the door. The sound reverberated around, followed by utter silence. Soundproofing. She was reminded of an old movie quote—in space no one can hear you scream. Yeah, no one would hear her scream. Whether that was bad or good had yet to be determined. Although she trusted Luc, she still wasn't one hundred percent certain about this BDSM thing.
"Take off your coat.” He leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
Locking her gaze to his, Tessa slowly, seductively, undid the buttons one by one. Keeping the coat closed until she reached the last button, she bent one knee, sliding her foot up onto tiptoes. The material parted, and she flashed him a peek of bare flash. Luc might be a dominant, but she could enjoy making him squirm.
"Take it off now, Tessa.” His tone was low, guttural.
Just when she'd been enjoying herself, he had to go and be all commanding on her. Typical man. But then, she was here to learn submission. “Is that a command, Master?"
He nodded.
Clasping the material at her breasts, she shrugged the heavy coat off her shoulders. As it dropped, she released her grip, letting the coat fall into a pool at her feet. He slowly raked his gaze over her body. His chest heaved. His nostrils flared. He liked what he saw.
He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her with a predatory dark gleam in his eyes. The look sent fire through her body right down to her clit. It throbbed in time to her heartbeat. Moisture began to gather between her thighs. Her mouth went dry. Her nipples beaded.
"I told you not to wear anything except the coat."
Defiant to the last, Tessa had picked out a red and black jacquard, strapless corset that accentuated her curves. Not even at his command would she go au natural. She wasn't that bold.
The matching scrap of material that covered her pussy was soaked through. The heady scent of musk filled her nostrils, and she was sure he could smell her desire, know she was turned on.
He rubbed his thumb across her exposed collarbone. “I like this. But next time, when I tell you not to wear something, don't wear it. Understood, slave?"
Before she could answer, Luc dipped his head and sampled her skin with his lips. He sipped at her shoulder like it was a fine wine. His kisses were like whispers. Tessa lost all rational thought. Whatever he wanted, he could have.
"Understood, Master."
Her body cried out for his. Her brain screamed at him to kiss her, touch her, taste her, fuck her. She whimpered when he circled her and banded one arm around her waist, pulling her ass against his heavy erection.
"Submit to me, Tessa. Please. Today. Now."
His other hand squeezed her breast, massaging the fleshy globe, rubbing the heel of his hand over her nipple. It distended even more. The arm around her waist moved lower, and his hand cupped her pussy. She felt the heat of his palm against her heat and moaned.
Too much. It was all too much. She became one mass of aching nerve endings.
"Yes. Yes, I submit. I give you my submission.” A hand moved between her thighs, putting delicious pressure on her pubic bone in the process. Tessa rocked her hips against him. “Dominate me. Please, Luc!"
He was relentless in his ministrations. He strummed her pounding clit. She bit her lip, needing to come. He worried his thumb against the tiny bud, circling it, pressing it against her pubic bone.
The delicious pressure became too much. The tingling in her clit burst through her body. All her nerves ending spiked. She closed her eyes, threw her head back against Luc's shoulder and cried out. It had been so long since she'd had a man. The emotions Luc unleashed made her want to weep. She'd never been so turned on, so aroused by a man's touch.
He continued to rub her gently, the aftershocks sending tiny bursts of pleasure into her system. She felt thoroughly sated.
"Now the fun part begins."
Fun? Hell, she'd thought that had been fun. What else did he have planned?
Sweeping her up like she weighed nothing, Luc carried her to the bondage table. Laying her down face up, he fixed the stirrups in place, binding her hands and feet. She lay spread-eagle. Open to him, vulnerable. The doubt and fear must have been evident in her eyes because he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her lips.
"Trust me.” Moving away from her, he stood, looking down. Lifting a hand to his nose, he sniffed. “God, I love the scent of your pussy.” He licked his fingers and almost purred. “You taste as good as you look."
Tessa swallowed. His coarse words turned her on.
The look in his eyes became serious. “Before we start there are a few technical things we need to get sorted."
He wanted to talk safety now? Tessa couldn't believe he'd tied her up, primed her engine and then wanted to talk. She gritted her teeth and let out a growl of frustration. “Make it quick."
This drew a smile from Luc. “Patience, Tessa. I am the top, you the bottom. Do you understand those terms?"
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Luc. I understand the terminology. As a sex therapist, I have to. I know what they mean, I just haven't experienced them."
He nodded. “Good. As a top you know it's my right to dominate you, to bring you to the brink of pleasure and beyond.” When she nodded, he continued. “All dominants and submissives have a safe word. One the submissive can use in case they become uncomfortable at any time or experience any pain beyond what is pleasurable.” He frowned. “I do not want to hurt you, Tessa. Ever. This arrangement is purely for our mutual pleasure. So I want you to give me a safe word. Any word. But as soon as you use it, I'll stop. Whatever it is we're doing, wherever we are, you use it and I'll stop. Okay? It's my duty as a master to respect your wishes."
"Pandora.” Tessa knew he might ask for a safe word, it was standard BDSM practice. “Pandora is my safe word."
Luc cocked an eyebrow. “As in Pandora's box?"
Tessa blushed. “Yeah. As in Pandora, who got curious and opened the box, hence unleashing sin into the world."
He reached for her calf and caressed the muscle. “I can promise you, the only sin we'll be releasing is our own."
His comment made them both laugh.
"Those are specially made restraints. One real hard tug and they will unbuckle.” He stared into her eyes intently. “You ready, Tessa?"
She lowered her eyes like a good little submissive. “I'm ready. Master.” She loved adding the ‘Master’ to the end of sentences. It was obvious Luc liked it. It made her feel ready to submit to his will.
"Then we'll begin.” Fisting a handful of his sweater, Luc pulled the material up over his head.
Tessa's gazed dropped to his well sculpted chest. She drooled. It was impossible not to. The guy was buff, with a capital B. She'd known from the first moment she laid eyes on him in the club he was ripped, but this was something she'd been unprepared for.
His torso was chiseled, dusted lightly with crisp, dark hair. Spreading halfway down his arm, across his left shoulder and onto his chest curled a dragon tattoo. The dragon looked vicious, with snarling teeth and breathing fire. The colors were amazing. It showcased his torso to perfection. She wanted to trace the contours of its lines with her tongue.
Oh yeah, if she got the chance, she had plans for the tattoo.
"Like what you see, slave?” He didn't wait for an answer. “Good. A submissive should always find her dominant sexually attractive."
That was the understatement of the year, but Tessa was mesmerized by him. He was hypnotic. He stalked toward her, holding her gaze. She shivered. His
eyes promised untold amounts of pleasure.
His hand gripped her ankle. She expected him to caress her calf like he'd done earlier. Instead, he ran his fingertips over one of her heels, fingering the lines of the instep, down to the pointed end of her toes, then back up, across and down the heel to very tip of the stiletto.
"I should punish you for disobeying my command. You'd like me to punish you, wouldn't you, Tessa?” He flicked off her heel and ran a fingertip quickly across the sole.
Tessa groaned and curled her foot. Even one small flick of his fingers electrified her.
"How do you want me to punish you, slave?"
Luc wrapped his hand around her ankle, slowly, softly ran it up her calf, to her knee and beyond. Up to her thigh. This was as far as he'd gone in the restaurant, and she held her breath, waiting, praying for him to move his hand higher, to the ache in her pussy.
Wicked mischief danced in his green eyes. Standing before her, he looked like the devil incarnate. “You think a good fuck is in order? Think you could handle that punishment?” His hand moved higher still, and he fingered the edge of her thong.
"Yesssss."
Her body burned for his. He spoke of punishment, but his slow ministrations were pure torture to her overly aroused body.
"No, I think we'll leave that for another time."
He moved his hand higher, leaving the ache and moving higher, higher, toward her breasts. She watched him shift positions. He spread his legs and leaned over her. Deftly, he started to unhook the eye clasps of her corset.
She sucked in air as he bared her breasts to the cool air. Already aching and distended, the coolness beaded her nipples to the point of pain. His eyes glistened, his tongue snaked out to touch the tip to his upper lip. Swooping down like a vulture after a meal, he latched onto one of her breasts. Taking the tender flesh into his warm, waiting mouth, Luc suckled. She felt the suction right down to her toes. Curling her fingers into fists, she willed herself not to break the bonds. What she really wanted to do was fist her hands into his luscious dark hair and drag his mouth to hers. But this was a lesson in submission. She'd chosen to be here, in this position, at his mercy. It turned her on like crazy, knowing she was truly at his mercy. Her body was his to command.
Tracing an intricate pattern, his tongue swirled around and around her areola. At the same time his hand roughly manipulated her other breast. When he pulled back, he clasped the tight bud between his teeth and tugged. The stab of pain was bittersweet. No one had dared be so rough, yet she enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. Her pussy answered with a flow of cream. He let the flesh go with a popping sound, and it bounced back into place.
"Oh my god!” Her nipple throbbed. It felt exquisite.
He laved the same attention on her other breast, and Tessa gave herself over to sensation, as his warm, wet tongue rasped across her heated skin. Whatever he wished, she'd give. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and she loved it. The loss of sexual control was pure bliss.
Luc worked his way down her torso with his hands and mouth, manipulating erogenous points she never knew existed. Almost reverently, he ran a hand over her slightly rounded stomach. His teeth nipped at her hipbones, gently at first, then with more force. Nips she knew would leave a mark.
As he used more force, ribbons of pleasure cascaded through her body. She never understood how pain could be a pleasure, but the threshold between the two was a very thin line. Only a man like Luc could understand that.
Reaching her panty line, he slipped his fingers beneath the material, making room for his tongue to follow the same path. She felt his wet, warm tongue caressing the top of her curls.
"Please. Please."
Tessa never begged for anything. Right now it came naturally. She wanted him to move lower, to pull her panties aside and thrust his tongue into her demanding pussy.
He laughed, and she felt the reverberations in her core. His gaze met hers. “Is my slave anxious for me to fuck her?"
She had never seen anything so erotic as his gaze boring into her. His tongue snaked out and licked her clit. She watched every movement, every subtle move of his tongue, feeling it in her core. He brought her to the brink of orgasm with that look. When he sat up, ceasing all contact, she wanted to scream in frustration. He really was punishing her.
His gaze dropped to her thong and darkened. He let out a low growl. His feral tone thrilled her.
"This has got to go.” Fisting the scrap of material, he ripped.
She heard the elastic snap. “Luc!"
His eyes burned with an overwhelming intensity. Despite the need in his eyes, he remained outwardly calm. His commanding aura never faltered, yet her resistance to submission crumbled with every passing second. Being in someone else's control was a heady aphrodisiac, one she didn't want to fight anymore.
"Master. I'm your master.” He delved between her thighs, lapping at her pussy like she was the finest ambrosia. He flattened his tongue to make long, lascivious strokes.
Tessa whimpered, squeezed her eyes closed and lifted her hips, hoping to release some of the wild tension. She concentrated all her thoughts on one place—her pussy. Nothing mattered except the feel of his tongue.
He moaned against her, the vibrations playing against her clit like a well-strung violin.
"More!"
Parting her slick folds with forefinger and thumb, he touched the tip of his tongue to the hardened nub of nerve endings. He pushed one finger inside her sopping wet opening, adding the friction she needed. Luc found a devastating rhythm of fingers and tongue that shattered her every emotion.
She gasped, trying to suck in enough air to keep her lungs rising and falling. Her heart beat so fast, she thought it would explode out of her chest.
He stopped long enough to choke out, “Who am I, slave?"
Slowly, inch by inch, he dragged one thick finger out of her pussy. The slurping sound it made told her just how wet she really was. Not that she needed to be told, she could feel her juices flowing, running down her thighs in musky scented rivulets.
"Master.” Her throaty reply was rewarded by Luc plunging his finger back inside to the hilt of his knuckle.
"Do you submit your body to me?"
He repeated the process of dragging his finger back out, this time curling the tip so it scrapped against her cleft. He thought she was still being stubborn. The scared woman frightened of losing control. Maybe she was, but right now she wanted to give them both a gift, a gift of submission.
Locking her gaze to his she nodded, placing as much conviction in her voice as she could muster given the circumstances. “Yes, Master."
If she thought his ministrations had been full force before, she'd been wrong. He attacked her pussy like a hungry man seeking a fine meal. Her master knew exactly how to make her body hum with pleasure. She reached higher and higher, climbing toward the delicious peek of orgasm she desperately craved.
When he sucked her clit between his teeth, tugged, repeating the motion he had treated her nipples to, Tessa shot over the edge. Her toes curled, her back bowed. She rose up against the restraints. Her world became a mass of color as wave after orgasmic wave shot through her.
She was in sexual heaven.
* * * *
Luc's eyes glazed over, watching Tessa in the throes of orgasm. She was beautiful. A perfect womanly specimen, and he just wanted to eat her up. Her chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly as she came down from the blissful peak. Her eyelashes swept open, her pupils dilated before she fixed her gaze to his. A slow, lazy smile appeared on her lips.
He couldn't resist leaning down and tasting them. His cock was hard as stone, straining for its own release.
"Enjoy yourself, slave?"
She nodded and he chuckled. Poor woman was unable to speak. The thought did wonders for his ego. Waiting for her to recover, he caressed her body, ran his fingertips reverently across her smooth and very slick skin. There was one more thing he had planned before completing the
first stage of her submission. His cock jerked in response.
Suitably recovered, Luc flipped the clasps on the restraints. He checked to see if the leather abraded her skin. The horse had been made by one of the best in the business, it was unlikely to have marked her, but he needed to check, to be sure he hadn't hurt her.
He hadn't.
Gently, he rubbed her wrists and ankles, getting some circulation back into the joints. She would need to stand up and he wanted her body prepared.
"That was...” She blushed, the color adding to her already pinkened cheeks. “Incredible."
Luc grinned. “All part of the service, ma'am."
She ruffled his hair playfully, and he found himself enjoying the leisurely, casual atmosphere. Most of his previous submissives wanted to be in the zone all the time. It wasn't a problem, but with Tessa he wanted more than to command her. He enjoyed every second spent in her presence. She was a like a drug and he the addict.
Lifting her off the table, he helped settle her balance. She stood in front of him like a wanton siren. His hands rested on her hips. The scent of sex and her subtle perfume clung to their skin.
"Ready for round two?"
She contemplated his words, and a frown creased her forehead. “I'm good to go, Master."
He loved hearing that word coming from her lips. “Fine."
Luc stepped back, raked his gaze hungrily over her naked body. Running his hand down his chest to his stomach, he toyed with the waistband of his pants, watching her reaction. Her gaze fixed on his hand. He moved his hand lower, across the tight material stretched across his groin. He palmed his cock, rubbing his hand across the entire length of it. It felt so good to finally be receiving some attention. The damn thing had been hard for her since the club.
Her lips formed a perfect O, and he almost came in his pants. He knew exactly what round two was, and he wanted it instigated now. “You like watching your master rub his cock?” He rubbed a few more times, punctuating every word with a firmer caress.
Tessa swallowed. “Yes."
Luc frowned and titled his head to the side. “Yes, what?"
"Master."
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