by Keith, Megan
He’d neglected to instruct her to keep her hands above her head, and when her fingers tangled in his hair he decided he preferred the intimacy of that so much more than her obedience. He lapped at her juices and she tugged on his hair, groaning in ecstasy. He loved nothing more than the taste of her on his tongue, her hands on him and the sounds coming from the back of her throat. He decided against the delayed gratification he had first intended and instead went in for the kill. Dipping his tongue insider her, as far as he could, while flicking her clit with his fingers. It didn’t take her long at all to be calling out “Sir!” as she came.
When her body went lax he stood and walked to the kitchen. He only rifled through a couple of drawers before he found what he was looking for.
She had no idea what he was doing when he left her lying on her back, with her dress bunched up around her mid-section and a tie covering her eyes. She had just regained control over her breathing when he was back by her side. She heard the zipper on his jeans and the coarse sound the material made as it was pulled from his body.
He hovered over her, “On your stomach,” he instructed. Using his hands he urged her to roll over.
She folded her arms under her head and got comfortable. The sudden smack across her ass was unexpected and caused her to cry out.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Don’t speak out of turn.” He smacked her again with the wooden spoon, a little more gently. “That was for buying me such a hideous tie and this,” he hit her again, “is for your pleasure.” She heard the smile in his voice and she smiled right back.
Her ass stung, but she welcomed the feeling because HE was doing it. When the fourth strike came she groaned with need. By the fifth, she was pulling her knees up onto the sofa and pointing her bottom in the air. The sixth stroke touched on her pussy and the sting was welcomed. The seventh strike had her almost orgasming.
“Again!” she called out.
Even though she really didn’t grasp the concept of being a sub, he found at that point he didn’t care. The fact that she was speaking when she shouldn’t, moving her body when she wasn’t told to, or that she had taken it upon herself to straddle him earlier, none of it mattered. Her ass pointed in the air, the red marks across her cheeks, and her pussy so wet it glistened, that’s all he cared about. He hit her one more time before dropping the spoon to the floor, climbing behind her on the sofa and pushing his finger inside her.
“You have a beautiful ass, Mackenzie. Especially now with my marks on it.” After coating his finger in her juices he pushed it against her tight puckered hole. She cried out in pleasure when he inserted it. “You like that?” He leaned forward, expecting a response.
She gasped, getting used to the sensation before answering with a labored breath, “Yes… Sir.”
He positioned his cock at her entrance, slowly sliding it into her pussy. Her orgasm had begun with that last slap and it continued with his thrusts and his words. He filled her so completely and deliciously, rubbing on her insides in such a faultless manner that her pleasure was heightened immensely. Just as it began to plateau, he increased his pace and she started climbing that peak again. When he introduced his other hand to the mix, rubbing on her clit, she almost combusted. That, with the feel of double penetration, was too much – her orgasm soaring to a whole new level.
“You feel amazing!” He watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy and his finger in and out of her ass, while he was on his knees behind her. “Good, Mackenzie?”
“Oh… god… yes!” She thrust back on him, panting, riding out the longest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Eventually he slowed his ministrations and she felt him tense against her before withdrawing from her body.
He’d been staring at that perfectly round, pale-skinned ass of hers, complete with the red lines he’d marked her with and he couldn’t wait a second more. He just had to have it. He eased his cock into her ass. Her body squeezed his cock so tightly, it was exhilarating.
“Argh!” she exhaled loudly, lurching forward. He tugged her back by her hips, pressing his body into hers.
She felt so good around his cock. “So tight. You need to relax.” He gyrated his hips.
“Sir, no ...” She couldn’t relax, it fucking hurt.
The feel of her ass clamping down around his cock had his own climax building. The room began to darken and he could hear the sound of his heart thumping in his chest. The feeling of taking Mackenzie in this way was overpowering. So fucking perfect. On his next thrust, her ass clamped down on him so tight he snapped out of his bliss.
“ERASER!”
“What the fuck?” He instantly pulled from her body and she hurriedly scrambled to the end of the sofa, away from him. He collapsed against the back cushion and took a moment to slow his breathing.
Mackenzie pulled the tie down from her eyes, leaving it around her neck. She saw him swallow and she could see he was concerned, even a little shaky.
“Mackenzie?”
“I- I wasn’t expecting,” she began, “I wasn’t prepared for … that.” Her eyes were wet with tears when she blinked up at him. He reached out for her but she held back.
“I hurt you?”
She nodded and wiped at her eyes. The look she saw on his face was soft, caring. He held a hand out for her again and she took it, allowing him to pull her onto his lap.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said quietly and with vulnerability.
“Never? But you were so receptive last time. I assumed…” He recalled that night in his apartment, when he’d… used a butt plug. Oh shit. “I’m sorry, Mackenzie. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She leaned into his touch when he pushed the hair from her face and cupped her cheek.
“I didn’t think Mackenzie, I apologize.”
She nodded before curling into him, tucking her head against his body. The light sprinkling of hairs across his chest tickled her nose as she nuzzled him. She loved the feel of his warm body wrapped around her and when his arms tightened around her back she sighed contentedly. It wasn’t long before she was forgetting all about the pain he had just inflicted.
“Okay?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“Up until that last bit, um, wow!”
“Um, wow?” He chuckled. “Tell me how you really feel.” He took hold of her chin and lifted her face.
“Best orgasm of my life,” she replied unashamedly.
“Pleasure like you’ve never known before?” he asked with a smug and sexy smirk.
“Yes, Sir.” The smile she gave him stole his breath. “It’s not that I’m opposed to the idea of…” she trailed off.
“Say it.” He grinned down at her.
“Anal.”
He nodded. “I understand. We’ll have to work on that.”
She nodded again and snuggled back into his chest.
“I just took your virginity.”
Mackenzie’s ear was pressed against Sir’s chest when he spoke and she wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly at first. But when she pulled back and looked at his face she knew she had.
“You don’t have to look so damn smug.” She smiled.
“No one can ever take that away from me. I was your first and so your ass is mine, Mackenzie.” His smile looked boyish with a hint of wonder. It made her so happy to see.
He nudged her chin upwards and planted a soft, tender kiss on her lips. It seemed so heartfelt. The words ‘your ass is mine’ played repeatedly in her head as they kissed. When their lips parted, and their eyes met, Mackenzie couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the man.
When did I think I didn’t want him to stay? I take that back. He can stay for as long as he likes.
“I’ve decided I do like this tie after all,” Sir said, tugging on it. “In fact, I think you should wear nothing except this tie for the remainder of the day.”
“Oh really?” She smiled. “But you bought me so many sexy new things to wea
r.”
“Plenty of time…” He tapped her lightly on the nose. “I think the tie will be enough for today.”
“Well, then…” She stood from his lap, removed her heels and tugged the dress that was still bunched up around her waist, up and over her head. “Better?” she asked, putting her hand on her hip and jutting it out to one side. She was completely nude but for the tie. The cheeky smile on her face almost more than he could bear.
“Much.” He stood in front of her, undid the tie and redid it in a loose Windsor knot around her neck. “There.” He gave it another tug when he was finished. “Now you’re perfect.”
She blinked up at him in a daze, his dark eyes searing hers. He really needed to stop being so damn charming. It was hard to get a handle on the guy and even harder to reign in her emotions.
“I, um, I need to use the bathroom,” she murmured, needing any excuse to step away for a moment. “Be right back.”
He watched her sexy ass retreat from the room. Light red marks still marred it and he smiled in satisfaction, knowing he was the only man ever to have it. Not only had he marked her wrists and breasts, but now that, too. He started imagining other ways to claim ownership of her body.
Mackenzie had only just flushed the toilet when she was startled by the sight of Sir in the bathroom doorway.
“Nice place you have here.”
“You scared me. Do you have a habit of walking in on people when they’re using the bathroom?” He didn’t answer, instead moved to the vanity, opened the cupboards underneath and started sifting through her belongings. “Do you not have any boundaries at all?”
“I already told you I don’t.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Nothing. I just want to get to know you.”
He shut the cupboard doors and swivelled to face her with a twinkle in his eye. He’d put his jeans back on, but was wearing nothing else but a cheeky look on his face. So damn sexy! She nudged him sideways so she could wash her hands. He placed his hands on either side of her, his palms flat against the counter, caging her in. She caught his eye in the mirror when he rested his chin on her bare shoulder. They stared at each other for a few seconds, until she nudged him again so that she could wipe her hands on the towel hanging off to the side. Something in his eyes was too … familiar. It made her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling so soon for this man.
“Come.” He grabbed hold of the tie around her neck and tugged her from the bathroom. When he spotted the bed in her room it looked too inviting to pass up. He was dead tired. He could think of nothing better than sprawling out on it.
Mackenzie watched Sir lie on his back in the center of the bed. He stretched out and tugged on the tie so she had no choice but to lie down beside him, not that she minded. She was relieved when he closed his eyes and seemed content not to have sex again. The man was a machine and she needed a break. She lay on her side. Tucking her hands under her head, she watched him. He hadn’t shaved since the day before and the stubble on his face only enhanced how devilishly handsome he was. His perfect face was relaxed.
“Tired?” she asked.
His eyes sprung open and focused on her. He nodded.
“I didn’t sleep last night, I was too busy watching over the sleeping beauty in my bed.” He smiled that flashy smile that had her heart beating faster.
“Smooth talk again.” She smiled back. “I like it.”
He rolled to his side. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled into his body, then slid his hand down to her thigh. He started tracing soothing patterns of figure eights against her skin.
“Let’s rest for a bit,” he mumbled into her hair, sleepily. Only moments later, she felt his hand stop moving and his breath even out. He was asleep. She pulled the blanket from the end of the bed over them both and joined him in slumber.
Mackenzie woke up when she felt something hot and wet on her nipple. She opened her eyes to see Sir lifting his mouth from her breast. She was now flat on her back with Sir hovering over her body.
“Hey, sleeping beauty, are you hungry?” he asked. She nodded silently and he climbed from the bed. “Looks like a nice bath you have. How about it?”
“Mmm, a bath sounds nice,” Mackenzie replied, stretching across the bed. She watched his naked back and tight jean clad ass walk into the bathroom before resting her eyes. She heard the faucet running but didn’t hear him return to the bed. She smiled when she felt his warm breath across her face.
“I’ll make us some toast,” he whispered, giving her a quick peck on the lips. She opened her eyes to ogle him as he left the room.
Mackenzie stretched on the bed with a smile. He’s running me a bath and making me toast. Who’d have thought? She shook her head and bit her lip. It seemed surreal that HE was here, taking care of her and making himself at home in her apartment.
The sound of running water was her cue to use the bathroom. Afterwards, she sat her naked behind on the edge of the large bath and stroked the tie she had slept in. She was mesmerized by the bubbles forming in the water below. She was lost to her thoughts as she ran her other hand through the warm water in a sweeping figure eight motion. They needed to lay down some ground rules or something. It was obvious that he wanted sex, like all the time, but what else did he want from her? Snuggling in bed and running baths didn’t seem to fit the picture. She needed some answers, she needed to know what being in this kind of relationship entailed. He’d said he wanted to be her Dom and as willing as she was to try, she didn’t really know what it all meant. Would she always be at his beck and call? Would he continue to treat her with respect or just demand things of her body and not much else? She was suddenly stricken with grief at the thought that he only wanted her for her body. To use her until he was done. The past forty-eight hours had been such a rollercoaster she was struggling to take it all in. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me so damn emotional! She wiped a stray tear from her cheek and bent over the bath to turn off the tap.
“Mmm, I like that view,” Sir’s deep voice startled her and she almost toppled into the bath.
She braced herself on the edge and flushed with embarrassment at her clumsiness. She watched him place a plate of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice on the bathroom counter. Her eyes wandered from his broad shoulders, down his muscled biceps and to his tapered waist. Just looking at him made her want to do it all again, regardless of how tired her body was. He leaned against the counter, facing her with a sexy smirk. Oh god, caught ogling him, again!
“Have some toast,” he said, before taking a bite.
The look in his eye was a desirous one and his voice was demanding. Mackenzie didn’t question the fact that she did what he asked until she was standing beside him, biting into her own piece of toast that she didn’t even feel like eating. This whole situation is so un-nerving! Why am I so willing to do almost whatever he says?
For the next couple of minutes the only sound in the room was the crunch of their bites as they silently stood side by side eating toast.
He swallowed his food and then washed it down with some orange juice before removing his jeans and entering the warm bath water. He settled himself and looked back at the beautiful naked woman standing there. She really was a sight for sore eyes – her long, messy, dark hair flowing down her back, her perfect breasts begging for his touch, her eyes burning for him … And that damn lilac tie around her neck, hanging between those breasts… yeah, it’s growing on me.
“Come here,” he said, motioning to her with the crook of his finger. She took a gulp of juice, undid the tie and placed it on the counter, before slowly walking his way. He lifted his hand for her to take and helped her into the water. Much to his dismay, she seated herself at the opposite end instead of in between his legs, where he had guided her. “You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
She ignored his comment, she needed time to think. Once she relaxed against the end of the bath opposite him, she let
out a sigh at the feel of the warm water cleansing her body and closed her eyes. Her butt was still a little sore but the water was soothing. Sir tugged her foot to his lap and started massaging it. She moaned softly in contentment, it felt so good. Yes, he has mad skills. After a while, he gave her heel a gentle squeeze, before returning her foot to the bottom of the bath. She opened her eyes to see him reaching for her other foot, with a worried expression.
“What are you thinking?” he eventually asked, slicing through her contented bliss.
All thoughts of this new sexual world flooded her mind and the doubts re-surfaced. She wasn’t sure she could do it. The sex was great so far, but what if he demanded more from her body than she could handle? What if he doesn’t want me for me?
“Why is it that you want to be a Dom?”
He remained silent and it frustrated her.
“What, Sir?” She pulled her foot from his grasp. She was mad at him for not wanting more than some strange kinky relationship, when she now craved so much more than that. “You said you would be nothing but forthright with me. So tell me, what is it that calls you to the lifestyle?”
Her tone was angry and spoiled the relaxed atmosphere of the bath, he didn’t care for it but she was eyeing him expectantly so he answered, “I have a strong need to draw pleasure from a woman’s body. I crave it.” He didn’t want to make it about her and scare her off.
Any woman’s body? She wanted to ask, but was afraid for the answer. I’m no one special, she concluded. It made her feel so hurt, angry and upset. “So it’s a power trip, to bend a woman’s will to your own?” He shrugged, as if it was nothing. As if she meant nothing. “You always get your way, don’t you? Are you one of those wealthy, spoilt rich kids?” She tried to make light of the situation but there was no hiding the bitterness from her voice.
