The warmth that flooded her sated body was delectable, and she heard herself giggle with contentment. Still smiling, she quickly washed her hair before emerging. When she saw what awaited her after stepping from the shower, she cried out.
Nathan sat on the small stool in the bathroom, watching her. She immediately grabbed the robe from the back of the door and wrapped herself up like a parcel.
“What the hell are you doing?” she screeched, coming down to earth with a tremendous thud.
“I could ask you the same question.” He looked serious and she felt her pussy clench, though she couldn’t understand why. Still, she was finding it hard to be completely mad at him.
“You said I could take a shower!” Her eyes were wide as she snagged a small towel from the heated rail and ran it through her hair.
“I did,” he concurred, standing up slowly. “I didn’t, however, say anything about allowing you to climax in my shower.” He cocked one eyebrow, and she was sure she had stopped breathing.
“W-what?”
She followed him out of the door and back into the bedroom.
“Come and eat.” His voice was deep and made her pussy gush all over again. She couldn’t understand why she felt so turned on by him. He was the one at fault here. Still, she followed.
“What about my clothes?” Her voice was a little shaky.
“Later.” He didn’t even turn around as he marched out of the room, and she followed him down the hall to where the smell of bacon and sausages filled the air of an enormous breakfast kitchen.
He gestured to the table made up for their meal, and she sat down in silence. The chair, although wooden, had a luxuriously soft cushion that molded to her shape as she sat down.
She watched him move effortlessly around the room, piling up their plates with bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes, baked beans, mushrooms, and even black pudding. He put a plate in front of her, along with a rack of hot toast. She moaned as she smelled the food, and he poured her some coffee before sitting opposite her with his own meal.
“This is just like I had in London,” she told him with a grateful smile, “except that they serve tea. I prefer coffee though.”
He nodded. “I hope you like it.”
“It’s delicious.” She savored every mouthful. It had been nearly four years since she had sat in a café in Chelsea, enjoying a full English breakfast. The taste and smell took her back there, and she closed her eyes momentarily as she remembered how good it was. That had been a lovely vacation, and one that she would never forget.
“Why were you in London?” He sipped his coffee as he asked.
“I went on a vacation with my parents. It was fantastic. We saw all the sights, you know, Buckingham Palace, the Houses of Parliament, the Tower of London, which is actually several towers. Oh, and did you know that Big Ben is the bell inside the tower, not the tower itself? It was fascinating. We had tea at The Ritz too.” She felt herself get excited just recalling that wonderful time.
“I’ve been there,” he nodded. “Did you take a boat ride up the Thames?”
“Yes.” She smiled and leaned forward into the conversation.
“Would you like to work in a place like The Ritz?” He pushed his plate to one side as he drank his coffee.
“Oh yeah! I bet they have to put up with some fussy tourists though.” She giggled. “Actually I had a job in a tearoom, not quite as posh as The Ritz, but it was real nice.”
Nathan frowned. “While you were on vacation?”
She giggled, placing her empty cup on the table. “Sort of. I’d gone out there with my parents, and while I was there I got chatting to the lady who owned the place and she offered me the job. I couldn’t resist. She helped me get a work permit and I stayed over there when my folks came home.” The thought caught her breath, and she felt herself flush.
“What happened?” His voice was gentle as he seemed to pick up on the change in her demeanor.
“They…um…they had an accident. Not long after they returned home they were hit by a drunk driver. Killed instantly.” She felt tears well at the edges of her eyes, and she blinked them away furiously.
“I’m so sorry.” His hand was over hers in an instant. She loved the feel of his warm strength.
“What about you? Were you on vacation?” she asked as brightly as she could.
“No such luck!” He shook his head. “No, it was work, I’m afraid. Even that trip up the river was to schmooze a client.”
“Very romantic,” she said, half to herself.
He laughed. “Ha! It was a guy, actually. A very rich one at that. He wasn’t at all impressed, either. I still never figured out why I had to entertain him over there, when he was about to be appointed in local government over here, but there you go.”
Summer giggled.
“No, next time I go I want it to be a nice romantic break. Maybe with someone who knows their way around a little?” He looked at her conspiratorially, and she blushed.
“I’d love to go back to the Tower of London,” she said eagerly. “Did you know that legend has it that if all the ravens flew away from it then the whole place would collapse?”
“No, I didn’t.” He looked surprised. She blushed, proud she had impressed him.
Summer stood up and started clearing away the plates.
“You don’t have to do that here,” he told her, taking them from her. “Go into the living room and sit down a minute. I need to talk to you.”
She frowned but did as she was told.
The living room was as plush as the rest of the house. It was decorated in green and cream, again accented in gold. It appeared very restful, and she couldn’t help curling up on the massive, soft sofa that almost filled one wall. The central light fitting was not unlike the chandeliers back at the club, although not quite as ostentatious. The glass wall lights twinkled beautifully as the sun bounced off them and streamed in through the French windows occupying a whole wall. At the far end of the room was an inglenook fireplace, which had horse brasses hanging over its walls. They too glinted in the sunlight. The whole room was light and airy, and she loved its tranquility.
“Are you still tired?” Nathan walked in as she was lying on the sofa, thinking.
She quickly sat up. “No, I’m fine.”
“That’s good. You get real cranky when you’re tired, did you know that?” He sat next to her with his arm casually resting along the back of the couch.
“I’m sorry. I was really rude yesterday. I didn’t mean to be.” She felt herself blush.
“Well, that’s all right. What bothers me is how you got yourself into such a state. You’re not eating or sleeping half enough. It’s bound to affect your emotions.”
Summer sighed. She knew he was right, but she really didn’t need a lecture right now. “Thank you for the breakfast, but I really need to be getting back now.” She went to stand up, but his arm immediately slid down to her shoulder, locking her in place.
“I haven’t quite finished with you yet.” He growled.
She felt her pussy tighten, and she stared at him. His eyes were darker than usual, and he had a very stern expression. Summer felt her heart quicken, and she flushed. “Oh?”
He sat facing her, still holding her in place. “Now I know you’ve got a fiery temper on you, and Lord knows you can cuss a blue streak. But you see, as a submissive that kind of behavior is just not acceptable. Do you understand? Especially when it’s aimed directly at your Dom.”
Summer stared at him, openmouthed. “What?”
“You heard me. Now I know you’ve been to BDSM clubs before, and you obviously know the protocol, which is why I was so disappointed in your behavior of late. I really didn’t expect this from you, Summer.”
He looked genuinely disappointed, and she felt a lurch in her gut. His voice was deep and did unholy things to her girly parts, and she couldn’t understand why she felt so turned on while he was so clearly berating her.
“I’m sorry,�
�� she whispered.
“Well, I know you are, sugar,” he told her. “But I think we need to figure out how we can avoid it happening again before we discuss your punishment, don’t you?”
Summer felt a gush from her pussy at the mention of “punishment,” though she knew it made no sense. Heat seared her body, and she trembled with excited anticipation. She nodded slowly, unable to speak.
“OK. Firstly you need to be eating regular meals. Now it shouldn’t be that hard with your shifts at the club, but if it’s a problem I can ask Master Dominic to arrange for you to have dinner before your shift starts?”
Summer was mortified. “No. I…I can manage that, thank you.”
She was sure she saw a smirk twitch at his lips.
“All right. But I’ll be checking up on that, d’ya hear?”
“Yes, sir.” The response fell easily out of her mouth, taking her by surprise.
“Good. Now, what about sleep? You didn’t actually take that awful job yesterday, did you?”
Summer wasn’t sure whether it was a question or if he already knew the answer, but she shook her head anyway.
“That’s good. You should listen to me, you know?”
She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as she detected another smirk and debated whether to tell him that her decision wasn’t in any way due to his suggestion but, on reflection, thought better of it.
Her mind wandered to that awful experience yesterday. It was all well and good sticking to her principles of not being taken advantage of, but she now still needed to find another job. He seemed to read her thoughts.
“Now, I’ve got a suggestion for you about a job, which you may or may not like, but hear me out anyway.”
She frowned. “OK…”
“Right, well, I noticed yesterday how good you are with figures, and you’ve obviously got a logical mind.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Now I know that the finance office at Collar and Cuffs is looking for a part-time clerk, and I wondered if it was something that might interest you.”
Her heart leaped and her eyes widened. “But I haven’t got any financial qualifications,” she said quietly.
“That’s all right. It’s a clerk’s job. Mainly filing and answering the phone, maybe dealing with simple queries. Cerys takes care of the day-to-day running of things. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to train you up if you’re interested. It’s only part time.”
“That would be perfect, I could work around my shifts in the restaurant.” She felt herself get hot with excitement. “Do you think I’d get it, though?”
“Well, you’d have to be real nice to the financial manager, who I hear can be a bit of a tough cookie at times. Think you could manage that?”
“Definitely. I can be nice. Real nice if I have to! What do I have to do? Is there a form or something?” She felt hope well inside her, and it made her quite dizzy.
He chuckled. “Slow down, sugar. I’m sure there’ll be an interview or something, but you can handle that.”
Summer nodded eagerly. “I can. I can handle anything I have to.” That was the mantra she had been repeating to herself for the past four years. It had never let her down.
“Well now, I’m glad to hear that because there’s the little matter of your punishment to discuss next.”
Her mood changed in an instant. From elation she went to anticipation in a heartbeat. She swallowed hard, clenching her legs together as a trickle escaped her pussy. “Punishment?” she whispered.
He nodded slowly as his eyes turned even darker.
“Now I know how much you enjoy a good spanking, but how about flogging, or a crop, maybe?”
Her pussy clenched and she stared at him. “I’m OK with a paddle and a flogger, and a crop if it’s not too hard. And I’ve had a single tail,” she told him, her voice a little shaky.
He raised his eyebrows. “Well now, that gives us some scope to work with.”
He stood and held out a hand to her. She took it and stood up, following him out of the room. Her heart was hammering, and she felt herself begin to pant with excitement.
He opened a door farther down the corridor, and she stared inside. Gone were the tranquil shades of the rest of the house. This room had black-and-red wallpaper and no windows. A St. Andrew’s Cross was attached to one wall, and a spanking horse stood in one corner. An antique-looking chest of drawers, holding heaven knows what delights, stood nearby, and an array of paddles, whips, and floggers hung on the wall above it. A large bed took up one side of the room, with all manner of attachments to it, and something that looked a little like a surgical couch ominously stood near the middle of the room.
“You have your own dungeon?” Her voice wasn’t much more than a whisper.
“I prefer to call it a playroom,” he said with a smirk. “Come here.”
She followed him over to the St. Andrew’s Cross where he held a hand out for her robe. Slowly she removed it, and he hung it on a nearby hook. The cross, which was stored flat against the wall, was easily maneuverable, and he pulled it out so that it was accessible from both sides. Summer had been on one before and confidently climbed up while he fastened her wrists and ankles to the beams. With her back to him, she was now facing the wall and could see the assortment of instruments hung to one side.
“Look straight ahead,” he ordered.
She diverted her eyes, taking a couple of soothing deep breaths as she felt his smooth hands run all over her arms, her back, and her legs.
“What’s your safe word, Summer?” His voice held a deep, commanding tone, which stoked the fire in her belly even more.
“Banana, sir.”
“Good girl.”
She hardly had time to bask in the delight of his response before she felt a hard “thwack” across her back.
“Aah!” she yelped as another five swats flailed her soft flesh in quick succession. Then came the warm caress of those large hands, and she sank deeper into the wooden cross.
Thwack. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! The single tail stung and soothed all at the same time, and she moaned as his hand touched her again.
She was glad he hadn’t asked her to count them out because she couldn’t. She was soon lost in her own little world. One in which only they existed and pain morphed into pleasure in a delicious cocktail of fervor and delight.
Every now and then she was aware of his soft, deep voice, soothing her, checking on her and praising her. As she floated higher on her cloud of ecstasy she felt the burn in her stomach reach a crescendo, and she screamed his name in her release.
“Good girl. I’m so proud of you,” he cooed as he gently kissed her neck. Then he carefully unfastened the straps and carried her over to the large bed.
She wasn’t sure when he had removed his clothes, but she looked up to see him standing over her, his eyes black with lust, his skin covered in a silken sheen of sweat. His monstrous manhood wept for attention, and she held her hands out to him. He quickly sheathed himself before kneeling on the bed, leaning over her panting body.
“I want you, Summer,” he whispered, his hoarse voice barely audible.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He pulled her knees out to the sides, opening up her dripping pussy for his delectation. She saw pure lust in his eyes as he gazed at her body, and in that moment nothing in the world mattered except for him.
His engorged cock kissed at her outer lips before tentatively probing deeper. She felt her body stretch to accommodate his massive size, and she moaned as he pulsed in and out of her, getting deeper with each thrust. She screamed at the delicious sensation of being ripped in two as she welcomed him in up to his hilt. He paused for a second, and she relaxed while he took her mouth in a sensual, heated kiss. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and the gorgeous soft hairs of his muscular chest tickled her breasts, tantalizing them before his hands stroked her face, her throat, and then her hard, tightened nipples. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she sa
vored every sensation his incredible form bestowed on her.
The fire raged through her body once more, and his ardor increased as he plunged in and out of her soaking pussy, sending exquisite tremors right through her heated body.
“Look at me,” he urged, and she opened her eyes to see his huge, black pupils boring into her, reflecting the desperation tearing through him.
That inexplicable look in his eyes, the rasping sound of his voice, the glorious feel of his cock—all of it—sent her plummeting over the edge. She screamed as she stared into his beautiful, contorted face, only to be rewarded with his guttural roar as he shot his load into the waiting condom. Bright silver lights filled her peripheral vision while he filled her mind, body, and soul. In that instant Summer loved that man and hated the sack that deprived her of his seed. It didn’t make sense, she knew that, but then, none of this did.
His hot body slumped to one side of her, and she snuggled in close to his skin. His strong arm came around her, holding her right where she wanted to be. They both panted, gasping for the same air as their sated bodies gradually calmed and relaxed. Summer closed her eyes and drifted into the most peaceful sleep of her life.
Nathan lay quietly while the sleeping beauty in his arms snuggled even closer to him, sighing with contentment. Her face glowed and she was smiling. He felt warmth inside him like he had never felt before. Not even when he and Sharon had made love. Love.
There it was.
The way she had quickly accepted him calling her his sub and he her Dom had astonished him. She had looked shocked at first but hadn’t voiced any objection. The way her face shone when she had heard about the possibility of the finance job—the job that he would make possible. He smiled at the satisfaction of knowing he was actually able to do something to help his vulnerable, proud sub. Of course she would explode all over again when she realized who the finance manager was, but, in a way, he would look forward to it. He would have to go to the club later to put the wheels in motion, but he knew it wouldn’t be a problem.
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