Her Sir

by Megan Slayer

  “Andi?” He crept over to her. Christ, she took his breath away. “Honey?”

  “Sir.” A crop lay in front of her on the carpet. “I wish to play, Sir.”

  “You do?” He loosened his tie. “How long have you been waiting?”

  “Not long.”

  “Good.” He rolled up his sleeves. “You wish to play?”

  “I do, Sir. My safeword is purple, and I don’t wish to use it.” She didn’t look up at him, but instead offered him the crop.

  “Very good.” He took the crop from her, then slapped the flat end against his hand. How’d she know he could use a scene? He picked up the handle of the leash. “Crawl.” He wanted to do the scene in the playroom. He kept his necktie in his free hand. “Come with me.”

  She crawled beside him, and when he stopped in the playroom, she did, too. She rubbed her cheek against his thigh.

  “Good girl. You’ve been lonely today?” he asked.

  “No, Sir,” she said. “Mary visited.”

  He tensed. Mary. Fucking balls. He liked Mary, but he couldn’t help being irked. Mary was Lucy’s sister and reminded him of his past mistakes. Had she told Andi about their connection? He had to play cool. “I’m glad you weren’t alone.”

  “No, Sir.” She sat at his feet.

  “You’re sure you don’t want use your safeword?”

  “I’m sure.” She rested her head against his leg. “I’m at your disposal.”

  “Good girl.” He let go of the leash and stepped behind her. He covered her eyes with the necktie. “Good?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She shivered as he moved in front of her. Her nipples beaded.

  “Beautiful.” He swept his gaze over her. “Stand.” He grasped her fingers and helped her to her feet.

  “Yes, Sir.” She managed to stand and allowed him to guide her to the St. Andrew’s cross. He faced her away from him. “Hands.” When she complied, he clicked the cuffs onto the fasteners on the cross. He smoothed his palm over her bare ass. “Mine.”

  “Yes, Sir. All yours.” Goosebumps stood out on her backside.

  “Good.” He raked his nails down her back, leaving red marks. “Did you think about me?” He ran the flat end of the crop over her butt and caressed her.

  “Yes, Sir. I missed you, too.” She tugged against the cuffs. “I craved your hand on me.”

  “Just one hand?” He smacked her ass once. A red mark darkened her pale skin. “Or more?”

  “More, Sir. Both.” She groaned and stuck out her butt. “Punish me, Sir.”

  “Yes.” He peppered her bottom with blows from the crop. Her skin shimmered and blossomed red. The stress of his day evaporated, and he embraced the passion within him. All he wanted to do was make her happy. He stopped spanking her, then kissed Andi’s shoulder. He flattened his hand on her ass. She arched into him again and moaned. He nibbled along the side of her neck. “I thought about you, too. How much I wanted to be right here.” He slid his finger down the crack of her ass.

  “Yes, Sir. Take me. Fuck me, Sir.” She wriggled beneath his palm.

  “Are you wet?” He parted her thighs. “Tell me.” He pushed one digit between her pussy lips. Christ, she was so fucking wet. He wanted to taste her. He tossed the crop onto the table beside the cross, then knelt behind her. He arranged her legs, opening her body to him.

  “I’m so wet for you, Sir. I can’t wait.” She widened her stance. “Please, Sir?”

  Instead of answering her, he tilted her hips. Her pussy glistened. Her bright pink skin enticed him. He couldn’t believe she belonged to him. The moment she’d walked into the club had changed his life. He buried his face between her legs and lapped at her. She tasted like wine. Delicious. He caressed her asshole with the pad of his thumb, but didn’t breach her.

  She shuddered. “Sir.”

  He sucked hard on her clit and stroked her hole. She writhed on him, pushing down on his finger. Dean stopped and pulled away. He liked to keep her on the edge and craving him.

  “Sir.” She whimpered. “Please?”

  “What?” He swatted her ass with the flat of his hand. “Tell me.”

  “I want you, Sir.” She shuddered again. “Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He resumed licking her. He swirled his tongue across her labia, then raked his teeth across her clit. When she moaned, he speared one finger into her cunt. He could listen to her forever. He bit her inner thigh, leaving a mark.

  “Sir.” She panted. The cuffs jangled. “More.”

  He fucked her with one, then two fingers. He spanked in time with his fingers moving in and out of her. Her entire body trembled. She bucked against him.

  “Sir.” She clawed at the air.

  He stopped once more, then stood and wiped his chin. “Not yet.”

  “What?” She turned her head. “Sir?”

  “I’m not done.” He retrieved a bottle of lube from the table. She straightened up a bit. She needed time to rest, but he wasn’t ready to quit. He swatted her ass. He wanted her right on the very edge of coming apart. “Is this mine?”

  She whimpered. “Yes, Sir.” Andi arched her back and offered up her backside. “Please?”

  “Yes.” He dribbled lube down the crack of her ass and over her hole. Without giving her time to think, he pushed one finger into her ass, opening her.

  Andi relaxed around him and grunted. She ground on his digit. “Thank you, Sir.” Her voice dropped an octave. “Fuck.”

  “Good girl.” He spanked her. “Next time I’ll punish you for your filthy mouth. Breathe for me.”

  She rested her forehead against the cross. Her legs twitched.

  He unzipped, then shoved his slacks and boxer briefs down his thighs. He slathered his dick with lube. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel her surrounding him. He eased his finger out of her hole, then lined his dick up with the puckered ring of skin. “Mine.” He pushed. “All mine.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she managed. “Oh, fuck. I’m all yours.” Her breaths turned ragged. She pulled against the cuffs and grunted again.

  He grasped her hips. His dress shirt sagged in the way. Fucking shirt. He let go of her long enough to open the garment. Buttons flew across the room. He shoved the remnants of his shirt down his arms, then resumed fucking her ass. He built into a steady rhythm. Dean moved with abandon as she caressed him from within. He could lose himself in her ass. Christ, he was addicted to her. She was in his soul. Fuck the fake marriage shit. After the election, he’d whisk her off to Vegas to make the marriage real. Heat spiraled through him. Blood rushed to his dick. The orgasm built low in his belly, then overtook him. He pistoned into her.

  “Sir,” she said. “Oh … Jesus fuck. May I come, Sir? Please?” Her words came out brittle. “I need to.”

  The cuffs rattled and the cross thunked against the wall from the sheer force of his thrusts. He clawed at her hips. No more waiting. He’d toyed with her twice. Time to climax. “Come for me.”

  She shivered. “Sir.” A moan escaped her throat. “Thank you, Sir.” She tensed, then slumped against the restraints. “Oh, my God.”

  She’d said it. His movements turned feral as the orgasm overtook him. The stress in his body and the tension in his mind melted away. He focused on her and the way she made him feel—complete. He added four extra thrusts as the climax passed. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Dean kissed her back and gasped for breath. “So good.”

  “Uh-huh.” She rubbed her butt against his groin. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Although he wanted to stay connected to her a lot longer, he managed to stand and withdraw from her ass. He tugged his pants and underwear over his hips, then draped his shirt over her form. He unlocked the cuffs and kept one arm around her as he loosened the knot on the tie. “Keep your eyes closed for a moment.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She snuggled into him as he removed the leather collar and leash.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She slid her arms th
rough the sleeves of the shirt.

  He removed the leather cuffs. “How’d you know I needed that?” He kissed her and tossed the cuffs onto the floor. “Finding you on your knees was the perfect way to come home. I’d love it if you greeted me that way more often.”

  “Sir.” She blushed. “I can do that. I want to please you.”

  “You did.” He stared at her. Something had changed between them. He knew to his core he loved her. Was that the issue? Or something more? “Andi?”

  “Sir.” She straddled his lap. The shirt parted, giving him glimpses of her bare skin. “Yes?”

  He’d spent all day on paperwork and dealing with Trey. He wasn’t in the mood to play games. “What happened today?”

  “You didn’t like my surprise? I thought you just said you enjoyed it.” She frowned. “Sir?”

  “I never said I didn’t like it. I loved what you did.” He palmed her thighs.

  “But?” She met his gaze. “You don’t trust me?”

  “I trust you to my core.” He tucked her hair behind her ears. “But there’s a different air in here.”

  She shrugged. “Mary visited, but I told you that.”

  “You did.” He’d hoped he’d misunderstood her. So much for hoping. “And?”

  “We didn’t go anywhere. We stayed here and talked.” She sighed. “We chatted about food trucks, art, and being lonely. I think we discussed a shopping trip, too.”

  “You want me to stick around home more or are you trying to get rid of me?”

  She frowned again. “I’d love a chance to go out—even more if you’re the one going along with me, but I’ll live. I’d love to see my friends more, but Mary came over, so I’m good.”

  “Ah.” He didn’t believe her. She had something she wasn’t ready to say, he could just feel it.

  She tugged at the sides of the shirt. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but you can read my mind. Mary and I talked about other stuff.”

  “You mentioned you’d had a conversation.” He wanted to pry, but he didn’t want to look too eager.

  “About us.”

  Fuck. “Oh?” His stomach soured, and he wanted to puke. Mary could give away so much information. He wasn’t worried about Andi finding out his truth, but he’d wanted to be the one to tell her. “What did she say?”

  Chapter Nine

  Dean’s heart beat triple time as he waited for her answer. He cared about Andi so much and worried he’d lose her because he’d kept his mouth shut.

  Andi tugged on his nipple piercing. “Mary told me to stop being selfish. She said I’m thinking about me and my loneliness, not what you’ve done for me.” She nodded and placed her finger over his mouth. “She’s right. You put yourself out for me. I’ve been a brat and ungrateful, so I wanted to show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done.”

  He wasn’t sure what to say. She didn’t owe him anything.

  She met his gaze. “Mary told me the truth, too. About your job and your connection to her.”

  He tensed. “Andi,” he said around her finger. He could only imagine what Mary might have said.

  “I know she’s Lucy’s sister.”

  His heart clenched. Christ. “Babe.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “Huh?” He hadn’t expected her to say that.

  “I mean, you don’t need my approval, and I’m not upset. Lucy is part of your past like Trey’s part of mine. I hope you don’t hate Mary, though. Or me. She just thought she’d help.”

  He struggled for words. “That wasn’t the way I’d planned to tell you.”

  “I figured as much, Sir.” She smiled. “The other thing is what’s bothering me, and I’ve had too much time to think about it—which didn’t help.”

  Fuck. He never should’ve left her alone. “What other thing?”

  “You’re part of the city council,” she said, her cadence fast.

  “It’s not a secret.” But now she knew.

  “I didn’t realize you were a member. I guess I didn’t pay attention during that election.” She edged her shoulder up in a small shrug. “I’ve had a lot of time to mull over this knowledge. At first, I was angry you’d lied by omission, but then I concluded it’s nothing to be mad about. Being on city council isn’t an easy thing. You should be proud. I am very proud of you, and the more I considered things, I realized how important and sexy your job is, too. I might have to ask you to wear your business suit during one of our scenes. You should be the bazillionaire and I’ll be the naughty servant girl.”

  He hadn’t thought about the possibility of that scene, but the idea intrigued him. “I suppose.” More like hell yes.

  “I don’t know.” She licked her lips. “You’re in a suit. Me like this … waiting like tonight. Maybe a plug and some stockings.” Her blush deepened, and she paused. “I get it.”

  The fantasy of coming home to her naked and ready turned him on, but he had to focus. “What do you get?”

  “The power exchange. It makes sense. You’re in control during the scene, but I can stop it. I’ve got the option to change things or mix it up, too. We’re equals just like I wanted.” She flattened her palm on his chest over his heart. “It took me too long to understand, but I do.”

  “We are equals, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” But he thanked God she understood. She got him when no one else did.

  “I do have one question,” she said.

  “Go for it.” The big stuff was out. With no surprises possible, he relaxed, but expected something off the wall.

  “Did you bring me here because of what Trey had done or to keep your activity quiet? I assume the people of Cridersville—other than me—know what you are, especially since Justin is on council, too. No one cares?”

  Ah, he’d wondered when she’d ask about his job and her living with him. “That’s two questions.” Not that he’d argue.

  “You’re right.” She bowed her head. “Sorry.”

  “Refer to Master Justin as such. You know better,” he said. “If you slip, he will refer punishment, and you might not like what he’ll dish out—even if I’m the one doing the dishing.”

  “Maybe I’m looking for punishment,” she said. “But I will alter my behavior. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Better.” Though he did love her sass. “To answer your first question, I brought you here and want you to stay because I want you. Yes, sweetheart. I want you. Trey nudged me into moving faster, but I’d already planned on staking a claim the next time I saw you downstairs. I care about you more than I’d realized. Was I worried he’d screw with me if he knew you and I were together? No. I told him I married you, and I have no regrets. I’d rather he ran with that info instead of thinking you’re scared and he’s got power.”

  Her eyes widened. “Really?”

  “I can protect you better when I’m in control—not of you, but in control of the situation. I hold the cards, and he’s scrambling. He wants me to hide. Fuck him. I’m not hiding or changing. I’ve got the majority on my side and you in my heart,” he said. “That’s more important.”

  “Sir.” She covered herself. “Thank you. I owe you so much.”

  “You owe me nothing,” he said. “As for Master Justin and what he thinks, he’s my best friend, but not my keeper—like I told you. No one cares about what Justin and I do in private because we don’t flaunt it at the meetings. Trey keeps bringing it up because he has nothing else on us.” But he wished the little prick would shut his mouth.

  She bowed her head again. “I’m sorry I doubted you, Sir.”

  “You care and that’s special.” He tipped her chin and kissed her. Time to be honest. “What we’ve got between us is touchy because we trust each other, but we don’t trust ourselves. You’re afraid I won’t love you, and I’m scared I won’t be good enough for you.”

  “You’re good enough.” She draped her arms around his shoulders. “Always have been. I wouldn’t have told you I love you if I doubted your worth. I
believe I also said I’d get you to love me.”

  He owed her those words. Why fight what he felt to his core? “I love you, Andi.” Christ. He’d done it—he’d crossed the final line. No going back. “All the way.”

  “Sir.” She toyed with the hairs at the base of his skull. “I love you, too.”

  The weight he’d carried on his shoulders dissipated. He’d thought he’d regret telling her how he truly felt, but he didn’t. He kissed her again. Being with Andi made him complete. He rested his forehead against hers. “So now do you believe me? I don’t collar just anyone. I collared you because I love you.”

  “I believe you.” She rubbed her nose along his. “I kind of had a feeling that was the case—with the collaring—but I did have some doubts … mostly in me.”

  “Why?”

  She sighed and stayed close. “I worried you’d get tired of me or you’d tell me this was all a product of the election and once the vote concluded you’d dump me.”

  “You’re the one who wanted a place,” he said. She’d insisted on an out. Had she changed her mind?

  “I did.”

  “But?” He looked her in the eye. “Tell me.”

  “I had to protect myself. I had to look out for me since no one else has until now.” She shook her head. “I was scared you’d change your mind. I needed to know I’d have somewhere to go when that happened. Then I learned about your job on the council, and my fear ran rampant. You’re an important businessman and part of the community. I’m just an artist and not important.”

  “You’re worried I’d dump you because we’re opposite?” he blurted. “No. That’s not how this works.”

  “Maybe, but my thoughts got the best of me. I thought you’d have someone like Lucy waiting. I didn’t want to be relegated to being just your sub or your mistress,” she said. Her shoulders shook, and she averted her gaze.