“Then don’t think,” he says. “Come here. I want to show you a place where you can let your mind rest--well, sort of,” he adds with a mischievous grin that makes me nervous.
He takes me through the small lobby to the nearest door and pulls it open. My breath catches when we step into a completely different atmosphere. Soft silk cloth dangles from the ceiling, lit by warm yellow light. We pass through a short hallway as the silk brushes against our skin, trailing behind us. The hallway leads into a bedroom where a four-poster bed dominates the space. Lit candles sit on every surface, adding a warmth to the room and a comforting, pulsing glow of light.
“Wow,” I say. “So… you just always have candles burning in here, or were you planning this?” I ask.
I can’t tell if it’s the lighting, or if Jayce actually blushes at that, but once he closes the door and turns around, I can see the change has already started to come over him. The subtle sense of humor he has come to show me in our time outside the club has somehow left his features until all that’s left is the dom I met that first night in his club.
“You said I could choose our date tonight, princess,” he says, walking toward me with no particular rush, but the look in his eyes makes his intentions painfully clear.
Doubts bubble up in my mind. I want what he’s offering, but I want a family, too. And as much as I know it would just be one more night together, I’m still afraid everything so far has just been me falling into the same old traps I always do where are concerned.
Jayce doesn’t give me time to deliberate or think. He surprises me by actually shoving me backwards onto the bed, where it feels like I sink into a cloud. Once I’ve landed, he sets to stripping out of his jacket, tie, and shirt. I watch with fascination, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of his buttons being undone and the way his tanned skin glows in the candlelight.
“You’ve been naughty, princess. I’ve been keeping track of every time you displeased me, and tonight, you pay the price.”
His words make me feel surprisingly ashamed. I’ve displeased him? Oddly enough, the fact that I’m about to be punished for displeasing him seems less upsetting to me than the possibility that I haven’t been making him happy.
“You feel guilty,” he observes, tilting my chin up and studying my face. “Don’t. You may think being my submissive is only about sex.” As if to contradict his own words, he reaches down--almost unthinkingly--and starts tenderly removing my clothes. “It’s not. The sex may be the best you’ve ever had, but it’s not the point.”
“What is?” I ask.
“Sir,” he growls, the sudden change in his face making me suck in surprised breath.
“Sir,” I add.
“The point,” he continues as if there had been no interruption. “Is that what we will create together goes beyond any traditional relationship can hope to. Together, we’ll explore the edge of our limits. We’ll push the boundaries until we’ve discovered exactly who we are and what it means for us to be together. There will be no secrets. No lies. When I’m your Dom and you’re my submissive, we will be more closely bound than you can imagine.”
My skin tingles, and it’s not just from the way his fingers brush against it as he pulls my panties down and unclasps my bra until I’m completely naked for him.
“No shame,” he says. “No doubts. No regrets. Just two bodies and two minds joining together in the most pure expression of love possible. Trust.”
I swallow hard. I’m distracted from the perfect future he promises by two glaring problems. I still don’t know if I’m pregnant, and even if I’m not, he won’t want to give me kids. Everything he says sounds amazing, yet I don’t know if it would be enough to give up my dream of a family.
Guilt swirls in my stomach as I nod anyway, too drunk on the moment to spoil everything right now. I convince myself I’ll find some way to come to terms with it when I’ve had time to think, that it’s just the effect he has on me making it so hard to puzzle out how this could work or lead to a happy future for me.
“Get on your knees for me, princess.”
His words bounce around in my head without meaning for a few seconds. I’m too distracted by my wandering thoughts and my fears to react.
“I won’t ask twice,” he says suddenly.
The sound of his voice snaps through the fog in my brain. My body moves to obey him now without question. I turn over, climbing to my hands and knees, presenting my ass to him like a prize waiting to be claimed.
A strange, creeping sense of calm comes over me. I can’t explain it, but when I’m surrendering to him, it feels like life loosens its grip on me so I can breathe again and my problems seem distant.
“Let go,” he says, running a finger down my spine as he stands beside me on the bed. “Your inhibitions are only getting in the way. Trust your submission to me again for tonight, princess. Be mine. My submissive, my property. Let me use you…”
I close my eyes. All I can manage is a soft sound between a moan and a quick breath, but it seems to be enough for him.
“But first, it’s time for your punishment.”
He reaches under the bed and comes up with a leather paddle. I can’t keep my eyes from it as he brings it up and gradually drags it down my back and ass before brushing the already wet lips of my pussy with its edge. I shiver. Goosebumps rise up across my body in the wake of its touch, and my ass is already tingling with the expectation of contact
“You’ve made me wait too long for this, princess…”
He brings the paddle down on my bare ass, making me lurch forward and gasp. It stings almost like a swarm of bees got me for a few moments, he doesn’t wait for the pain to fully subside before he brings it down again on the other side of my ass this time. “You knew I wouldn’t approve of your friend coming on our date, but you brought her anyway.”
I sink down to my forearms, eyes squeezed shut against the sting of the paddle.
“But,” he says, leaning closer to my ass until his breath brushes the tender skin where he paddled me. He plants a soothing kiss on the spot, melting the pain down until it blends together into something strange and wonderful. “I enjoyed the date very much. More than I thought I would.” He kisses the other side, until I’m left with only a swirling excitement that gathers between my legs, making my need for his even more intimate attention that much greater.
“You’ve also been very disrespectful,” he says, standing back up and moving to gather one of the candles by the bed. He brings it closer to me, holding it near his face so the flickering light casts his features in an orange glow. “And you must be punished until you learn to show me the proper respect. To address me as Sir. To heed my commands without question.”
“Turn over and lie on your back,” he says, setting the candle on the nightstand. I do as he says quickly, not wanting to disappoint him again.
He nods. It’s a small gesture, but when he makes the subtle shift from Jayce to my dom, I’m dragged into a world where the only thing that matters is pleasing him. The only pleasure or satisfaction comes from making my dom happy, in surrendering completely and trusting his guidance to be the truth. So even his slight nod is enough to send a surge of excitement and pleasure through me as I position myself on my back, lying flat while he takes his time appreciating the sight of my body.
“Gorgeous,” he says. He runs a finger down from my breast to my pussy, lifting his touch just before he reaches my clit in a way that can’t be accidental. I can sense that he wants to drag this out, and I can’t say I’m upset by the realization. “I couldn’t have made you any more perfect myself. Every line,” he says, palming my breast and squeezing firmly. “Every curve.” He grips the inside of my thigh, urging my legs open for him. “Even the way you smell,” he says, bending to kiss my mound as he breathes in deeply. “Sublime.”
I take in a shuddering breath, my back arching involuntarily as if my body is offering itself up to him.
“You were made for me, princess,” he says. He pu
lls a pair of handcuffs from under the bed and dangles them for me to see. “Cell by cell and inch by inch, you were built to be mine.” He pulls my arms over my head and clamps one cuff around my wrist, threads the other through the headboard, and then clamps my other wrist. Thankfully, the cuffs have a black fuzzy material around the metal, so even when he secures them tightly, they aren’t uncomfortable.
“Now that I’m sure you’re not going anywhere…” He picks up the candle again, lifting it above my stomach and lets a drop of wax fall just above my navel.
I flinch from the sudden heat, but much like drips of cold water, the intensity is momentary before it gives way to only the subtle reminder of heat. A tight circle forms as the wax cools and solidifies on my skin .
“And I was made to claim you,” he says, finishing his earlier thought and meeting my eyes with so much intensity I can’t seem to look away, even as I can sense the next drop of wax pooling at the end of the candle.
It patters down just below my breasts, shocking me again with a temporary burst of heat followed by a warm tightness. The next drop falls on my nipple, and the heat is so intense on the sensitive skin there that I gasp. It’s unpleasant for a second, maybe two, then an unfamiliar sensation spreads through me. Maybe this is what he was talking about--the intimacy of exploring the edge of my desires with him and trusting him to be my guide. It’s almost as if I’ve split away part of my mind in this moment. The part that normally steps in when things go outside my comfort zone and puts it to a stop. Right now I can almost feel Jayce’s presence within me, like he’s taking the control and the responsibility of that job from me.
Instead of the fear I would normally expect the realization to bring, it only makes my pussy throb with need and my chest fill with the most wonderful warmth. I’m his right now. Completely and totally his. I only have to please him.
I lose track of time as drop by drop of scorching wax covers my skin. I grow used to the sensation of heat and the gradual fade to warmth and the tight sensation of a growing coating of wax covers my body. When he starts to let drops of wax fall on my mound and my inner thighs, the heat feels so much more intense, but I don’t stop him. I let the heat come and I embrace the warmth. The last drop lands so dangerously close to my clit that I finally get ready to say something, maybe even one of the safe words. It’s as if he really does have some way of knowing my thoughts because sets the candle down on the bedside and looks back to my body, which is covered in drops of wax from my breasts to my pussy.
“Now the best part,” he says. “It’s time to clean you up.”
I bite my lip, watching as he slips out of his pants and briefs before climbing on top of me. I raise my eyebrows when he bends to use his mouth to gently work the wax away with his lips and tongue. “Is that safe to put in your mouth?” I ask.
He looks up at me with a sly expression before chewing and swallowing. “Safe and delicious. It’s edible, princess.”
“Oh.” I lean back, grinning in excited anticipation of the process ahead of him. Every drop of wax that dropped down on me is now a point of contact where his lips and tongue scour my body bit by bit. I feel him move off me to grab something else from under the bed. When I bend my neck to look up, I see him holding two jars. One is full of chocolate syrup and the other is full of whipped cream.
I laugh in surprise. “What else is under the bed?”
He smirks, dipping a spoon in the syrup and raising it so it drizzles back into the jar. “I made sure the room was equipped with everything I’d need before we arrived. And what can I say, I have a sweet tooth. What about you?” he asks, lifting the spoon again.
“Please, sir,” I say hungrily.
I expect him to bring the spoon to my mouth, but instead he straddles me so that his erect cock is only inches from my lips.
“I was thinking something sweeter, but I won’t complain,” I say.
He picks up the jar of syrup and drizzles it over the head of his cock until the excess drips down my chest, running in warm path between my breasts.
“I hope you came hungry tonight, princess.”
10
Jayce
I let my eyes close as she wraps her hot mouth around my cock, licking up the syrup like a good little submissive. She doesn’t show any sign of wanting to stop, even when the syrup is all gone. I let her continue to suck me off, occasionally adding more syrup to my cock when I think she’s done a good enough job to deserve the sweet reward, but my own appetite eventually gets the better of me.
I want to see Miley moaning and begging me for more. I want her so fucking horny that her juices are leaking from that tight little pussy and she can’t keep her moans quiet.
I dip the spoon in the syrup and pull away, loving the pouty look she gives when I take my cock from her. I drizzle syrup across her tits and her stomach, all the way down to the creases where her legs meet her pussy. Once I’m done, I add a dollop of whipped cream to her nipples and mound for no other reason than the fact that I love the taste. And I know the cold contrast will add another layer to her experience.
She writhes in the most sexy fucking way imaginable, constantly biting her full bottom lip and letting it pop back out all pink and flushed. I dip my thumb in the chocolate and smear it across her lips before sucking them into my mouth and licking her clean. I kiss my way from her jaw down to her neck and her tits, licking and kissing up every last drop of syrup and cream, taking my time as I do, knowing she’s loving every last second of it.
By the time I reach her lower stomach, she’s gasping and squirming against me, hips rising off the bed in her desperation to have my attention on her pussy. My cock throbs just thinking how wet she must already be for me and how good it would feel to bury myself inside her again. Not yet, though. Soon, but not yet.
I run my tongue down her mound, paying special attention to the syrup that found its way into the crease between her pussy and inner thigh, letting my tongue move so close to her folds that she must be ready to lose her mind.
“Please, sir,” she gasps. “I need it.”
I look up from between her legs, enjoying the view of her body still glistening from the work I’ve done cleaning her up and her hands cuffed to the headboard above her head. “Tell me what you need, princess. Beg me for it.”
“I need your mouth. Your cock. Your fingers. Whatever you’ll give me. But I need to cum so bad it hurts.”
“Since you forgot to call me Sir,” I say tauntingly. “It’s going to keep hurting a little longer.”
I scoop out some whipped cream and smear it on her toes, which I take into my mouth and suck clean one by one. She closes her eyes and presses her head back into the pillows, lips parting beautifully for me. I let my eyes wander to her slick pussy, which looks so undeniably ready for my cock that I know I’ve reached the limits of my patience. I need to have her, to take her, to own every fucking inch of her tight little hole.
I grab a condom from beside the bed and slip it on, noticing an odd expression on Miley’s face as I do. Maybe she was hoping I’d take her unprotected again, but I can’t take the chance. That was a mistake. A reckless mistake. I can’t afford to get Miley pregnant and risk her health because of my selfish desire to have a child. Maybe that’s over-the-top, but the guilt I feel over my mother’s death sticks with me every day of my life. Along with it comes the fear that I could do the same thing to the woman I love.
No fucking way. No kids. No pregnancy. No risk to my princess. I don’t care how good her having my baby might sound. It’s just not a risk I can take. So she can give me that pouty look all she wants, but I’m wearing a rubber.
Her disappointment is forgotten when I grip the base of my cock and give it to her in one powerful thrust. She takes in a quick burst of air through her nose and her eyes shoot open. I know she’ll feel a slight pain from being entered so suddenly, a stretching sensation maybe, but it will pass. When it does, the pleasure will seem that much more intense by contrast.
; “You like that, princess?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” she moans.
I bend my neck to suck her nipple into my mouth, biting slightly before I pull away. It should sting for a moment--long enough to remind her to fucking call me Sir.
“Sir,” she says like a good girl.
I grin, pulling her legs up higher so I can get even deeper inside her. She digs her heels into my ass, pulling me in with each thrust, begging me for every inch of cock I’ll give her and more.
“Jayce,” she gasps.
I want to draw this out, to make her wait for more, to make her beg until her throat is hoarse, but I can’t stop myself. I drive myself into her again and again, drawing out the most delicious moans from her with every thrust of my hips. When I feel her walls tighten around me and her body tenses, my own orgasm comes roaring from me. I keep fucking her until I’ve emptied every last drop of my cum inside the condom and she’s lying breathless and still.
Once I’ve thrown away the condom and slipped my pants back on, I move back to Miley, who is waiting so beautifully for me on the bed with her hands still cuffed. I unlock them and check her wrists for any sign of bruising or chafing. There’s a slight indent from where the cuffs pressed into the base of her palms, so I apply lotion and rub the area until I see some of the color return to her skin.
“I like how you look after me when we’ve finished, sir,” she says.
I favor her with a smile to let her know she did well remembering to pay me the proper respect. For once. But I actually enjoy that she’s still prone to moments of defiance. My idea of the perfect submissive has always been one who wants to please me above all else, but who also has a mischievous side and tempts my wrath from time to time. As with everything else, Miley fits the mold of what I want perfectly in that regard.
“Of course,” I say, moving my attention now to all the places I dripped wax across her body. Her skin is slightly pink in some areas. It would pass in a few minutes without my help, but I take the excuse to apply more lotion to my hands and rub it into her soft skin, spending more time than I need to on her breasts. “What we do together is about control, above all else. I don’t expect that I will ever do anything to cause you true harm, but it’s important for me to make sure there were no accidents. No rashes, no bruises, no cuts. I have to be sure you’re as perfect as you were the moment you submitted to me.”
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