Mouse reached up to unbutton his shirt. Teasing the buttons open one by one. As each opened, it revealed more of his muscled body, so she followed her fingers with her mouth, licking his warm skin. She smiled when he groaned and his fingers wound into her hair, encouraging her.
“Do I have permission to continue, Sir?”
“Hell yeah,” he groaned.
She chuckled. Kneeling in front of him, she tugged his shirt from his pants and finished unbuttoning it. He peeled the shirt off and dropped it beside her. Their eyes connected and the fire in his blue eyes made her gasp, her pussy dampening.
Mouse unfastened his belt then slowly lowered the zipper of his pants. She took his erection in her hand with a sigh. A pearly drop of pre-come coated the tip of his long, thick cock, so she stretched up to run her tongue over him. He threw his head back with another groan.
“God, that feels good, Mouse.”
“I’m glad,” she purred. “I want to give you pleasure, Sir.”
“You’re succeeding brilliantly.”
She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the straining knob. From the first moment they met she’d wanted to suck him. Having him in her mouth was so much better than her fantasies. Mouse cupped his balls and stroked him while she sucked his cock, watching his reactions. Every time he shuddered… Every groan he made combined to give her a sense of power unlike anything she’d ever felt before. And a sense of purpose too.
He gently pulled back, stopping her so she frowned.
“Aren’t I doing it right?”
Tor smiled. “Honey, if you did it any more right, I’d come all over you.”
“I might like that.”
“So would I, but we’ve got a long night to enjoy, and I don’t want this to go too fast.” He held out his hand and she took it. “Stand up.” She followed his orders, staring up at him. Mesmerized by the command in every line of his face. “Now turn around and watch us in the mirror across the room.”
She faced away and found them reflected in an old-fashioned standing mirror. Tor lowered her zipper then stepped close so she could feel his body heat pressed against her. He let her dress drop to the floor.
“Reach down. Push your panties off and shimmy out of them.”
Mouse did as directed while he continued to tease and torment her tight nipples. The panties fell to the floor at her feet so she stood in nothing but her high heels.
“Step out of your dress and panties then kick them to the side.”
Mouse took a gasping breath but followed his orders again.
He groaned in her ear. “You are so fucking hot.”
“Really?”
“Really. Now take a wider stance then lean back against me again.”
When she obeyed, he sighed. “Beautiful. Your hard little clit is peeking out at me from between your swollen cunt lips.” He reached one hand down to flick at her clit.
“Oh Tor…”
“You like that?”
“Yes…”
Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to tease her—stroking her clit and pinching her nipple. Mouse spread her feet farther apart. His forefinger rolled over her clit as if it were a perfect pink pearl inside an oyster.
“Oh…that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” She sighed at his deep-throated chuckle.
With his other hand, he palmed her breasts, pinching first one nipple then the other. She gasped when he cupped her pussy and one of his fingers slipped inside her. Teasing in and out, making her hips roll in response.
Mouse grasped his thighs. Holding tight to keep from collapsing in a heap. The crisp hair on his chest teased her back while he pressed his hard cock against the small of her back.
She whimpered when he slid a second finger inside her wet pussy while he continued to stroke her clit with his thumb.
“Oh yes. Please…”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, Master. Please can I come?” His hands paused on her and her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze in the mirror. Her breaths rushing out in gasps.
Tor lifted his hand from her breast to cup her chin, turning her head gently he took her lips with his. She opened for him, soft cries escaping into his mouth. With his other hand, he intensified his stroking of her pussy. Three fingers plunged in and out while he kept up a steady pressure on her quivering clit. Tweaking it, stroking it. Her clit tightened painfully and she thrust into his hands.
“Oh God, yes. Please, Master… Please don’t stop.”
Tor growled, nipping at her lips. Her belly fluttered. She thrust her pussy onto his fingers, twisting her hips while she sobbed against his mouth.
“Come for me, honey. Let go.”
She cried out as waves of pleasure hit her body. Her nipples tightened painfully as she shuddered. He continued to pump his fingers, drawing out her pleasure while she clung to him. Finally, he eased off, his touch growing gentler. She turned her face toward his neck. She sighed happily when he rubbed his chin against her forehead.
“That was a lovely sight. Watching you lose yourself in my touch.”
“I’m glad it pleased you.” She kissed his neck, resting against him in the afterglow.
“It did.” He cradled her close. “Mouse, did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” She lifted her gaze to his.
“You called me Master.” His voice was soft, caressing her, but her face heated. She knew that calling him her master was a big deal. When she met his gaze, he looked so very serious.
“I’m sorry.” She started to pull away, but before she could, her feet tangled up in her dress and she started to fall off her heels. He caught her and eased her onto the bed, following her down. He trapped her under his weight and grasped her wrists, lifting them above her head to hold them in place. She stared at him, tears gathering in her eyes.
“Why apologize?”
“I know it’s important when a submissive calls a Dominant her Master. I shouldn’t have done it without being invited.” She looked away, taking a deep breath and blinking tears away…unsuccessfully.
Tor pressed a kiss to her cheek then lifted his head. “Mouse, look at me.”
Reluctantly, she met his gaze again. “Yes?”
“When we were at the club and I interrupted your scene with Drago, do you remember what he asked me?”
“What authority granted you the right to intervene.”
“And what was my answer?”
Mouse stared up into his blue eyes and racked her brain. She hadn’t really been thinking too clearly just then. “Um…” She frowned. What had he said? Then she blinked as it clicked in her brain. “That you were my Master?”
“That I was your Master…if you’d have me.”
“Oh.” She blinked as tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes. “Oh my.”
“The submissive chooses who to give herself to, and I’d very much like you to give yourself to me. But it’s ultimately up to you, Mouse.”
“You really want me?”
“Very much. If you want me too, because it’s a big commitment.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to wear my collar.”
She shifted her hands and realized he still held them against the bed. He released her and she wrapped her arms around him to hold him close, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
“Is that a yes?” He smiled down at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the sexy way they always did when he laughed.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, tracing the dimple in his cheek with her finger. “I’d like nothing better.”
“Good.”
He laughed and covered her face with kisses, kissing away her tears, making her giggle. His eyes darkened as he looked down at her breasts.
“Mine. All mine.”
“And you don’t share your toys,” she teased.
“No, I don’t. Not ever.”
She ran her fingers along his strong jaw. He could be so pugnacious sometim
es. Argumentative even. But then there were times like right now, when he was gentle. Loving. She traced his lips, smiling when he nipped her fingertips.
Mouse arched in his arms, feeling a different kind of power exchange when he groaned as she teased his bare chest with her tight nipples. She felt as if she were in control of him…for just a moment. Then he reasserted himself by cupping her ass in one hand and cradling her breast with the other. He dipped his head to run his tongue along the edge of her areola. She sighed, closing her eyes. Giving herself into his keeping, certain that he’d protect her. Care for her. She felt truly safe for the first time in…years.
“I want to feel you inside me.” He raised his brows and waited. For a minute she didn’t know what he was waiting for, but then she understood. It was all about consent and making a request. She smiled up at him. “Please make love to me, Master. Please fill me with your hard cock now that we both know who we’re making love to.”
“I think I can grant that request and happily too.” His face relaxed and he returned her smile. She loved the way his gaze lingered on her body and hunger filled his eyes. “And I think we’ll start with binding you.” He kissed her neck, his breath teasing her ear. She shivered. “Does that work for you, Mouse?”
“Yes, Master. I think that would be wonderful.”
“Yeah, so do I.” Tor grinned.
Chapter Seven
He’d been in committed relationships with submissives in the past, but he’d never given his collar to anyone before because it had never felt right. But this was. Tor studied her wide eyes. He could see that Mouse didn’t realize how seriously he viewed her acceptance of his collar, but she’d learn. Tonight. He loved this woman and he wanted to spend the rest of the night showing her that love before he finally whispered it in her ear when they were both sated and exhausted. Then he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving and protecting her.
Tor leaned back, releasing her arms. She began to sit up with him, but he gave her a look, which she read correctly, lying down again. He winked at her. How thoroughly should he tie her? Would she accept being bound tightly? Lovingly? Then he remembered her fascination with the Kinbaku rope bondage expert Mistress Kimika. Bondage would please Mouse as much as it did him. Tor studied her from the tip of her wild curls to the bottom of her soft feet.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest and pressing her legs together. She was withdrawing, almost as if she thought there was a problem with her. Time for a little honesty.
“I’m considering the best way for our night to continue and how much binding to use on you.”
“How much binding?” She tilted her head. “You mean you’d do more than just tie me to the bed?”
“Much more, if you’ll let me.”
“Are you talking about...um…Shibari?” Her face colored. She licked her lips, pressing her thighs together.
“In Kinbaku, it’s the journey as much as the destination that’s important.”
“Kinbaku?”
“The traditional term for Shibari. And it’s the tying that’s the seduction.”
She looked up at him, rubbing her thighs together again. “Is it?”
Tor swallowed, his cock tightening with anticipation. “Yes.” He leaned forward to trace his thumb along her cheekbone. Her eyes were wide but trusting, and few things were as sexy to him as the trust of a submissive. His submissive. “You really are beautiful, you know?” he murmured.
“You don’t have to say that.”
He met her gaze again. “No, I don’t. I’m saying it because I mean it.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his. When she attempted to deepen the kiss, he lifted his head.
“Now what should you say if you want to stop?”
“Red.”
He nodded. “And if you’re uncomfortable or uncertain?”
“Yellow.”
“Correct. Are you certain you want to continue, Mouse? You’ll let me bind you?”
Now was the moment of truth. Would she go forward? She bit her lower lip and stared at him. Considering him. He wanted to touch her. Caress her. But this decision had to be all hers. He wouldn’t coerce her in any way—not even with her own desire—or his.
“Yes, Master. I want this. I trust you.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Let me find us some rope.”
She nodded. His stomach twisted as her trust radiated from her. God, she was beautiful like this, and every time he looked at her, she grew lovelier.
Mouse watched him clear the floor of their clothes and enter his large closet. She licked her dry lips as she listened to him move things around.
He made several trips to the bed, leaving lengths of rope secured by something looking like a chain stitch and a pair of safety shears. He crossed the room to a small refrigerator and brought back two bottles of water. He handed her one.
“Drink some of this.” She took it and looked at him. “You need to stay hydrated. Drink.” Mouse opened the bottle and drank some of the water. “Now stand up beside the bed.” He held out his hand and she took it, smiling as he helped her stand.
Mouse contemplated the possibilities. She should be scared, but instead her clit started to throb as she grew moist.
“This is turning me on,” she whispered, surprised. Just thinking about it aroused her. She could only imagine how incredible it would be when he’d finished tying her.
“I know.” He caressed her briefly. “We’ll start with something fairly simple tonight.”
He walked to the side of the room to kick off his shoes and socks then peeled off his pants before returning to her. He was hot—as hot as she’d imagined. His wide shoulders and narrowed hips were knit together with firm muscles which were lightly covered with ginger hair. Mouse longed to run her fingers over him…from head to foot. But she didn’t, instead waiting for his orders.
Tor picked one of the ropes from the bed, loosening the chain stitch that kept it looped together then he took a slow deep breath. Closing his eyes, he ran the entire length of the rope through his fingers and then he turned the rope over and went back in the other direction before slowly opening his eyes. Something about him had changed. His focus had narrowed on her, putting him utterly in the moment. His gaze struck her to the core, making butterflies collide in her tummy and her nipples tighten.
“Come here, Mouse.”
Her breath hitched at the command in his tone. Without a word of dissent or sass, she approached. He brought the rope over her head so it lay against her chest like a very long necklace. She looked up at him.
“Are you ready, love?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“If you change your mind, use your safe word.”
“I understand. May I caress you while you tie me?”
“Not tonight. I need to concentrate.”
Mouse nodded. If she couldn’t touch him, at least she could look at him and feel his fingers as they manipulated the rope against her skin. He stared at the rope where it rested along her breastbone.
“I’m going to tie a series of knots down the rope.”
“Pearls?”
“Yes. Very good.”
She dropped her gaze, only for it to be captured by Tor’s impressive erection. While she stared at his cock, he reached forward and took the rope in his hands. He created one knot at her breast bone just slightly above her breasts. As the rope slid along her skin, she shivered. It was soft, caressing her as it moved. He tied another knot just below her breasts then another high on her abdomen and one low on her belly. Each touch of his fingers or the rope teased her. Sensitized her, so she was almost painfully aware of him. The rope now hung down along the center line of her body in front of her.
“Now we reach a special knot,” he purred.
He crouched in front of her with his hard cock straining upward along his abdomen. She wanted to suck him so badly, but her only task right now was to obey, so her
hunger remained unanswered, her clit swollen and throbbing. Tor looked up at her and their gazes locked. He grinned.
“I think you’ll like this one…at least at first.”
He took the two strands of loose rope in his fingers, pulling it against her. His fingers slid between her pussy lips, pinpointing her clit. She jumped at his touch then he rubbed the hard nub lightly, making her squirm and her pussy dampen. He withdrew his touch, tying a knot before he drew the rope between her thighs.
“Widen your stance.”
She obeyed, still watching him. He pulled the rope up in back so it was drawn between her swollen pussy lips in front and between her ass cheeks in back. The knot he’d tied rode just above her clit. She might survive it if she didn’t move too much.
“That doesn’t look quite right.” He parted her labia so he could see where the knot fell, making her face flame. Tor’s stare made her feel naughty…sexy. His brow crinkled as he studied the knot’s placement. “Nope. It’s a little high, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“No, it’s fine.”
He glanced up at her, grinning. “Oh no, Mouse. I’m not going to let you off easy on this one. I want you wriggling every time that knot presses against your clit.”
“If you move the knot, I’ll be wriggling nonstop.”
“Exactly.” He eased the knot enough so he could slide it. “Reach behind you and hold the rope for me while I adjust this.”
“Yes, Master.”
He chuckled when she sighed. The rat. Yet, as the knot pressed tight to her engorged clit, Mouse shuddered. God, it felt good. The adjustment he made to the placement of the knot had her longing to reach down and move it. The pressure was constant, making her breath quicken.
“Very nice. Now turn around.” Mouse obeyed, releasing the rope when he took it out of her hands. “Pull your ass cheeks apart.” She gasped but complied. Her face heated as she imagined how she looked to him while he surveyed her ass. The swipe of his finger against her tight asshole made her jump again, emitting a little squeak. He laughed and stroked her again. This time she didn’t jump. Instead she bit her lip, closing her eyes as he gently caressed her. She pushed back toward his probing finger, yearning for penetration.
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