by A. C. Melody
“My collar, Master?”
“Your submission, Tessa.” The erotic growl in his tone shivered all the way through her cells. “Your submission is unbelievably enticing.”
She should have known that would be his answer. She’d known all along it was the part of her he was attracted to the most. Yet, hearing him say as much touched her deeper than she’d been prepared for, because he made it sound special. As if her submission was not only different from others, but somehow better.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I was merely pointing out that you don’t have to try to seduce me, pet, but you’re welcome. Now, look at me.”
That made her feel more like preening, but she kept it to herself and lifted her gaze to see him pulling the stuffed wolf from the bag.
“Care to explain this?” he asked, perching it on his knee.
“The sign said to pick the animal that best represented our Master or Mistress,” she replied, gnawing on the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
He didn’t seem to find any humor in it.
“So you chose a dog?” he arched a brow.
“It’s a wolf.”
His stare was intense. “You think your Master is like a wolf?”
Tessa's nod was hesitant, her humor draining, as it appeared he was far more serious than she could have guessed. “Wolves are very noble creatures, Master.”
“Noble?” he all but scoffed in contradiction. “You’ve missed your lessons in French lore, pet. What else?”
“Graceful, fierce, intelligent, dominant,” she rattled off.
“Poaching, predatory, territorial scavengers,” he concluded darkly.
“Master, foxes are scavengers. Wolves are great hunters who protect their own.”
His eyes widened in a flash and she dropped hers, fretting over his reaction. She didn’t understand why he was having such a problem being compared to a wolf, when she’d meant it as a great compliment.
“Did I give you permission to look away from me?” It was a warning, however calm.
“No, Master,” she sulked, lifting her eyes again. “I’m sorry my choice offended you.”
“It didn’t offend me, little fox,” he sighed, glancing at the wolf again, before setting it aside. “I was concerned the comparison was more negative than positive, but you’ve given me your take on it, proving my worries unnecessary. I’m honored you hold me in such high regard.”
Tessa couldn’t respond, because she could feel an impending ‘but’ hanging in the air between them. He didn’t make her wait for it, sitting forward and caressing the top of her thighs with his fingers.
“But let me be brutally honest with you, Tessa, as we should always be with one another. I am both sides of that beast.”
Trapped in his penetrating gaze, her concern melted away. Did he think that scared her? His predatory side was one of the first things she’d picked up on, and it had only grown more alluring with time.
“I know, Master.”
“Which brings me to our next item,” he said right away, plucking the chastity belt from the bag. “Why in the world did you choose this?”
Tessa swallowed, blood warming her cheeks from the way he’d seemed so appalled by the thing when she’d first brought it to him. “I thought it would please you, Master.”
He nodded. “I believe that, little fox. That’s one of your greatest strengths as a submissive; you’re particularly mindful of your Master’s desires. Unfortunately, this enters an area of kink I have no knowledge in. I had to do some research to get a better understanding of its modern-day purpose. It seems to be a need felt more strongly by the belt wearer, than the key holder, so is having your chastity under lock and key truly one of your desires, Tessa?”
She opened her mouth, closed it and stared at the package. There was something intriguing about it, but she couldn’t tell if that was for herself or him. “I’m not sure, Master.”
“Because you don’t fully understand what it means,” he deduced with a nod. He was right, she had no clue. “Let me give you just one basic aspect of it, Tessa. Right now, you refrain from touching yourself because you know that’s standard protocol for a submissive, and you want to be a good girl, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
To be more accurate, it was one of the first and continuous behavior modifications she’d been conditioned to adhere to. It was less something she actively refrained from, and more like second nature.
“But in a normal dynamic, you wouldn’t be under your Master’s watchful eye twenty-four-seven,” he continued. “If I tormented you with orgasm denial, then left you alone in the suite for several hours, you would be very tempted to pleasure yourself, wouldn’t you?”
She would, even though she’d fight like hell against it. “Yes, Master.”
“Now, imagine that you couldn’t,” he said with something hot and dangerously thrilling underlining his tone. “Not just that you shouldn’t, but that you’ve given complete control of your chastity to your Master. That your pleasure is one-hundred percent mine to own and dictate. There’d be no option of damning the consequences. No release, unless I granted it. You’d never feel guilty for being bad, Tessa...but wouldn’t that just make you want to touch yourself even more? Wouldn’t you think about it all the time?”
Oh, God.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Her blood felt thick with the imagined arousal and torment, being excruciatingly aware of her own sex every minute of the day, because she couldn’t just reach between her legs and touch herself.
“I imagine that was the main purpose behind your Victorian household,” he said. “The very second something is deemed forbidden, it becomes the sole focus of your desires, a single-minded obsession. Do you know how dangerous a tool that is to give your Master, Tessa, when I already know how much you crave the suffering and denial?”
Her mouth fell open, her lungs pressurizing, as her pulse skittered out of control. “I do now, Master.”
With that predatory gleam in his eye, he let the package slide back into the bag, before he reached inside and dug around for the next items. They were small, and he palmed them. Her first thought was the kettlebell clamps and her muscles tensed. He hooked his finger into her collar and brought her face to his.
“The chastity belt is something you need to consider very carefully, Tessa, for yourself, not for me. If I put that particular lock on you, if you express any kind of desire to give it a try, it will never come off of you again, except when I want it to. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she said, the air too thick to breathe. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
His lips were too gentle when they captured hers, and he used the faintest flick of his tongue to tease her, proving just how much he could torment her with or without the damn chastity belt. His fingers uncurled to reveal the items in his palm and Tessa blinked, surprised to see the cock ring, condom and finger puppet she’d grabbed from the dining room.
“I think I’ve made us wait long enough for our treats, little fox. I want you face down on the end of the bed, cheek to the blanket, ass in the air, hands between your legs. Hurry.”
She scurried off the stool the second he released her collar and straightened her skirt while rounding her cage for the end of the bed. Her body was already revved. All of the effects he’d just caused swam through her veins with the same tingling heat the wine had spread through her system at dinner. It mixed with the feverish arousal of knowing what he was planning to do to her.
“Stop,” he ordered right before she could climb up onto the mattress.
Tessa didn’t hesitate to obey. When he crowded her backside, her entire body shivered with potent need. All of her primal instincts kicked into overdrive, the feel of him right behind her erased millenniums of evolution and stoked all of those base, animalistic urges. Even more so, when he gripped her skirt and inched it up to h
er hips again until her panties were fully exposed. The quiet hiss of his breath was heady, shoving her deeper into the drugging waves of lust. His fingers traced over the lace, raising her internal temperature another ten degrees. Then his thumbs hooked into the straps and peeled them down her thighs with the same slowness he’d used to raise her skirt.
“Now crawl onto the bed, little fox,” he ordered.
Tessa did while he kept hold of her panties, stopping them from falling further down her legs. After she tucked her arms beneath her and laid her left cheek on the blanket, he adjusted her panties until they were stretched between her thighs just above her bent knees.
“Fuck, you’re a vision, Tessa,” he groaned and pressed his thumb over the gem decorating her ass. “Don’t move.”
Excitement danced with savory contentment while he moved around the playroom, gathering chains, and headed to the nightstand for lube. She loved everything about being in that moment. Could be there a million times, hanging on the brink of pleasurable anticipation, and it would never be the same way twice. The power it held over her would never be less addicting.
Felix locked her ankles to the bed posts with the cuffs she’d been wearing all night, spreading her thighs wider and adjusting her panties to his liking again. When he grabbed her left hand resting on the blanket between her legs, she didn’t think anything of it. A chain was attached to each of her wrist cuffs, and she grew hotter, wetter. This was his thing. It was the reason why she’d chosen the chastity belt, because Felix needed her to be locked and bound. She didn’t need to know his reasons, or if there even were any. Not knowing didn’t stop her from getting aroused by how much he got off on it. Everyone had their fetishes. Felix’s just seemed more intense than she was used to, because everything he did felt like a smaller piece of a much larger seduction.
“Watch your shoulders, pet,” he said. “Let me know if this hurts.”
Hurts? Tessa sucked in an audible breath when he pulled her wrists outward, forcing her body to fold in on itself, her arms spreading her thighs farther apart, before he attached the chains to higher eyelets on the bedposts. It proved her thoughts right about his seductive game plan. Her Master always found ways to use her own body against her.
“Tessa, what did I say?” he warned.
“It doesn’t hurt, Master, it was just a surprise.”
“Adjust on the bed until you’re completely comfortable,” he ordered. “You’re going to be in that position for a while.”
She moaned with that promise and squirmed around for a second, rolling her shoulders into a more comfortable spot until she felt nice and cushioned.
“I’m good, Master.”
“No, I don’t think so, pet,” he countered, his voice dropping two whole octaves and sending shivering lust right up her spine. “I think you’re very naughty. Skirt hiked up, panties wrapped around your knees. Mmm, this is not how good girls behave, Tessa. This is how dirty girls behave. Are you a dirty girl?”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, his words opening that door where submission became a powerful mental state, not just a physical one.
“I know you are,” he confirmed. “Trying to seduce your Master by crawling to your stool like a vixen. Lifting your skirt up to show off your pussy in those pretty new panties. I think your mind’s been filled with dirty thoughts all night, little fox.”
Well, fuck, if hers hadn’t then his certainly had been. Not that Tessa was complaining. His words were driving her deeper under the erotic surface. It was another glimpse of his Daddy side and she couldn’t deny that it felt a lot more wicked than it ever had with her actual Daddy Dom.
Tessa tried to look when she heard him starting to undress, but she was quite stuck in the position she’d settled into. It struck her with surprise again that he was allowing her to look somewhere other than at him. Did that mean he was more comfortable and trusting of her now, or was he simply willing to sacrifice one need to sate another?
“Do you think dirty girls should get their treats first, Tessa?”
“No, Master.”
“That’s right, my pet. Master should always get his treats first.”
He stepped up to the end of the bed, and she knew he was naked. She could feel his body heat all over her bared skin. His hands groped her raw ass cheeks with slow, aggressive squeezes. Try as she may, Tessa couldn’t keep herself from wiggling, wanting more attention than just a teasing, stinging massage.
“Is my little fox getting anxious?”
Felix turned the butt plug in slow circles with every word, drawing another needy moan from her throat.
“Please, Master?”
“My treat first, Tessa,” he reminded her.
He dropped to his knees and drove his tongue right into her pussy. Brutal. Blunt. Just like when he fucked her. She was locked in her reaction, too bound not to shake and whimper, but that only drove him wild. His hands were gripping her thighs, thumbs slicking between her wet folds to spread them wider for his feasting. His hot tongue ran up to lave at her ass under the gem and she thought every part of her that wasn’t chained down was going to scatter into a thousand pieces. She was torn between her desire to rock into his mouth and jolt away from the intense pleasure.
Tessa wrapped her fingers tight around the chains attached to her wrist cuffs. A mewling cry pulled from her chest when he started moving the butt plug in and out of her ass, giving her the friction she needed. For every thrust and pull, his tongue lavished her. Master was hungry and he wasn’t the least bit shy about it. All her muscles tensed, her toes curling with the rush of stimulation to all her most sensitive bits. The nipple clamps were a constant pinching, burning ache, brushing against the blanket to further torment her. She trembled out a sobbing, begging sound, her clit pulsing with sharp need. Felix swatted her ass and the sting vibrated through all the other sensations, heightening them.
“Dirty girls don’t get to come without permission,” he warned.
The denial blazed through her with twisted arousal and whimpering defeat. They fed off each other, thickening the pleasure he was forcing her to feel without any relief and at the crazed, wild level he wanted her to feel it, not where she was most comfortable. It wasn’t a gentle coaxing. It never was. Felix was pure carnality, passion incarnate, and soon he was on his feet again, picking something else up off the bed. She heard him fussing with it for a second, and what sounded like a wrapper. She thrilled to the idea that he might be getting ready to fuck her already.
“Oh!” she jerked in her restraints, startled when something bumpy and rubbery touched her left shoulder, then started vibrating without warning.
Tessa turned her eyes as far as she could when he ran it across to her right shoulder and her mouth popped open to see a large vibrator, the tip of it covered in the textured finger puppet from their prize bag.
“Master?”
The grin he gave her was wicked as he continued tracing it down her back to her ass. Tessa’s eyes closed on a long, ragged moan when he teased her with it, skimming around the edges of the gem and across her pussy, passing so close to her clit. The texture of the finger puppet was pure heaven and hell; each stud felt like its own tiny vibrator working independently from the dildo itself. She straddled that line where she never wanted it to end, yet was afraid it wouldn't end soon enough. So, when Felix turned it off, her whimper was equal parts longing and relief. The next thing she heard was foil being ripped open by his teeth. Tessa wished she could see what he was doing. Anticipation was a steady hum in her veins, like musical bass, driven by the rapid beat of her own pulse.
He leaned over her right thigh and braced his hand on the bed, so he could lock his ravenous gaze on hers.
“Are you ready for your treat, little fox?”
“Mine, Master?” she stammered in surprise.
“Unless you don’t want it?”
“I do, Master, I just thought you were going to take your treat first,” she rushed out.
He gave he
r a naughty smirk, his eyes smoldering as he pushed the dildo right into her pussy. “I think we both know that I would never give you a treat I didn’t also find pleasure in.”
Of course not. Her mouth slacked open on a hot expulsion of breath. The dildo stretched her in slow increments, pushing against the butt plug already filling her ass, and it was a strange, yet superbly delicious feeling.
“Ohhhh God,” she moaned. “Thank you, Master.”
Felix chuckled, appearing quite pleased by that reaction. “Only dirty girls get to experience double penetration. This is just the beginning.”
She could only moan again in response when the thought of his cock replacing one of the two items sent all of her arousal skyrocketing into the next stratosphere. He worked the dildo in and out of her pussy until it was in all the way. In that moment, she feared he might turn it back on, but he ripped open another condom and this time, she knew he was putting it on himself.
“I’ve been thinking about your ass all day, little fox,” he rasped. She heard the lube cap and tried not to squirm like a bitch in heat. “And how much I’m going to enjoy making it mine.”
Tessa’s vision hazed over when he returned to fucking her with the dildo, because he started going the opposite direction with the butt plug, pulling it further and further out of her ass with each stroke. All at once, he removed both, leaving her feeling too empty and open. The cool air kissed the inside of her anus and her face heated, when Felix released an audible exhale.
“Fucking beautiful, Tessa,” he moaned, his slick fingers rimming the thinned edges of her asshole. “Now, I’m going to make it even better.”
Tessa choked on her breath when his tongue took over for his fingers. The shivers of pleasure had arousal dripping from her pussy, making it easy to just give herself over to the incredibly erotic sensations. Felix pulled his mouth from her and slid his cock halfway into her ass in one stroke.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck, Master!” she whimpered and moaned simultaneously.
