by Mimi Tulane
Quietly, without a word, they cleaned off then exited the shower, lost in the power of their joining for the first time, each to their private thoughts. His were of making sure he lived up to every one of her expectations, and her thoughts were on the loving, tender emotions he displayed.
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Throughout the day, Imani learned to follow Mac’s commands. Some she found bizarre, such as his desire that she parade around the house in her lingerie.
“Baby girl, there are some Dominants that prefer their subs nude when at home. Consider yourself lucky in that regard.” He chuckled as she waited by his chair in the kitchen, standing nearly military fashion with her hands clasped behind her at the small of her back, her legs spread eagle, and her head lowered.
“I thought that over brunch we’d discuss a more formal contract between us. That is, if you still want to be my sub,” he said as he brought their meal to the table.
“Mac, I’m certain of this. I may find some of this a bit strange, but I’m willing to learn what your life is like. Do you want me as your sub?” she countered.
“Look at me, baby girl.” When she lifted her gaze to meet his, her heart stopped. He had a freshly cut rose in his hand extended to her. She took it and inhaled the soft fragrance.
“Imani, I love you, baby girl. I want to share my life with you, all of it. But I never want you to think that in order to have me, to please me you have to embrace my lifestyle as yours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled, baby. To have you as my woman and sub means the world to me. But don’t ever feel as if you must make a trade to be something you can’t.”
“Sir, I trust you. You’re the man I’ve fallen in love with. I want to share my life with you as well. But let me be perfectly clear: no one makes me do anything I don’t want to do, no one. I’ve been curious about this for some time. To learn that the man I’ve dreamed about can guide me into this lifestyle with love, patience, and acceptance is more than I could have wished for. Mac, I love you, too, baby. I want to share this with you,” she stated sincerely.
Mac and Imani shared brunch with her seated upon his lap. They enjoyed each other’s company throughout the day. He answered all of her questions, even taking her to his dungeon for a light introduction to the various toys and equipment he used there.
“Imani, tonight I’d like to try a light session with you here. Do you think you can handle it?” he asked her.
Imani surveyed his dungeon, a tinge of apprehension filling her. Determined not to be a wuss about it, she nodded.
“Yes, Sir, I can. Just be patient with me,” she added.
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly. “Baby, this is my playroom. It’s not prison or a place of penance. It’s filled with sensual toys and equipment designed to heighten our pleasure, nothing more.”
Imani let go of her fear and smiled. “All right, Sir. What did you have in mind to show me?”
“I want to introduce you to a very powerful toy,” he said with a mischievous glint to his eye, then said nothing further on the matter as they left the dungeon together.
Chapter Ten
Timing wasn’t in Imani’s favor. No sooner had they returned upstairs than the phone rang. One of Mac’s customers was in a panic. The truck he had leased wouldn’t start. Apparently, he’d left the lights on and the battery was drained. Mac offered roadside assistance through a local car club but the person had yet to show up.
“I’m sorry, baby. I better go handle this myself. Just make yourself comfortable, and when I return, we’ll have that session,” he promised with a kiss to her forehead and tools in tow.
She watched him leave the house, dressed in worn jeans, a company logo T-shirt and his Timberlands. She knew from experience that Mac didn’t tolerate shoddy response times and resigned herself to locating another roadside service when she returned to work.
She spent the day curled up in a lounger with a book from his library. She was trying to keep her mind off the promised session. Her body was still aglow from their earlier lovemaking and she sighed in contentment. Being with Mac was going to be an adventure.
Her phone rang in her purse. The ringtone she recognized belonged to Jocelyn. She quickly fished it out to answer it. “Hey girl!” she said brightly.
“Don’t ‘girl’ me. Where have you been hiding? Don’t answer. Let me take a wild guess, holed up with that lug head cousin of mine!” she said teasingly.
Imani shared a laugh with her best friend. “Jocie, he’s wonderful. And yes, I know he’s a Dominant. A little fact you managed to leave out when you sent me to help him out!” she chided.
“Guilty as charged, but that’s something I felt he should tell you if the provocation came along. I take it the right provocation did come along?” she quipped.
“Jocie!” Imani gasped in fake indignation, sending them both into a fit of laughter. “Jocelyn, he’s everything I could have wanted in a man. I don’t know how I missed this.” Imani’s voice was laden with emotion.
“I’m happy for you, shug. You deserve to be happy. Mac is one of the good ones. But do you fully accept what his lifestyle means to him?” she asked gently.
“I do, Jocie, I really do. He’s not pressuring me to commit to his lifestyle, but I want to.”
“I know you’ll make each other happy. He’ll be a better man with you in his life. I suppose he’s told you then that I am also a practicing Domme?”
Imani almost dropped the phone. “Hell no! Are you serious? Jocie, when did you…I mean, how did you… Heffa, why didn’t you tell me? For that matter, you could have answered my questions!” Imani went from stunned surprise to pouty indignation.
Jocelyn chuckled. “I know, I know! I should have told you. I wanted to tell you for so long. I guess maybe I thought you’d have issues with me. It’s not a common topic that gets discussed, you know?”
“Oh, girl, I’m sorry. I’m not judging. I’m not even that upset. I just never knew! Oh my goodness! Do you have a sub? How did you get into the life?” Imani was ready to grill Jocelyn.
“Hold on there, kemo sabe, we’ll save my story for another time. I just want you to be sure that you are completely happy. You are my best friend and I want what is best for you, even if that means it’s my lug-headed cousin,” she said.
Imani welled up with love for her bestie. “I am, girl, I really am… I’m in love with him. And he loves me,” she said softly.
“You know what, shug? I’m happy you’ve found love and Mac has found a woman that will love him unconditionally. He better do right by you!” she warned.
Imani heard the front door open then close. “Jocie, Mac’s home now. Can we talk later?” She was already excited, now that he’d returned. The anticipation for her next training session had taken ahold of her again.
“Sure thing, shug. Give that cousin of mine a hug for me. I’m so proud of you both,” she said before saying good-bye.
“Babe? Who was that?” asked Mac as he entered. Although she smiled when he entered, she had tears in her eyes that she brushed away, drawing his concern.
“It was Jocelyn. She knows we’re…together. She’s happy for us, Mac. She also shared with me her own little secret. I am beginning to think this is a Mackenzie family thing!” she said with a little laugh.
Walking over to her, he pulled her into his arms, cupping her ass in his palms, which was still clad in the lacey lingerie he’d picked out for her earlier. “If you must know, you could call this a family trait. Jocelyn is a Domme. So is our cousin Rasheed.”
Imani closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder with a slight chuckle. “Oh lordy, Rasheed, too? Well, I can honestly say there is never a dull moment around the Mackenzie clan. Your family is full of surprises.”
Mac nuzzled her neck then nipped the tender skin, causing her to shiver. “Don’t get any ideas of trading me in for him, either,” he said with a possessive growl.
Rasheed was handsome. She’d met him a few times at different
family gatherings she’d been invited to, but her eyes had been solely on Mac. And now her heart belonged to him. “No, Sir, I have the man I love and I’m more than content to belong to him and him alone,” she said, earning herself a hard kiss before he let her go to clean up and change for their session.
Mac took a quick shower to wash the grime from his body before dressing in his leather britches and black boots. Imani was his soul mate, no doubt about it. She was vibrant and sassy, soft and pliable, strong yet gentle. She was a bevy of contradictions rolled into a sexy, sultry package, and she was his, his female, his sub, his love. He wasn’t sure what he’d done in life that had earned him the distinction of being the man she loved, but he prayed with all his might that nothing would ever change that for him.
When Mac returned, Imani was speechless. Her first initial response was to nearly quake at the foreboding figure he cut. His bare chest was oiled and his abs were so defined she could have used him for her washboard! The leather pants he wore were snug and cupped his bulge nicely. The black boots were polished to a high gloss.
“Imani, come with me,” he instructed then led the way to his dungeon. Mac was all business now as he crossed the dungeon room floor and stood by the apparatus he wanted Imani to experience this evening.
Imani felt her pussy dampening as she joined Mac and took in the strange-looking machine. “Sir, what is this?” she asked, her natural curiosity, now piqued, overriding her earlier apprehension from seeing Mac decked out in his “work” attire.
“Tonight’s lesson is not about control for you. It’s a lesson in whether or not you can ever have too much of a good thing,” he said, allowing her to absorb his words.
Imani didn’t like his cryptic answer to her question. “Mac, Sir, you’re being vague and that’s somewhat unsettling,” she said, tearing her gaze from the equipment to stare poignantly into his eyes.
“Fair enough, kitten. What you are looking at is a Sybian horse. Tonight you will ride it. You will experience the ultimate in simulated pleasure. Do you know what this is?” he asked her directly, wanting to hear her answers.
“Well, Sir, you called it a Sybian horse and said that I’d ride it. It looks like a vibrator on steroids.” She looked to him to see if she was halfway close and then inwardly groaned when his brow arched. Maybe that wasn’t the right answer. Damn it! Remaining poised, she awaited her fate, hoping his correction would not be something she did not enjoy.
A vibrator on steroids? She relaxed when he nodded.
“Well put, Imani. It is a powerful vibrator that offers its rider several choices of speeds, clitoral and vaginal stimulation, and is powered by a remote control. For tonight, you will be its rider and I will handle the controls.”
He turned just in time to hide his smile, as he prepared the horse for her. He chose a G-spot stimulator attachment and a clitoral pad and attached them to the horse, showing her as he worked how to attach them. He was pretty sure what his reaction would be if he was to come home and find her in the throes of passion from her own private time upon the Sybian. The idea of coming home to Imani appealed to him. Finding her riding the Sybian appealed to his cock. It was already straining against his leather pants from thinking about her writhing in pleasure upon his massive toy.
Imani watched him placing the attachments upon the horse and her core was already wet with anticipation. Yet a warning bell resounded within her. What had he said earlier? Too much of a good thing? Looking at the powerful standing vibrator and the phallus-like attachments, she was beginning to grow nervous. “Is that thing safe, Sir?” she asked, swallowing and eyeing it dubiously.
“It’s perfectly safe, baby girl. I’d never introduce you to anything harmful. You do remember your safe word?” he asked her, stepping aside and motioning for her to come forward.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she walked over. She waited for him to instruct her further, taking in the fact that he now held the control device in his hands.
“Take off your heels, Imani, and remove your panties. I want you to climb upon the horse and lower that sweet pussy of yours onto the cock attachment,” he said.
Imani bit her lip but complied, slowly kicking off her heels, the dungeon floor feeling cool to the soles of her feet. Her nipples began to harden slightly as she lowered her panties, the signs of her arousal evident in them.
“That’s it, baby, now seat yourself comfortably upon the cock,” he encouraged her.
Imani lowered herself upon the artificial phallus, finding the fit snug but not uncomfortable.
Mac cupped her face then leaned in to kiss her, slowly at first then with more ardor as he switched on the motor of the Sybian.
Imani could feel the horse coming to life beneath her, a slow, low vibration that reached deep inside. She liked the way it felt and grew wetter. Without his command she began to move against it, grinding her clit into the soft fingers of the clitoral stimulator pad and gripping the cock attachment with her inner muscles.
“That’s it, baby, ride my machine. Get it nice and wet for me. Move that sexy ass of yours.” He growled low, his eyes riveted to her bare sex, sweet thighs and round ass as she moved a little faster now, her breasts bobbing slightly. He moved the material of her lingerie enough so that her breasts jutted out from the front, giving him access to her hard nipples. He suckled on one then the other, alternating his teasing while she moaned and rode the horse. Her eyes were closed and she made the perfect erotic picture.
Imani moaned a bit louder when Mac increased the speed of the vibration. Her hips began to gyrate wildly as she gripped the front of the machine and bounced upon the massive toy. “Oh God, Mac, this feels so damn good!” She whimpered and bucked against the toy, drawing closer to her climax.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Let me know you like my toy, Imani. I want to see you come!”
“Mac! I’m coming!” she cried out, whipping her head back and bouncing upon the machine. The sounds of her wet pussy and soft ass cheeks slapping against the leather seat filled the dungeon room.
Mac palmed his cock through his leather then increased the speed once more as she ground and gyrated in the throes of her orgasm.
Imani quickly began to understand what too much of a good thing meant when the speed increased and Mac had not given her the command to stop. The pleasure of her orgasm began to peak then fade into a dull pleasure/pain—one her over sensitized clit could not handle.
“Mac?” she said, her eyes wide.
“Imani, you will come for me several times tonight. The only way you may dismount is by my permission or use of your safe word.” His intention was not to be cruel. What he wanted was for her to use her safe word and not be afraid of disappointing him, should she feel the need to use it.
Imani cried out and arched her back, lifting her clit from the stimulator but remaining impaled upon the phallus attachment. She rode the large cock through the initial pleasure/pain sensations only to discover another delicious orgasm was building. Cupping one of her full breasts, she tweaked her nipple as she rode, the vibrations creating another wave of pleasure that she soon succumbed to. “Oh God, Mac! I’m coming again, baby, I’m coming, please!”
Imani wanted to outlast the second round of pleasure/pain but it was much too intense for her poor, swollen clit. “Jocelyn!” She cried out her safe word.
Immediately Mac switched off the powerful motor. Gathering her body to his, he helped her to dislodge herself from the Sybian, then picked her up. He carried her to his table, laying her down upon it.
“Imani, are you okay?” he asked her, cupping her face. He was concerned when he saw that she was sobbing. “Baby, answer me. Training is over! Tell me if you are hurt.” Fuck, had he gone too far too soon for her?
“Oh, Mac, I failed. I had to use my safe word,” she sobbed, feeling disappointed with her session.
“Shhh, baby, no, you didn’t. You did exactly what I hoped you’d do. Sweetheart, I need you to feel comfortable with me. I want you
to feel safe during our playtime. That was the purpose of this exercise. You never go beyond your limits! I want you to feel secure in knowing I will honor our agreements and never go further than you want. I heard you, baby, and play ceased. Shhh.”
Mac gathered her into his arms and carried her from the dungeon and back to his bedroom. Stripping off the remainder of her lingerie, he then removed his leathers and boots and climbed in bed next to her.
“Mac, are you disappointed in me?” she asked him tearfully.
Thumbing away her tears, he kissed her gently. “No, baby, you could never disappoint me. Forgive me if I took you there too fast,” he said, angry with himself.
“No, Mac, I want to learn. I understand now what you were doing. Somehow I thought I had to be strong. To use the safe word meant I was too weak to be your sub, that I couldn’t handle it. I realize how wrong my thinking was!” she said, cupping his face.
“Imani, I love you, baby girl, and right now all I want to do is show you how much.”
Mac rolled her on top of him. His cock had been jealous as he watched her ride the toy. This time he’d give her the real thing. “Ride me, baby, let me make you come.”
Imani straddled his waist, feeling the silken steel of his cock between her legs. Her clit hummed to life from the feel of her man beneath her. Leaning forward, she brushed his lips with her breasts, letting her hardened nipples graze them.
Mac softly captured one and suckled, causing her to hiss with pleasure. “Yes!”
