by Katie Ashley
“Were you as green as she was?”
“With sex, no, but with BDSM, yes.”
William pushed the table closer to the bed, and we proceeded to have a makeshift picnic.
“I had to do an apprenticeship for a month. Although my friend, Lindsay, recruited me, I was put with a forty-year-old Domme who didn’t have any hard limits with what she would do with a sub.”
William paused in cutting his steak. “That had to have been hard. Like throwing someone who couldn’t swim into the deep end.”
“Oh yeah, it was like the deep, dark end where you’re desperately trying not to drown. The first day alone I saw a golden shower, baby play, and sissification. Lindsay got me drunk that night and promised me it wasn’t all that bad.” I dipped a French fry into the ketchup. “Needless to say, I knew then what my hard limits were as to what I could do as a Domme.”
“Did you ever test your limits with a sub?”
“I did fire play once when the price was right.”
“Seriously?”
With a nod, I then related to him the story without sparing him any of the gory details. “Weren’t you scared?” he asked.
“A little. Probably more for the sub than I was for me. But in the end, I was more scared of not having the money for my dad.”
“Jesus,” William muttered. His expression had turned from curious to sorrowful. It was the kind of look that I hated to see on people’s faces.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
I jerked my napkin through my hands. “Pity me. I despise when people do that.”
“I’m not pitying you.”
“Yes, you are. It’s written all over your face.”
“I don’t pity you, Sophie. Trust me, I don’t like that sentiment any more than you do. ‘Poor William whose mother cared more about herself by swallowing a bottle of pills than she did him.’ I’ve gotten it all my life, so I understand how you feel. Do you want to know what I was thinking?”
“Yes.”
“I was thinking that I hate how hard life has been for you—that you were faced with making choices like you had to. I hate that your dad has had to endure what he has. More than anything, I wished there was a way I could make things easier for you.”
I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. “You make it better just by understanding.”
William smiled. “I feel the same way about you. It’s so fucking rare to find someone who truly understands. Nothing makes me angrier than when someone who doesn’t have a clue says they understand. It’s almost insulting and belittling of your pain.”
“I know exactly what you mean. Most people are just clueless.”
“I agree.”
Realizing we needed a subject change, William asked, “How’s your cheeseburger?”
“Deliciously sinful, just like I asked for. What about your steak?”
“Very good. Would you like a bite?”
“Sure.”
William brought the fork to my mouth, and I let the tines slip between my lips to take the bite. “That’s really good.”
“Do you want some more?”
“Another bite would be nice.”
“Then it’s yours.”
Tilting my head at him, I asked, “If I wanted the rest of your food, you’d give it to me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. But I would do that even if you weren’t my mistress. It’s just who I am.”
And I knew that to be true. His kindness and selflessness shone through. “You really are something, you know that?”
He gave me another bite of juicy steak. “Thank you for the compliment, Mistress.”
“At least take one of my fries,” I insisted.
“Okay. If it’ll make you happy.”
“It will.”
With a smile, he took a fat fry and popped it in his mouth. “Now I remember why I stopped eating shit like that. Too addicting.”
I laughed. “No one can eat just one fry.”
“Or potato chip. I gave those up, too.”
“Every time I think about eating healthy, I eat something deep-fried and greasy. Then I go run or work out. I figure it balances things out.”
“Keep up what you’re doing because you have an amazing body.”
“Thank you,” I replied, as I took a fry and brought it to his mouth. He groaned, but leaned in to take it.
After swallowing the last bite of my burger, I brought my hand to my abdomen. “Man, I’m so stuffed,” I moaned. I wiped my mouth with the linen napkin before tossing it onto the tray. Pursing my lips, I looked at William. “What now?”
He took a sip of his wine. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve fed me, and we’ve fucked. That’s usually where a date ends.”
Shaking his head, he chuckled. “You have such a mouth on you.”
I gave him a cheeky wink. “Thanks for the compliment considering you haven’t had the pleasure of my oral skills yet.”
“I live in hope,” he mused. “As for your previous statement, this wasn’t a date; it was for a night of playing.”
“Although I’m pretty creative, I’m not sure I can come up with any more scenes for us to do with our lack of props.”
“I have an idea, if you’ll allow it.”
“As long as it doesn’t involve anything strenuous. I’m too full for that.”
“Give me two minutes.” William rose out of the bed and went into the bathroom. A few moments passed before I heard the sound of the water being turned on in the tub. Oh, damn, the man was drawing me a bath. No man had ever done anything like that for me. The best I’d ever gotten was sharing a postcoital shower where the guy couldn’t be bothered to wash me.
William appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. “The bath is ready if you are.”
I shook my head slowly from side to side. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“You don’t want a bath?
“Yes. Of course, I do. It’s just no man has ever done something this…” I was going to say romantic, but I thought better of it. “Thoughtful.”
“You must’ve really dated some losers in your day.”
I snorted. “My small hometown doesn’t breed a lot of romantics, and then frat guys are the definition of douchebags.”
William leaned back against the doorframe. “Did your boyfriends ever know about you being a Domme?”
“No. I only worked at 1740 for five years, and three of those I was single. The two guys I dated during the other two years just knew I worked at a club.”
“They didn’t ever want to come with you to check it out?”
With a grin, I replied, “I told them it was a lesbian club.”
William chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that kept them away. Unless they were interested in a three-way.”
“Haha, exactly.” Throwing back the sheet, I padded barefoot across the carpet to join him.
I must’ve been limping slightly because William asked, “How’s your ankle?”
“I’ll live.” A fragrant flowery smell permeated the bathroom. When I looked at the marble tub, it was brimming with bubbles. “That looks amazing.”
“Go ahead and get in.”
I tentatively dipped my good foot in, testing the temperature. When I gaged it wasn’t too hot, I put the entire foot in and then the one with the swollen ankle, and then sank down into the suds. Once I was submerged, I closed my eyes in bliss. “Mmm,” was all I could utter.
“That good, huh?”
“Yes.”
Popping one eye open, I appraised William still standing in the doorway. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Would you like for me to?”
“Of course. Why not?”
“I just thought you might want to enjoy it alone. It’s about making you happy.”
“Although that’s tempting, I would rather you be in here with me.”
Holding up a finger, William said, “One minute.”
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er I replied, “Okay,” he disappeared. I reached over to turn on the jets. At the feel of the water pulsing against my skin, I moaned.
“Are you all right?” he called.
“Oh, I’m more than all right.”
When William reappeared, he held two champagne glasses in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. “I thought you might like a little refreshment.”
“I would, thank you.”
After popping the cork, William poured a glass and then brought it to me. I took it in my sudsy hand before bringing it to my lips. “Wow, that’s good.”
William poured himself a glass before coming to the edge of the bath. “Lean up.”
“I thought I was the one giving commands,” I replied, under my breath, as I scooted forward.
After setting his glass down on the side of the tub, William stepped in behind me. He opened his legs before taking me by the shoulders and bringing me to lie with my back against his chest. I started to say how nice it felt when he brought both hands to my shoulders and began to knead my muscles. “Oh God,” I muttered.
“Is that enough pressure, or would you like more?”
“More.”
His fingers dug into my skin. “Do you moonlight as a masseur?” I teasingly joked.
William’s chuckle rumbled through me. “No. My massage skills come from playing and coaching football.”
“Did you often do the massaging naked in a tub?”
William took me by surprise by dipping his head to capture my lips with his. When he pulled away, he nibbled on my bottom lip. “Such a sassy mouth.”
I momentarily forgot what we were talking about. I was in serious trouble when a man could make me lose my train of thought just with a simple kiss. Of course, there was nothing hotter to me than a love bite like William had just done.
“So this,” I motioned to the bath, “is all part of D/s relationships outside the club?”
“Yes and no. Taking care of your Mistress is part of it, but if she doesn’t care for baths or cuddling, then you wouldn’t do it. Anything that is done is done to please your Mistress.”
“It just feels like somehow a sub is taken advantage of.”
“It’s a two-way street, Sophie. The sub gets as much as the Domme, I assure you.” He kissed a trail down my neck and onto my shoulder. “Just like I get so much out of seeing you receive my pleasure.”
“You really do?”
“Mmm, hmm,” he murmured against my skin. “Can I give you some more?”
“Yes.”
William slid us around in the tub to where we were leaning against the back side. I started to protest when he pushed me forward, but then I realized what he was doing. One of the large jets on the tub was in front of me. If I widened my legs, it would spray directly onto my clit. When the first pulses hit me, I gasped and raised my hips. William’s hands came around to cup my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and fingers, pinching the hardening nubs.
Wanting more friction, I scooted my bottom even closer to the jet. I threw my legs over the side of the tub, sending soapy water cascading onto the floor. William’s hardened length pushed against my buttocks.
As I started climbing into an orgasm, I gripped William’s thighs, using them for leverage to move my hips harder and faster. The bath water rose and fell like waves on the ocean with my movement. I came with a cry, throwing my head back against William’s firm chest.
When the spasms stopped, I looked back at him. “Take me to bed,” I commanded.
William responded by rising up out of the tub. After he helped me out, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. I didn’t want to dry off. I wanted to be slick.
After William slid on a condom, he climbed onto the mattress and hovered over me. “Tell me how you want it.”
A sense of Déjà vu washed over me as William’s words were the same as the dream I’d had that morning. But unlike in the dream, I didn’t want it hard and fast. I wanted it slow and sweet.
“Show me that you know the difference between fucking and making love.”
Surprise flashed in his eyes at my request. “Yes, Mistress.”
I widened my legs to let him ease between them. He guided his erection to my core before slowly pressing his way in inch by inch. He kept his eyes on mine the whole time. The intensity in them caused me to shudder. Within the depths of his dark eyes were all the emotions a lover would want to see reflected at them. Although, I wouldn’t be fooled. Anything that is done is done to please your Mistress.
William began to move his hips, his cock gliding in and out of me. He dipped his head to bring his lips to mine. After kissing my lips, he feathered tender kisses across my cheekbone over to my ear. His whisperings soon became my undoing.
“You’re so beautiful, Sophie. Your lips, your eyes, your smart mouth. I could stay inside your tight walls all night long, giving you orgasm after orgasm.”
As if he could sense that I was questioning his sincerity, he pulled back to where I could see his eyes again. The truth shining in them told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t just shooting me a bunch of bullshit to try to obey my command of making love. He truly meant every word.
When he suddenly slipped out of me, I whimpered at the loss. He rose up to sit on his knees. Then he lifted me up to wrap my legs around him. His hands came to rest underneath my buttocks while I brought mine around his neck. He gently worked me on and off of him while he kissed me deeply.
We came almost at the same time, and long after we finished, William held me tight against him. I didn’t bother trying to move away. It felt too good. After I almost dozed off, William asked, “Sleepy?”
“Yes. You’ve worn me out.”
“I feel the same way.” After easing me off of him, he laid me back down on the mattress. He then laid beside me.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and drew me up against him, causing me to turn on my side. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.” The truth was it was more than fine. I felt completely safe and secure. I drifted off to sleep feeling happier than I had in a long, longtime.
I woke up to the feeling of something warm and hairy against my chest. Thinking it was Oakley, I pushed her away. “Too early,” I muttered, as I turned over.
It was when I felt something hard poking into my leg that I realized it wasn’t Oakley brushing against me. It was a man. My eyelids flew open as I flipped back over in bed to find William snoring softly. It had been his head lying against my breasts.
For a moment all I could do was stare at him. Surely the last forty-eight hours had been a dream. Had I really met and slept with the man of my dreams? Well, the man of my dreams who was a submissive. Covering my eyes with my arm, I groaned. Why did everything have to be so fucking complicated?
Removing my arm, I gazed at William again. He looked so peaceful sleeping. Eyeing his five-o’-clock shadow coming in where he hadn’t shaved, I couldn’t help thinking how good those whiskers would feel brushing against thighs. I rolled my eyes at my perverted thoughts. I’d been thoroughly fucked just hours before. I’d lost count of the amount of orgasms the man had given me.
A shock of hair fell across William’s forehead almost covering one of his eyes. Unable to resist the urge, I reached over to curl it between one of my fingers. He stirred at my touch. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” I murmured.
His dark eyes opened and stared into mine. At the sight of me, a smile curved on his full lips. “Good morning,” he said, his voice rough and hoarse.
“Good morning to you, too.” I then dropped my gaze to where the sheet was tenting. “And you.”
A boyish flush entered William’s cheeks, making him absolutely adorable. He might’ve been eight-years-older than me, but he had such a boyish charm about him. He gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry. It has a mind of its own.” Propping his head up on his hand, he said, “And when it senses the presence of a beautiful, sexy woman, it has to stand at attention and
show her respect.”
I laughed. “What an elaborate lie about the usual morning wood.”
Motioning to his crotch, William teased, “There’s nothing ‘usual’ about this cock.”
“That’s very true. You need to take care of it because it’s very distracting.”
His brows popped up in surprise. “I do?”
“Yes, you do.”
I slid the sheet down to his knees. His erection lay back against his stomach, stretching almost to his navel. William’s gaze came to mine as he awaited my instruction.
“Lick your hand,” I instructed.
William brought his right hand to his mouth. Instead of licking, he spat twice. Reaching between his legs, I took his sac in my hand. When I squeezed his balls between my fingers, William sucked in a harsh breath. “You didn’t do as I told you, did you?”
His eyes flared. “No, Mistress.”
When I released his balls, a small sigh of relief came from his lips. “Now lick your hand like I told you to.”
William flattened his tongue against his palm. Never taking his eyes off mine, he made long sweeps up to his fingers. It mirrored the way he licked me and caused me to clench my thighs.
“Stroke yourself slowly.” He slid his hand up and down over his cock from root to tip.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Would you like it to be faster?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then do it harder.”
Closing his eyes, he quickened his pace along with his breathing. His eyes closed as he bit down on his lip. His chest rose and fell in harsh pants as his hips began to buck, pumping his dick through his hand. I grew impossibly wet just watching him pleasure himself.
Suddenly he stopped, and he started to reach for one of the condoms on the nightstand.
I gave his backside a stinging swat. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“No. It’s just I wanted to be able to finish in you—to give you pleasure as well.”
“You’ll finish when I tell you to.”
I knew it was just an honest mistake of his and not him being defiant. Considering how I kept taking him in and out of subspace, it was bound to happen. The truth was I had no idea how to Domme with sex. I could Domme all day long when it was just about the client’s release. But now it was about me partnering with someone, and that fucked with my head. Although I wasn’t hearing any complaints from William, I did need to work on disciplining myself.
