Lucy knew she needed to give him time to process things. Tyler might not even know himself why he had been driven to come here. He wouldn’t be the first person to come to a club like this seeking answers to questions they didn’t fully understand.
Tyler pulled his shoulders back and lifted his chin, but kept his gaze on the floor. “Ma’am, I’ve recently had some things change in my life. I need…to understand.”
“Understand what?”
“I…” Tyler growled softly. “I don’t rightfully know.”
If she was thinking straight, Lucy would turn around and let Tyler find someone else to show him how glorious it could be to give up control. She couldn’t get involved with a superior officer. Had it been any other man, that’s exactly what she would have done. Instead, Lucy circled his throat with her hand, digging her nails into the soft skin and feeling his heart pounding beneath her fingers. She’d wanted him since the first day she’d seen him. Knew there could be something between them if they tired.
“You come with me and I expect your total obedience. I’m not one of your minions who will scurry off to do your bidding at the snap of your fingers. This is my domain and in here I’m the boss. Do you understand, sailor?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lucy didn’t need to tell him to follow her. They all did when they got to this point in the game. She made her way over to Brandon, one of the dungeon monitors standing along the back of the room near the bar. The man paid no attention to Tyler, though Lucy could tell he was checking him out nonetheless.
“I see you’ve found some fun for the night, Mistress Rose.”
She’d chosen to use her middle name when she started coming to the Slipper years ago. Now, she was grateful she’d had the foresight to do so. “Yes, Brandon. Are there any rooms available?”
As Brandon took a quick look at the list, Lucy felt Tyler slide up behind her. It was so close to her fantasies that Lucy was barely able to suppress a shiver. Turning her head to look at him from over her shoulder, she bit off a quick, “Three steps back, sailor.” It was gratifying to see him comply as quickly as he did.
Brandon was smirking when Lucy turned around once more. “You’re in luck. The grey room is now free. You and your friend can use it.”
“Thank you, love.” She patted his chest as she strolled by. “I’ll be a while.”
“I have no doubt, Mistress. Enjoy your toy.”
The air in the room was cool when she entered. Her nipples tightened beneath the PVC and goosebumps rose along her arms even as she moved about. It wouldn’t be long before she’d heat up though. Sitting down on the lounge along the back of the room, she waited for Tyler to look his fill of the surroundings.
The room itself was relatively spartan. The grey walls gave the room its name, but the restraints along the wall needed little adornment to draw attention to them. Tyler walked over to one set of chains and fingered the cuffs.
“So this is what you do here? Tie men up?”
“Not just me.” Lucy tugged the hem of her skirt. “And it’s not always about being restrained. What is it that appeals to you?”
She knew Tyler was still finding his way, but Lucy had to know the direction of his thoughts if she was going to make this work. Still, it was more shocking to hear him speak the words than she’d ever experienced from any other sub.
“I need someone to control me.” The way he spoke sounded like each syllable was spoken through a mouth full of glass.
“Control has many faces. I can tell you want to do, when and how to do it.” Lucy licked her lips as she slid her hand across her thigh. Tyler’s attention shifted from the leather cuffs to her hand. “I can command you the way they do in your precious Navy. Would you like that?”
He didn’t speak. She had no doubt he didn’t even know what he was feeling at this point, let alone how to express it. Tyler looked away and pinched the bridge of his nose. The frown on his face nearly broke her heart. For half a second she considered ripping off her mask to let him know that she was there—not Mistress Rose, but Lucy. There’d always been a connection between them, even when there shouldn’t have been. It was wrong to have these types of feelings for one’s superior officer.
Lucy didn’t care.
“In this world there are rules. I think a sailor like you would be used to that.” Lucy slipped from her perch and approached him cautiously. “Unlike your world, it’s usually the one on the receiving end who gets to call the shots.”
He nodded. “I’m not sure if I’m into pain. I see enough of that every day.”
Disappointing, but if this turned out to be more than a one night event then Lucy had the chance to work him into it. “So what is it you want?” Reaching up, she fingered the cuff of his T-shirt. “Do you want me to take control? Tell you what to do? Make everything nice and simple?”
The nod when it came was barely perceptible. Right. Tyler spent day in and day out controlling the fates of others. It was his words, his training that ensured that the men and women who crossed his path were ready to face the challenges that service life presented them. It stood to reason that he would get off on someone else taking control, putting him through the ringer and ensuring his pleasure.
Yeah, that she could do.
“If I do something you don’t like I want you to say red. Not stop or don’t. Red.” He nodded. Lucy came to stand behind him. Tyler hadn’t released his grip on the leather cuff and she knew he was using it as a means to ground himself. “I want you to raise your hands above your head and face me.”
This wasn’t about asking permission. And though she didn’t know exactly what Tyler was trying to get out of tonight, she knew where they could start. Lucy took a step back and waited to see what he would do. Instead of complying with her command, he reached out and fingered the side of her mask. “Why do you wear this?”
Lucy ignored the way her heart pounded at the briefest of caresses, his fingers against her cheek. “I’m the one in control. I ask the questions. Now do what I say, or else leave.”
She didn’t think he’d do it. Not really. So when Tyler lifted his hands above his head and took a step back so he was now pressed against the wall, her breath caught in her lungs. This time Lucy held his gaze as she lifted the cuffs and secured first one then the other around his wrists. The silver chains shone in the dim light as he tested them out. There wasn’t enough length to give him much room to move, but it would be enough for Lucy to twist and turn him as she wanted.
“It’s a shame I didn’t tell you to take your shirt off first. Not that I plan to deprive myself of the sight of your chest.” Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she lifted it up and over his head until it was bunched behind his neck. The stretched fabric further served to restrict his movements while at the same time framing his flawless torso.
“What do you do in the Navy?”
“I was an instructor.”
Lucy froze. “Was?”
“My time was up. I had to choose whether to re-enlist or retire.” Tyler looked away, exposing the side of his jaw and the muscle twitching beneath the surface. “I couldn’t do it anymore.”
Of all the reasons he could have come here tonight, that was the last one she would have suspected. “And where do you plan to go from here?”
“I’m not sure. I feel like I’m…”
“Adrift?”
The look of relief on his face was one Lucy wouldn’t soon forget. “Yes. I’ve been fighting against something I don’t quite understand for a long time. I couldn’t do anything about it in the Navy. I think it was slowly killing me.”
That Tyler was in pain and Lucy could help him set her heart racing again. She understood what it was like to be trapped like that. Wanting to be a part of something larger than oneself, and yet needing to protect a piece of your soul to stay sane. Lucy was still struggling to find a way to make that happen. Clearly, Tyler had found his path.
They were opposite sides of the same coin—power and i
nfluence reversed from what they both needed. Lucy raked her nails down Tyler’s naked chest. She grazed his nipples, smiling when he sucked in a sharp breath.
“You like that.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Normally I prefer my subs to call me Mistress, but ma’am sounds right coming from you. You keep saying that.”
“Yes,” he sucked in another breath as Lucy tweaked his nipple, “ma’am.”
“I’m going to play now. You stand still, sailor.”
Lucy continued to rake her nails up and down the length of Tyler’s torso. She took her time exploring the expanse of skin before her, needing to learn the landscape so she could make his blood sing. Her mouth watered as she lowered her lips to his chest. She knew he could take the pain and held nothing back as she nipped and bit his skin. Tyler flinched, his hands wrapping around the chains that held him but he didn’t try to twist away.
“You’re gorgeous. But I bet you know that. I bet you spent your days teasing all the women on your ship and around your base.” She reached around and grabbed his ass. “I bet you shook this in the faces of all those pretty young things, knowing they could never get you.”
“No, ma’am. I wouldn’t do that.”
“You wouldn’t?” Lucy leaned in and bit down on his cloth covered shoulder. “I find that hard to believe. You would enjoy teasing those girls, make them want you even when they knew they couldn’t touch you.”
“Ma’am, no—”
Lucy dropped to her knees, her face level with his groin. “Shut up.”
Tyler groaned, this time jerking hard on the chains when she leaned forward and pressed her face to his covered erection. “Shouldn’t I be doing something for you?”
“If I wanted something, then I would tell you.” Lucy blew hot air across his shaft. Tyler groaned and bucked his hips forward. She repeated the action, this time smiling as her read lipstick was left smudged behind on the fabric. “Right now I want this.”
She quickly fumbled with the buckle on his belt, jerking it, along with the front of his pants, open. “I want to see what you’re packing, sailor.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes were screwed shut, and he was breathing out in sharp gasps. “Fuck.”
Lucy reached in and pulled his cock out, exposing his hot shaft to the air. Curling her fingers around him, she rose back to her feet. The weight of his pants pulled them down his legs, and with only a little help from her, slipped down to pool around his feet. Leaning in Lucy pressed her lips to Tyler’s ear. “Bend your knee so it’s sticking out.”
He was slow to comply, though Lucy suspected his delay had more to do with the lustful haze he was now under and not from any insubordination. Tyler shakily complied. With a move far more awkward than it should have been, Lucy pulled up her skirt with one hand as she straddled his thigh. She’d forgone panties, loving the feel of the PVC against her shaved pussy. She was wet and her clit throbbed from her desire for Tyler. For too long she’d wanted him. It was time to take.
Lucy gave his cock a squeeze as she ground down on his thigh. They both groaned, their voices mingling in the room. “Don’t you dare come. Not until I tell you to.”
“Shit,” he muttered, only to gasp when she tugged down on his balls. “God, yes ma’am.”
“Yes ma’am what?”
“I won’t come until you tell me to.”
Lucy’s heart raced as she rubbed herself off on his leg. Despite her pleasurable distraction, she continued to listen to the staccato rhythm of his breathing. He jerked and twisted in his chains as she pumped his cock in time with her thrusts. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for her to feel her orgasm approach. Leaning in, she sucked on his nipple, worrying the skin with her teeth.
“God, Lucy.”
She jerked her head up, and even though she now pressed down hard on his leg, her attention was solely fixed on his face. “What?”
Tyler’s eyes were closed, but he opened them wide in surprise. “What? Ma’am?”
Lucy squeezed his cock, but she was too far gone to stop now. “Say it again.”
He licked his lips, gasping on her up stroke. “Lucy. Please Lucy. I want to come. Want you to come.”
That was it. Closing her eyes, she ground down on his thigh one more time and let her orgasm wash over her. Her skin ignited as she finally gave in to months of sexual frustration, each cell tingling with pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure blanked out the world around her. When everything finally stilled and she came back to herself, Lucy was clinging to Tyler’s body, his hard cock still in her hand.
“When did you know it was me?”
“Lucy—”
“When?” She gave his shaft a hard tug. “When?”
He licked his lips before lower his chin to his chest. “Two months ago.”
“What?” No, that was impossible.
“I saw you leaving one night after final exams. I knew you were going out to celebrate and I wanted to be with you. I followed you here.”
Lucy let her hand slip lower and cupped his balls. “I never saw you.”
“Please let me come, Lucy.” She tugged on his sack. “Ma’am! God please.”
“Why didn’t you seek me out before now?” None of this made any sense to her. Tyler had never once expressed any interest in her. Not that he could, not while he was still her superior…
Lucy dropped to her knees and held her mouth an inch above the head of his cock. “Tyler, tell me.”
“I needed to make sure.” He was openly panting now, his chest rising and falling like a billow. “After than first night I couldn’t get the image of you dressed like this out of my head. I kept having dreams of you standing over me, making me beg you for it, spanking me.” A deep blush covered his face, though if it was a result of embarrassment or lust Lucy wasn’t sure.
She held his gaze as she lowered her mouth to the tip. “Only come when I say.”
He nodded frantically, even as she sucked the tip deep into her mouth. His skin was hot and tasted of pre-come. The scent of his arousal had her pussy clenching in renewed interest. She knew when the time came she’d ride his cock until they were both screaming for release. But not now.
Sucking him down to the root of his shaft, Lucy kept her gaze on his. It didn’t take long to know he’d be unable to hold out any longer. She pulled off just long enough to whisper a harsh, “Now.”
This time when she took him in her mouth, Tyler thrust deep. Once, twice and he was coming hard into her mouth. The muscles in his thighs shook and she could feel the vibrations carry up into his stomach muscles. She swallowed down every ounce of his release and licked him clean.
Tyler was sagging in the chains, his arms pulling against the cuffs. Knowing he’d be in pain if she didn’t get him down soon, Lucy pulled herself together long enough to free him and help him to the floor. They sat side by side, surrounded by the sounds of their breathing and the smell of sex.
“Why did you retire?” She asked after the silence stretched to uncomfortable lengths.
He turned his head and stared at her. Without warning, he reached over and took her hand. “I’ve been unhappy for a while now. Not that anything was really wrong, but I think I was ready for a change.”
“And me?” She almost didn’t want to ask, scared of what the answer might be.
“I would never have taken advantage of anyone under my command.” He reached over and pulled the mask from her face. “Even a woman who is more than capable of looking after herself and everyone else around her. I’ve been attracted to you ever since you showed up in my classroom.”
“You left because of me?”
He shrugged. “I left because you were the first woman who I knew would understand what I needed. I knew it was time to take a chance.”
“I…” She swallowed past the unexpected lump in her throat. “I want to take that chance. I’ve been looking for someone too.”
“Me?”
She nodded. “If yo
u think you can put up with me.”
Tyler smiled for the first time that night. “Oh, yes ma’am.”
Bound for the Bedroom
I’m not sure who was more surprised when I handed my husband the How-To Introducing BDSM into Your Relationship book: me, or my husband. I know it was not something he ever thought I’d be into, despite enjoying the occasional slap, and they way I jump to do whatever he wanted if he used a particular tone in the bedroom.
I honestly never thought I’d get up the nerve to tell him. Hey sweetie, I don’t mind at all if you want to tie me to the bed and pinch my nipples until I come. Oh and can you flog me until I’m begging? Thanks! It’d kind of a hard conversation to approach after ten years of a happy marriage.
So as I was standing there, letting him read the back cover of the book, I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. The kids were going to camp for the weekend, which would give us enough time and space to see where we might be able to take this. Worst case, I figured we’d at least be able to talk things over and maybe have sex on the kitchen counter. Best case, I’d be able to live out a few of my deeper fantasies. Either way, I wanted to give him time to mull it over. I’d learned long ago that he didn’t like to have things sprung on him.
He quirked an eyebrow over the top of the book, his gaze traveling down my body as if seeing me for the first time. “Something you’re trying to tell me?”
“I’d like to give some of this a shot.” Of course he was going to make me spell it out. He was a natural Dom that way. “This weekend.”
He nodded and opened the book to a random page. “Anything in particular?”
“I flagged a few things of interest.” There was no way I was touching the book again. I’d managed to put the ball in his court and I wasn’t brave enough to take it back. “Just read it over and let me know what you think.”
The kids came into the room then, looking for food and needing help with homework, cutting short any more conversation on the subject. He disappeared for a few minutes and when he came back the book was gone.
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