Missing Ink

by E J Frost

  The tension slides off his face and he closes his notebook. “Sounds good. See you guys at oh-nine-thirty?”

  Max and Manny nod before Max abruptly cuts off the call.

  “Still hasn’t learned how to say goodbye, has he?” I observe to Logan.

  “Nope. He sucks at hello, too. You ever peg him for a Dom?”

  I shake my head. I liked all of the men in my unit well enough, but Logan was the only one I openly discussed my sex life with.

  “What made you realize he was one?” I ask as we leave his office, shutting off the lights and checking the front door security before Logan leads the way up the stairs.

  “Seeing him interact with Emily. I had my suspicions before then. He was always more interested in kink than a vanilla would be. But as soon as I saw him try to protect Emmy, I was sure of it. Daddy Dom if I ever met one.”

  “Cynnie’s a sweetie. Max mentioned you introduced them.”

  “Yeah, Emily bribed him into coming to our littles playgroup and maneuvered them into playing Twister together. Max never stood a chance.”

  I chuckle. “And she looks so innocent.”

  Logan snorts. “You know what they say about appearances.”

  “I do, son. I surely do. I’m lucky I met Bren before Emmy decided to play matchmaker.”

  Logan turns to me as he reaches the landing at the top of the stairs. “You honestly think she didn’t?”

  That catches me off-guard. “Tell me your little did not set me and Bren up.”

  “I could, but it’d be a lie. Pretty sure she began planning it during our collaring ceremony. She mentioned being disappointed you didn’t notice Bren. You should’ve seen how fast she pounced when you mentioned you wanted to cover your mermaid.”

  “That little—”

  “Monkey. I know. She thinks up happy endings for a living. Matchmaking’s live-action roleplay for her.”

  “I’m not sure if I should be annoyed or amused.”

  “Go with amused. She’s only got her friend’s best interests at heart. Otherwise, I’d paddle her for you.”

  “Paddle her anyway.”

  “Oh, I will.” He grins as he turns to head down the hallway to the master bedroom. “Just not as hard.”

  I slip back into the bedroom and begin shedding the sweats I put on. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bren’s slender hand flip back the bedsheets.

  “Sorry if I woke you, sweetheart,” I whisper.

  “I’m not.” She pats the mattress. “I’ve been a bad, bad subbie, Sir.”

  Her sultry tone tells me this is play, but since there’s almost always a thread of truth in every joke, I keep my tone serious when I answer her.

  “Have you, now? What have you done wrong, bad subbie?”

  “I’m supposed to offer you my ass before bed every night, Sir. I didn’t do that tonight.”

  “Or last night,” I say, putting a knee on the bed and smiling down at her. Her teeth flash in the dim light through the curtains as she grins back at me.

  “I didn’t offer last night, Sir?”

  “Not that I remember.”

  The gleam of her teeth widens. “Early onset dementia. It’s a thing.”

  “Not my thing, girl. Try again.”

  “Okay, so I didn’t offer last night, either. Awesomely bad subbie. You should funish me, Sir. With something other than an essay. Because that is not a funishment.”

  “Wasn’t intended to be, girl. But now a funishment’s in order. Off the bed. On the floor.”

  She slithers out of the covers and off the bed, long, pale limbs gleaming in the faint light that washes her tattoos to gray and throws the black line of her collar into high relief. She settles on her knees, in the position I’ve taught her. I cup her chin in my hand and praise her.

  “I’m pleased with you, girl. Before we start, tell me how your body’s feeling?”

  Asking gives me a moment to assess her. She’s moving easily, no sign her leg’s bothering her or she’s too sore for more play, although I’m guessing her kitty and sphincter are more than tender.

  “Good, Sir. Thighs are still hot.”

  Not surprising, given how much I lit them up.

  “And your headspace?”

  “Good, Sir. Thank you for everything tonight.”

  “You’re welcome. Don’t bring any of it into our scene, girl. Focus just on me. Who am I?”

  “My Sir,” she says, her voice dropping to a soft husk.

  “That’s right.” I widen my stance. “Worship your Sir, my little goddess. Start at my feet. Kisses and tongue all the way up to my balls.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she purrs, her eyes going heavy and hooded.

  She bends all the way over and plants a sweet kiss on the top of each foot before licking up to my ankle. She lavishes attention on the bony knob, soft kisses and sweet sweeps of her tongue and, because she wouldn’t be my bold girl if she didn’t, a naughty nip or two. I growl at each nip, but I actually enjoy the small displays of spirit. I have no issue protecting and nurturing my subbie, but I miss my sammie’s sass when she’s subdued.

  I also enjoy the sight of her bent over at my feet, her back bowed and the graceful curve of her spine prominent as she licks and kisses up my calf. I lean over and smack the firm globes of her ass, enjoying both the lingering redness and the anticipation of sinking in between those hot, red rounds later.

  “Hands on me, my dirty girl. Touch your Sir.”

  She circles my ankles with her long, strong fingers. I love those ten points of connection. There’s something so intimate about having her kneeling at my feet, clinging to my ankles, as she laves my legs with her lips and tongue. I can’t see her face; there should be a disconnect like when she knelt under the table to blow me, but there’s none. I see every small shift of muscle, hear every compressed breath. As she reaches my thighs, I drop my hand to her hair and stroke her knobbly dreadlocks. Amy made touching her hair a hard limit after I cut it off to humiliate her. I love that I can play with Bren’s, even if I’m careful not to pull too hard on her dreads since I’ve read online that they can break. Her little nips on the sensitive skin of my thighs draw hisses out of me and get my cock standing at full attention. By the time she reaches my balls, she’s got easy access and she doesn’t hesitate, giving me sweet little kisses at first before licking hard into the separation between my gonads. She sucks my left nut into her mouth and pulls so hard I go blind for a moment.

  “Fuck, girl.”

  She doesn’t answer, but she hums her amusement before lavishing the same attention on my right nut. Her hand slides up my thigh and curls around my cock. She doesn’t jack me, just holds me in her warm hand while her other fingers kneed and rub up my thigh, working ever closer to the crease behind my balls.

  “Where do you think that hand’s going, girl?”

  She presses a finger to my taint.

  “Did I say you could go there?”

  She rolls her eyes up to me as she stretches her little mouth around both of my balls. I swear the top of my head’s about to blow off. “Nrrsrr.”

  “No, I didn’t. Behave yourself girl or no orgasm when I’m fucking that ass.”

  The sassy light in her eyes tells me she’s about to dare it, but the promise of an anal orgasm must be too strong, and she cups my balls with those lean fingers instead while she laps at my balls with her teasing tongue.

  “That’s my good girl. You’re learning just how far you can push your Sir, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she says around licks.

  “Up on the bed now. Your Sir wants to fuck.”

  She scrambles up onto the bed with a huge grin.

  “Show your Sir your holes, dirty girl.”

  She squirms down to hang her ass off the edge of the bed and spreads her legs, planting her heels on the bed and lifting her hips so I get a good view of her pussy, gleaming like a pearl in the dim light, and the dark furl below. Bren’s opening is adorably tucked deep behind ve
ry pouty lips. She’s not pierced anywhere south of her navel and I’m so tempted to set some rings in those sulky pink lips, even if temporarily. I pluck at her lips, pinching them until they flush.

  “I want to pierce you, girl.”

  She gulps audibly. “Okay, Sir.”

  “Any reason you’re not already pierced here?”

  “Just the time it takes to heal putting me out of commission.”

  “Mmm, but I can fuck this little ass while you do.” I take the opportunity to lube up my fingers and play with her ass.

  She shivers and her hands move restlessly over her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”

  “When your real collar arrives, I think that’ll be a nice way to end my third claiming of all your holes, bold girl. I’ll pierce this greedy kitty and close it up with some rings and ties until the holes heal. A pretty little lattice. I’ll unlace you to pee and clean yourself but otherwise your kitty’s out of business until I open it up again.”

  Her head thrashes on the bed, dreadlocks writhing around her shoulders. “No, Sir.”

  “No, you wouldn’t like that?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Mmm, I think I could make you like it, girl.”

  She chokes on a laugh. “You probably could, Sir.”

  “For right now, I think I’ll just make these holes nice and red before I use them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

  She shakes her head. “My pussy must be red already.”

  “It is.” I clean my hand on some baby wipes before I part those reddened outer lips and rub my thumbs up and down her opening before making a gentle incursion inside. She doesn’t flinch or tighten. No serious discomfort. “Such a pretty color. But I’d like to see it ruby red. Ten strikes with the crop, goddess. That’s all I’ll ask. Five swats on your sore pussy and five on your tender little asshole and then I’ll fuck both holes and you can come as often as you like.”

  She wriggles. “Please, no, Sir. I’m already sore.”

  “I know you are, but you’re also my dirty, dirty girl who wants her hot holes fucked and this is the only way your Sir wants to fuck them. Tell me yes, sweetheart.”

  “I’m not using my safe word, Sir.”

  “I know, girl. I want to hear you consent to the pain I’m about to give you.”

  She wriggles harder. “Fuck, Sir. Don’t make me do that.”

  “I want to hear it, girl. Tell me you agree even though you know how much it will hurt. Tell me you want the pain I give you.”

  “You know I do, Sir.” She tips her head back until the cords stand out in her throat. “Don’t make me say it.”

  I reach over to where my toy bag’s resting on a luggage rack at the foot of the bed, take out my crop, and use it to trace circles around her nipples. “I have to hear it, girl.”

  She groans and when she doesn’t say it, I slap her nipples, right and left, with the crop. She squeals but holds her position with her holes beautifully displayed for me.

  “Such a good girl,” I praise her before I crop her nipples again.

  “Please, Sir, they’re on fire!”

  “Stings like a bitch, doesn’t it? How’s it coming with telling me you agree to ten because I want to fuck that kitty and ass so bad, girl, but I can’t until I hear it.”

  “Sir!”

  I crop her nipples again. “I’m waiting, girl.”

  “Yes, I agree to ten, Sir!”

  I plant a hand on the bed so I can lean over and kiss her. “So pleased with you, my girl. Hold your kitty open with your fingers so I have a nice, clear target.”

  Her hands clench into fists on her thighs, but she does as instructed, peeling open her pussy lips and holding them open with the tips of her fingers. Her opening’s already a deep pink. I tap the crop’s tongue against that inflamed flesh and glory in her yelp, the contraction of the muscles in her thighs, and the bright flush of the bee-stung skin. I give her a moment to recover before slapping in a second strike’s that’s harder and flatter, whipping the leather across her entire opening. She howls and hisses and kicks one foot off the bed but immediately gets back into position, my well-trained sub.

  “Good girl. That’s right. Such a well-behaved girl for her Sir.” While I speak, I clean off the crop with a baby wipe and drizzle a little more lube over her exposed asshole. Impact on wet skin hurts so much worse. She’s experienced enough to know that and the way she twists and whimpers tells me she knows exactly what’s coming.

  I give her five hard, fast hits with the edge of the crop, catching her sensitive rim and the flesh around it with the rough leather edge. Bren hisses through the first three and screams through the last two, then sags into the bed, panting and twisting against the burn on that tenderest of areas.

  “Fuck, Sir! Please enough. Enough.”

  “No, three more on your pussy. You know they’re coming,” I say as I clean off the crop’s tongue again.

  Bren squeals and kicks her feet even though I haven’t touched her. “Don’t make me hold myself open for these.”

  “Oh, you absolutely will, my sassy girl. You’ll hold yourself open and ask me nicely to give you the last three and then beg me to fuck those hot, smarting, red holes.”

  “No.” She pants. “Fuck you, Sir. I’m not asking for any more pain.”

  “No?” I ask as I flick the crop at her nipples. She throws her head back again and howls.

  “Enough!”

  “Really stinging now, isn’t it, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Then ask me to give you the last three on your greedy, slutty kitty and we can move on to the orgasms.”

  Bren blows through her nose for nearly a full minute while I turn her nipples cherry red even in the faint light. Finally, she gives in. “Please three more on my pussy, Sir!”

  “There it is, my good girl. Here’s one.” I give her a gentler flick for the first hit, which only draws a hiss out of her. The second one’s full strength and she jolts up off the bed with a screech. Her hands fly out of position, cupping over her cunt protectively. I slap the crop against her knuckles. “Back in position.”

  She throws her head back and screams “Fuck!” but immediately puts her hands back where they belong.

  Since she’s expecting pain, I give her the last stroke as a caress, swirling the leather over her opening and up and down her lips with a gentle tap on her clit hood. Brenna thrashes on the bed, not due to pain, although she’s probably stinging everywhere, just from the sensations running through her body.

  “Hold yourself open for your Sir’s cock, girl,” I tell her as I clean off the crop a final time and tuck it back in the bag. Brenna’s still twisting around, one foot continually slipping off the bed as she writhes. I take her ankle gently and settle her foot on the bed. She whimpers as I rub the head of my cock over her pussy lips, which feel like they’re on fire. I butt the head against her clit several times while she moans, then slide in between those red-hot cunt lips.

  “Sir!”

  “Ah, I know, girl. Hurts so good, doesn’t it? Your kitty’s all hot and swollen. Feels so good on my cock.” I drive in and set a hard, thumping rhythm to further inflame her aggravated flesh. She arches her back and pumps her hips against mine but doesn’t try to twist away and doesn’t break position. I glory in the wet heat, clasping her thighs to pull her back and back and back onto my cock. Her muscles begin to shake, her head going back again and a dark flush spreading down her cheeks and throat. I lean forward and hook two fingers in her mouth, pressing her tongue down so she tastes me as she comes.

  She screams, an animal howl around my fingers, as those strong internal muscles clasp and squeeze my cock. Her clit throbs against my root as I thrust deep, giving her as much stimulation as I can, connecting us as one as she continues to spasm and wail out her pleasure.

  “That’s my good girl. My goddess.” I reach down and paddle her clit with two fingers, prolonging her orgasm even as she screeches and bucks at the excessive
stimulation. Her body goes over again, her clit like a stiff little blade beneath my working fingers even as her kitty works my cock.

  I let her come down slowly, her muscles going slack, the deep flush fading. She blinks up at me, fogged and probably very sleepy, but gamely changes position when I take her ankles and lift them over her head.

  “Hold your ass open for your Sir’s cock, girl.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She reaches around and holds her cheeks apart for me. I withdraw from her still-clenching cunt and press my cock head against her hole, easing my way in to enjoy the wonderful heat as her body admits me. The sight of her rim stretching around me nearly pushes me over the edge and I sink deep to avoid finishing too fast. This girl undoes me.

  “Sir?” She reaches up, tugging on my shoulders. I shift her legs out of the way so I can look down into her face and nearly fall the chasm of vulnerability that’s opened in her eyes.

  “Yes, my goddess?”

  “Please?” She tugs on my shoulders again and I understand what she needs. More connection, more intimacy, more us .

  I slip out of her, pick her up under the shoulders, and slide her up the bed as I move over her. As soon as she’s settled, I lift her hips with a pillow, open her legs, and sink into her. She wraps her legs around my hips, her arms around my shoulders, and I let her cling to me as I take her ass with slow, deep surges.

  “First time I kissed you, bold girl,” I whisper to her. “I noticed you don’t clutch at me even when I had you off balance. I thought it was because you’d been trained not to, but that’s not what it was, was it?”

  “No, Sir,” she whispers, her lips brushing my cheek.

  “Hold on to me now, girl. Hold on tight. I’ll never push you off, never let you fall. You’re my girl. My goddess. How could I let you down, angel?”

  “Please don’t, Sir,” she says, and her voice is so broken it’s close to a sob.

  “No, girl. I won’t.” I slide my hand under her good hip, grip it, and use my hold to pull her up onto my cock as I give her faster, more fluid thrusts, each one cementing my girl to her Sir. She responds with the most beautiful whimpers. “You’re going to give me everything and I’m going to take it and make sure you have everything you need.”