For the Sub

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Brandy’s body trembled from need.

He didn’t ask again. Instead he continued, using the same madness-inducing rhythm and pressure.

The more he touched her, the closer she came to unraveling.

She swam through the haze of sensation.

Delay her gratification?

Or grab the release that was right there, even if it meant dealing with more of this terrible tension later? “Whatever you prefer, Sir.” She curled her toes under, desperately seeking to hold on.

He didn’t respond.

“Sir, Sir, Sir!” She gulped in gasps of air.

“You want to know what pleases me? Then wait. I want you to fight off your responses and need.”

She exhaled a shaky gasp, hanging onto his words, grateful he’d told her that.

But instead of removing his hand, the heartless Dominant kept up his ministrations.

“Will you stop, please, Sir?”

“Absolutely not. I want you to suffer for me, Brandy.”

“This is more than suffering,” she managed, gasping around the words. “It’s anguish, Sir.”

“I won’t think less of you if you come.”

She pulled away from him a bit, but her body’s needs betrayed her. Like the needy sub she was, she swayed, moving her hips back. “You’ll punish me, though. By withholding future orgasms.”

“Of course I will.”

“Then…” Thoughts tumbled. “I’m begging you…” How could he know what she wanted when she couldn’t decide? She hadn’t been with him enough to know how he meted out punishment. But nothing, nothing, could be worse than this. “Please.” Please, yes. Please, no.

“What are you asking for, Brandy?”

The orgasm loomed, right there.

In the end, she was too much of a pleaser to disregard his decision. “Will you please stop touching me, Sir?” she begged miserably.

“Anything you wish.” He eased his hand away.

Dozens of pins and needles seemed to dance across her skin.

She rose up then slammed her heels down as she struggled to find her way back from the edge that he’d kept her on.

Being upside down left her disoriented, alternately chilled and overheated.

“Are you forgetting something?”

“Oh, God.” Remorse threatened to choke her. “Thank you for stopping, Sir.”

He began to touch her again.

She swam in a pool of defeat.

“You had to be prompted to remember your manners, pretty subbie. This will serve as reinforcement, perhaps?”

Heaven save me.

Now she had her answer to her earlier question.

Master Niles was as creative as he was diabolical when it came to his punishments.

The world spun around her, leaving her lightheaded from being bent over for so long.

Her pussy was slick with desire, and the intensity of the pinpricks quadrupled. “I apologize, Sir. I know to be grateful for your kindness. Thank you.”

“Apology accepted.”

She sighed her relief.

But he never paused his relentless torment.

Squeezing her buttocks hard, she asked, “Sir?”

“As I said, I’m ensuring you learn the lesson.”

Her heart frantically thumped in her ears. “Oh, Sir. I’m a fast learner. I promise.”

“What are you not going to do?”

“I’m not going to come, Sir.” By far, this was the worst punishment she’d ever received.

“And what are you going to do?”

“Use my manners, Sir.”

Other exacting Doms had spanked her for her rare lapses, but she knew this unique form of torture would linger.

Then it hit her.

He was still waiting for her gratitude.

Damn. Will I learn? “Thank you, Sir!”

He tweaked her labia then pushed his thumb against her clit.

She jerked away from his hand but forced herself back into position before he needed to correct her. “Sir, I’m on the edge.”

“Mmm.”

His voice sounded disinterested, and she was splintering from the inside out.

In all her years of BDSM play, she’d never had a Dom who refused to stop when she said the word edge.

“Thank you for the lesson,” she whispered as she repeatedly slammed her heels into the floor, hoping to distract herself from the power of the approaching orgasm. “You’re being amazingly instructive.”

Babbling, she repeatedly thanked him, balling her hands into fists.

“There are ways for me to keep you right where you are without letting you come, heightening your tension for minutes, maybe an hour.”

“Sir’s abilities are amazing.”

He backed off a little, offering a tiny respite, but reinforcing what he’d just said.

But surely he wouldn’t actually continue this for much longer. Surely. “Thank you for that. I’m grateful.”

“I’m quite certain you are.” He laughed and the warm, genuine sound drenched her in intimacy.

Her clit seemed to have swollen to twice its normal size. Then the awful Dom pulled back its little hood, exposing more of it.

Frantically, she dug her fingernails into her ankles.

Her damnable tights constricted her movements, making it impossible for her to part her legs in order to dissipate the prickling sensations that blazed through her.

Unable to decide what to do, out of viable techniques, she surrendered and tried to let her mind float. “Thank you,” she whispered.

If she couldn’t hold on, if he won this battle, at least she would have an earthshaking orgasm out of it. “Thank you,” she repeated. Not just for the lesson, but for the attention, the way he noted her reactions and his relentlessness. “Thank you, Sir. Master Niles.” Over and over, she repeated the words until they became part blur, part mantra.

Somewhere, somehow, she forgot about herself.

A moment ago, she’d been thinking about her own satisfaction. Now, she wanted nothing more than to please him.

Eyes closed, focusing on her heartbeat, she shut out everything else but thoughts of him.

“That’s it. Fight it because your Dominant demands that of you.”

His voice seemed to come from a long way off.

My Dominant.

How long had it been since she’d thought in those terms?

Emotion caught in her throat.

This—what she was experiencing right this moment—was what she dreamed of, yearned for.

But it was temporary, a moment in time and space.

And that thought brought tears to her eyes.

She yearned for someone in her life who cared enough to read her thoroughly, to recognize her needs more completely than she understood them herself…

“Good girl. My sweet little submissive.”

His voice penetrated her foggy thoughts, making her realize he’d been talking to her for some time.

Somewhere along the way, he’d stopped touching her, and she hadn’t been aware of it.

By slow measures she noticed her surroundings, her throbbing pussy, and the sensation of peace that cloaked her.

Transcending her needs in order to satisfy her Dom’s command gave her a sense of satisfied bliss. Completion. Union.

This sensation didn’t happen to her often, and she lived for the moments it did. “Thank you,” she whispered a final time as she opened her eyes.

“Without a doubt, you are the most exquisite sub I’ve ever been with.”

She tucked his words of appreciation deep inside her heart where she could take them out and savor them again and again in the future.

He crouched behind her.

From her upside-down position, her hair draped on the floor, she looked at him. In his face, she read approval, and power in the set of his jaw.

“Open your mouth.”

When she did, he slipped two fingers inside.

“Clean them.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dutifully, she sucked and licked.

The tangy taste of her arousal on his skin deepened their sense of connection. Master Niles was utterly sexy.

At the Den, his actions had been about her pleasure as much as—if not more than—his own.

Tonight he seemed to have the same intention.

Many Doms she played with would have had her on her knees already, pumping their dicks into her mouth as if racing to an invisible finish line. But he seemed to want to savor every moment.

“Well done.” Nodding, he extracted his fingers then grabbed her around the hips to steady her. “I’ll help you up.”

“I could use the assistance, Sir. Thank you. I’m not sure I can stand under my own power.”

“That pleases me.”

Shocking her, he swept her from her feet and deposited her on the bed.

“Tights,” he said, “the most underrated form of bondage. Maybe I’ll take you out in public with the waistband around your thighs.”

She laughed. “I’m sure I’d look like a duck rather than a seductress, Sir.”

“Regardless, you’d be very much aware of your place.”

“Master Niles, any woman, whether she’s in the lifestyle or not, is going to be aware of her place around you.”

“I’m not interested in any other woman.”

The force in his words made her slide back on the bed.

“We’re talking about you, Brandy.”

She chose her next words with great care. “You have a way of moving, speaking, behaving that makes me very much aware of being female and reinforces my submissiveness. It doesn’t matter if I am naked and chained at your feet, or dressed in that girdle you threatened me with—”

“I assure you, it wasn’t merely a threat.”

Breath whooshed from her lungs.

After what they’d just shared, she didn’t doubt him.

Legs planted far apart, arms folded across his chest, he considered her. His enigmatic remoteness both thrilled and frightened her.

“No matter where we are, Sir, in public, surrounded by my friends, I could never deny the force of your personality, nor would I want to. That you are a Dom excites me. I’ve thought about you since the evening we scened together.” Lowering her voice, she confessed, “I’ve masturbated to the memory.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

“Sir?”

“Masturbate. Tell me what you were thinking while you were doing it.”

The suggestion alternately embarrassed and energized her.

With quick and efficient movements, he finished undressing her before folding her garments and neatly stacking them on top of the dresser.

“I’ll need my vibrator,” she said.

“Where is it?”

“Bottom drawer. Left side. Under my jeans.”

“Hiding it from company?”

“My version of a quick cleanup before guests started to arrive,” she confessed, hoping he had no need to go into her closet. All the mess from her office had been piled in there.

She propped a pillow behind her head and asked, “Will you also grab a pair of my nipple clamps, Sir?”

“You have several. Any preference?”

“The tweezers, please.”

He returned to the bedside a moment later and plugged in the large massager with its thick white head before offering the clamps.

“Would you like to put them on me, Sir?”

“Did you use them when you thought of me?”

“I did,” she admitted.

“In that case, no. I want to watch you put them in place.”

She accepted the sturdy metal chain that he offered. For both of them, this was unique. In his videos, he competently dominated the models and actresses. When she scened with men—Master Niles included—they took control.

He loomed over her, and anticipation made her mouth dry.

“Pretend I’m not here.”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “You know that’s impossible, Sir.” Hyperaware of his presence and studied interest, she tried to shut him out and follow his instructions.

She placed a pillow beneath her knees and spread her legs before closing her eyes and squeezing her left breast.

“You like more pressure than I knew,” he said.

“I do.” She toyed with her nipple, playing with it first to get it hard. Then she twisted it, and the sensation made her arch her back in pleasure. “Even before I affixed the first clamp the other night, I was remembering our time together and the way you told me to cut the bullshit.” She pulled on her nipple, distending it.

She opened her eyes so that she could see where she was placing the rubber tips.

“You’re giving me an idea for a new script.”

There was a husky tone in his voice that made goose bumps skitter down her spine. “As I slid this part up”—she took hold of the small piece of metal that tightened the clamps—“I was recalling how nervous you made me, as if you saw through the act I sometimes bring to my job. You scared me a little, Sir, but that thrilled me, too. I’ve been wanting a man who will demand more than I usually give.”

Brandy met his gaze.

His eyes were narrowed, and he’d moved a bit closer to her. He was looking at her as if she were the only woman on the planet who mattered. Was it any wonder she fantasized about him?

“May I?” he asked as she reached to fondle her right breast.

“Please,” she murmured.

He took hold of her flesh with some tenderness, but when he tightened his grip, her pussy dampened.

“Damn, Sir,” she said when he readjusted his grip and simply rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Nice.”

“Thought you might appreciate that amount of pressure.”

Suddenly, she couldn’t string two coherent thoughts together.

He let go of her and placed the clamp, sliding the clip into place. “Like this?”

There was the same tension on both nipples. “You follow examples well, Sir.”

“I’m watching you,” he told her. “Every movement.”

“Were you always a straight A student?”

“In the subjects that mattered to me.” He moved away. “Go on,” he encouraged.

“Then I thought about the way you fingered me.” She pulled back the hood of her clitoris and stroked the tiny nub.

He nodded. “Lovely. So swollen already.”

Brandy picked up the vibrator with its overly large head and turned on the power switch to the lowest setting. With him watching her, she’d be coming apart in less than thirty seconds if she flipped it on high.

“Talk to me,” he prompted.

“When I place this against my pussy, I was remembering the way you told me you owed me a punishment for coming without permission even though you forced it from me.”

“I hadn’t forgotten.”

She turned her head.

“You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about it,” he said.

“Sir?”

“You’re unforgettable, Brandy.”

More of those amazing words to carefully file away for later. “But I was sure that was just part of the scene…”

“I keep my promises, and I remember what I say. I would have searched you out and held you accountable the next time I saw you at the Den.”

Would you have?

She looked away from him.

Because she was already so turned on from his earlier denial, her memories and his words drove her response. “When I masturbated before, it was good, Sir. But this”—with you watching—“is so much better.” She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her pelvis. “You fingered me.”

“I remember.”

“And you ate me out.”

“Your pretty cunt needs a lot more attention from me, I’m sure.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her thighs trembled. Knowing he was here, enjoying himself, increased the sensuality of the experience.

“Watching you is so fucking hot, Brandy.”

“It’s you, Sir…”

“How long did it take you to come?”

“About two minutes. Maybe even a bit less.”

“See if you can last at least that long this time.”

“Sir, I’m always in trouble for coming too soon,” she protested. “And you’ve already been edging me.”

“Then we’ll consider this an extension of what you’ve already endured.”

“You meant it when you said you wanted me to suffer for you.”

“Most assuredly. It fires my fantasies and keeps my cock hard.”

Your words.

God.

He checked his watch. “Two full minutes. Not a moment less.”

“Or you’ll deny me for the rest of the night?”

“And you’ll think that what you’ve already been through was a stroll through the park,” he affirmed.

Eyes wide open, she looked at him. “I’ve never been with anyone quite like you.”

“And I’ll damn well see that you’re not in the future.”

His statement blasted a thrill through her.

Maybe they were words uttered only during intimate moments, but still, she held onto them as if they were an emotional lifeline.

“Get on with it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, lost in him and his hoarse demand.

As she writhed, losing herself in memories and fighting back the impending orgasm, the bastard flipped the switch to high.

Crying out, she moaned.

At every turn, Master Niles challenged her, pushing her into realms she’d never before explored.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “A minute and a half to go.”

If I don’t lose my mind first.

To occupy herself, she mentally counted backward from ninety.

I can do this.

Right?