For the Sub

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

In her peripheral vision, Brandy watched him remove the rest of his clothes.

The sight of his naked body might send her careening into the abyss.

She sensed, rather than saw, him open the nightstand to take out a condom.

Thank God.

Did that mean he’d finally put a stop to his madness and allow her to come?

“When you were replaying our scene…”

“Sir?”

“Before you came, what were you remembering?”

She was so into this moment that she truly had no idea.

“Do you want me to start the timer over?”

“No!”She forced out a shaky breath. “I mean, no, Sir. That won’t be necessary.”

“Good. Now continue your story.”

I’m not sure I can even remember my own name.“What made me come was recalling the way the flogger felt on my body.”

He turned off the vibrator and pulled it away, leaving her shaking with need. The sudden silence and lack of stimulation shocked her.

Before she could ask any questions, he knelt on the bed between her legs.

“Open your mouth.”

When she complied, he placed the metal chain from the clamps between her teeth.

“Keep it there,” he warned.

Helplessly, she blinked.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her hips from the pillow, looking at her pussy and simultaneously preventing her from moving. He kept her like that for a long while. He was preventing an orgasm—thank God—and yet keeping her aroused.

“Put your legs on my shoulders.”

Which means…

Once she had, he licked her pussy.

Double damn, he was good at that.

In anguished bliss, she closed her eyes.

It only took a few moments of his exquisite attention for her to inch toward an orgasm again.

Having the chain to the clamps in her mouth kept her quiet and forced her to be still so she didn’t pull too hard. Her nipples were already a bit sore, and she didn’t want to make them feel worse.

She dug her hands into his hair, bringing his head closer. He responded to her unspoken request by sucking and entering her pussy with a finger.

Brandy was lost.

“Nowyou may come, pretty subbie.”

As he ate her, teased her, she came apart, and she couldn’t help but thrash around, which yanked on her nipple clamps.

Magnified pain shot arrows of awareness toward her pussy.

With a muffled cry, she came.

He kept at it, licking, sucking, finger-fucking, forcing her to ride the high for longer than she’d known possible.

Master Niles was perfect at reading her reactions.

When she reached a second climax, this one more intense, she screamed out, releasing the chain from her mouth.

Frantically, she shook her head, trying to clear the myriad colors and thoughts that clouded her mind.

She’d never had sex like this.

Though this didn’t have all the trappings of a BDSM scene, there was no doubt he was in control, and she loved it. “Sir, that was…”

“You taste delicious. I need to start you out like that every time.”

“Thank you, Sir.” A thrill lanced her. He was a generous lover. “The wait was more than worth it.” She met his gaze. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, my pretty sub.”

That she was in her own bed and could fall asleep after this was over made the experience a hundred times better.

Master Niles was everything she’d ever wanted in a Dominant, and this was everything she’d dreamed of having in a love affair.

Still, she pinched herself.

Even though he’d already done and said things that made her heart soar, she’d be a fool to think it was anything more than a one-evening kick to him.

In the morning he’d go home.

Which meant she needed to relax into the moment and enjoy him being here.

The feelings of loss she’d experience when her bed and her life were empty again could wait for the morning.

“Hands above your head, sub.”

For several moments, she remained immobile as she struggled to find the energy to obey.

“Do you need some encouragement?” His voice held a wicked, punishing tone.

“No, Sir!” The backs of her thighs burned, and the rest of her body felt lethargic.

“I’m not done with you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

He gave one of her buttocks a sharp smack.

“A threat,” she managed around a gasp. But he did give her the motivation to follow his order.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Ms. Hess.”

“Clearly, Sir.”

He grinned and she smiled back, a sexy, shared moment.

Positioning himself at her entrance, Master Niles kept her legs high.

As he pressed in, the backs of her thighs were stretched tight.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me.”

In a single, long movement, he sank into her.

The force of his stroke made her gasp. “Oh, hell, yes. Sir,” she whispered when she was able to breathe again.

He stayed still for a few seconds as she accommodated his length.

“That’s it, beautiful Brandy.”

In response to his pretty words, she clenched her internal muscles, trying to draw him deeper.

“Squeeze my cock.”

Her body had been made for his searing penetration.

Using the leverage of his shoulders, she lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts and tightening her muscles around his penis. “So hot, Sir. So deep.”

“Perfect,” he agreed.

He captured her wrists with one of his strong hands.

Everything about him was delicious.

The added bite of the clamps heightened her pain even more. He knew exactly how to arouse her. “Sir, I need to come again.”

“I told you that foregoing earlier ones would be worth it. Climax as often as you want,” he encouraged, shortening his motions.

Tiny droplets of perspiration dotted her body. “Do me, Sir!”

Then he pounded into her the way she wanted.

“Yeah, this is what you need.”

“Yes, Sir. It is. It is!” Her words became half-sigh, half-scream.

Tightening his grip on her wrists, he ordered, “Come.”

Left with no option, she jerked against him, helpless to resist.

Relentlessly, he fucked her hard, drawing out her orgasm, making her ride it longer than she imagined possible.

Finally, replete, she shattered, and moments later, her body went slack.

“That will do for a warm-up.”

“Warm-up, Sir?” She cleared her throat. “I’m not certain I’ll survive whatever else you have in mind.”

“I’ll make sure you do.” He withdrew his still-hard cock and left the bed.

Confusion chased away her sense of satisfaction. “Sir?” From his absence, mentally and physically, she shivered.

“I promised you a shower.”

“But you didn’t…”

“I’ll get mine, Brandy. Up,” he told her.

“I don’t think I can move.” Not that she wanted to. “You’ve got a magnificent body, Sir.”

His gorgeous cock was still hard, pointing forward, and she rolled to one side to prop her head on her hand so she could get a better look at him as he removed the condom and discarded it in a trash can.

With appreciation, she drank in his trim hips and lean torso.

His powerful legs and cut biceps spoke of raw strength.

Despite already being satisfied numerous times, a primal beat pulsed in her, reawakening her sexual interest.

“I believe I told you to get up?” He folded his massive arms across his chest.

When she didn’t immediately move, he did.

He grabbed her from the bed then tossed her over his shoulder.

Yelping, she flailed and kicked.

“Stop that.” He swatted her bare ass. Hard.

“Ow, Sir!”

“Next time, do as you’re told, when you’re told.”

He strode out of the bedroom, jostling her as he walked.

“Your shoulder is knobby,” she complained.

“Poor thing.”

Blood rushed to her head and the ground swayed beneath her.

But the truth was, there was no place she’d rather be than this close to him.

His next move jostled her, and she braced her palms on his back, not that he would drop her, she was sure.

In the bathroom he deposited her on the countertop.

“That’s cold, Sir,” she protested.

“My apologies, Princess. Maybe you’d be more comfortable on your knees?”

She yielded to the impulse to link her hands around his neck. “If you say so, Sir.”

“I do.” His motions at odds with the simmering passion in his eyes, he placed her on the tile floor before putting a hand on her head and forcing her down.

From this position, his dick was the only thing she could see.

“Lick it. No hands.”

“I love the way you taste,” she said after placing her tongue against the underneath of his cockhead. Clean, crisp.

After saying that, Brandy sucked him into her mouth.

“I said to lick it, sub. Do as you’re told.”

His tone held a sexy growl that drove her mad.

Mindful of his order, she let his cock slip from her mouth before angling her head to once again draw her tongue along his shaft from slit to balls.

“That’s better.”

He might be a big, bad, demanding Dom, but the way he dug his hands into her hair and held her assured her he was enjoying her service.

As she continued, he grew thicker.

When he finally pulled away, he had to be close to ejaculating. “Kneel back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You could say that like you mean it.”

“Sorry.” Her voice lacked contrition.

She wanted him to spill down her throat, using her like the submissive she was. “That was the best I could. I’m too well trained to tell you what I really thought, Sir.”

“You’ll get as much cock as you want later, beautiful Brandy.”

Satisfaction oozed through her.

He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature then extended his hand.

“Thank you.” She accepted and allowed him to draw her to a standing position. “I need to put my hair up.” Bending, she grabbed two large clips from a basket beneath the sink.

“Allow me.” He plucked one of the plastic pieces from her and scooped up a handful of strands that he wrapped around his palm.

Then he lowered his head to take in the scent.

No man had ever done something she found so exotically appealing.

“Peach?”

“With vanilla.”

“I like it.”

She made a note to buy a dozen bottles on her next trip into town.

Within moments, he had secured her hair. “I could play with this for hours.”

“I’d let you, Sir.”

“Maybe we will.” After double-checking the water temperature, he pulled back the shower curtain. “Join me?”

She’d always thought the tub was one of the home’s nicest features. Its claw feet reminded her of a bygone era, and its depth allowed her to soak up to her chin, something divine in winter when the house was cold.

Although the tub was deep, and Master Niles was probably right that the two of them could bathe together, the way it was sloped at the bottom meant that she couldn’t be standing more than a foot away from him. This close, his presence overwhelmed her.

“Not too hot?” he asked when they were beneath the spray with the shower curtain pulled closed.

“It’s perfect, Sir.” Just like the rest of the evening had been. “May I wash your back?”

“Please.” He turned away from her.

“Damn, you’re every bit as hot from this angle, Master Niles.” She made lazy circles on his back.

Steam billowed around them, and she squatted to make her way down and across his tight buttocks. Then she gently slid into the crack to cleanse him there.

His body went rigid, and she continued down his legs. “I’ve showered with men before,” she admitted. “But I’ve never washed their backs.”

“Your Doms have been remiss,” he said. “If you were mine, bathing me would be a weekly obligation.”

Would it?“One I’d enjoy, Sir.” The experience of combining service and sensuality would be sublime.

“Maybe on Friday evenings, as a way to wind down from a busy week.”

“Sounds perfect.” She continued her lazy exploration of the hard planes of his honed muscles. “Did your wife do that for you, Sir?”

His one-word answer was flat. “No.”

Wondering if she was being reckless, she persisted. “Would you have liked her to?”

He didn’t reply.

She didn’t have the right to push for an answer. But instead of apologizing or changing the subject, curiosity made her keep her mouth shut, allowing the question to hang between them.

Content to wait, she continued the soothing ministrations across his already-clean skin.

When she was certain he didn’t intend to respond, he said, “It never occurred to me to make it a requirement.”

Seems very un-Domlike. “I’m glad I offered.”

“So am I.”

“You miss her.”

This time, he didn’t answer.

A few seconds later, she went on. “Have you considered remarrying?”

Slowly, he faced her.

The hollowness beneath his cheekbones startled her, taking away her breath.

In that moment, she knew that the pain she’d seen in his eyes earlier hadn’t been her fanciful imagination.

“No, I haven’t. And won’t—not ever.”

Because you can’t face that kind of loss again?

Feeling somewhat at a disadvantage now that the atmosphere pulsed with tension, she stood. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She chose her words with care. “I can’t imagine how bad it hurts.”

He exhaled. “Thank you for that.”

“If you want to talk about her at any time, please feel free. We can’t pretend that we didn’t have lives before we met.”

“You’re a persistent woman, Brandy.”

“A few people have used the word annoying,” she said, her tone light and teasing.

He responded in kind. “I can’t imagine why.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his answer. “You’re very polite, Sir.”

“Pays to be prudent when your hand is so close to my balls.”

“Polite and smart.” After sliding the soap into its dish, she took down the showerhead. “May I?”

“Please. I’m enjoying it,” he said, voice still tinged with unnamed emotion.

Right now, Brandy suspected they both needed a small reprieve.

For the next few minutes, she rinsed him, directing the warm water over his shoulders then moving the spray back and forth, going lower with each pass, making sure every bit of lather was gone. “Do you mind facing away from me again, Sir?”

Once he had, she reached for the soap again.

He caught her hand and put it on his chest. “Stop lollygagging and get on with it, pretty sub.”

Responding in kind, she asked, “Lollygagging, Sir?”

“You’re supposed to be bathing me.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, Sir.” She enjoyed every moment of touching him, his hands and chest.

A neat line of hair arrowed downward in an oh-so sexy way, leading her to his semierect cock.

Appreciatively, she caressed his shaven balls and silky skin, crouching to stroke his perineum. With each touch, his shaft grew.

Brandy savored the connection, the easing of the tension between them, and the way each of them had the power to make the other respond. “I could get you really clean if your legs were farther apart.”

“You need a bigger shower,” he said.

“This seems about right to me, Sir.” She was at his feet and couldn’t move away.

After making certain she’d reached every bit of him, touching, arousing, she rinsed him thoroughly. “Towels are on the shelves near the door.”

He exited to give her more space, and she showered quickly, anxious to be with him again.

While she was no longer accustomed to having a man around, this seemed natural.

When she’d turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain, he wrapped her up in an oversize bath sheet that she loved, then helped her over the tub’s rim.

A white towel hung loose around his hips, making his skin tone a bit darker by contrast.

Every time she caught even a glimpse of his body, she was struck by his decadent masculinity. “You do a lot of little things to take care of me, Sir.” Which in turn drove her to serve him more. “It’s unusual.”

“Is it? A good Dominant takes care of his submissive, sees to her needs and comfort. It’s not all about telling someone what to do and getting your rocks off.”

“But…I’m not your sub,” she pointed out.

Who am I trying to convince?

Gently, he placed his thumb beneath her chin and tipped back her head. “I see only one Top and one beautiful little bottom here and now. That would make you mine.”

At that word, her breath hitched.

For the time being.

Nothing more.

“It’s my pleasure to do certain things for you, sub. Allow me.”

The rough edge to his statement told her it wasn’t a request. “Thank you, Sir.”

After drying her exposed skin, he plucked the clips from her hair and dropped them on the vanity top. “How sore is your cunt?”

Before she answered, he continued, “I can use your ass if you’re too tender.”

Her mouth parted at his suggestion.

The idea of having him use her so thoroughly appealed on a primitive level. “I can do whatever you want, Sir, it’s up to—”

An unholy scream rent the air.