For the Sub

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

“Stay where you are,” Master Niles said as he parked the sports utility vehicle in front of Margot and John’s restaurant.

Though she’d been reaching for the door handle, Brandy dropped her hand.

Even if it was a little uncomfortable, if he wanted to treat her like royalty, who was she to complain?

Intently, she kept her gaze on him as he walked around the hood, the sun making streaks of gold appear in his dark brown hair.

The heated leather seats were a luxury she could get accustomed to in no time. She’d worn the stockings he’d wanted. Despite her fears, she wasn’t at all chilled by the temperature, meaning she could trust him.

Well, at least with her physical well-being.

As for her emotional stability… He was turning her inside out.

Brandy never had sex as good as she had with him.

And she’d never enjoyed being with another person the way she did with him.

If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she didn’t want him to leave anytime soon.

Until he showed up yesterday, she hadn’t realized how empty her life was.

She thought her business, the Den, and her animals completed her.

But since Master Niles had arrived, her heart was full in ways it hadn’t been for years.

Spending more time together would be tempting fate.

And going to the Moline with him would be beyond foolish.

What if anyone from the Northrup family showed up?

She wouldn’t put it past Shawndra to publicly shame her.

Niles opened her door.

After a quick glance at her, he asked, “Everything okay?”

After shaking her head to clear it of the sudden, awful what-ifs, she gave him a soft smile. “Lost in thought.” Her answer was as close to the truth as she was willing to get.

Still, it surprised her that he was in tune with her enough to notice.

“You’re every bit as good as anyone else. Better, even.” With that, he offered his hand.

Brandy slid her palm into his, drinking in his warmth and strength. Damn. The man was so sexy and thoughtful.

“Maybe we should have made love before we left, after all,” he said against her ear, his voice gruff. “I’m not sure how I’ll get through the meal since I’ll be thinking about having my cock buried in your hot, tight cunt.”

A sensual thrill uncurled through her. Every word he spoke seemed calculated to make her aware of their relationship.

He kept his fingers pressed to the small of her back as they entered the diner. From the cash register area, Margot waved, her eyes wide.

“Have a seat anywhere,” she called.

Not that there were many choices.

Despite the early hour and the fact it was a Sunday, the place was almost packed.

Master Niles guided Brandy toward an empty table at the back of the restaurant, right next to a window, and he held her chair while she was seated.

A harried-looking server came over, a coffee carafe already in hand. “Something to drink besides coffee? Orange juice?”

“Coffee would be great,” Brandy said. “I didn’t have enough before I was hurried out the door.”

Master Niles turned over the mugs that were already on the table, and the server filled both.

“I’ll be back to take your orders,” she promised.

When they were alone, he took a drink of his hot, strong coffee but didn’t look at the menu.

Instead, he regarded Brandy with his usual intensity.

Despite her best efforts, she squirmed. Everything about him made her hyperaware of being female and submissive.

His attempts to fit in with her life stunned her, and she appreciated them.

Though she’d been crazy in love with Reyes, and they’d lived together for a while in his exclusive Cherry Creek townhome, she’d never been comfortable there.

The whole time, she’d been aware of their differences, and she’d felt a little like the maid who was responsible for all the upkeep, rather than the mistress of the household.

In retrospect, she realized Reyes had done little to ensure she felt secure.

In fact, he’d cancelled his housekeeping service and allowed her to take over those responsibilities.

Worse, he’d selfishly never tried to become part of her life.

He’d turned down invitations to go fishing with her dad, and he’d refused to even meet her friends. When they’d been invited to parties, she’d had to go alone.

Master Niles, though he lived in those same social circles, couldn’t be more different.

Earlier, while she’d done her hair and dressed, he’d fed the dogs then gone back outside to collect their forgotten cups and her discarded clothing.

When she’d exited the bedroom, she’d found that he’d already started the car and turned on the heater so she didn’t get cold.

More than ever, she had to be vigilant with her emotional barriers.

Not only did he satisfy her sexually, but she also loved his relentless dominance, along with his old-world manners.

She could fall for him. Hard.

“Hey,” Margot said, joining them with a cup of coffee in hand.

Master Niles stood until after she’d taken her seat.

“Hope you’re not trying to impress me,” Margot said. “I know who you really are.”

“A world-class asshole?” he guessed, voice dry.

“Jesus, Margot,” Brandy protested as he sat back down. “Don’t make me sorry we came here.”

“No,” Margot said, responding to his comment while ignoring Brandy. “The world-class asshole was Reyes. Since you stepped foot through our restaurant door, you’re a second-string jerk at best.”

“I’m sorry,” Brandy said to him, blushing furiously. “We can leave now, Sir.”

“You’re seriously calling him Sir?”

“Enough,”Brandy warned. What the hell was wrong with her friend?

“Relax, sub. Margot can bare her teeth all she wants. She doesn’t scare me.”

“I should. I can be the biggest bitch on the planet.”

Brandy collapsed against the seatback. Coming here with Niles was right up there with some of the biggest mistakes she’d ever made.

“And?” He shrugged. “I like how protective you are of her. She deserves it.”

“Yeah.” Margot grinned. “But this doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Never assumed it did.”

Lord save me from this horrible conversation.

“Or that I approve of what you do,” Margot went on.

“So you’ve watched some of my videos with your husband?” he replied.

Brandy grabbed her porcelain mug as if it were a life preserver.

“If you’re new to the lifestyle and curious about it, I’d be happy to provide you both with some instruction. Or maybe Brandy could.”

“I’m dying over here, in case either of you care.” Brandy shook her head, relaxing a little.

Master Niles could hold his own against Margot. Maybe she shouldn’t have doubted him.

“I don’t trust you,” Margot continued.

“You don’t have to,” Master Niles replied, looking directly at her. “The only opinion that counts is Brandy’s.”

“Well said,” Brandy agreed.

Scowling, she looked at her friend and jerked her head toward the cash register. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And why don’t you make yourself useful and take our order?”

Before Margot could respond to Brandy’s comment, Niles said, “I’ll try your award-winning pecan waffles. With bacon and two eggs, poached.”

Margot nodded.

“Eggs Benedict,” Brandy added.

Once Margot left the table, with another furious frown at Niles, Brandy continued, “Please accept my apologies. I had no idea she was like this.”

“I knew what I was in for.”

“So why did you insist we come?”

“For you.”

“For me?”

“John and Margot mean a great deal to you. Even though I’m sure John tried to convince her I’m not a jerk, she had to challenge me and let me know that you’re loved and cared for. I respect that.”

You did it for me?

Their server splashed fresh coffee into their cups and moved on to the next table without pausing.

“So coming here… Is this part of your bribe, hoping to get me to go to the fundraiser?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Is it working?”

“You’re impossible, Sir.”

With a smile, he acknowledged her with his cup.

The dining room grew noisier as more people showed up.

Within fifteen minutes, the restaurant had a line out the door, which was good because that meant Margot was occupied at the cash register and had to mind her own business.

Even John was too busy to leave the kitchen to say hello.

A moose wandered by in the distance, and patrons crowded against the windows to watch it. Dozens of cell phones were whipped out for pictures. Since one young couple was nearby, Master Niles asked them to take a photo of Brandy and him.

They leaned close, touching their heads together.

The woman said, “Smile!” before snapping the picture and returning his phone and wandering off with a smile.

After looking at the photo, Master Niles showed it to her.

“I’ve seen worse.” She wrinkled her nose. “At least my eyes were open.”

“Using it as my background,” he said, swiping his finger across the glass surface.

The man surprised her all the time.

Even though the place was hopping, breakfast was hot and perfectly prepared.

“John was right to brag about the waffles,” Master Niles said, pouring on real maple syrup and slathering the surface with butter. “Want a bite?”

“There’s already plenty of calories in this meal,” she protested. Even though she was tempted, she shook her head. “I’ll need a ton of exercise if I eat anything more.”

“That can be arranged.”

He stabbed a piece with his fork and offered it across the table to her.

“You’ll be my ruin, Sir.” She closed her mouth around the sweetness.

“I love to watch you enjoy yourself.”

She couldn’t imagine Reyes ever behaving this way.

Once the dishes were cleared, and they’d finished off another cup of coffee, Niles picked up the bill that the server had dropped off. “Let’s go work off breakfast.”

Which meant he was in no hurry to return to his own cabin.

“Unless you have plans that I don’t know about?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Good. Then your ass is mine.” He shot her a devilish grin. “Literally as well as figuratively.”

When they were at the cash register, Margot gave him a once-over. “You might not be all bad. But I’m not ready to give you my stamp of approval.”

He handed over his credit card. “Fair enough.”

Then, outside, as he reached over to fasten her safety belt, he slid a hand up the inside of Brandy’s shirt.

“Sir!” She gasped from his cold hand as much as his scandalous action, even though no one was around and they couldn’t be seen.

While holding her gaze hostage, he cupped her breast then arced a fingernail across the swollen tip.

Flooded with desire, she wiggled, wanting more.

He pinched hard, then twisted, wringing a cry of delight from her.

“That’ll have to hold you until we get home.”

“Hold me? You’ve just started a fire, Sir.”

“Good. In that case, lift your skirt. You’re going to masturbate on the drive home and feed me your cum for dessert.”

She blinked. “You can’t mean that, Sir.”

“Most assuredly, I do.” He flipped up the hem of her skirt and slapped her already-throbbing pussy.

He kissed her mouth, then closed the door as patrons walked out of the restaurant.

No one would ever guess what had just happened, but she was reeling.

As they exited the parking lot, he shot her a sideways glance. “If you disobey me, there’ll be hell to pay. Get busy pleasing yourself, sub. I’ve got a powerful sweet tooth…”

* * * *

At home, her essence on his lips and tongue, he drew her into the bedroom.

The journey had been torturous as he made her come again and again.

Brandy wasn’t sure which was worse…his forced climaxes or last night’s orgasm denial torment.

Since she hadn’t been sure of her ability to stand when he’d turned off the engine, he’d held onto her while she straightened her clothes.

Now, steady, she stood in front of him.

“The stockings were a win.”

“I would do anything you said, Sir.”

“Then leave them on while we have sex.”

“Of course.” She undressed, aware of his approving gaze. Then she stood in front of him, in only the stockings and a garter belt.

“I’ve never needed a woman this bad,” he confessed, an ache in his voice.

“May I help you undress?”

After a moment, in which she wondered if he’d refuse, he nodded.

She tugged his shirt over his head and hung it from a bedpost.

Then she unbuckled his belt, remembering the stinging sensation of that worn leather on her bare skin. She’d happily submit to that any day.

He took off his shoes then removed his socks before she released the button at his waistband.

His dick was already getting harder, and she wanted to reach inside his jeans and touch him. “So, so tempting…”

“No,” he said.

Which only made her want him more, and no doubt he knew that.

Frustrated, she continued her work until he was naked.

“How sore are you?” he asked when he’d donned a condom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, waiting, willing.

“Tell the truth. I’ll know otherwise.”

“Don’t you miss anything?”

“Not when it comes to you.”

He was so delicious, she wanted him everywhere.

Since she wasn’t sure when or if she’d see him again, Brandy wanted to enjoy each moment. Still, he folded his arms across his chest, and she knew better than to lie to him. “My ass is tender.”

“And your cunt?”

“That, Sir, is fine. Honest.”

“In that case, please get on all fours. I want to play with your glorious breasts while I fuck you from behind.”

Her insides liquefied.

The combination of his intense stare and the authority in his tone were a lethal combination.

Beneath his formidable weight, the mattress sank a little, and she turned her head to look at him, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

“Oh, Sir.” She sighed. “You look hot.”

He held his thick cock in one hand.

Just looking at his powerful thighs and broad chest made her even hungrier.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“My pleasure, my beautiful Brandy.”

Placing one hand on her hip to hold her steady, he pressed his cockhead against her opening.

As he eased into her, he grabbed a handful of her hair, his fingers on her scalp.

This position was raw and primitive.

It had never been her favorite before, but it was now.

“Keep still.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She hadn’t realized she’d arched her back, seeking his powerful penetration.

“My pace. Match yourself to my will, sub.” He began to rock them, and he pressed in deeper and deeper each second.

The fact he imprisoned her made the sensations all the more overwhelming.

Eventually, after taking his sweet, agonizing time, he was all the way in.

“Stay perfectly motionless. Feel where I begin and you end, and then more. That place where we are perfectly one.”

He kept her where she was for an endless amount of time, and a gamut of emotions crashed through her—impatience, desire, confusion.

Though she’d been around the lifestyle seemingly forever, she hadn’t experienced anything like this.

Finally, she was still for long enough to transcend her turmoil, and she submitted to him, body and soul.

She became aware of the width of his cock pulsing inside her, the strength of his grip and the rhythm of his breath.

Connection.

If he wanted to keep her here forever, she’d do it without question.

When he began to move, her whole body was aware of him.

He started with short strokes, and by the time he lengthened them enough to pull out and thrust all the way back in, her pussy was drenched. “Oh, Sir.”

“You’re mine, beautiful Brandy.” He released her hip. “Remain as you are.”

She liked it better when he held her since it made it easier for her to let go mentally and physically. This required her active participation.

He plumped her left breast then squeezed her nipple. He left her so needy that she ached to shove her hips backward.

“Don’t make me punish you,” he warned.

What the hell was he doing to her? Besides driving her mad? “I’m not sure how much more I can take, Sir.”

“You’re about to find out.”