For the Sub

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Since Brandy had enjoyed downtown Denver so much earlier in the day, Niles decided to take her to dinner at a loud, fun place on the Sixteenth Street Mall.

Since they’d both grabbed jackets before heading out, they opted to sit on the covered patio, keeping warm beneath propane heaters, and they ordered beer that arrived in glasses so ridiculously large that they could have doubled as fishbowls.

Brandy could barely curve her hands around her drink.

“We probably should have shared,” she observed, lowering her head to the glass, rather than attempting to lift it off the table. “There’s no way I’m going to finish this.”

“Good. Because I have ideas for later.”

“In that case, I may not need any alcohol.”

His thoughts, exactly.

By unspoken accord, they both became silent and watched people passing by.

“I love this place.”

Right then, a man wearing a top hat and a long-tailed formal jacket zipped by on a unicycle.

“Unbelievable.” She laughed. “What a contrast to last night’s event, right?”

“Couldn’t be more different.”

A few minutes later, he asked, “Were you able to make arrangements for someone to take care of the Hess Zoo?”

“Thank you, yes. I called my neighbor while you were in the shower earlier, and he agreed to check on them. So that means I’m free until mid-morning then I have to get back in time to go to work at the Den.”

Though he nodded as was expected, he ran his finger between his neck and the collar of his shirt. All of a sudden, he was uncomfortable with the idea of her being a submissive for other men. He wanted Brandy on her knees, greeting him.

Only him.

He had no right to ask that of her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted.

“Is that okay, Sir?”

He looked at her to find her eyebrows drawn together. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I was saying there’s a store in Larimer Square I’d like to stop in on the way back, if you don’t mind? One we saw earlier this morning.”

Pretending he wasn’t fighting possessive jealousy, he asked, “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Candles. For your place, Sir.” Then she hesitated. “Uhm… Unless that’s too presumptuous?”

For his place. Not for any other man’s.

That should have soothed his savage beast.

But it didn’t.

“If it’s not okay, I understand. Not everyone enjoys shopping.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her, keeping his short temper on a leash.

Again, she looked at him quizzically. “You’re sure?”

“Candles it is.” But his voice held a strain that he hoped she didn’t question.

After dinner, they walked back up the mall, dodging pedestrians and stopping to watch a woman who created charcoal caricatures in less than two minutes.

“I want one of us,” Brandy said.

“Are you serious?”

“Do you ever do anything spontaneous?”

“No.”

“You do now, Sir,” she said, digging a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet.

The artist directed Brandy to sit on a stool, and he stood behind her.

With a few dozen, economic yet bold strokes and blurring the lines with the heel of her hand, the woman created a portrait that captured his expression—happier than it had been in years, and yet pensive at the same time.

The piece of paper rolled, wrapped in a rubber band and safely tucked inside her purse, they headed for the shop in Larimer Square.

She picked out several candles, one that smelled like vanilla, the other unscented. After selecting two glass holders for them, they ordered a rideshare and drove back to his LoDo loft.

At home, she placed one on the table and the other on the vanity of the master bathroom.

“They make your place feel more lived in,” she said, returning to him.

He was in the kitchen slicing a lime for the glasses of sparkling mineral water that he’d just poured.

His loft was as sparse as hers was cluttered. For the first time, his surroundings appeared both sterile and inhospitable.

He laid down the knife on the cutting board.

“Oh, oh, Sir.” She clutched her hands in front of her.

“What?” he asked.

“You have that look.”

He frowned. “What look?”

“The one where you’re going to ravish me.”

Niles laughed.

At every turn, Brandy surprised and delighted him. “If I wasn’t planning that before, I am now.” He pulled her against him. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. “I’ve wanted to taste you all afternoon.” He sought out her tongue. At first, he was as easy-going as he had been on the dance floor last night.

But always, where she was concerned, carnality blazed inside him.

Responding in kind, she reached around him, granting him deeper access.

Suddenly, it was about far more than the kiss. It was about them, about how she reacted to him.

He was with professionals all the time, and he’d never experienced anyone like her.

Beautiful Brandy pushed him in ways no one else did. Even though she frustrated him, he admired the hell out of her.

As always, she tasted of sunshine and laughter, but that was undercut by the danger she presented.

This sensual woman made him question everything he’d promised himself.

The idea that he wanted her around for more than just a day conflicted with his sworn promise to never fall in love again.

Still, the way she felt in his arms left him thinking about tomorrow. “Damn,” he said as he ended the kiss. “We should make out more often.”

“Is that what we were doing?” she asked from the protective sphere of his arms.

“Having sex with clothes on?”

“That’s what it felt like to me,” she admitted.

He left her long enough to lower the blinds. “I love your breasts.”

“They’re for you, Sir.”

“Damn fucking right,” he said. “Now get that shirt off.”

She took hold of the hem and tugged the material up over her head and dropped it on the floor. The bra quickly followed, as did her jeans, panties, and shoes.

Then she was standing in front of him in her necklace and nothing else. It looked beautiful against her creamy skin.

“Crawl to the guest room,” he ordered. “First door on the right. I want to watch your ass.”

“My pleasure, Sir.”

The little vixen took her time lowering herself to the floor, and he couldn’t look away. With an exaggerated sway of her hips, she preceded him down the hall.

Captivated, seduced, wondering which one of them was truly being mastered, he followed her.

Though he had never scened in his home, this week he’d bought a few things with the intention of hosting her.

Because he knew she’d like it, he’d installed a hook in the ceiling and purchased a thuddy flogger. “I want to secure you by your hair,” he told her.

“Your fantasy since that first night?”

He lifted a shoulder. “One I’ve been obsessing about.”

“I’d like that, please,” she said from her place on her knees.

Brandy’s responses were perfect.

She hadn’t become a sub just because it was something he wanted, which made her authentic in a way Eleanor never had been.

Nor was Brandy an actress who wanted to be perfect on screen. He’d had partners who’d requested they start over, or move a camera, or adjust the lighting.

Brandy had no artifice.

She was who she was, no explanations or apologies.

After gathering her hair, he placed a band at the top to make a ponytail.

Then he placed an additional band midway down and a final one at the bottom to keep the strands secure.

Though he’d done this several times for video, there was nothing perfunctory about his motions.

In fact, it was profoundly meaningful to him.

Her deep, steady breaths added to the atmosphere. “Stand please.”

Keeping her eyes downcast, she did so.

“Raise your arms.” He cuffed her hands to his overhead hook.

Her breaths became farther apart as she turned herself over to his ministrations and settled in with trust.

He secured her hair to the cuffs with a hemp rope and a square knot.

She made a soft sound of approval. “This is really sexy, Sir.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Very much, Sir.”

Heat radiated off her sexy body, and he wanted his hands all over her.

Niles forced himself to focus, something that wasn’t usually an issue for him.

He treated each scene like the job it had become.

Until she came along.

And now, he was remembering how reverent the act was when two people also shared a relationship outside of the dominance. “I told you previously your breasts need to be marked.”

She gave him a soft, trusting smile. “I adore having them whipped, Sir. By you.”

Perfect words. “Spread your legs a little farther apart for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She followed his instruction, and that changed her stance, putting more weight on her hair and wrists, pulling her head back.

It exposed her neck and made it less likely he’d catch her face with a strand.

Niles opened a drawer and pulled out the flogger.

He held it in front of her, and without being prompted, she kissed the handle.

With slow, gentle strokes, he began his work.

Once her eyes drifted closed and she began to moan, he struck a little harder, no longer moving over her torso but concentrating on her breasts.

“Perfect, Sir. I can’t wait to wear your mark.”

He changed the tempo, allowing the leather to fall harder and harder.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

Taking a break, wanting her to know how much he appreciated her, Niles fingered her already-damp pussy.

He marveled at how quickly she responded to his touch. Had there ever been a more perfect woman for him?

As he slipped a finger inside her, she writhed, jerking against him, and he gave her nipples a little twist.

“Sir!” She moaned loudly. “I…want to come, Sir.”

“Hang on a little longer. Let me see you suffer.” When she made a desperate attempt to squeeze her thighs together for some relief, he tutted. “Keep those legs apart for me, beautiful Brandy. I told you I want you to suffer.”

“But…” She whimpered. “This is awful, Sir.”

“Perhaps for you,” he allowed. “For me, it’s pure Dominant joy. And that’s what you really want, isn’t it? To please me utterly?”

In her bondage, Brandy sagged even farther forward.

“That’s a gorgeous sight, my pretty girl.”

Because timing was a crucial part of ensuring his submissive enjoyed each scene, he eased out his finger, then started the flogging over, once more with gentle motions, designed to drive her wild.

Then he used the wide, leather thongs on her pussy, making her whimper and jerk.

She cried out, surrendering to her emotions and the physical sensations.

Her exquisite movements tugged on her hair.

“Oh…”

Too much?

“Amazing…Sir.”

Carefully, Niles watched her reactions.

His Brandy wasn’t merely enduring, she was gone.

Now that her body was warm, glowing, relaxed, he increased the intensity of their play, catching her breasts with the stingy tips.

“My nipples…more.”

Anything for you.

This was trickier, and he adjusted his position so his motions were precise as he gave her what she wanted without causing any damage or unnecessary anguish.

He carefully varied the location and speed to keep her on the edge, flirting with subspace.

Her cries became whimpers then pleas then something so much more…submissive bliss.

Seemingly without her even noticing, he released the knot and cuffs. “I’ve got you, beautiful Brandy.”

“Mmm.”

She hadn’t moved her legs or tried to sneak an orgasm.

Instead, she’d turned herself over to him completely.

Telling her how pleased he was with her response, he rubbed her arms to restore circulation then pulled out the bands that held her hair. He finger-combed the strands, but they remained charmingly rippled.

Once he had her released completely, he carried her to the couch where he sat with her in his lap and snuggled her close.

Maybe she was right about him needing some blankets. Right now, he’d love to wrap her in one.

Her eyes half-closed, she looked up at him. “If it’s okay with you, Sir, I’d love to have sex.”

“Nothing I’d like more.”

After drawing her into his bedroom, he paused in front of a full-length mirror. Their gazes met and locked in the reflection, and he traced one of the stark red marks that temporarily showed his possession.

Appearing to be slightly in awe, she blinked. “Thank you, again.”

He pulled back the bedspread and turned down the sheets before picking her up and placing her on the mattress.

Then he toed off his shoes.

Niles began by gently kissing each of the welts before making his way downward, over the soft swell of her tummy, then eventually to her pussy where he licked between her folds.

At the touch, she jerked desperately.

“Please, Sir, tell me this isn’t a continuation of your torture.”

“Not at all,” he promised. “You can come whenever you want, as often as you want.” After all, using her hair as bondage had fulfilled one of his deepest fantasies.

Deftly, he teased her clit with his finger while fucking her pretty pussy with his tongue.

“I’ve never felt anything like it, Sir,” she said, digging her heels in and pressing herself against his face.

He moved faster and faster, meeting her incessant demands.

“Master Niles!”

Pulling back a little, he spanked her pussy with a single slap, and she jerked, screaming as she climaxed, leaving her feminine taste on his tongue.

“Oh. Heavens.”

After soothing the hurt he’d caused, he changed their positions, and he held her, luxuriating in the silky feel of her hair as it spilled over his body.

A few minutes later, she pushed out a sigh, filled with satisfaction. “That was one of my favorite scenes ever.”

Ridiculously pleased with himself, he quirked a brow. “Was it?”

The smile she gave him was serene, and maybe a hint secretive. “I’d totally do that again, Sir.”

“Would you?”

Enthusiastically, she nodded.

“Which part?”

“All of it.” She turned on her side to place her fingertips on his face. “But I was talking about the hair part. It was just so damn animalistic.”

Her description intrigued him. “Animalistic?” he repeated.

“Totally. I was helpless, and almost unable to move. Hair as bondage is sexy as hell.”

“Well said.”

“I like it sort of primitive,” she confessed. “Like this…” Straddling his hips, she tugged his T-shirt from his jeans.

At the Den, Brandy would never have been so bold.

But here, her natural personality shined.

He liked it—and her—more each time they were together.

For a man who had spent the better part of a few years as a recluse, he was adjusting to having a woman around with alarming ease.

And that should scare the hell out of him.

After finally managing to pull off his T-shirt, she threw it on the floor.

While he removed his pants, something that couldn’t happen quickly enough, she grabbed a condom from the drawer he indicated, and she rolled it down his cock using her mouth and no hands.

“Jesus, sub.”

Through her long, thick lashes, she looked at him. “You approve, Master Niles?”

“Yes.” Hell and damnation.

Even before the latex was securely in place, he was ready to come.

Then she climbed on top of him once more.

“May I?” she asked.

“Beg.”

“Oh, Master Niles, please…I’m desperate to have your magnificent cock inside me.”

Magnificent?

He barely suppressed a grin.

She slid her pussy over his erect shaft.

If she kept it up much longer, he’d be the one begging.

“I need to have your big dick in my pussy, or I am afraid I’ll die, Sir.”

This time, he couldn’t contain his mirth, and he laughed. “That’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?”

Lazily, she continued to move back and forth, getting him harder with each stroke. “You have no idea what it feels like to be me,” she insisted.

There was honesty layered beneath her teasing tone, and it rocked him.

“Please?”

He grabbed her hips. “Do it.”

“Thank you.” Taking hold of his shaft, she guided him toward her heat.

Once her hot, damp pussy was stuffed full of him, she sighed.

“The fit, Sir…”

Tight.

And about as fucking perfect as possible.

“Ride me, beautiful Brandy.”

Once she’d dug her knees into the mattress, she did, raising herself so that only his cockhead was at her entrance, then she sank down.

At first, she took her time, long and slow.

Then, around him, her pussy tightened.

Her movements became quicker, shorter, and he lifted her up. “Give me your climax.”

Sharply, he forced her down once more.

His Brandy pitched forward, changing the angle of his penetration so he was pressing against her G-spot.

“Oh, Sir!” She trembled.

Then with a gasp, she shuddered, squeezing his cock hard.

Fuck.The way she came so easily, so passionately, was its own reward.

When her climax ebbed, she collapsed on his chest, and he folded his arms protectively around her.

The length of her luxurious hair shrouded them, and her body was slightly damp from her exertion.

He brushed some stray strands behind her ear. “I’ve never known a woman who enjoys sex as much as you do.”

“Honestly, Master Niles?” Her eyes were wide, with honesty radiating from their depths. “It’s never been like this for me before. It’s you, Sir. Us.”

The connection he hadn’t realized was missing in his life.

He moved his hands lower and adjusted her body so he could bury himself up to his balls.

Keeping his hands on her, he jack-knifed his hips, surging in her.

“You’re going to make me come again, Sir,” she managed breathlessly.

She placed a hand on one of his shoulders for balance as he rose a final time.

Lost in her, he pulled her down and trapped her against him.

“Damn.”With her pussy throbbing around him, he climaxed against her womb.

She’d said it hadn’t been like this for her before.

Same was true for him.

He ached for her in a way he never had with any woman. Even his wife.

For years, he’d gone without regular sex.

Until now, he hadn’t missed it.

With Brandy, the more he was with her, the more he wanted.

As he inhaled the fresh scent of peaches that lingered on her hair and felt the flutter of her pulse, he knew one thing for certain.

He didn’t want to share her.

Which left him…

Where, exactly?