Chapter 7 #2
“Because it flashed through my mind in that instant that I could see myself waking up next to you every day. That I wanted you so badly I would have dropped to my knees in that moment and proposed to you. And I’ve never felt that before with anyone.
Not even my ex-wife. Meaning I knew I had to force myself to go slow, at your pace, and do this the right way. ”
He reached up and laced fingers with me.
“What I want is someone I can center in my life outside of work, and who likewise centers me outside of work. I don’t want ‘command and obey’.
I don’t want a bang-maid. I enjoy doing rope, and I hope you enjoy it.
If not, that’s not a deal-breaker for me.
I would enjoy it if you enjoyed sensual play—spanking, implements.
It would turn me on if you submitted to me for play even if it’s not your favorite, but the act of submitting to me makes you hot.
I would never force you to do it, and I would never take play past your hard limits.
You would always have a safe word for that.
But for things like our relationship—and we would absolutely be monogamous with each other—there wouldn’t be safe words once we’ve negotiated. ”
“What if something isn’t working for me?” I asked, trying not to focus on how wet I knew I was from thinking about him spanking me.
“Then you ask me to sit down and discuss it like adults. Look, you know what my job is like. I know what your job is like. I have no interest in setting up a bunch of complicated rituals neither of us will be able to follow through with.”
“What about sex?”
“Hard limits. Within those hard limits, I expect obedience. I don’t mean you had a shitty day and are on your period and have a migraine and I order you to your knees to blow me.
” He brought my hand up to his lips and lightly grazed his teeth over my fingers even as he stared into my eyes.
“But if we’re within parameters, and Daddy tells you to sit on his cock, my little slut better do it or have a good explanation why not. ”
My breath caught—again—as that hot image nearly made me cream myself right there.
Buuuut he wasn’t done. “And Daddy’s babygirl never makes herself come without permission. Daddy will always keep his girl happy, but there might be times I want to make you wait for it, or I want you to beg, or trade for it.”
Ooohhhh fuuuuuck me.
My lower lip caught under my teeth and I tried to steady my breathing.
And the sexy fucker still wasn’t through.
“I also expect my girl to be obedient, or there will be punishment. And no matter what the rules are here, no one ever puts hands on you but me. Some of the other Littles around here are fine with staff dishing out punishment, but I promise that will never be an option. However, if we’re here—especially here—and you break one of their rules or mine, or if someone reports to me that you were naughty… ”
I knew what he wanted. “Daddy will punish me,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He kissed me and goddamn I wanted to climb all over him.
“Punishment might not be a spanking,” he finally said after spinning my brain out of my skull with that kiss. “I might make you stand in a corner or do something that I know you don’t like.”
“Like what?”
He grinned. “Like catching up on your tax paperwork.”
“Motherfucker,” I muttered. “Can I safeword for that?”
“We’ll start out slow,” he continued. “We’ll tweak our protocols and rituals. Work is off-limits for both of us. And in the beginning, we’ll not only have conversations, but I will also give you assignments to complete.”
“I’m really not a Little,” I insisted.
“Not like that,” he said. “Things like I will assign you a book or article or something to read, usually related to power exchange and BDSM, and then have you write questions you have about it, or take notes, or even give you questions I want you to answer about the material.”
I considered that. “As long as there’s a reasonable timeframe and I don’t get penalized if I have a shitty day at work or something that makes me not want to do anything but vegetate when I get home.”
He nodded. “Agreed. See? This is a negotiation.”
“What else do you expect?” I asked.
“That if it’s not work-related, outside of specific areas that we define, everything is turned over to me.
Decisions, I mean. We won’t mix finances at first, either.
At some future point we can get a joint account we use for household expenses.
But I never want you thinking you are beholden to me for money.
Yet we will eventually have rules about how money is spent.
Like if there’s something you want to buy over a certain dollar amount, or in a certain category, I get final say. ”
“What if I need it?”
“You need scrubs for work. You need gas for your car. You don’t ‘need’ a life-size Worf figure.”
I snorted. “I’m pretty sure Lilah was joking about buying that.”
“Do you understand what I mean?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“And is that reasonable? Again, we’ll work our way toward that.”
I nodded.
“Now, I want you to tell me your ideas about what you want. I don’t expect this to be written in stone, either.”
Putting this into words simultaneously felt uncomfortable as hell, and strangely relieving that I could open up to someone else.
“I like the idea of being Daddy’s little fucktoy,” I softly admitted. “And I do like the idea of you taking control of… things. Various aspects. But I’m scared. Not of my safety with you. But… like my reaction in class caught me by surprise. I need time to acclimate, I guess.”
He smiled. “All of that is very reasonable. See? Was that so scary to say out loud?”
“Terrifying.”
He leaned in for another kiss. “Can Daddy give his babygirl a reward for her bravery?”
I nodded. “Please!”
He squeezed my hand. “Then show me where you want that right now,” he whispered. “And do not close your eyes.”
Terror filled me. Hell, I never kept my eyes open when I masturbated, and here he was, wanting me to watch him.
My hands trembled as I guided him to the waistband of my jeans, unbuckled my belt, and unfastened the button. He slowly slid the zipper down but didn’t go any further, and I realized what he was waiting for.
With my hand over his, I slid it inside the waistband of my panties, spreading my thighs so I could press his fingers against my clit.
“There, baby?” he whispered.
My heart pounded in my chest. “Yes, please.”
“Show me.” His hand slipped out of the way, now covering mine, coaxing me to play with myself.
“I… I’ve never…” I swallowed and heard the dry click in my throat. “Not in front of someone else.”
“Never?”
I shook my head.
He nuzzled his nose against mine. “Then lucky me. I get a first with you.”
Fire coursed through my veins and at first I mistook it for hyperventilating, maybe about to pass out, because my ears roared too. But it was just my racing pulse, the tingle not only in my clit but insistently centered in my pussy as my need built.
Jack shifted position slightly, so he could more easily whisper in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Show me how to make you feel good.” He pulled his hand away only so he could catch my other and press it against the bulge along the front of his jeans before slipping inside my panties again.
“Feel that? After you come for me, as your reward I’m going to let you play with that however you want to.”
Oh shiiiiit! I forced my eyes to stay open as my fingers sped up, frantically frigging myself because fuckin’ A I wanted to play with that as-yet unseen considerable hunk of meat still hiding from me.
He pulled his hand away again, reaching up and lightly grazing his nails against my nipples through my shirt and bra, smiling as I whimpered at the extra sensation.
“I thought about making you do this the first time while sitting on my cock, so I could feel you come around it, but I know the first time I fuck you I won’t be able to hold back so I thought I’d be mean and make you wait for that. ”
He caught my chin and held me in place, eye-to-eye, those gorgeous gray-blue eyes of his staring into mine.
“Come for Sir, baby. Because this is just the first of countless orgasms you’re going to have over the next few days.
And some of those will be while you’re tied up in my ropes and begging me to stop while I use my tongue and cock and all sorts of evil toys on you to keep you coming. ”
That’s what did it—the delightfully filthy thought of being tied up and used for his pleasure, helpless, begging—captured and ravished and completely owned by him.
His lips crashed over mine, swallowing every cry I made, his hand cupping my other one over his erection and squeezing, every bit of pleasure ricocheting through me amplified by the heat of his body pressed along mine.
And when I finished and stilled my hand, he continued kissing me, teasing, lightly exploring even while pressing my other hand, molding it around the shape of his erection.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Suuuch a good girl. And now you get to pick your reward.”