Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Zachariah
Exquisite.
The lines of her thin waist. The curve of her hips.
The round firmness of her ass peeking out of the boy shorts I’d provided for her.
Lucinda had grown into a beautiful young woman.
She gripped the silk ropes securing her cuffed wrists to the bed post firmly.
She subtly tested them out, for her own safety or to test my skill.
I had no doubt that by the end of our session she would understand that my expertise goes unmatched in all ways of domination.
I had an advance degree in caring for my submissives.
I ran my hand down the center of her back, trailing the tip of my middle finger down the little valley.
She rolled her shoulders and tilted her head back and forth.
“Are you comfortable, Lucinda?” I stepped away to keep from pressing myself up against her.
“Yes, Sir.” He voice had taken on an airy quality.
She would drop into subspace with not much effort, I was sure.
The thought excited me. How quickly could she trust me to let herself be completely free?
Another part of me didn’t want the scene to end too quickly.
I wanted to experience Lucinda for as long as I could.
“Do you have any other questions, sweet sub?” I couldn’t see her face but imagined the tiny smile. The way the side of her lips curled up when she was giddy. That’s where I had her, giddy with anticipation.
“No, Sir. I’m ready.”
“Okay, no more words, darling. From now on unless I ask you a direct question or you need to use your safeword. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Another little shudder. I wished I’d thought about placing a mirror in front of her so I could watch her expressions. Images of taking her in this position had played on loop in my brain. I couldn’t deny I wanted her, but right now, it was about taking care of my sub and giving her what she needed.
“Let me hear those screams and moans,” I added.
Her breath hitched.
I was giddy myself. I swung the flogger through the air away from her to test the weight.
It was a new flogger, and I needed to break it in.
No better place than on the backside of the beautiful sub bound before me.
I inhaled and then exhaled. Lifting my hand and swinging a figure-eight, I extended the flogger toward the middle of her upper back.
I noticed the second she recognized the sound. Her body stiffened and her head dropped. A light moan escaped between her lips before the first fall struck. They all grazed her beautiful brown skin, she let out a hiss, followed by a shaky exhale. She mouthed something I couldn’t quite make out.
I drew the flogger back and stepped forward.
“What was that, my sweet sub?” I traced my fingers across the skin where it had pinked up from the impact of the implement.
“I didn’t say that out loud, did I?” She dropped her head.
“No, sweetheart, you didn’t.”
She sighed.
“But I would like to know what you didn’t say.” I chuckled.
“Just thank you, Sir.” She swallowed and dropped her head. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Well, I think we can consider that phrase like a moan.” I stepped back and began a rhythmic pattern across her skin to warm her up, working my way down to the top of her ass.
The shorts dulled the impact a little, but from the string of whispered thank yous she uttered, I knew she felt it just fine.
Her brown skin pinked up nicely and the skin swelled as if reaching for more. Her thank yous turned into moans of pleasure. Each pattern she caught onto and absorbed with ease. When her head drooped, I checked in.
“Give me a color, Lucinda.”
“Very much green, Sir.” She giggled.
“Good.” I continued working back with the figure-eight, increasing the impact across her shoulders. She settled deeper.
I watched her hands; they continued to grip the ropes, her shoulders back and her ass poked out.
She was in bliss. It wasn’t so much me leading her there, but her pulling me along with her.
I switched up the pattern a little, striking an angle upward on the edge with a little hint of side boob.
My aim was meticulous. Lucinda let out a scream and groan I felt in my cock.
Her response was a crescendo of moans and pleasure and then her body went slack. Her head fell and her hands relaxed.
The flogger instantly dropped from my hand. I rushed to her and with a firm arm around her waist, worked swiftly to release her bound wrist. In my arms, she melted. I gently laid her down on the soft bed, cupping my body around hers.
In the dim light, I removed Lucinda’s mask. Tears stained her cheeks. It was a risk to leave myself exposed, but her aftercare was more important.
Her eyes fluttered but remained closed. She rolled herself onto her side into a ball. I tucked her in and wrapped myself around her.
“Well done, my sweet sub,” I whispered against her smooth skin, as I inhaled and kissed her bare shoulder.
“I’m so proud of you.” I pushed her hair out of her face and placed a damp wash cloth across the back of her neck.
“You did so good.” She sighed and moaned in response. It was the sweetest sound.
“You back with me, Lucinda?” I dimmed the lights further.
‘Yes, Sir.” She settled back against me.
Only a slight glow from the vanilla-scented candles in the room gave off a warm light. She would have to strain to see me, especially coming out of subspace with her senses dulled. Still, I replaced her blindfold.
Wanting to make sure I provided all the aftercare she needed, I held a bottle of water to her lips. She took a tiny sip.
“How do you feel?”
She didn’t answer but gave me a happy little sigh and kissed my hand.
“You think you can put that answer into words?” I chuckled. “And take another sip for me.”
She stalled and then tilted her head and kissed my hand, again.
I stilled and tried not to drop the bottle.
Her tongue snuck out and tasted me.
“What are you trying to do, Lucinda?” I leaned over her and set the bottle down. She reached for me, but I captured her hands and laid them over her head.
Her body arched up, seeking me. I wrapped my other hand around her neck. She made it hard for me not to let her continue. As much as I wanted to play with my sweet sub, it was too risky.
“I feel amazing,” she whispered. “You’re amazing.”
She turned her head and looked like she could actually see me through the silk mask. Maybe she did.
“You were just thanking me.” I chuckled. I grabbed a piece of pineapple from a bowl on the nightstand and ran it across her lips. “Open.”
She bit into it. The juice coated her sweet lips and dribbled down her chin.
Fuck me.
She licked her lips and exhaled. “I was letting you know, subtly, that we could …continue with the scene.” She placed her hand over mine and rubbed her hip against my cock.
Little tease.
“And, how would you like to continue the scene? We’ve completed everything we agreed upon.
” My gaze traveled down her body. Her shirt had ridden up showing a sliver of her golden-brown skin.
Her arousal mixed with the vanilla sent in the air made my mouth water.
My gaze traveled back up to those enticing lips.
She’d yet to answer.
“You wouldn’t be trying to renegotiate in the middle of a scene would you, Lucinda?” I fed her another price of pineapple and brushed my lips across the crown of her ear. “You know that’s against the rules.”
She gasped and my cock twitched.
“I’m sorry.” She pouted and tried to sit up, but I pressed her back down and rocked my hips into her, making sure tbishe knew the effect she had on me.
I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes from her body and bury my cock deep inside of her.
I knew it would feel good. It would feel like home.
It had nothing to do with some moral line I wouldn’t cross.
No, it was more I wanted her to look straight into my eyes and know it was me fucking her and she wasn’t ready for that. . . yet.
“For tonight’s scene, I’m afraid it’s not on the table.” I snaked my tongue out and swiped across her shoulder. One taste wouldn’t hurt. “But I guess we can consider this the start of negotiation for our next scene.”
She gasped and smiled up at me. “You want to scene with me again?”
“I do, Lucinda.” I brushed my lips across hers. The chaste kiss directly contradicted the rest of the vulgar sexy thoughts and feelings I had going on inside my head. “We can discuss it further tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes, Sir. I’m up for anything.” She grinned up at me and lifted her arms, but I slipped out of the bed and out of her reach.
She shot up to sitting.
“You have a wonderful night, Lulu.” I paused at the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She ripped the blindfold off her eyes, but I’d stepped into the hall and closed the door before she could see me.
“Sweet dreams, Lucinda,” I said in my normal voice.
Maybe Lucinda would get a chance to hear it to before this week was over.