Chapter 20
Second Opinion
Drew
When we enter my apartment, the oven dings. Sara glances over her shoulder at me in surprise.
“I have to feed you, princess.” In the kitchen, I check the lasagna the chef put in the oven for me. I texted before we left the office and again when we were close so he could finish up.
“You cooked?” She arches an eyebrow and sets her purse on the entry table next to my keys before looking over my shoulder. “Lasagna?”
“Hungry?” Shrugging, I grab a potholder and pull it out to set on the stove. There’s warm bread wrapped in aluminum waiting as well.
“Starving.” She smiles and kisses my cheek. “What can I do to help?”
“Sit. I’ve got it.” I grab the plates.
“I can do something.”
“If you want, you can pour the wine.”
The bottle of red I opened to breathe is in a glass decanter next to two glasses.
“You’re definitely going to spoil me.” Chuckling, she fills the glasses.
“That’s my secret weapon.” I bring the plates over to the table. She sets our wineglasses down. “That and knowing exactly what I’m having for dessert.”
She blushes as I pull out her chair for her.
“I have to admit, I’m craving dessert.” Her pale green eyes meet mine as I lower into my seat. Heat flashes through me. If I’d been thinking clearly, I would’ve had her suck me off on the ride over here to relieve this ache.
“How was work?” she asks before she takes a bite. She covers her lips as her eyes widen in surprise. “Mmm, this is good.”
“Thank you.” I smirk. I’ll thank my chef next time I see him. “Work was boring. But we’re working on some new weaves with new materials for next year.”
She shakes her head and sips her wine. “Do you really dislike work that much?”
I lean forward and catch her hand, drawing it my way before lifting it.
I press a kiss to each of her knuckles while holding those beautiful eyes of hers.
“No, I don’t. But I also don’t want to bore you with the details when we can discuss more interesting things like what you and your Wyatt talked about at lunch today. ”
Her eyes narrow playfully. “How do you know we talked about anything?”
I sip my wine. “Because, princess, I don’t imagine Wyatt is one to break office protocol and fuck you during the day.”
“Hmm.” She chews her food thoughtfully and takes a drink of her wine. Her flush creeps down her neck. “We did discuss what it means for me to be his. Punishments, expectations, protocol. Rules.”
“Any rules I’d be interested in?” I continue to eat my lasagna.
“Maybe.” Her eyes flare with heat. “If I masturbate, I have to ask him permission to come. No panties in the apartment.”
“That’s one I can get behind and take advantage of.” I take a sip. I could bend her over this table and slide my cock into her soaking wet cunt. Clearing my throat, I say, “If I make you masturbate, do you have to ask him to come for me?”
“Probably.” Her eyebrows lift and she smiles. “Or I’ll get punished.”
“Hmm.” I rub my fingers over my lips. Wyatt’s punishments might be fun to watch. “What other rules?”
“Keep my pussy tidy and neat.” She leans her elbows on the table and links her hands, resting her chin on them. “When we’re in the apartment, I’m his to do with what he wishes.”
“So if you’re in my apartment, you’re mine? I can order you around and you’ll obey?”
“He doesn’t want me to always obey.” Her eyes widen and she leans forward like she’s sharing a secret. “There’s always the option of punishment.”
“What are your punishments, princess?” I chew on my bread while I wait for her answer, tearing off another piece and popping it into my mouth.
“Orgasm denial, spanking, forced orgasm, cockwarming, toys.” She arches her eyebrow as she takes another sip of her red wine.
Fuck, I can get on board for those. Wyatt is a very wise man.
Or I would think that if he didn’t pass up his chance to have Sara all to himself.
I’m willing to take full advantage of our sharing while it lasts.
But I’ll be damned if I let her go just because they decide it’s for the best. She’s mine now.
“So your punishment for having an orgasm while masturbating without permission could be forced orgasms? Seems like he’s punishing you with a good time.” I sit back and wipe my hands on my napkin. I’m ready to move on to the next course.
She shrugs and grins. “Don’t tell him that. I read somewhere that some Doms will make their sub count rice as a punishment.”
“Well, you are studying accounting.”
She makes a face and I laugh.
“He could have you stand in a corner.” I raise an eyebrow. “Treat you like the brat he wants you to be.”
She shakes her head. Her gaze goes from my plate to hers. “Do I need to clean my plate to get dessert?”
“No, princess.” I chuckle and stand, heading over to grab the decanter. “But we should have a little more wine with dessert.”
I add some to my glass and hers before setting it on the table. Then I offer her my hand. When she takes it, I pull her to stand with me. I reach into my pocket and pull out a couple of mints, handing her one.
“You think of everything.” She unwraps it and pops it in her mouth.
“I can’t feed my girl garlic and not give her a mint.” I kiss her temple and hand her wineglass to her. “Before we proceed, there will be costs as we go through.”
“Hmm.” She taps her finger on her lips. “I don’t have any money.”
“Clothing.” I smirk and take a sip of my wine before heading to the play room door. “To get in, you have to leave something behind.”
She already slipped off her shoes when she came in. There are plenty of choices. Well, not plenty, but enough to make the tour worthwhile. She sets the wineglass on a side table and meets my eyes as she unbuttons her shirt.
Reaching down, I take off my socks and put them on a chair.
She shrugs off her shirt, revealing her pretty white bra.
She drapes the shirt over the back of the chair.
I didn’t get to admire the view in the office, but I’m sure my gaze is as hot as Wyatt’s was.
Every inch of Sara is worth appreciating.
I want to kiss each of her freckles that disappear into her bra.
“What next?” She picks up her glass and drinks a little more.
“Open the door.”
She twists the knob and pushes open the door. When she lifts her hand to turn on the lights, I tsk her.
She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Lights cost, princess.” I drop my gaze to her bra as I work on the cuffs of my shirt.
“Should I just take my skirt off too? I’m not really dressed for strip anything.” She smiles as she reaches behind her to unhook her bra.
“Just the bra. And it’s not a very expensive tour.” I shrug out of my shirt and drape it over hers.
Sliding her bra off, she places it over my shirt with a fake pout. “We haven’t even gotten through the door and I’m almost broke.”
Her breasts are perfect. My hands itch to touch them while my mouth waters to suck on them. But once I touch her, I won’t be able to stop. I want to savor the anticipation.
“There are other ways to pay, princess.”
“I’m sure there are.” She arches an eyebrow and I direct her to the door. After she turns on the lights, she steps in.
It’s not huge, but the space is well laid out. She reaches out to touch the St. Andrew’s cross.
“That will cost you.” My voice holds a teasing tone.
She smiles and draws her hand back. “I can look but not touch.”
“Ah, now you’re understanding what it’s like to be a voyeur.” Though I desperately want to touch her. I want the scent of her covering me. I want to own her.
“Is that all you’re going to do tonight?” She pauses next to the bed. Her nipples are tight peaks. Her black pencil skirt frames her small waist and hips. “Watch.”
I could. Spend the evening watching her get herself off. But that’s not what I want. Not tonight.
“No, you’re going to be a good little whore and let me fuck you however I want.”
She drops her hand on the bed as her body flushes pink all the way to her nipples.
“Time to pay, princess.” I gesture to her hand on the bed.
Her mouth opens to protest, then closes. She drinks the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the nightstand.
Her hands go to the zipper of her skirt while mine go to my belt and pants. She slides the skirt down and lets it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she bends to pick it up, completely naked.
Fuck, the first time I saw her, she was spectacular in evening wear. No woman could compete with her natural red hair, porcelain skin, and gorgeous green eyes. She walked with a confidence that I respect the hell out of.
Even now, naked in front of me, she gives me a knowing smile.
Undisturbed that every inch of her is mine for the viewing.
She hangs her skirt on the St. Andrew’s cross and holds onto one of the leather cuffs while she takes in my body as I push my pants down.
She’s divine and no one else compares to her.
“Did I mention I went commando today in anticipation of our lunch date?” I wink and her smile widens.
“Very convenient.”
“I thought so.” I hang my pants over her skirt. My cock is so fucking hard for her. Definitely should have taken the edge off. I rub my hands together. “Where do you want to start?”
She closes the distance between us and puts her hand on my pec. My cock twitches, wanting to be touched. Her eyes are mischievous as she rises on her toes. “Show me everything.”
I grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. The heat of her skin presses against mine, makes me want to throw her on the bed and fuck her hard and fast. But I take a breath as I explore her mouth with my tongue.
I want this to last.
She whimpers and her hand slides down my abs to circle my cock. Fuck, I won’t last if she touches me like that.
I lift my mouth and press my forehead against hers. Using a chastising tone, I say, “Sara.”
“Play with me, Drew.” She pushes her breasts against my chest. Her hand strokes my cock. “Fuck me. Use me. Make me come. Make me your dirty little whore.”
Fuck, I like this Sara very much. But I still need to go slow since we don’t know her limits yet.
“You want to be my whore?” I kiss her lips and pull her over to a new purchase of mine. “This will put you in any position I require you to be in and hold you still while I fuck you. Is that what you want?”
I cup her pussy and slip my finger into her wet cunt. “Do you want me to use you how I want or do you want me to tie you down and worship you on the bed?”
Her lips part as I fuck my finger in and out of her pussy.
Her green eyes sparkle mischievously. “Take me, Drew.”
Sara
A week ago I might have been intimidated by the thing in front of me with leather restraints and a movable structure. Yeah, it seems like an advanced players’ device while I’m still on the bunny slope. But I want to try everything.
Drew pulls his finger out of me and paints my lips with my wetness. I lick my lips and he groans. “Before I strap you down, do you need to use the facilities?” He leads me over to a bathroom and turns on the light. “Once I get you locked in, I might keep you there for a while.”
He kisses me with that open mouth carnal kiss that makes me want to climb him and fuck him right now.
He draws away. “I’ll get everything set up.”
I take a few minutes to prepare myself. Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m preparing for.
When I walk out, Drew stands there. His cock hard and curving up toward his belly. My pussy grows wet thinking about how he’s fucked me before and how he’s about to fuck me again. My life has changed in the span of less than a week.
“You remember your safe word and the light system?” He touches my low back to draw me into the room and back to the table-like thing I’m about to be strapped to. I swallow. Fuck.
“Yes, mercy. Green is good. Yellow is I need to pause for something. Red is I’m done, please let me off the ride.” I arch an eyebrow at him. My eyes widen when I notice a small table with objects on it.
“Explore, princess. Everything is clean and new.” Drew picks up a cock-shaped vibrator with what looks like rabbit ears. “Have you ever used a vibrator?”
I shake my head. It’s almost as big as his cock.
He smiles and turns it on low. When he holds it against my nipple, I jolt from the strength.
His thumb presses the button, making the vibration stronger and stronger.
The foreign touch sends need to my pussy.
When he gets to a higher setting, I jerk away from it.
“We’ll start low.” He sets it on the table.
There are a few more vibrating things, a couple of butt plugs, and lube. I draw in a breath. This is all intimidating, but I’m not the one who has to use them, just the one who has to take it.
Fuck. Once I’m strapped in, he can do whatever he wants. Use me however he wants. It’s arousing and frightening at the same time to give him that level of control.
“Would you prefer to do something just together?” He comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “We could go back to my bedroom. Forget the kinky stuff and just fuck.”
He draws my hair over my shoulder. A shiver tumbles through me. He kisses my neck softly. Sparks fall from his lips to settle into the ache between my thighs. “There’s a lot we can do without all the props and furniture.”
I lean into his warmth as his hands wrap around my waist. His lips move over my neck, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
He steps in close, surrounding my back in his heat, making me needy.
My breath catches. I can’t decide. I want to be bold and brave and discover whatever that thing will make me do, but I also just want to be close to Drew.
To feel his skin sliding against mine. To taste the mint and wine on his lips.
“What if we saved that for later?” I turn in his arms and look up into his dark eyes. “We have time, right?”
His smile is soft as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “All the time in the world, princess.”
He lifts me into his arms. I let out a surprised noise, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he laughs.
He carries me out of the play room, through the living room, and into his bedroom.
When he lowers me down to the bed, I scoot back on the soft sheets, too focused on Drew to really notice the room.
He follows me down as I lean back on my arms. He cages me in and kneels between my legs.
“I’m still going to fuck you, princess.”
I weave my hands into his silky hair and smile. “Yes, please.”