Chapter Four #2
The sight of his cock jumping, cum spurting over his abdomen, made me come harder. I smiled at the view, rocking against his mouth as fire licked at my nerves. It felt so fucking good to orgasm, but what felt even better was to watch Carter come without so much as a single fucking touch.
I got off on the power, on the fact that he couldn’t fucking help himself even though he’d tried. I watched each spray of cum paint his abs and chest with a wicked grin, and I didn’t let up, didn’t stop using him until the last of my release had faded.
All the sound in the room came back slowly — first, our labored breaths, and then the trip hop, the crackling of the fire. I was still riding his face, softer now, more leisurely, my smile impossible to contain as I rasped out a low laugh.
“You’ve made a mess.”
When I felt satisfied, I slowly crawled off of Carter, maneuvering until I was on my knees next to him.
The second I saw his face, my smile faded.
He couldn’t look at me. Shame colored his cheeks, his jaw ticcing as he stared up at the ceiling. His stomach swelled up and down, covered with his seed, and he looked like he wanted to sink into the plush rug and disappear forever.
Carter shook his head, not an exaggerated movement, but a quick one, one riddled with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
I smiled, leaning until I was sitting with my legs in stag and my hip against his ribcage. I reached out tentatively to stroke the side of his face. His eyes closed as soon as I touched him, a long sigh of a breath coming from his nose.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He kept his eyes closed, answering with another shameful shake of his head.
“You couldn’t help yourself, could you? You were so hungry for me,” I cooed, my voice soft now that the scene was over. If this were a true Domme and submissive relationship, I’d lean into his shame. I’d tease him about it and punish him a bit before I soothed and cared for him after.
But Carter was my student, not my sub, and I took my role of teacher just as seriously as if I were his Domme. I needed him to know he did well, that he should be proud.
“I liked it.”
Carter’s eyelids peeled open then, his gaze questioning when it met mine. I let my fingers trail down to play with the cum on his stomach, and he shivered when I did, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure.
“Next time, we’ll focus on control. But tonight? You made me come with nothing but your mouth. That deserves praise.”
I could almost feel the relief that seeped out of him like it was my own.
“I actually find it quite hot that you got off just from tasting me,” I told him, still playing with his cum. It made heat flash between my thighs, made me want to get him hard again and ride that slick cock of his. But I resisted.
He had to earn that privilege.
“Do I wish you would have waited until you had permission to come? Yes. But we’ll work on that.”
Carter swallowed, that blush shading his cheeks again.
I thumbed where the crimson bloomed with a grin. “You did well. Now, let me get you cleaned up.”
With care, I loosened the bind of his suit jacket around his wrists, helping to lower them to his sides before I stood. I massaged each wrist before I walked leisurely to my bathroom for a washcloth, running it under hot water. I let Carter have a moment to himself before I returned.
Then, I got on my knees and cleaned him.
A heavy, sated sigh left his chest when the warm washcloth swept across his skin.
He trembled involuntarily as I wiped up every drop he’d spilled, saving his cock for last. I wrapped the cloth around him with gentle pressure, just enough to clean him up without giving too much attention to an area I knew was sensitive at the moment.
When he was clean, I helped him sit up and get himself somewhat dressed again. He left his shirt unfastened but pulled up his briefs and pants. When he was situated, I grabbed a blanket from where it was laid over the arm of my couch and draped it around his shoulders.
“You can sit here, or you can move to the couch if you’d be more comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
I took enough time to get myself dressed again — pulling on my panties but leaving the garter and my pants where they lay. Then, I kicked out of my heels and padded barefoot over to the kitchen, pouring Carter a tall glass of water.
I snatched the bottle of wine off the island for me.
Carter hadn’t moved, so I sank down onto the floor next to him, leaning my back against the stone of the fireplace. I handed the glass of water to him before taking a swig of wine.
“Drink,” I told him.
He maneuvered until he was sitting next to me, his back against the fireplace, too, and then he drained half the glass. We sat in silence for a long moment before I turned to him with a curious smile.
“Well?”
He shook his head, the corner of his lips quirking up as his head swiveled to face me. “Best two-million dollars I’ve ever spent.”
I barked out a laugh. “That was nothing.”
“I beg to differ.”
“And did we learn something?”
He frowned at that, wrapping himself up a bit more in the blanket before he kicked back. “Tune into the nonverbal cues. Take my time, don’t rush, let her know I enjoy it. Make her feel safe to let go.”
“And?”
“Suck the clit like it’s my sole purpose for walking this earth.”
I laughed again, tilting the bottle to my lips. “We’re off to a good start.”
When Carter finished his water, I offered him the wine, and we sat for a while in comfortable quiet, passing the bottle between us.
I imagined we were both a little in our heads, wondering how the hell we’d found ourselves here.
We hadn’t just crossed the line of our friendship, we’d bungee jumped over the damn thing.
Now that we’d both come and were floating down from the high, reality was sinking in.
Still, I didn’t have regrets, and I didn’t feel any rolling off of Carter. He looked… pleased — not just physically, but pleased with his performance. I liked the sated curl of his lips, the sleepiness in his gaze.
I liked that I’d given him that.
“So… have you been an actual Domme before?” he asked after a while. “Like…”
“With a submissive?” I angled my head toward him. “What do you think?”
“I think that contract seemed pretty fine-tuned.”
“Then why are you asking?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just… curious. How did you get into it?”
It was an unwanted and natural reaction, the way fear pricked my spine and sent chills racing over me. Carter wasn’t doing anything to make me feel unsafe, but the very nature of what he’d asked did so, anyway.
I couldn’t answer honestly without revealing a part of my past I preferred to keep buried.
So, I took a sip of wine to compose myself.
And I lied.
“I dated a guy when I was younger who was into it. He liked to be degraded and controlled, used. He asked me to try with him, to be his Domme.” I shrugged. “And I liked it.”
“Do you ever like to be the submissive?”
“Never,” I answered immediately, but again, it was a lie.
There was a part of me that was curious what it would feel like to relinquish control in the bedroom, to switch and let a man use me and degrade me in a safe, consensual way.
I thought it would be hot.
But I also didn’t think it was possible to achieve.
My trust for the opposite sex had been eviscerated.
“Now,” I said, changing the subject as I tilted onto my hip and turned toward Carter. I leaned my chin on my palm, elbow propped on the stone ledge of the fireplace. “Tell me about this puck bunny who let you fuck her ass.”
Carter nearly choked on the sip of wine he was in the process of taking, and when he saw my smile, he mirrored it, shaking his head.
“I don’t know what more there is to tell.”
“Was it like… a dare or something?”
“No,” he said with a rueful laugh. “It was my first year in the league. Our rookie party. She was the one who invited us up to her hotel room — three of my teammates and me. Her name was Zina. She was gorgeous, confident, and… let’s just say she knew exactly what she wanted.
She told us straight up it was her fantasy to have multiple hockey players at once, and she was in charge from the second we walked in the room. ”
I raised my brows. “In charge?”
“Oh, yeah.” He grinned at the memory, sheepish. “She set the rules, told each of us what she wanted, where she wanted it.”
“You really do have a thing for Dommes, don’t you, Rook?”
“She was so kinky, Liv,” he said, sipping his wine with a grin like he was lost in the memory.
“And honestly, I was kind of just enjoying watching. She was having the time of her life. But she saw me in the corner, probably sensed how nervous I was, and she crooked her finger at me and said, ‘Come here, baby. This is your lucky night. You can put it anywhere you want.’ So…” He shrugged. “I took her at her word.”
“You chose ass.”
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I figured opportunities like that don’t come around every day.”
That had a laugh bubbling out of me, too, as I stole the bottle of wine from him. “Well, I promise, with me? There will be plenty of ass opportunity...”
Carter paled when I sealed that promise with a wink. “Why do I feel like you’re talking about ass in a completely different context.”
“Oh, don’t be scared,” I cooed, rolling onto all fours before I stood. “I think you’ll like it.”
Carter scrambled up to meet me. “I think I need to revisit those safe words.”
“So, you’ve really never had sex?” I asked. “I mean, in the traditional sense. You’ve never fucked a woman vaginally?”
He swallowed, that beautiful pink shade of embarrassment tingeing his cheeks again. “Never.”
Something flared in my chest at the admission.
Maybe it wasn’t just the payday that had me buzzing.
Maybe it wasn’t just the fun of it all.
Maybe it was the promise of untouched territory — and the power that came with claiming it.