Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lyra
“You have a safe word,” Stryker reminds me.
Momentarily I close my eyes as I wage my internal battle. Then I realize that if I don’t do this, I might always wonder what might have been.
My fingers wavering, I reach down to spread myself open.
The moment I do, cool air rushes over my slick folds.
I’m already damp, and the exposure makes me gasp. My body vibrates, and every inch of me is alive with need, chasing goose bumps across my skin.
“Is your clit throbbing?” His voice is a caress that pulls me deeper into this surrender.
“Yes.” The admission is raw, making my voice tremble.
“Stroke it,” he instructs. “Slow circles. Show me how much you want this.”
After the briefest hesitation, I do as he says. My pleasure is sharp and immediate, making me rock my hips involuntarily.
I sigh, then moan, my lips parting as I lose myself in the sensation. My thighs tremble. My pussy is slick and aching, and I’m on the edge, suddenly desperate for release. No matter how many orgasms he gives me, no matter how intense they are, he can have me on the verge of coming within seconds.
“Stop.”
His command makes me squeeze my eyes shut. But I can’t hold back my frustrated whimper.
From earlier, I know that he’ll make the wait worthwhile, but that doesn’t make this denial sting any less. He satisfied me so completely with his fingers. But now I’m aching to feel his cock inside me, filling me, claiming me. The thought makes my entire body pulse electrically.
“No argument?” He lifts an eyebrow. “You’re learning, Allie. Such a good girl.” Then, more quietly, he adds, “Such a good submissive.”
How can I argue with him when his words feel so right?
“Please place your hands behind your neck.”
Wishing he’d order me to get myself off instead, I swallow a sigh and do as he says.
The position thrusts my breasts forward. I’m hyperaware of every inch of myself, open to him, vulnerable in a way that’s both terrifying and intoxicating.
He watches me, still seated, his gaze thoughtful, assessing, and completely unnerving. Staying still and remaining silent requires every bit of my self-control.
A log pops, making me jump, but I quickly return to the position he’d requested.
“Very good.”
Every single part of me feels like it’s on fire.
“You’re doing so well. Now I want you to kneel for me.”
This is suddenly very real.
“I’ll want your thighs parted wide, my sweetly submissive Allie.”
Unable to believe I’m actually doing this, I lower myself to the blanket, knees apart.
“Good. Hands behind your neck again, if you will?”
The position forces my back to arch a little, as if I’m offering my breasts and pussy. Exactly what he wants, I’m sure.
“Stay there. Patiently, with your gaze on me.”
He fills my vision until he becomes the center of my world.
Then he drops his foot to the floor and stands.
He circles me, slowly, deliberately. Every step sends a shiver through me.
The fire’s crackle, the storm’s roar, the faint scent of pine and coffee on him—It all consumes me. His presence is a weight, a promise, and I tremble, my skin prickling as he studies me from every angle, seeing me in a way no one ever has.
He crouches before me. “Don’t break position. Understand?”
I nod. Then he captures my nipples and gently pinches them.
The sensation is electric, and I moan, leaning into his touch. “Stryker…”
He tugs, pulling me slightly off balance, and I drop my arms to steady myself.
“Oh, Allie.” He utters a soft sound of disapproval. “You were given an order, and you agreed.”
Scowling, I lodge my protest. “But I would have fallen.”
“You know I wouldn’t have let that happen, my beautiful little sweetheart.”
His words sink deep, wrapping around my heart. My beautiful little sweetheart. They feel so natural, as if they’ve always been mine. Yet just days ago, they would’ve been unthinkable.
A desire to please him blooms inside me, wild and unexpected. I’m not this woman, not one to kneel, to submit, and yet with him, something new is awakening, blossoming in a way I never imagined.
He releases my nipples, and the ache in my pussy becomes desperate.
His gaze on me, Stryker slides a hand between my legs. His fingers glide through my wetness. Once they’re coated, he sucks them clean, making me blink in shock.
“Your arousal is so sweet.” He fastens his gaze on me. “And so is your trust.”
My chest tightens, emotion swelling. Trust. Physically, at least, I’m giving him more than I ever imagined possible. It’s equal measures frightening and freeing.
“I’d like you on all fours.”
Even though all his requests are coated in politeness, there’s implacable command beneath them.
Motions jerkier than I’d like, I move into the position he said.
He circles me again, his gaze a physical touch, tracing my curves, exposing my secrets.
Then he places a pillow beneath my face. “Place your forehead here.”
What are you planning?
Still, heart thundering, I obey.
“Dip your back, reach back, and part your buttocks. Show me everything.”
My breath catches, hesitation clawing at me. This is beyond anything I’ve done, and it seems both lewd and raw.
“Get out of your head. You’re following your Dominant’s wishes. Trust that I know what I’m requiring of you.”
I force out a breath, praying it will help steady me, but it doesn’t, not really.
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well for me.”
His constant encouragement is enough to push me past my barriers, and I arch my back.
“That was part one.” His voice is calm and measured, not at all annoyed that I haven’t done exactly as he instructed. “I want to see your ass, Allie.”
Gulping, my fingers nerveless, I reach back to spread myself open.
I thought I’d been exposed earlier. But now, I’m utterly, completely vulnerable to him.
“Spread your cheeks wider. I meant what I said.”
My cheeks burn with a mix of shame and desire.
“Jesus, Allie.” His voice is thick with want. “Your pussy’s so wet, glistening for me. And this pretty pink whorl—begging for my touch, isn’t it?”
I clench involuntarily.
The idea of his finger there is shocking, yet a naughty part of me stirs, curious, hungry.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” There’s no trace of teasing in his tone. “My finger inside you, stretching you?”
I shake my head, a reflex, but my pussy seems to pulse, betraying me.
He chuckles, a soft, confident sound that sends a thrill through me.
“You’d love it. So many nerve endings there, intensifying every sensation.”
My mind reels, the idea both foreign and tantalizing. I’ve never considered this, never thought I’d want it, but with him, I’m questioning everything.
“And you’ll beg me to finger-fuck you there.”
Even though he’s completely wrong, I don’t argue. I’m sure that wouldn’t end well for me.
“You may kneel again.”
He says it as if it’s something I’m supposed to be grateful for. And in a way, I suppose I am.
I settle into the submissive pose at his feet, my thighs parted.
Funny how this no longer seems as lewd as it had only ten minutes ago.
“When I gave you permission to kneel, you wanted to thank me.”
Blinking furiously, I tip my chin back to look at him.
“Your instinct was correct.”
“It…” I shake my head.
“You should express your gratitude for every bit of comfort your Dominant allows you. For example, you could have been left in that position until your body became exhausted.” His eyes darken.
“Because I’m telling you that I wouldn’t have tired of looking at your cunt and your pretty little asshole.
And I would have been thinking about fucking your pussy as I simultaneously slid a finger or two up that tight channel. ”
Expectantly he waits.
Linking my hands even tighter, I give him what he wants. “Thank you.”
For long moments, I think he’ll say something. Maybe smile, anything to let me know he’s pleased with me. But he remains silent, even as I shift uncomfortably.
Then suddenly, in the crackling silence, I know.
Even though my mouth seems to be stuffed with cotton, I add, “Sir.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
In front of me, his cock seems to press even harder against the fabric of his pants.
“That’s definitely it.”
His reaction is everything. And joy flows through me.
“Goddamn it, Allie. I have to have you.”
He’s the Dominant, yet in this moment, I feel as if I have the power. This exchange we have is mind-blowing, and I’m afraid I could grow addicted to it.
He reaches for his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scars that map his strength.
“Finish undressing me,” he says. “From your knees.”
No longer as uncertain as I would have been even a few days ago, I reach for the waistband of his sweatpants.
Since he’s already hard, I have to be careful with his aroused cock.
Moments later, he’s free, heavy and scorching hot, his thick length bobbing mere millimeters away from my lips.
Heaven help me. A strange part of me aches to suck him into my mouth. Maybe because I’m on my knees?
Since he doesn’t say anything, I give in and curl my hand around its girth, stroking slowly, marveling at its heat, its weight.
He groans, and I stroke harder, guided by his gruff “Tighter, sweetheart.” His cock pulses, a bead of precum glistening, and the sense of power I had moments ago returns, thrilling me.
“That’s enough.” He captures my wrist.
“But—”
“You’d do well not to argue, unless you want your list of transgressions to grow longer?”
What? In that moment, he’s regained his power and reminded me of my position as his submissive. Shocking me, it’s heady as sin.
“I’d like you to finish undressing me, Allie.”
When he’s totally naked, standing above me, the sight of his heavy balls filling my vision, he issues his next command.
“Now place your hands behind your neck again. The exact same way you did earlier.”
I should have known he had a plan.
Obediently I resume my former position, thrusting my chest forward. My nipples seem to beg for attention.
“Look at these,” he murmurs. “So hard, so perfect.”
I wonder who I am, craving his approval, living for it.
His cock angles toward me, thick and throbbing, his balls heavy, and the air between us seems to arc with energy.
“There are two kneeling positions I want you to know.”
Reinforcing our roles.
“The one you’re in now is called kneeling up.
It’s more formal. At times I’ll allow you to kneel back—sitting on your heels, hands gently resting on your thighs, palms up You’ll be more relaxed, but there will be no doubt about your submission.
Let me show you.” Gently he takes my shoulders and places me where he wants me, his hand gentle but firm.
Every moment I’m with him, my surrender becomes deeper.
“You’ll always want to remain in position unless given permission to move.”
God. The way he’s standing over me. So strong. So authoritative.
“There are consequences for disobedience.” His voice is a dark promise that sends a shiver through me. “Are we clear?”