3. Game, set, match
Chapter 3
Game, set, match
TOMER
I probably shouldn’t mess with her right now. Yet the look on her gorgeous face makes it impossible for me to get off my knee.
Besides, I need to be down here for this.Some Doms reverse the positioning, making their subs kneel.
But Lettie’s not my sub. She’s the love of my fucking life, and I’ll kneel before her until the end of time.
“Lettie, I’m not proposing right now. However, this is something I want to do from here. Okay?”
Her eyes take a hike to the back of her pretty little head, and a deep groan rumbles from the depths of her chest. Dramatically, which is exactly how I prefer her, she flings herself onto her back. “Fine. Stay there and play with my emotions.”
Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, I rise partly and tug her arm to bring her upright. “Sorry, sugar. Just trust me on this one.”
She crosses her arms, eying me down with a playful glint in her eye.
It hits me then. That’s another thing I love about her. Never put a fine enough point on this thought before. But here it is, nonetheless.
Her spirit and playfulness fulfill something I didn’t experience in my youth. The joy of being young and in love. Happy in your skin and so wrapped up in your partner that you can be silly and even a little immature with the comfort of knowing they’ll still love you. Maybe they’ll even love you more for it.
Never had this before. My father robbed me of all happiness from as far back as I can remember.
Lettie’s effervescence makes up for it tenfold.
Damn. Maybe I should propose right now?
Nah . I have bigger plans for that. This is enough.
For the moment.
With a steadying breath, I fill my lungs. Some of her intoxicating scent lingers. I inhale again, desperate to have as much of her as possible.
“This is the gift I planned to give you on our anniversary. The night you distracted me by showing up looking like a goddess from my wildest fantasies.”
Seems like a lifetime ago.
She doesn’t speak, only narrows her eyes at me.
Opening the package, I turn it around to present it to her. Her gaze timidly falls to the velvet box and what’s inside. A delicate gasp sails through her rounded lips.
“A necklace?” she asks, voice shaky.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
Inside the box is a thin white gold choker encrusted with diamonds and purple jewels—sapphires, amethyst, and tanzanite. Little butterflies are etched between the gemstones. A tiny white gold padlock rests in the center.
She traces the collar with her dainty fingertips, barely touching it. “It’s beautiful.”
“Lettie, this is more than a necklace. It’s a collar. It’s a promise and a vow.”
She holds my stare. “A collar? As in ownership?” Her nose wrinkles. “Like a pet?”
“I don’t see it that way. But in the kink community, some do.”
“Who cares what other people think? I only care how you see it.”
“To me, this represents a deep commitment. It’s a promise that I will love and cherish you, care and be there for you. I’ll never turn my back on you, always supporting you. Anything you need, I will provide. Or I will find a way to get it for you. For as long as you want me and as long as you choose to wear this.”
Something mischievous dances behind her eyes. Here we go.
My heart fucking smiles in my chest as I eagerly anticipate whatever she’s about to say.From the smirk she’s sporting, I can tell it’s going to be sassy.
“So it is sort of a proposal. With a ring around my neck instead of my finger. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Sweetness, I already said I’m not proposing until the other two things are handled.”
She glowers at me, the faux anger so at odds with her sugary disposition that it’s downright comical.
“However.” I pause and lower my brow to intensify my gaze. “If you want to think of it as a pre-proposal, that’s okay. In fact, I rather like the sound of that.”
“Are you proposing we compromise by calling this lovely collar necklace thing a pre-proposal ?”
“Sure, Lettie baby. Sure.”
She grins like she’s won the lottery, having bested me in a sense, I suppose. Fine by me. I’ll happily let her win anything. I’ve already won her heart.
Game, set, match.
After reaching toward the box, she snatches her hand back, making a fist. Batting her lashes at me, she asks, “If this is a pre-proposal, aren’t you supposed to ask me something then? Something specific?”
Fucking hell . I love this woman all the way down to my bones.
“Violet Holt, will you do me the honor of wearing this collar as a symbol of our commitment to each other? Accepting me as more than your Dom but as your partner? Allowing me to provide and care for you, keep you safe, and ensure you always feel loved and cherished?”
“One question. Do I have to be obedient all the time?”
“If I were foolish enough to say yes to that absurd question, could you even fake agreement without laughing in my face?”
A quick shake of her head accompanies her returning giggle. “No. Not at all.”
“You only have to be yourself. Just as you are. You’re perfect to me.”
“Then yes. I’d be happy to accept your not-a-proposal-but-actually-a-proposal collar.”
Without denying us a second longer, I rise to claim her lips. She cradles my face in her hands, opening her mouth to let me taste her sweet kiss. Her delicate moans are a familiar soundtrack, the music I always long to hear.
Although I’d love to kiss her forever, I haven’t finished giving her my gift. Plus, if this continues much longer, it’ll escalate. And when I slip inside her body next, I want her wearing only my collar.Tapping into my stubborn determination, I force myself away from her mouth.
Returning to one knee, I carefully take the collar out of the box. “This is the type that you can wear anywhere. It’s discreet enough that those outside the kink community will assume it’s only a beautiful necklace on a beautiful woman. But if you ever want to go to a club again, everyone will know I’m yours.”
She lowers her chin, tilting her head to the side and portraying the picture of innocence. “And I’m yours.”
I shrug, one side of my face quirked upward. “Semantics.”
“Grammar police?”
My tone deepens as I tease, “Up against the wall, sugar bear.”
She squirms on the bed, pressing her thighs together. “Put that on me, and maybe I will.”
Opening the locking clasp, I spread the collar wide and weave it around her slender neck. Once it’s secured, I back away to see how beautiful she looks wearing it.
She covers it with her hand, eyes closed like she’s absorbing the moment. It reminds me of how she savors the end of our kisses.
When her hand falls away, my heart stops.
There aren’t words that can adequately express her captivating beauty.
I can't decide what part of this vision before me is more alluring. Is it the twinkling of the modest gems or the sparkling white gold chains against her creamy skin? Is it her delicate smile, reflecting her happiness at me in technicolor? Perhaps it's the shine in her eyes as she gazes at me.
Yeah. I think that’s it. A little glint that says she's blissfully aware she's not merely wearing my collar but holding my heart. As we catch eyes, her lips curve upward, conveying her vow to cherish and guard it always.
Fuck . I love this woman.
“Violet, in a million years, there will never be a woman as breathtaking as you.”
Her cheeks flash deep crimson. “If you keep talking like that, I won’t be able to snark at you. I’ll be... what did you call it?” She nibbles her lip and flicks her eyes to the ceiling. “Oh yeah. Compliant.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re compliant and submissive or a teasing brat. As long as you’re with me, I’m the luckiest man on earth. Now come here.”I help her off the bed, immediately encircling her in my arms. “I want to make love to you now.”
As I cup her cheek lovingly, she lets her head rest against my palm with her eyes closed and mouth parted. “I like that idea.”
“I have something I’d like to try.”
Her eyes flutter open, and her lower lip slides between her teeth. “What?”
I’ve been meaning to broach this topic with her, yet haven’t known how to do it, which surprises no one. The first time this happened, it wasn’t a big deal. But we’ve had sex three more times since then, and it’s becoming clear that something’s wrong.
If I’ve noticed, then she certainly has too. The idea of her being worried about it doesn’t sit right with me.
“I suspect you’ve been having trouble climaxing with penetration. And I have an idea how I might help you get past that. Thought we could try if you’re game.”
Her features droop, her eyes falling. “You figured it out, huh?”
“Yes.”
“You’re too observant.”
What started as seductive lip nibbling soon morphs into worried biting. Her eyes won’t meet mine either, making me wonder if she’s ashamed.
Oh, my sweet girl.
Taking her chin between my fingers, I tip her face to meet mine and swipe my thumb under her lip to free it from her punishing bite. “Well, you’re my favorite person to observe.”
A dusty pink blush brightens her features. “That should be weird, but it’s so not.”
“Complimentary kinks.”
Her palms travel up my chest, squeezing my pecs on their way to my shoulders. “You said that on our first night together.”
Despite remembering the conversation, I feign ignorance. For the sheer purpose of hearing her recollections.
“Did I?”
“Yes. I remember almost everything from that night.”
She isn’t the only one. The details of our first time together are chiseled into my memory, never to fade away.
Every sound she made. All her moans, gasps, and breathy cries of ecstasy.
The way she looked splayed on my bed with her hair fanned across my pillow.
The tenderness of her touch.
The timid pulse of her hips that grew in confidence when she finally gave in and rode my face.
The shyness when she didn’t know how to put on the condom.
The skirt I left around her waist initially because it was the closest thing to bondage I could do with her.
Those fuck me black strappy heels she wore and how they dug into my back when I got my first taste of her exquisite pussy.
Most of all, I’ll never forget how blissfully right it was when I finally claimed her body for the first time.
“Lettie, Lettie, Lettie.” I tut playfully. “Can’t remember where your keys or purse are, but you remember that one thing I said from a damn year ago, huh?”
The flutter of her lashes draws my focus to her sapphire eyes. Their vibrant hue accentuates the purple and lavender gemstones adorning her dainty neck. Moving on its own accord, my hand molds around her throat, surrounding the collar and reveling in the sensation of the cold metal and gems against my warm skin.
She lets her gaze flick down, studying the way I grip her. My fingertips slink from the collar, lingering on her neck. Her pulse beats wildly against my hand.
I’m struck mute, powerless to do anything but admire how radiantly she shines.
This woman has enchanted me.
As her breath quickens, her facade takes on hints of seductiveness. “So what’s your big plan to fix my little problem?”
Shaking out of my daze, I find my voice. “Come with me, and I’ll show you.” Taking her by the hand, I guide her to a plush reading chair in the corner of my bedroom. “You’ll sit on my lap, facing away from me with your legs spread wide. Then, you’ll hold my cock inside your silky pussy while I make it my new life’s mission to make you climax again and again, by any and all means necessary.”
She hums quietly, her fingertips toying with her collar. “No objections here. Only I don’t see how it will work. Sounds like your big plan is for you to simply try harder. Fairly certain effort isn’t the problem.”
I move the chair a few inches to the left, turning it toward my closet.“Oh, sugar bear. You should know by now I don’t do anything half-ass when it comes to pleasing you.”
Before I can elaborate further on my strategy, she unleashes her sarcasm. “Moving the chair, huh? Oh, now I see how this shall save the day. Why didn’t you say so?”
I’d love to level her with a harsh glare, but she’s so fucking precious I’m putty in her hands. Couldn’t be cross with her if I tried.
Inhaling deeply, I attempt to refocus my mood so I can get back in control here. “Listen, my sexy little smart ass. I already owe you some swats on that luscious ass for taunting me earlier. Are you adding more?”
Even that didn’t sound as cutting as it should have.
She draws an imaginary halo over her head, then zips her lips and throws away the key. Adorable ray of sunshine.
Moving to the closet, I open the door to position the full-length mirror inside so it’s directly across from the chair.
“Oh, now we’re getting somewhere,” she simpers, substantially less sarcastic this time.
Striding back to her, I encircle her neck with my palms, one on each side, and claim her mouth. My cock rapidly hardens at the way she effortlessly succumbs to my ownership.
I brush my words over her lips in a rough timbre. “I have some other tricks up my sleeves too, sweetness.”
When I kiss her again, there’s a sharpness to my movements, my lips punishing and unyielding. She melts into me, submissive and with a neediness that mirrors my own.
Our roaming hands grow more desperate. My cock aches to be inside her.
Breaking the kiss, I guide her in front of the chair. “You’re gonna strip for me, Violet. Unwrap that gorgeous body like the gift it is.”
A naughty glint in her eyes makes my dick twitch. “Is this a way for me to thank you for the collar?”
In truth, my plan with this is to make her as horny as fucking possible without her realizing I’m doing it. She’s a natural exhibitionist, so this will tap into that. The more aroused she is, the easier it should be for her to climax.
I won’t lie, though. It’s a nice treat for me. The two things aren’t mutually exclusive.
Shucking off my shirt, I toss it on the floor, then drift my fingers to my buckle. “Just fucking do it before I spank you with this belt.”
Zero heat in my tone. Jesus. I’m a failed Dom. A simp.
No regrets.
“Let me help you, sir.”
She flashes a saucy wink and drops to her knees in front of me, tugging my jeans off.
Although she’s playing, hearing her call me sir reminds me how much I don’t care for it. Not from her. She might enjoy playing as my sub, but I don’t need an honorific with her. Never have. It’s bizarre. Fairly certain I’ve never met another Dom who doesn’t insist on a specific title.
Then again, what about my relationship with this ethereal goddess has been customary?
Once she’s divested me of my pants and boxers, I help her off the floor. As she rises, she trails her free hand up the outside of my leg, resting on my hip. Her touch sends electricity pulsing through me.
Gently removing her hand, I bring it to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
I dash over to my toy chest, pulling out a few that are cleaned, charged, and ready to go, along with something to give her some extra tingles if we need it. Once I grab a towel, I return and set up my station on the small table beside the chair.
She turns on the speaker and selects a playlist. Soft music fills the air, adding another layer of excitement to the moment.
Taking my seat, I gesture an open palm at her. “Whenever you’re ready.”
She points her chin at the assortment of toys. “Nice collection you have there.”
“Preparation is key to successfully executing any mission.”
Wearing an amused grin, she starts swaying her hips to the song’s slow tempo. While holding my eye contact, she trails her hands over her breasts, barely grazing them before continuing their trek down the front of her body.
Resisting the urge to stroke my cock, I fold my arms behind my head and enjoy the show. Lettie draws out each movement, knowing how much we both like to be teased. When she finally wraps her fingertips around the hem of her shirt, preparing to tug it upward, she halts her movements halfway. She flashes her abs at me, then winks as she lets the shirt fall back to cover her.
Little minx.
The first time she stripped for me, she was shy and nervous. It was one of the things we tried to help her get over her religious trauma. That night, I ordered her to give me a lap dance. Tonight, I only asked her to strip, but she put on the music and is obviously getting into it. She knows the difference between the two orders, having done both for me. I have no complaints about her modification, though.
She finally loses the shirt, exposing her bra-covered chest to me. Her body undulates in time to the music. With her eyes closed, she tilts her head back and turns in a circle, led by the roll of her hips.
Everything in the room fades away except Lettie’s beautiful body as she exposes it to me an inch at a time.
When her arms bend, curving behind her back to unclasp her bra, I stop her. “Ah, ah, ah. Jeans next.”
If I don’t get a glimpse of her dancing in her bra and panties with that fucking collar on, I’ll never recover emotionally.
There’s no backtalk, no grumbling under her breath, nor resistance in her nonverbal. Just relaxed compliance and an eagerness to please that satisfies me greatly.
Finally, she shimmies her jeans to the floor, gradually exposing her long legs to my greedy eyes.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck . You’re stealing my breath, Lettie baby.”
In only her bra, panties, and my collar, she writhes in front of me. When she starts singing along to the next song, I fucking lose it. My fist roughly grabs my erection, pumping from root to tip. The lack of lube adds a sting of pain, which only makes me harder. After three strokes, I force my hand away.
I’ll need to be hard for a long time if this happens the way I envision.
She moves in close, bracing herself on the chair’s arms and hovering her face inches from mine. I can’t focus on the lyrics she’s singing, but she’s a damn siren.
Suddenly, she spins around, putting her ass within biting distance. Gradually, she lowers onto my lap, swirling and grinding herself against me in sensual circles. Without warning, she rises off my lap, leaving me bereft and achy.
My patience for teasing is officially spent.
“Hurry the fuck up, sugar. I need you on my cock now.”
An airy giggle lingers on her lips. Dutifully, she complies, cutting out the teasing and dancing and finally dropping the bra and slipping her panties to the floor.
I must be a self-hating masochist for what comes out my mouth next.
“Turn around.” I spin my index finger in a circle. When she does so without objection, I offer some praise. “Such a good girl. Now, I want you to slowly bend down and touch your toes.”
“You’re killing me.” There’s a strained quality to her words. Either she’s itching to defy me or nervous about exposing herself like this. Whichever it is, I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Without another sound, she drags her palms along the front of her legs, drifting lower as she folds at the waist and presents her lush ass to me.When she gets as far down as she can go, her pussy becomes visible, slick with her arousal.
“Damn, Lettie. You know what I’m thinking right now?”
She shakes her head, adding her verbal reply like the good fucking girl she is. “No.”
“I’m thinking about how badly I want to smack that ass. Watch it jiggle and turn pink. Bite it. Rub it. Squeeze it. Grind against it. Drag the head of my cock up and down that pretty pink slit, letting it soak my skin until it’s dripping like you are. And then I want to plunge my dick so far inside your tight pussy that you scream my name and quiver all around me, tugging every drop of my release out.”
Her breathing is more ragged than mine. “Thinking all of that, huh?”
“And so much more.”
A wicked grin twists my mouth when a faint keen escapes her.
“You like the sound of my plan, don’t you?”
Nodding rapidly, she whimpers her response, arousal coating her tone as much as it is her slippery pussy. “Yes, babe. I like it.”
“Good girl. You may stand back up and face me.” Once she does, I crick my index finger, beckoning her. “Do you want your spanking now or after?”
As expected, she responds with a pout. “Now, please.”
I straighten my spine, grab the pillow behind me, and place it across my thighs. In two short strides, she’s beside me and folding her delicious naked frame over my lap.
We adjust positioning, finding the right spot so she’s comfortable. Never spanked her on this chair before. But it’ll work. This is just a warm-up and not a real punishment. We’re just dipping our toes in the water to see how it feels after nothing but vanilla for a while and all that’s happened to her.
“Lettie, are you comfortable? Ribs okay?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, babe. I’m wonderful.”
My right palm begins slowly caressing her ass, soft at first, then rougher. Enough to get the blood flowing. My left hand runs over her spine.
“Remember the rules, sugar?”
“Yes, my love.”
Fuuuck . That was intentional. She’s buttering me up so I’ll go easy on her.
Little does she know I was going to go easy on her anyhow. Not telling her that so I can greedily lap up any more butter she wants to dish out.
“This isn’t really a punishment. Just for fun. You don’t need to count. Ready?”
“Yes, babe.”
“Good girl.”
My massage of her backside gets more intense as I finish warming her up. When I dig my fingertips into the thick flesh of her left cheek, squeezing and tugging it upward, she mewls. Love that sound almost as much as her singing voice.
I move my left hand to the middle of her back to steady her, spreading my fingers wide. Her already erratic breathing picks up, serrating through her teeth in a subtle hiss. Before I give her the first smack, I run the flat of my palm along the seam of her pussy, getting my hand wet.
Cautiously, I rain down three quick blows on her right cheek. None of them hard enough to cause any pain. Immediately, I return to the same spot, squeezing and rubbing the area.
When we do impact play, we use a color system so I can gauge her head space. “Color, Lettie?”
“Green. Green. Green,” she rumbles from deep in her chest, excited to keep going.
“So pretty on my lap like this. Your sexy ass in the air, begging for my palm.” Four smacks this time, on the left cheek, followed by more vigorous rubbing and pinching. Her hips swirl and pump while I rub some of the sting away.
“Still green?”
“Yes, babe. Please keep going.”
We quickly fall into a pattern, smacks echoing around the room, harried breaths, massaging, and checking in. Her cheeks redden steadily. Rather than breathy pants and slight squeaks, she begins moaning. I alternate the location of my target, keeping most of my swats to the plumpest part of her ass but occasionally drifting lower.
When I get too close to the pink lines from her healing wounds, I pull back. They still sicken me. Always will.
She’s done excellent thus far. I don’t need to push her too much. I only want to remind her what she liked before that nightmare.
“Let’s see how wet you are.”
I snake my fingers toward her opening, working my way through her dripping flesh, finding her clit already swollen. Using two fingers, I swirl around the tight bud, drawing more keens from her. When I dive inside her opening, she cries out. Despite it being only one finger, she’s so fucking desperate. If she doesn’t come on my cock after this, I’ll be so damn shocked.
“You’re soaked for me, sugar bear. Fucking dripping.”
The erotic sound of my finger pumping into her wet flesh reverberates around the room. Fuck . Maybe I should come once before I continue with the plan. It’ll take all my resistance if I don’t get some relief soon, and it still might not be enough to stop me from coming once I’m inside her.
Nah . Fuck it. I’ve always enjoyed edging myself. Let’s see how long I can stand it.
For a few more strokes, I pump my middle finger inside her pussy before returning to her clit. Her legs start to tremble as she resists the urge to buck into my fingers.
“Do you want to fuck yourself on my fingers, Lettie?”
She forces out her reply, “Anything you want to give me, babe.”
“You’re so much more agreeable when your ass is stinging.”
She lets two muffled chuckles loose, and they crescendo into moans as I work her clit faster.
“You may move your hips or do anything you need to make yourself come now, Lettie.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, babe.”
Four thank yous in two point five seconds. Could be a personal best.
Her hips start thrashing, rocking herself into my hand as I quickly bring her to the first climax of the night.
“Yes, that’s it. Come for me. Just like that.”
When she reaches the peak, she squeezes her ass cheeks and slams her thighs the rest of the way together. At this angle, it’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.
After she rides it out, I return to rubbing soothing circles on her ruddy cheeks. Nice and gentle. Soon her breathing evens out, and her body grows limp.
“You can get up as soon as you’re ready, sweetness.”
All she can give me is one word.
Scratch that. One letter.
“K.”
And now the real fun begins.