33 Lindsey
Lindsey
FOR THE SECOND TIME tonight, I’m crawling. It’s easier than the first time but different. This time, I’m following him like a pet follows its owner. And not only did I ask to use my mouth to make him come as my reward, but I admitted I’d accept a training collar and maybe a leash, too?
Who am I, and where did Lindsey Clark go?
The only thing I can think of right now is that I’ve changed. Or maybe this is who I’ve always wanted to be, and I needed to meet Dane to open my eyes.
For years now, I’ve simply gone through the motions, and in the last year, I’ve been trying to keep my head above water. I’ve been so focused on work, caring for Kas, and dealing with Jeremy’s bullshit that I’ve lost me—or maybe I’ve never been able to find out who I was in the first place.
Jeremy and I got together when we were in our twenties, and during that time, I was focusing on my career and him.
Then after we had Kas, my attention was on raising her and my career, plus always trying to please Jeremy, who was unpleasable.
Not like Dane, my Sir. He makes me feel like the smallest things I do make him happy, and I haven’t even known him for a month.
Sir stops walking, and I’m so focused on my thoughts, I almost run into the backs of his legs.
He turns and takes a seat in his recliner, the one I recognize from our video calls.
My stomach jumps in anticipation of what’s to come.
I’ve been wanting this, to please him in this way—so much so that I chose it over my own reward.
It’s once again an interesting realization, because I would have never offered something like this to Jeremy. He might have liked it, but I would have pretended I had cramps or sickness to avoid giving him a blow job. Not with Dane.
“Get in your kneeling position,” he commands as he takes a pillow from behind his back and places it in front of him on the floor. “But place your hands palms down on my knees.”
I do as he asks, moving so my knees are on the pillow before I sit back on my haunches and spread my legs the way he showed me.
When my ass smarts from the sore skin touching the backs of my legs, I must give myself away somehow, because Sir grins.
I bite the inside of my cheek, not giving him the satisfaction of cringing.
He must realize what I’m doing because his chest gently shakes, but I stay strong.
When I’m settled, his gaze drops down my body, over my clamped nipples to my stomach with my dress still rucked around it, then to my spread legs.
There’s no underwear to hide my pussy from him now—or should I say his cunt.
It’s a vulnerable position, but not any more vulnerable than the other positions he’s had me in already.
He’s also touched me intimately; his finger has been inside me. Trying to close my legs now would be silly. Not that I’d want to, because he’s eyeing me as if he wants to devour me.
He’s done it all night, and while it’s intense, I like it. It makes me feel desired and wanted, a feeling that’s foreign to me. In a lot of ways, it reminds me how Fox looks at Morgan and Nathan, as if they’re his. As if they’re treasured. And I know they both are.
Dane did say he owns you. He also mentioned a training collar, which I said I’d accept. From my research and our brief talk, I know it can be a big deal for some, and when we’re not in a scene, I want to ask him what that means for our future.
I swallow to wet my dry mouth and place my hands on his knees, knowing I have time to think about that later. I want to be in this scene with him now. Completely.
“Comfortable?” his deep voice asks with a lilt of playfulness.
“Yes, Sir.” As comfortable as I can be on my knees with my dress around my waist, nipples pinched and weighted by the clamps, and my ass on fire.
But I really am fine. I’m finding I like the pain, more than I imagined I would.
I see why all the submissive forums I looked at online often talked fondly of being spanked or reprimanded.
How they like the pain their Dom inflicts because it reminds them not only of their Dom but also to be good. To submit.
Sir places his forearms on the arms of his recliner, leaning back with ease. Somehow, his aura remains strong even though he’s relaxed, as if he’s the king and I am his servant at his feet—and a willing one, at that.
“Tell me, Lindsey: How many times have you imagined being in this position?”
“Many, Sir,” I reply.
“And in that imagination of yours, what did you do?”
I clear my throat. I’m not used to talking this much before a blow job.
Jeremy didn’t like talking while we were having sex.
During oral, he’d just sort of lay there, and oftentimes, he’d take so long to come, it felt like a chore.
It left me feeling unattractive and useless, like I was bad at them.
The confidence I was feeling a moment ago evaporates. “Lindsey.”
My name draws my gaze up, and I realize I was looking down during my gross memory. “Yes, Sir?”
“Where did you go just now? Your energy changed.”
My fingers grip his knees. Damn him for being so attentive. “It’s silly. I’m fine.”
“Nothing you think or feel is silly. I want to know what upset you about my question.”
“I’m not used to talking about sex like this. Then I got to thinking about how giving my ex blow jobs felt like a chore, how he made me feel like I was bad at them.”
The muscles of Sir’s throat tense, and his fingers grip the armrests of his chair. “Your ex was an asshole. Trust me when I tell you I’m nothing like him.”
“I know you’re not, Sir,” I respond easily. Dane has never compared to Jeremy in any way, shape, or form. Not in looks, not in demeanor, not in anything.
“I’m going to start over. You’ll do what I say, Lindsey. I’ve told you that you’re mine, and that includes your smart mouth. But now you’re going to prove it to me, understand?”
My pulse speeds up, but his command eases my mind. “I understand, Sir.”
“Good. You need to be told what to do, don’t you?”
I wet my lips. “I do, Sir.”
My fingers tense and release against his knees in anticipation of his next command.
I appreciate that he pivoted, that he saw my struggle and knows I need someone to take my thoughts away, not ask me to narrate what I plan to do to him.
I don’t want to plan or think about anything. I want him to be the one to do that.
“Take my dick out.”
I don’t hesitate. I slide my palms up his thighs, muscular ones that are strong and that flex under my touch. Sir remains attentive, and I know he’s making sure I don’t dissociate.
When my hands get closer to his erection, I feel the heat of his shaft through his jeans, the bulge large and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before under my palm. I have no doubt if and when we do have sex, this man is going to split me in half.
My lips tip up in a smile, and as if he read my mind, he grins back. “Don’t linger, baby. I told you to take my dick out. I meant now, not tomorrow.”
My skin burns from his cocky comment, and I so badly want to sass back, but the sting on my ass and the pinch of my nipples reminds me not to. My fingers find the button of his jeans, and I pop it open.
Sir’s breathing is even, but mine is feathery with anticipation as I find the tab of his zipper and begin to pull down.
The sound of the metal teeth opening shoots a spark straight to my clit, and I decide that this might be my new favorite sound.
When I part the fabric, I want to say I’m surprised he’s not wearing underwear, but I’m not.
My fingers venture beneath the rough fabric of his jeans, the back of my hand scraping against the cool zipper. I’m not looking at him, but I feel his heated gaze on me as I wrap my palm around his hard cock and pull it out, exposing him to me for the first time.
I was correct in my assumption he could split me in half.
He’s large, larger than I’ve had before, and thick.
The shaft is curved, the tip is broad, the skin is flushed red, and the slit is leaking pre-cum I want to lean forward and taste.
I don’t think I’ve ever considered a dick beautiful before, but Dane’s looks like something that would come up in a search for perfect cock.
Just like his perfect nose and face…his perfect everything—goddamn him.
“You like what you see?”
By the way my mouth is watering, my first answer is almost duh. But that would get me in trouble, too, so I answer without the smart attitude. “Yes, Sir.”
He expels a low hum of praise before he barks, “Stroke it.”
My left hand rests on his right thigh while my other starts to pump him. The silken skin shifts up and down, his dick pulsing in my hand because he’s so hard.
Dane’s eyes simmer as he watches me, veins in his neck tense. “That’s it. Now swipe your finger over the crown, use my cum to get your hand wet.”
I jack his cock, doing what he says. He groans when my thumb swipes over his slit, the whitish liquid coating my finger. It’s not enough to lubricate my hand, but he likes it, so I do it again.
“You’ve never deep throated a dick, correct?”
I shake my head while I continue to pump him in a slow rhythm, enjoying how his dick feels in my hand and the way Sir’s looking at me as if I’m the best thing to ever happen to him.
It’s…powerful.
“Correct, Sir.”
“I would like you to try. We’ll take it slow, and if you need me to stop, tap my thigh three times. That will take the place of your safe word since your mouth will be occupied. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nerves swell low in my stomach.
He’s right, as usual; the idea of deep throating does excite me.
When I filled out the questionnaire, I didn’t know what it was, so I looked it up and watched a few videos.
At first, it seemed violent, but the more I read and the more I watched, the more I knew I wanted to try it with Dane. In a way, I guess I manifested it.
The idea makes me smile a little, and Dane catches it. “Something funny?”
My cheeks flush. “It’s silly.”
He leans forward, his dick still in my palm. His hand shoots out, and he tugs on the chain still connected to my nipples. I yelp, the sharp pain both hurting and creating a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs.
“I told you, nothing is silly. Tell me what it is.”
I grip his dick harder at his command, and he hisses.
“I’ll get you back for that when your mouth is stuffed with my cock, but first, tell me.” He tugs on the chain again, and I groan.
“I was just thinking that I manifested this.”
“Did you now?”
“I watched some videos and imagined it.”
“Hmm, did you come thinking about it?”
I flush. “No, Sir. But I did get wet.”
He pulls back slightly and runs his fingers over my lips. “I bet you did.” Dane leans back in his chair and flicks his gaze to my cock in his hand. “Did I tell you to stop stroking?”
My hand slides up his shaft, then back down, my rhythm continuing.
A second later, he leans over to his side table, and I see it has a drawer.
He takes something out of it, a box he holds up to show me.
The label reads “Mitt’s Mouthwatering Mints.
” He opens the brand-new package and pulls out one round, pink tablet.
“I ordered these just for you,” he says as he holds the mint between two fingers. “Do you like the taste of cherries?”
“I do, Sir.”
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
My mouth parts, and he praises me, placing the pink tablet on my tongue.
“Suck on it,” he says.
I close my lips, the cherry flavor of the mint that isn’t minty at all bursting over my taste buds as the tablet dissolves.
“This is low strength, but you’re going to start salivating more than usual. Don’t be embarrassed by it. I want you messy, baby.”
My pussy likes what he says, because not only is my mouth getting wetter but so is down below as well.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I hesitate for a moment because I know when I do, there’s no way I won’t start to drool on myself given the amount of spit starting to collect inside my mouth. But Sir cocks his brow again, and that does the trick. My lips part, and he smiles slyly.
“Come on now, you can go wider than that. Show me the pretty hole I get to fuck.”
His words only add to my arousal. From our discussions, Sir knows I have the desire to be objectified during sex, and like the amazing Dom he is, he’s delivering.
My clit throbs, and I part my lips wider for him, saliva dripping from my open mouth.
It would be embarrassing if I didn’t feel his cock pulse in my hand or see more pre-cum leak from the ruddy tip.
“Keep your mouth open, and get up on your knees.”
The spit continues to drip out of me, and when I sit up taller so I’m more level with him, my saliva hits my chest, sliding down the valley of my breasts.
“Beautiful,” he hums. “Nod if you remember what I said about three taps on my thigh if you need me to stop.”
I nod.
“Good girl. Now put that smart mouth to good use, and suck my cock.”