23. Arabella
23
Arabella
I t’s been a few days since we left what I now know as the VIP room at Gravity. We rode home in near silence, aside from a little small talk. Ryker asked me, more than once, if I was okay. I said ‘yes,’ but I still feel confused by it. Between my emotions running wild and the overwhelming sensations he caused, it's a lot to process. I know I should talk to him about it, but I can’t bring myself to do it just yet.
We’ve settled into a bit of a routine, where we do our own things during the day, and I go to work with him at night. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I’ve been laying in bed all morning, naked, unable to get the other night out of my head. I can feel a prickle of arousal creep up on me at the reminder of how he had me positioned in front of him. I have mixed feelings about being blindfolded, only because I desperately wanted to see his face after he ordered me to stick my ass in the air. I was embarrassed and self-conscious, but also so fucking wet.
I never let men see me in such a vulnerable state. I’m not small and I can’t take the judgment. But I didn’t feel that with him. I could feel the desire radiating off him and the low growl in his voice was hard to miss.
I reach over and pull my mini vibe from its new home in the nightstand. It’s red, shaped like lipstick and does the job well when I need something quick.
It buzzes to life with the quick press of a button. Fuck, is it louder than the last time I used it? Pushing that inconvenient worry out of my head, because horniness feels like it trumps everything else right now, I click it onto its highest setting with a consistent buzz. I don’t have the patience for dub-step right now. That’s not true. I never want dub-step settings and am convinced they were created by the devil himself.
Snaking it down my body and under the covers, I drag it lightly over my mound as I spread my pussy lips with my other hand. I suck in a breath the second it makes contact with my clit.
Moving in tiny circles, I can already feel pressure coiling in my core as my orgasm starts to take form. I close my eyes and picture him standing at the foot of the bed, watching me take care of myself, and encouraging me to keep going. To put on a show for him.
I see his icy blue eyes in my mind, pupils wide with arousal. He tells me what a good little slut I am for him. I want to be his slut, his whore, his good girl–his everything. My breath quickens as a tightening in my lower belly takes hold. Oh my god, I need to come so bad.
Knock. Knock.
Fuck. What the ever loving fuckity fuck. Did he hear me? Oh my god.
Turning off the vibrator and pulling the covers closer to my neck, I answer, “Come in.”
Ryker
I had a feeling she was a natural submissive, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of seeing her firsthand… on her knees, submitting to me in the most beautiful way. I know I told her we needed to keep sex out of this, but watching her that night, taking the pain I gave her and then coming from it… I had to hold myself back from crossing the line I fucking drew. I nearly came in my damn pants at the sight.
When we came home that night, aside from some small talk, she didn’t say much. I checked on her a couple more times, and she insisted she was okay, but she was already in her head again. The scene seemed to help, but she may need more than that to have any lasting effect.
I’ve scened with women in the past, but what I experienced with Arabella, was like none of them. I’ve been a Dom for so long, and know what I want in a sub. A large part of the reason I’m still single after all these years is because I’ve never felt that spark. I can find subs at Gravity, but these days it’s not easy to find someone that takes Dominance and submission seriously and I have zero interest in fucking around or finding out.
It’s early afternoon and she’s yet to come out of her room. I decide to knock, because we need to talk. I need to know more about what’s going on in her life. I shouldn't have taken things so far the other night, until we'd had a chance to talk more. I knew she was overwhelmed, and I didn’t want to make it worse after we left, and risk undoing any relief she managed to find. But now, it’s time.
As I approach her door, I hear a faint noise I don’t recognize. Is she on the phone? I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but my curiosity gets the best of me, so I lean in, wondering who she may be talking to.
It doesn’t take long before I realize she’s not on the phone at all. That's clearly a vibrator, and she’s masturbating. Holy hell. I should leave her to it, but I’m filled with an unfamiliar emotion that I can only equate to jealousy. I’m jealous of her fucking vibrator because it gets to touch what I’m sure is a very gorgeous cunt. I’m also filled with anger that she’s denying me the pleasure of watching her come again. I know it’s not fair of me to have these feelings, but I’m no longer thinking with my brain. My painfully hard cock is definitely in charge.
So, I knock. It takes her a second to answer, likely a result of the panic that she’s been busted.
“Come in,” she whimpers in a breathy voice.
Turning the knob, I open the door and step inside. I could play coy right now and pretend I don’t know what she was doing to herself, but my dick doesn’t have the patience for games. I shut the door behind me and lean against it. She’s got the sheet up to her neck, like that’ll protect her. I can see the fucking flush on her cheeks from here.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask with a quirked brow. She’s about to lie to me, and I don’t care to hear it. “I heard your vibrator from the hallway.”
“Um,” she starts, no doubt trying to formulate a response. Then her expression changes from shock to something more defiant. “I’m just engaging in a little self-care, I don’t recall any rules against that.” Her response is clearly a means to test me. The little brat is even fucking smirking at me.
“You’re right, I never laid out a rule stating you can’t make yourself come.” She can test me, but I’m going to give it right back to her. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open at my encouragement.
“Nooooooo. I’m fine. What did you need?” She squeaks.
“Baby, what I need.” I drag out the word need . “Is for you to continue playing with that pretty pussy of yours and make yourself fucking come. I won’t tell you again.”
I move to stand at the foot of her bed, with crossed arms, watching her chest heave under the sheet, at my demand. She doesn’t speak, but I hear her turn the vibrator on again and it seems she left it between her legs when I interrupted her self-care .
I can see her overthinking, yet again, so I decide to show a little mercy and take the lead. Lowering my voice, I command, “I bet your cunt is fucking soaked right now. Put it on your clit and leave it there.”
She gasps at the intensity and I grin, “Does that feel good, sweet girl?”
She nods and responds, “Yes, Sir.”
Good.
“Bend your knees and spread them more.” She’s still covered and it's killing me not to pull the covers off her so I can see how wet and swollen she is.
She obeys and I let out a choked groan.
“Do not come until I allow it or you will be punished. Understand?”
She nods again, and I allow it, because I’m more concerned with what’s happening between her legs, than I am her words. When she starts to shake, I know she’s close.
“Pull it away. Now.”
“What? But– ” she protests.
“Do it.” I command.
She does and I watch her release drift away before I let her put it back. It doesn’t take her long to get there again, but I need more from her. My cock is rock hard in my pants and I’m getting dangerously close to needing a release of my own. Once again, I’m toeing the line of what we agreed upon, but at this moment, I can’t find any fucks to give. I keep trying to tell myself it’s okay because I’m not fucking her, but I’m not sure I believe my own bullshit anymore.
“Oh my god! Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“If you want it, then be a good girl and beg for it.”
“Please, please, Sir. I’ll do anything if you let me come. I’m not sure I can even stop it,” she cries.
I wait a moment longer, before I relent, allowing her the release she so desperately needs.
“Come for me like the good little slut you are,” I growl. Before I can finish my command, she’s coming and it’s an even more beautiful sight than the last time. Her body is shaking, lifting off the bed and humping the air as she rides it out.
As soon as she finishes, she sits up, holding the sheet tight to her chest, and catches sight of my obvious erection. Yeah, you did that, baby. I want to tell her, but it feels like an admission I shouldn’t make.
“What do you say?” I tilt my head, waiting for her response.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice is practically a whisper.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you.” I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face as her cheeks blush pink. “New rule. No playing with your pussy and no coming without my permission.” I'll add this to the growing list of things I shouldn’t be doing, but fuck it.
She stares at me, blinking and clearly speechless, then nods.
“Now get dressed and meet me in the living room. We have some things to discuss.”