Chapter 20 Bit
BIT
Iknew what Eberly needed. What I wasn’t sure of was whether she was ready for it. The way our conversation went on the hour-long drive would determine how I’d proceed once we arrived at Poppy Hill Ranch.
Two things would happen regardless of what the rest of the night looked like. Eberly needed to eat, followed by a soak in the tub. That the cottage had a single shower was the reason I’d said I wished we were at the ranch.
Once we reached the highway we’d remain on for thirty miles, I was ready to begin.
“Upon our arrival at the house, you will go inside, remove your clothing, and kneel where I tell you to while I make us dinner. You won’t leave that spot, and there will be no talking.” I glanced over at her. “Did you hear me, little dove?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was breathy, and her eyes drooped, confirming I was on the right track.
“After we finish eating, you’ll go into the bedroom and wait while I prepare the bath.”
“Um, yes, sir.”
“Is there something you want to say?”
“Do I kneel again while I’m waiting?”
“Yes. In fact, if you’re unsure during a scene, you will not be punished for kneeling unless I’ve given you specific instructions otherwise.”
“Yes, sir,” she repeated.
“Unfasten your jeans and remove them and your panties. Fold both and set them on the seat beside you.” I waited a couple of seconds, then cleared my throat.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Are you warm enough?”
“I’m fine, sir.”
“Open your legs, little dove. Are you wet for me?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Touch yourself, then show me.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see her spread her folds and use two fingers to do as I asked. When she tentatively raised her hand, I grabbed her wrist and brought it to my mouth, licking her essence with my tongue. “Put two fingers inside your pussy, but do not move them until I tell you to.”
“Y-y-e-s, sir.”
While she still trembled, now it was with need, want, and desire, rather than overwhelming fear. For the next few hours, I’d keep her from diving too deep into her head by taking away her choices.
“Press the pad of your thumb on your clit.”
Eberly whimpered.
“How do you feel, little dove?”
“I need more, sir.” Her body writhed as she pushed her fingers deeper.
“Give me your hands. Both of them.”
She removed them from between her legs more slowly than I would’ve liked, but that she followed my directions was what mattered for now.
“I told you not to move them until I said you could.”
I could feel her body shudder.
“Tell me, little dove, should there be consequences for disobeying me?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“What should they be?”
“You should punish me, sir.”
“How, Eberly?” By using her name, I wanted to bring her out of her lustful haze enough that she could imagine what I might do.
“You could, um, spank me?”
I pressed her palms down on my thigh and reached between her legs. As I expected, she was drenched. “Is that what you want, little dove?” I glanced over, and her eyes met mine.
“Yes, sir.”
“Say the words.”
Her fingers pressed into my thigh where her hands still rested. “I…oh, God…I want you to spank me.”
“What else? Should I lay you on our bed, spread your arms and legs, then bind your wrists and ankles so you can’t hide yourself from me?” I reached up and pinched her nipple when she closed her eyes and writhed, grinding her wet heat on the blanket. “You haven’t answered me, Eberly.”
She whimpered. “I want that, sir.”
I removed her hands from my leg. “I want to see two of your fingers disappear inside you. Thrust them in and out until I tell you to stop.”
As on edge as she was, I didn’t doubt that it would take much longer than seconds before she made herself come.
“Stop,” I said when I saw her thumb brush her clit. “Eberly?”
“Y-y-e-s, sir?”
“Are you ready to come?”
“I think so.”
I grabbed her wrists and brought her hands to rest on my leg.
“What? I mean, why did you do that?” Her voice shook.
“Who controls your pleasure, little dove?”
“You do, sir.”
“Should you question me?”
Eberly shook her head. “No?”
“Should you obey me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Her eyes widened when she realized I’d pulled up to the gates of the ranch. “Do you remember what I told you to do once we’re inside?” I asked while we waited for them to open.
“Remove my clothes and kneel where you tell me to.”
“That’s correct. Have you heard me say you can put your pants on?” I asked when I saw her reaching for them.
“No, but…”
I didn’t speak again until I pulled up to the house and parked. “Finish what you were going to say.”
Her eyes scrunched.
“Tell me, little dove, before your punishment gets much worse.”
“Do you want me to walk up the steps half naked?”
“If it’s what I want, what should you do?”
“I should obey you, sir.”
I opened the driver’s door and got out. “Put the blanket around you and scoot toward me.” When she did, I lifted her in my arms and carried her up the path and into the house.
I set her on her feet, watching as she dropped the blanket and removed her shirt and bra.
After lighting the fireplace. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa and tossed it on the floor.
As she knelt, I put the blanket around her.
“I’m going to make something to eat. What should you be doing?”
“Um, nothing?”
I folded my arms and raised a brow.
“Waiting here for you, sir.”
“Good girl.”
After turning on the lights in the kitchen, I took several items from the refrigerator and quickly chopped a red pepper, green onions, and mushrooms, then tossed them into the pan I set on the cooktop.
I checked every few seconds to see if Eberly was fidgeting, but each time I did, she remained perfectly still.
I cracked four eggs into a bowl, added a dash of sour cream, then poured the mixture into the pan of vegetables.
Once it was scrambled together, I tossed a handful of shredded cheese on top, then spooned it onto a plate and grabbed a fork before walking over to where Eberly waited.
I sat on the fireplace’s raised hearth and faced her.
When I brought a forkful to her mouth, she opened. I continued feeding her until half of what I’d made was gone, then I finished the rest.
“What is the next thing I told you to do, little dove?”
“Wait in the bedroom, sir.”
I held out my hand to help her stand. “Keep the blanket around you, then drop it on the floor near the end of the bed and wait for me on your knees.”
Eberly went in the direction of the bedroom, and I took the plate to the kitchen, entered the bathroom from the hallway on the opposite side and, once in the outer part of the bathroom, pressed the button to fill the tub.
“You look so beautiful,” I said, seeing her on her knees in the precise place where I’d told her to wait.
“Spread your legs as far as is comfortable, then rest your hands on your thighs, palms up.” I waited until she was in position.
“Whenever I tell you to kneel and wait for me, this is the way I want you to hold your body.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you remember your safe words, little dove?”
“Green, yellow, and red, sir.”
“Good girl. Unless you need to use yellow or red, I want you to remain silent unless I ask you a specific question.”
I smiled when she nodded but didn’t speak. After turning the water off in the tub, I checked the temperature, then returned to where Eberly waited.
“Come, little dove,” I said, holding my hand out a second time to help her stand, then lifted her into my arms.
Like the last time we were here together, I lowered her body into the warm water, but instead of having her sit between my legs, I faced her.
“Technically, we’ve been in a scene since we left the cottage.
Now, though, things will get more intense.
If anything I do or ask you to do makes you uncomfortable, use one of your safe words.
” I smiled again when she didn’t speak. “You’re making me very happy by following my instructions, little dove.
” I took her hands. “Stand for me, then straddle my lap.”
My steel-hard cock rested between her legs, and as much as I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, first, we’d talk.
“Eberly, tell me about your sexual history.”
Her eyes opened wide, and her brow furrowed.
“You may speak freely now.”
“Apart from what I’ve experienced with you, I have none.”
“No stolen kisses, no boyfriends feeling their way up your shirt, pressing their thigh between your legs, allowing you to take your pleasure?
“Kissing, but nothing else.”
“What about when you’re alone? How do you satisfy yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you use your fingers? Sex toys? Do you watch porn?”
Her cheeks were as flushed and her breathing as labored as if she’d run a mile.
“Answer me, little dove.”
Her eyes were downcast, but I sensed it was due to her embarrassment, not submission. “I’ve used my fingers.”
“Nothing else?”
“I’ve, um, read books, sir.”
“Thank you for your honesty. Have any of these books contained elements of BDSM?” I’d know immediately based on her reaction to the acronym alone.
“Yes, sir.”
“And have you brought yourself to an orgasm when reading about it?”
Eberly shook her head.
“Why not?” I asked, assessing her physical responses to our conversation as much as the verbal ones.
“Because you told me that you are responsible for my orgasms. Only you.”