Chapter 42 Raegan
Raegan
I’ve never felt the desire to dominate Hayes Adler until this very second.
Watching him crawl, on his hands and knees, because I ordered it, is making my head spin and my clit throb in the best possible way.
It’s a sight I’ve surprisingly never imagined and seeing as I much prefer to submit to the man, I highly doubt I’ll ask for it again.
But tonight… I’m going to enjoy putting him in his place and showing how mine he’s always fucking been by making him pay for every year I had to live without him.
“What do you want me to do?” Demetria questions from behind me.
I turn to face her. “Come here, Darling Girl.”
She obeys and I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her softly.
When I finally pull my lips from hers, I tell her, “All you have to do… is what I say. I plan on giving him everything I’ve got and you’ve been on the receiving end of that, but you’ve not seen me top someone you love and care for.
If it’s too much, use your safeword and you can go–without consequence. Understand?”
“Oh, I understand, Ma’am. This will be interesting.”
“Good girl.”
A throat clears from behind me and I glance over my shoulder to see my ex-husband still on the floor, waiting–not so patiently–for my next command.
He’s shifting side to side, his head remaining still while his eyes dart around the room, like he’s unsure where he’s supposed to be looking.
There’s a slight tremble in his muscles.
It’s barely discernable, but he can’t hide it from me.
Stepping up to him, I move the toe of my boot to place it under his chin. He still won’t look at me. That won’t do. “Look at me, Pup.”
He hesitates, then sighs as he tilts his head to look up at me from the plush carpeted floor.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like the pet name I gave you?” I tease. “Don’t you think it was gracious of me to offer it?”
His head drops.
“No. Eyes on me.” I need him to look me in the eyes and really see me.
His gaze returns to mine, but his eyes are full of uncertainty.
He may not love this, but we both need it.
“I know you’re uncomfortable and this is new for you, but you agreed to this when you dropped to your hands and knees.
Do as I say and I promise you’ll be rewarded.
Then we can be free of our past–at least free enough to kickstart the healing process.
I need this and I think you do as well. Just like I told Demetria.
If it’s too much, use your safeword. I’ll honor it. Are we good?”
He releases a long, slow huff of air. “Yeah. Okay.”
“The correct response is, “Yes, Mistress.”
A barely audible squeak erupts from behind me. I’ll store that in my memory for the next time I’m alone with her. I’ll have fun making her pay for it, but right now, my focus is on him.
“Well? I don’t have all afternoon.” I actually do, but that’s not the fucking point.
“Yes, Mistress,” Hayes grumbles reluctantly. I should make him say it with confidence, but I’ll allow it this time. This is his first–and possibly only–time, after all.
“Good boy!” I praise sweetly. “Now show me how sorry you are for leaving me and kiss my boot… once for each year we were apart.”
He groans under his breath, but doesn’t hesitate this time to do as he’s told.
His elbows flex, pulling on the fabric still covering his skin as he bends down and places his lips delicately against the toe of the patent leather.
The kiss is purposeful and surprisingly, he adds enough pressure that I’m able to feel it more than I thought I would.
He repeats the action five… ten… fifteen…
twenty times before resuming his position and waiting for further instruction.
“Demetria, be a good girl and remove the top sheet and comforter from the bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Positioning the end of the crop under his chin, I tip his head up. “Is she good like this when she submits to you, Pup?”
He clears his throat. “For the most part,” he answers and I raise a brow, waiting for the rest of his response, “...Mistress.” There we go.
“Mmmm. I’m curious if her good behaviour is for my benefit or yours.
” I already know she’s being extra good because she’s nervous and that’s okay.
I like her a little nervous. It enhances…
things. “Nevermind. It doesn’t really matter.
I want you to stand, strip and get on the bed.
I’ll even let you choose whether you lay face down or up. Isn’t that so nice of me?”
“I think I’ll choose face up, Mistress,” he says with a hint of mirth in his tone as he stands and follows my command.
“What’s wrong?” I chuckle. “Afraid of what I’d do to your ass if you chose the other option?
” I know. I’m being an asshole. It’s more fun than I thought it would be to play with him like this and it almost makes me want to change my mind and do it again some day.
I guess we’ll see how we all feel once we’re done.
He glances over his shoulder but doesn’t answer as he kneels and positions himself on the bed. His cock is already at half mast between his legs. I’m going to have to fight back the saliva that’s currently forming in my mouth to get ready for him. Chill the fuck out, Raegan. This is not the time.
“Demetria, you too. I’d like you both naked for this.”
She makes fast work of removing every piece of clothing she has and tossing everything in the corner, on top of Hayes’ pile. Fuck. Her pert breasts are so damn perfect with her hard nipples on full display. I bet her pretty pussy is soaked right now, too. Jesus. I’m derailing myself.
I move to the nightstand so I can grab the red rope I stashed behind it while I was getting ready. Tossing some to Demetria, I order, “Tie his wrist to the corner of the headboard and his foot to the bottom corner.”
She takes the rope quickly and does everything I ask of her. Such a good fucking girl.
“Wait, there’s a way you’re suppo–” Hayes starts.
I slap a hand over his mouth and tsk, “I know you weren’t about to mansplain how to tie someone up, were you?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Were you?” I repeat, a little louder and sharper.
“Uh-uh,” he mumbles under my hand as he vigorously shakes his head.
“That’s what I thought.” I release his mouth and proceed to mirror the ties on his other side.
I reach in the drawer of the nightstand and pull out some duct tape.
Tearing off a piece, I place it over his mouth, patting it when I finish.
“You look so hot like this, all tied up and at my mercy. Tap the headboard three times in lieu of your safeword.”
I intentionally didn’t specify how Demetria should tie his wrists.
I need him to see–as best he can–that while safety is important, he didn’t do anything wrong that night.
At the very least, he wasn’t the only responsible party.
Shit happens and you learn from your mistakes.
We didn’t even know what a safeword was back then, let alone that we would need a signal if we couldn’t stop the scene verbally.
We didn’t know. I blame him for leaving me and I’ll hold him responsible for that, but I’ve never blamed what happened that night on him. We were both young–and dumb.
Landing the crop gently at the top of his chest, I slide it slowly down his muscled torso with a feather light touch, causing him to shiver at the sensation.
His eyes are wide as he anticipates what’s to come.
Good. I like him wondering. I stop the crop just above his hardening cock and flip it back to land a small slap right at the bottom of his delicious looking pleasure trail.
He jumps at the sudden sting and I can’t help but smirk at the confused expression painted on his perfect face.
“Demetria…”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she replies sweetly.
“Come.”
“She skitters quickly over to me, placing her hands behind her back with her legs slightly spread.” She remembers. Well fucking done.
My fingers find her cunt quickly, parting her soft lips and exploring for a moment before using her rather excessive arousal to circle her clit a few times. Her body jerks as I tap the tight bundle of nerves twice.
She sighs when I remove my hand. “Sit on his face. Right on top of the tape.” Her eyebrows fly up as she regards me.
“Oh, I’m serious. Get up there… I want him to be able to smell how aroused you are but not be able to taste you.
” The fingers I had in her pussy find my mouth and I suck her juices from them with an exaggerated moan.
“Fuck, you taste so goddamn delicious, Darling Girl.”
Demetria crawls onto the bed, sliding a bare leg over Hayes’ chest until she’s straddling him. I don’t miss the throaty groan that escapes him or the roll of his eyes… or the twitch of his now fully erect cock.
“Use his face to get that pretty pussy off and don’t be afraid to tell him how good he’s doing,” I suggest as she slides up his chest to settle against his bound mouth.
“Do you smell that, my love?” I land another slap of the crop against his inner thigh.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot you can’t answer with your mouth covered up like that.
” Slap. “I bet she’s making a mess of that tape and your face right now.
She was already so fucking wet, she nearly came on my fingers within seconds. ”
He moans again. Louder this time.
“Demetria, if you don’t grind my wet cunt all over his face, your ass is next,” I threaten.
I slap his other thigh as she nods quickly and begins to do exactly what I asked.
If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen to date, I’m not sure what would be.
Her cheeks are flush as her hips glide back and forth between his chin and his nose.
Her breaths increase speed as she gains more friction from his face on her clit.
Seeing him like this… tied up and at my mercy with her on top of him, taking her pleasure.
It’s too much. My own cunt is throbbing with need just watching them.
My skin is hot and every nerve ending is on fire while I watch them.
His hips thrust in the air to meet nothing.
Time seems slower than usual as I take them both in.
My man and my woman. Old love and new, now combined into something so special.
The only thing left for me to do… is join them.