Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Her pupils blow out little by little as I continue reading down the list of things she wants to try. We reach free use, and I see she’s left it blank.
“Free use,” I prompt, “do you have questions or concerns here?”
She chews on her bottom lip for a moment, then admits, “I’m not sure I understand what it means.”
Oh, fuck me, the way she lifts her gaze, looking up at me through her thick eyelashes.
I’m a goner. I adjust my heavy cock, smirking when I catch her eyes flicking to watch my hand in my lap.
“Free use is something we’ll visit later on, once we’re more acquainted.
It would mean that I could use you at any time.
In any way.” When her brows furrow, I add, “Any hole,” just to see how she reacts.
Sutton’s lips part and I nearly groan.
“Any time,” she repeats.
“Yes, pet.” I reach for her face and nudge her chin upward with my fingers. “And any hole.”
Her nostrils flare on an intake of breath that makes her shoulders tremble, and her pupils blow out as she holds my gaze, imagining all the dirty things I could do to her if she gave me the permission to act upon my needs and desires.
“Is that something you would like?” I ask.
“Yes, Dominus, I think I would like that very much.”
I close my eyes because there’s no way this is truly happening, then sit back in my chair, struggling against the desire to show her what free use means right here and now.
By the time we’ve reached outdoor play on the list, my cock is in agony, and the woman at my feet is wound so tightly she might unravel at the slightest of touches.
I drop the checklist onto my desk and cross my arms over my chest. “We can assess this list as often as you’d like. You’re in control here. I’m your Dominant, but my goal is to meet your needs, do you understand?”
She nods. “Yes, Dominus.”
Fuck. I lean forward until our faces are just inches apart. “Say that again.”
“Yes, Dominus,” she repeats, the words breathy.
I hum appreciatively. “Do you want to choose safe words or utilize the stoplight system?”
That subtle crease forms between her eyebrows, so I explain, “For people who are new to the lifestyle, I recommend the stoplight system. If for no other reason than the fact that it is easy to remember. Green means go, yellow means slow, and red means stop.”
Sutton nods. “Stoplight system.”
I nod in acknowledgement. “Have you always been able to come without physical stimulation or penetration?”
Sutton’s shoulders rock back from the surprise of the question, but I wanted to catch her off guard, take her out of her head.
She’s been too compliant for the last thirty minutes or so, and it’s obvious she’s lust-drunk from going over all the dirty things I’m going to do to her. Time to get her focused again.
Her swallow is audible in the silence of my room.
“That’s… no, I’ve never been able to do that before.”
“Interesting. But even when not hands-free, you find it easy to climax?”
She rolls her lips together, a flush appearing on her cheeks. “This is, um, intimate.”
I raise an eyebrow, though she can’t see the movement beneath the mask.
When I don’t say anything, she sighs. “No, it’s never been easy to climax. Unless I’m alone.”
Hm. Interesting. I run my tongue over my teeth, remembering something from earlier.
“Do you recall the instructions I gave you when we were in that bathroom together last weekend?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods. “Yes.”
“Sir.”
Sutton frowns, but then quickly understands. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Dominus works as well.” I grip her chin in my hands and pull her up to eye level. She’s almost teetering on her knees now. “Did you disobey your Dominant?”
She sucks in a breath but I tighten my fingers on her jaw.
“Yes, Dominus.”
“Say it.”
“Yes, Dominus,” she says, then her shoulders shake as a full-body tremor tears through her. It’s a little bit of fear and a lot of lustful anticipation. “I disobeyed you.”
“Hm.” I release her and flick my hand upward. “On your feet.”
She stands quickly and I look up at her, smirking when her gaze falls to the rock-hard erection tenting my slacks.
“Did you disobey me on purpose?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Because you wanted a punishment only I could give you?”
She shivers again, pressing her thighs together. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know what they call submissives who deliberately disobey their Dominants in my world?”
She shakes her head, eyes following me as I rise to my full height, towering over her. “N-no, Sir.”
“Brats.” I reach up to the bun in her hair and feel around for the pins holding it in place. Her eyes roll back and I make a mental note to explore this little hair fetish she has at another time. “Are you a brat, Sutton?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
I tilt my head, dropping bobby pins one by one onto the desktop until her hair falls down in waves onto her back, then I reach up with both hands, dragging my fingers over her scalp in slow, rhythmic movements.
She moans and her eyes close as she lets me massage her scalp.
As much as I want to spoil her as long as she’ll allow it, this is the time for my submissive’s first lesson.
Tightening my fists in her hair, I tug her head back until her eyes fly open.
Smirking, I say, “As this is your first punishment, I’m going to give you a choice.” Flicking my gaze past her, I scan the tools at my disposal. “Hand, paddle, or flogger.”
Her answer comes swiftly and without hesitation. “Hand, Sir.”
As much as I would love to mark her with my palm, it’s apparent that she desires that as well. What kind of punishment would a spanking be if she so desperately wants one?
“We’ve eliminated my hand. Paddle or flogger?”
She sucks in a breath, eyes searching mine in a panic.
“Tell me the colors of the stoplight and what they mean.”
“Red means s-stop,” she says, voice strained by the way I have her head tipped back. “Yellow means slow. Green means go.”
“Good girl. What color are we right now?”
Her nostrils flare on a deep breath. “Green, Dominus.”
“Paddle or flogger?” When she doesn’t immediately respond, I tighten my fists in her hair.
“Flogger, Sir!”
“Good girl.” Releasing her, I settle back into the chair and point to the wall. “Go grab the flogger.” Her mouth drops open in shock and I chuckle, motioning toward her. “Speak your mind.”
“You changed the game.”
“I did. Tell me your color.”
Her lips press into a frustrated line, but she grinds out an affirmative “Green,” for me, and I fall for her a little harder. She’s a stubborn little thing.
Sutton walks quickly to the wall, grabs the leather flogger, then returns to me, that defiant jut of her chin reminding me of the woman I know outside of these walls.