Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Ah, who am I kidding? I’m not really afraid, which is probably something I should be alarmed about.
“Do you feel comfortable stripping out of your jeans?”
I swallow hard as my pulse speeds, then nod, and begin to unbutton them.
He steps behind me, the heat of his big body warming me as he reaches around me and places a hand over mine. “May I?”
I tremble, but drop my hand. “Yes, Dominus.”
With both arms wrapped around my waist, he makes quick work of my button fly, each pop of a freed button making my heart skip a beat.
I haven’t had a random hook-up or one-night stand since Max Cruz and the night we don’t speak of…
getting undressed in front of this complete stranger should feel scary.
Why doesn’t it?
His hands drop to his sides and I wonder if I’m supposed to take over, but then he says, “Don’t move.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from giggling nervously.
At the very least, I should be uncomfortable, right? No one has seen my naked body in—
His lips hit my shoulder and my breath stalls in my throat.
His mask is off.
Oh god, it takes everything in me not to turn around.
I close my eyes as he leaves a soft trail of kisses down my spine, lips lingering on my skin a little bit longer each time.
His hands caress me affectionately while his lips drag across my flesh between each tender kiss.
My skin jumps beneath his ministrations, warming as he travels from one spot to the next.
I’ve never had someone spend so much time covering my skin with kisses.
He nips at the fuller part of my waist, just above my hip, then sucks the skin into his mouth until I’m squirming from the sensation.
He continues his journey across my waist, just above my jeans, and when he reaches the center of the lowest exposed point of my back, he rubs his nose against my flesh, then presses it against me and breathes deeply.
Is this what it’s like for everyone who has a Dominant? Is this… normal?
It feels like he’s worshipping me with every touch.
“Dominus,” I say, the word slipping out on an exhale before I can think better of it.
His hands flex on my hips, then he presses a kiss into the curve of my lower back before I hear the sound of his mask being tugged back into place. Disappointment blooms in my chest, a subtle ache. “Color,” he asks, his voice once again hidden from me.
“Green.” I swallow around the thickness in my throat. “Can I ask…” I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes his hands into the waistband of my jeans, then begins to guide them down over my hips slowly, his palms sliding over my heated skin.
“Speak your mind.”
“Is this what it’s like?” I ask. “For everyone, I mean?”
He pauses, his hands sitting just below the curve of my hips. My jeans start to slide down on their own. “What do you mean?”
I pull in a breath and try to make sense of my thoughts. “Is this what it feels like for every submissive?”
“You’re being rather vague.” His thumbs move back and forth in soothing motions as he keeps his hands locked in place. He’s squatting behind me now, eye level with my bare bottom, and that should have me on edge, but it has the opposite effect.
So I tell him that. “I feel… cherished. Like…” I pause to gather my courage.
“Like you’re about to make love to me.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them.
My eyes widen as my stomach drops. Oh, help me.
I should have thought that through. Embarrassment heats my cheeks.
Make love? Did I just say that? I bite back a groan and consider what I can say or do to change the subject quickly. I could bring up normalcy—
Dominus makes a thoughtful sound in his throat, then he traces the edges of my lace cheekies with a gentle brush of his fingers. “My job is to give you what you need. I’m about to deliver the punishment your body has been asking for, but I’m also here to give you the pleasure and care you deserve.”
I nod, lifting my right leg when he taps that ankle, then stepping out of my jeans one foot at a time.
“Part of being a Dominant is understanding the submissive. My job is to know you, both inside your head and outside of it. Learning your body, what it likes, what it dislikes…” He runs his hands back up my legs, then around the curve of my cheeks.
“That’s one of the key job descriptions.
How will I learn these things if I don’t explore?
” He trails a fingertip across the back of my knee and I shiver.
“See this? An often-overlooked erogenous zone.”
He stands and pats the table, er, horse. “I want to see you spread out over this.” He runs a hand down the length of it. Head here, stomach here.” Tapping the lower planks, he adds, “Knees here.”
I climb up onto the horse and do what he says, stretching out along the length of it with one knee on either side.
“Arms out in front of you.”
I obey, stretching my arms out in front of me.
Dominus moves to the front, placing that long leather rod between my outstretched hands.
He straps one wrist first, then moves to the other until I’ve been cuffed to either end of the long pole.
He works silently, attaching a clip to the center of the bar, then stretching the chain down to fasten to the floor.
With my arms stretched like this, I’m forced to lower my head onto the horse.
“Color?”
I assess my body briefly, then answer, “Green, Sir.”
His feet disappear as he walks to the back of the bench, and I close my eyes, waiting. I think he’s going to spank me, or use the flogger… my body is warm, heated from the slow touching, the anticipation of all the things discussed.
His hand finds my back and I startle, but then he drags it down my spine, settling against my lower back firmly. His touch sends my pulse into overdrive, that pressure pushing me onto the leather seat. “Stop wiggling.”
I still. I hadn’t even realized I was moving, but now that he’s drawn my attention to that fact, I have to focus on not moving my hips in search of friction for that relentless pulse between my legs.
“This is a punishment. You will not come unless I give you permission to do so.”
My mouth drops open.
“Do you understand?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and murmur, “Yes, Dominus.”
“We’ve already chosen the flogger,” that robotic voice says as his hand rubs circles up and down my back, then dips around each curve of my cheek.
My panties must be soaked, but he ignores them.
“But as this is your first experience with punishment, I’ll let you ask for one thing first.” He stretches out over the length of me, pressing his hips between my spread legs to grip my hair and lift my head.
“What would you like from me, right now?”
Oh my god, so many things. I consider what to say, but he rocks his hips forward and all cognitive thought leaves my mind.
Breathing fast, I rock my hips against the bench, but I’m positioned in such a way that I can’t find the friction I need to ease the ache. I try to push back into him, but his hand tightens in my long hair, sending a flash of pain through my scalp.
“You’re taking your time responding, so I’ll help narrow the field by taking away options. I am not going to fill you up with my thick cock.”
I moan as a wave of desire rolls through my body, followed quickly by crushing disappointment.
“I am not going to shove my fingers into your greedy little cunt.”
“Oh god,” I say on another moan. “Please touch me. Please.”
“I am touching you.” He punctuates that statement by flexing his hand on my hip and tugging painfully at my hair.
“Between my legs, Sir, please.”
“That’s better.” The hand gripping my hip moves over my ass, then he drags his fingers over the gusset of my panties.
“We use words here, Sutton, and we speak our mind.” He presses two fingers against my opening, pushing the fabric of my panties inside and making me gasp.
“I’m not a magician, nor a mind reader. You must tell me what you want if we’re going to continue. ”
“I will,” I pant, pushing back against the intrusion, but he moves his fingers away from me and I nearly cry from the absence. My body shakes and I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing hard through my nose.
Releasing the death grip he has on my hair, he uses both hands now to trace the edges of my panties, teasing me with his close proximity to my swollen center, but not indulging me.
Then I remember what he said. I’m in control, and I need to use my words.
“Please, Dominus, touch me.”
Crack!
His hand slams down onto my ass and I rock forward from the blow.
“Ungh,” I cry out, then shudder as a wave of arousal tears through my body.
“You’re such a good little brat.” He drags his fingers over the gusset of my panties again. “Wet and needy.” He hums as he dips his fingers beneath the sheer fabric, teasing at my hole. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, god, yes,” I moan, trying to push back into him so he’ll slide those fingers inside me.
“Color.”
“Green, Dominus, so green.” My hips move of their own accord, rocking against the bench.
Sounds escape my lips, noises I’ve never heard before.
“Hm, maybe I’ll let you come after all.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Will you be good?”
“Yes,” I cry as he dips just the tip of one finger into my entrance.
“Don’t lie to me.” He pulls his finger out. “Will you be good?”
“No.” The word escapes on an exhale. “No,” I say more firmly. “I’m going to disobey you again and again.”
Dominus growls and, for a split second, I think he’s mad, but then he tugs my panties aside and drags his fingers through my wetness, and before I have time to even process how good it feels to be touched by him, he shoves two fingers in, stretching me around the intrusion, and I jerk forward as my orgasm slams into me.