Chapter Twenty-Six #2
I’d long ago convinced myself I just wasn’t as sexual as other women.
I certainly never needed hook-ups or random one-nighters the way Mo seems to enjoy.
And Brynn is a serial-monogamer; if she’s not in a relationship, she’s on the apps, accepting date invites like they’re going out of style and spending precious time with every Tom, Dick, or Harry until she finds her next The One.
All of that seems so… complicated. Tiring. I’ve never truly understood the need to be with someone when being alone is just so much less of a headache.
Dominus adjusts himself, drawing my attention to the way his erection strains against his jeans.
Oh sweet baby Jesus.
“Did you come here for a punishment tonight?”
My eyes flick back up to his, though in the darkness of this room, I’m left staring into dark, endless depths.
Did I come here for a punishment? My body sure seems to think so.
I can barely hear past the rush of blood in my ears.
My pulse races a mile a minute. My core tenses and flexes every time Dominus speaks, and when I press my thighs together to find some sort of relief, they’re slick with arousal.
“Answer me, brat. I don’t like waiting.”
Pushing my shoulders back, I hold my head high as I answer honestly. “Maybe, Sir.”
“Maybe what?” He reaches up to rub a hand over his chin, then seemingly remembers he’s in a mask and drops his hand back to the arm of the chair. “Tell me why you came here tonight.”
Wringing my hands in front of me, I consider the answer to that question. I can’t possibly tell him I missed him, can I? I mean, that would be ridiculous. I can’t miss someone I don’t even know!
“While you work on that answer, take off your skirt.”
I suck in a breath, swiveling to look out the window—
“Did I tell you to turn around?”
I whip my head back around. “No, Sir.”
“No, I did not. That’s one spanking.”
My inhale is shaky, but I give a curt nod and reach behind me to unzip the denim pencil skirt. Heart in my throat, I push the fabric down over my hips, slowly exposing myself to this masked man.
He leans back in the seat, looking like a lazy king on his throne, and I have the absurd desire to crawl into his lap.
“Whatever you’re thinking right now, I want you to act on it. Don’t question yourself in my presence, understand?”
I swallow hard, then step out of my skirt.
His eyes fall to my waist, then dip lower. “I asked you a question.”
My skin heats from the weight of his stare. I can’t remember what the question was. “Sir?” I ask, my voice at once cracking and breathless.
“Yes, brat?”
“I don’t remember the question.”
He chuckles. “Come here.”
My heart stutters in my chest, but I obey. Stepping between his legs, I ask, “Like this, Sir?”
“Just like this,” he answers, his voice deeper now, thicker even through the robotic modulator. “May I touch you?”
I shiver, pressing my thighs together in response to the way his words send a rush of heat to my core. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Then open your legs.”
I suck in a breath and do as he says, spreading my feet apart until they hit his shoes on either side.
“Fuck,” he says, leaning forward. If his face wasn’t covered by a leather mask, I’d think he was about to taste me. “You’re certainly a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
I close my eyes, swaying as I wait for his touch.
“That’s two. I asked you a question.”
I open my eyes and look down at him. “Sir?”
Shaking his head, he pats his thigh. “We’ll work on your listening skills at another time. The show’s about to start. Straddle my leg.”
I swallow hard, eyes going wide as I look at his leg, then back up to him. My pulse skyrockets as embarrassment heats my cheeks. His jeans are a washed blue denim; there’s no way I can do this without leaving a mark.
“Speak your mind. Tell me why you’re hesitating.”
Oh my god. Shame twists uncomfortably in my stomach, tightens my chest. I can’t possibly say this out loud—
“Color.”
I open my mouth and “Yellow” comes out.
Dominus stands quickly, cupping my cheek in his big hand. “Why?”
I close my eyes and he waits patiently for me to respond, his thumb trailing over my bottom lip. Finally, I say, “I don’t want to leave a mark, Sir,” and it’s a miracle I don’t immediately die of embarrassment. “Oh my god.”
“Look at me.”
I shake my head.
“Right now.”
Opening my eyes slowly, I peek up at him.
“Please sit on my leg. Mark me. Make me yours.”
I gasp and he presses his thumb into my mouth.
“Suck.”
I close my lips around his thumb and do as I’m told, sucking his thumb and tasting the saltiness of his skin.
“If you’re going to be my submissive, Sutton, you’re going to have to do two very important things for me. Hum if you understand.”
I do.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” He clears his throat. “First, you have to be honest with me. Any time you hesitate, I need to know why. Otherwise, I can’t take care of you, and if I can’t take care of you, that means this isn’t a safe environment for either of us. Hum if you understand.”
I hum again.
“I also need you to trust that when I ask you to do something, it’s for your benefit first and foremost, but also because it pleases me.
In the right relationship, we will both find pleasure in what we do together.
” His other hand slides down over my ass, tugging me forward until I’m pressed against his hard length.
I moan around his finger.
“You have me hard as a rock right now, all because you obeyed me so beautifully and allowed me to look at that sweet cunt. And now, all I want is to see that sweet cunt spread open over my leg.” He pulls his thumb out with a pop and asks, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond in a voice I barely recognize, raspy and thick with desire.
“Color?”
I suck in a breath. “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now do as you’re told and straddle my leg. You’re going to make us miss the show.” He sits back down and, without further pause, I lower myself onto his leg.
As soon as the roughness of his jeans meets my heated, throbbing core, I shudder.
“That’s a good girl. But as much as I enjoy looking at you, I should have been clearer in my instructions. Face the window, darlin’, or you’ll miss the best part.”
I lick my lips, considering telling him how wrong he is, that he might be the best part.
Even with his face hidden from view, the way his body moves is beautiful.
Each sensual flex of his biceps, each time his throat works on a swallow.
I reach out to drag my fingertips over his abs before I realize I’m probably earning myself another spanking, then freeze—
Actually, to hell with it.
I continue exploring him, feeling emboldened by the way I’m half-naked in front of this near-stranger and straddling his leg, no doubt soaking through his jeans by now.
“That’s three for disobedience,” he says, but his voice is a low murmur, and the way his skin jumps beneath my fingertips tells me he’s not all that upset.
Daring to act on my impulses, I lean forward and drag my tongue across the length of his collar bones, but that forward rocking motion has my clit rubbing against his thick, firm thigh.
His hands clamp down on my hips as I rock forward again, looking for friction and moaning as my body finds the rhythm it needs to seek release.
“Fuck,” Dominus growls, “you’re being such a bad girl for me.”
I moan as I press an open-mouthed kiss on his throat, just below the bottom edge of his mask, then I drag my teeth down until I can kiss along his collar bone again, both hands still exploring his chest, his abs.
I bite into his shoulder and he growls, moving quickly to wrap his arms around me and lift me up.
“That’s four, you disobedient little brat.
” He moves to the side of the chair, then drapes me over the plush armrest so my feet are in the air and my head is pressed into the cushion, still warm from his body heat.
I’m panting, hips wiggling as I try to scramble away from him, but he grabs my hips and holds me still.
“Four spankings. This time, I’m going to use my hand. Next time, it might be the paddle. And I still owe you a few rounds with the flogger, so keep that in mind when you next decide to act up.”
I grab the arm rest on the other side of the chair and try to pull away.
“Color, now.”
I pause, panting, assessing myself. I’m full of adrenaline and fear, afraid of what he’ll do to me, but…
“Listen to your body. This is new and I need you to be sure.”
“Green, Sir.” The words haven’t even fully left my lips before I’m reaching again for the armrest and pulling myself out of his grip. The room is small, and I’m naked from the waist down, but I can still try to get away—
Smack!
I moan as pain radiates outward from my right ass cheek. “Ohmygod,” I whine into the velvet fabric of the chair.
“Color!” Dominus barks as he runs his rough, warm palm over the place he just spanked.
I shiver and answer, “Green!”
Smack!
Another hit delivered, this one on the other cheek. I cry out again, but my body jerks with a spasm of arousal.
“Color, pet.” He runs both hands over my cheeks, sore and raw now from his multiple hits, but when he dips his fingers between my legs, teasing the swollen outer edges of my pussy, another shudder of need rips through me.
“Oh fuck, Dominus, green green green.”
“Such an enthusiastic little brat.” Smack!
Another spanking, back on the right cheek again, followed by another devastating tremor of need ricocheting through my body. “Please, Sir,” I beg, though I’m not entirely sure what it is I’m asking for.
Dominus ignores me, running his hands around both cheeks with loving, tender massage.
My body trembles from the adrenaline and the desire. My skin is pebbled in gooseflesh.
My heart beats a million beats per second like it might explode from my chest at any moment.
Instead of delivering the fourth spanking, the hit that would inevitably catapult me right over the edge, Dominus pulls my limbless body off the armrest, then settles back into the seat and positions me over his lap, positioning me like a rag doll here for his entertainment.
I’m straddling him once again, though this time I’m facing whatever is happening beyond the glass window, and my legs are spread open widely over both of his thick thighs, rather than just the one leg.
I rest my hands on his knees and let my arms hold up the weight of me, even though it’s difficult. My bottom has begun to hurt from the three spankings I received, and my core is swollen with need to the point of being an incessant ache.
I try to focus on the scene unfolding beyond this little room, but I can’t, not with the way my body begs for release.
I rock my hips forward and Dominus grunts, stilling me with his hands on my hips.
“No.”
“Please,” I murmur, the word cracking, and as if the begging wasn’t humiliating enough, a tear spills down my cheek. “I need to come.”