Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
“Let me get you out of this collar,” he said.
Chelsea looked at him through dazed eyes. Again and again, he shattered her, leaving her changed, so different from the woman she’d been even a month ago.
Remembering herself, she thanked him for the orgasm.
“Your trust in me earned you the privilege.”
She wanted to remain where she was, as close to him as possible.
But his next instruction meant she had to leave his reassuring embrace. “Lean forward.”
In mere moments, he’d freed her wrists.
“Remember, move slow. Rotate your shoulders. Give yourself a few moments to adjust.”
“Thank you.”
When she’d complied, he drew her back against his chest, digging one hand into her short hair and holding her tight until her breathing returned to normal.
The orgasm he’d given her was shattering, but she yearned for a deeper connection with him. Did she have the courage to ask? “Sir?”
“Hmm?”
“You mentioned giving head as part of my training.”
He adjusted her on his lap and tipped back her chin. “I think you’ve endured enough for one evening. We can do that tomorrow.”
“I…”
He frowned as he looked at her. “Tell me what you want, Chelsea.”
“You’ll think I’m ungrateful.”
His lips quirked in a quick smile. “Allow me to be the judge of that.”
The smile had transformed him, subtracting years and seriousness from his face. She caught a glimpse of the man he’d been before the perils of life had battered him. For a moment he’d looked carefree and a lot less stern. “I want sex,” she admitted, then quickly she ran the rest of her words together. “But I do realize you just brought me off, and I should be thankful for that instead of asking for more.”
“On the contrary, open communication is the key to a BDSM relationship. I try to anticipate your needs and meet them, but I’m not a mind reader. And of course, the Dominant is free to accept or deny your request.”
“Makes sense.”
“If I were to agree, I’d expect you to leave the plug in.”
She sighed. Really? “Is that even possible, Sir?”
“The fit will be tight. You’ll either like it or hate it.” In a lower tone, he added, “As for me, I will enjoy the tightness very much.”
Placing her palm on his chest, she pushed back from him. “So it’s not an option to remove the plug first?”
“Those are my terms. Accept them or not.”
She exhaled. The blasted thing was getting uncomfortable, and having his cock inside her would no doubt make it worse.
But if that was his cost, she’d pay it. “I’m willing to try, Sir.”
He nodded. “Please crawl to my bedroom.”
Her mouth fell open. “Do you mean that?”
“I’m not repeating my command, Chelsea.”
Silence stretched and tension ratcheted up.
He was always in control, even when he was giving her what she asked for.
Without saying anything, or encouraging her, cajoling her, he waited, his heart thudding rhythmically beneath her hand.
Fighting back a sudden—familiar—mutinous sensation, she slipped off his lap to lower herself humiliatingly to the floor.
“And since you have a similar reaction to this as you did to the posture collar, you’ll be adding this to your practice time.”
“Sir…” Damn you. Once again, she would prefer to be spanked than to repeat actions that she hated.
But truthfully, was there a better learning experience? Especially if she hated it?
“After you,” he said.
Her hips swayed as she led the way down the hallway, and the plug had to be clearly visible sticking out of her ass. Mortification threatened to consume her.
“Keep your head up,” he told her. “Unless you need assistance from your posture collar?”
Dread knotting in her tummy, she instantly complied.
“So sexy. Any Dominant will be delighted to see you doing this.”
Though he said it with all seriousness, she didn’t feel sexy, and her instinct was to rebel against his orders.
“Get out of your head.”
How did he read her so well when he couldn’t even see her?
Once she reached his bedroom, she stopped.
“Kneel up.” He turned back the comforter and top sheet before ordering her onto the bed. “Lie on your back, across the mattress,” he added. “And put your hands above your head.”
Wondering about his instructions, she complied without question.
She savored the sight of him undressing, and he took little care with his clothes. He tossed his shoes toward the closet, and his socks followed. After unbuttoning his shirt, he hung it from the closet door.
Once more, his honed biceps reminded her of his power.
His gaze was focused on her as he unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather through the loops. For a wild, wicked moment she wondered what it would feel like if he used it on her.
“Curious, are you?”
“How…?”
“Your eyes are wide, but not with fear.” He dropped his trousers, and his magnificent cock was already hard. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man who was so broad, with such well-defined muscles.
She parted her legs and expected him to enter her. Instead, he knelt over her.
“Suck my dick, sub.”
Oh, Lord. He loomed above her and filled her vision with his ball sac and erect cock.
Feelings of helplessness slammed into her.
Because he had leverage, he could have choked her, but he initially only shoved his cockhead inside her mouth.
“Take a little more,” he said.
She started to move her hands so she had some control, but he ensnared her wrists.
Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut as she licked and sucked, trying not to focus on how big he was and how totally he filled her.
“Good girl.” He groaned.
That was all she needed to redouble her efforts to please him. He jerked his hips, going deeper down her throat, exercising his dominion over her.
By the time he pulled out, she was gasping and choking, owned, no longer able to think.
“That will do. For now.”
At first, she’d done okay, but toward the end, physical sensation had swamped her. And the gruffness in his voice told her he’d been as into it as she was.
Master Alexander moved off the bed, and she pressed her hand to her mouth to savor his taste.
As he grabbed a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand and put it on, she became hotter and hotter for him.
Cock jutting, he grabbed hold of her and drew her toward him, making her gasp.
He knelt and wrapped his arms around her thighs to bring her closer to his face. “Only fair,” he said, teasing her clit, then swirled the throbbing bundle of nerves with his tongue.
“Sir!” She arched her back.
“You’re slick for me, Chelsea,” he said approvingly. “Inviting.”
Desperate. “It’s because you’re so sexy, Sir.”
“My rules still apply. No coming without permission.”
“Oh, Sir! I’m not sure I can wait.”
“Soon. But not yet.” He played with the base of the plug, tapping on it and pulling it out a little before releasing it.
He inserted a finger inside her, then a second as he continued to eat her out. She grabbed hold of the sheet, digging in her fingers as she fought to be a good sub.
When she was thrashing her head back and forth, he finally stopped and stood.
“Sir, fuck me.”
“Scoot back.”
He helped her toward the middle of the bed, before moving between her legs to press the tip of his cock to her entrance.
Even that much stretched her, and she clenched his forearms.
As he stroked in and out, the plug filled her insides, making the fit impossibly tight. “This is too much, Sir.”
“Try for me,” he said as he went in deeper.
Never having experienced anything this maddening, she whimpered his name.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Which would give him more power and leverage.
“Do it, girl.” He pulled back slightly so she could lift her hips.
With his support, she was able to do as he asked. Then, when she was helplessly spread, he surged into her, burying his cock all the way.
She screamed against the intrusion.
“Chelsea?”
“I’m…” The room swam. Were there words? “So tight, Sir.”
“Would you like me to stop?”
The fit was impossible, incredible. Looking at him, she admitted her darkest desires. “No. I’d like you to fuck me.”
“Put your hands above your head as I instructed earlier.”
“Sorry, Sir.” When she’d put them where they were supposed to be, he pinned her to the mattress, his grip firm and seductive.
“That’s it.”
“Do me, Sir.”
“My pleasure, girl.”
This moment, with him poised over her, staring into her eyes, was everything she’d wanted.
He slid into her again, and she was overwhelmed by the depths he went to.
“Oh yeah,” he said on a groan. Then he pulled out an inch or two before reentering her.
She was swimming in sensation. “I want more.” When he waited, she added a soft plea.
Face contorted with dark desire, he fucked her, slowly at first, then building the response in her. She thrashed her head as he stroked her insides with his power. “Yes.”
Harder, and harder, he rode her. “You are tight. Such a hot little submissive. Fuck.”
Pure feminine pleasure bloomed, heating her with a feverish intensity. Master Alexander was so restrained, and clearly the sex was affecting him, too.
“You may come.” The words emerged on a guttural groan. “Anytime.”
This. She needed it so badly.
Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to his unholy domination.
He pistoned his hips, making her delirious.
“Sir… Master Alexander…” She didn’t know what she was asking. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t survive much more.
Finally, a climax overtook her, but not in a way it ever had before. This started in her soul and unfurled itself in sustained waves of pleasure.
The orgasm approaching, she squeezed his cock, and he moaned.
“So damn hot,” he growled, lifting his body. “Look at me.”
She did, and he captured gaze, refusing to let it go.
“I want to see you come.” He jerked his hips, creating shallow motions in her.
How did he know so much more about her than she recognized herself.
“Scream for me.” He pressed a thumbpad to her clit, rocketing her to the heights of delirium.
And then, overwhelmed, she did scream.
“Yeah.”
Once the waves receded, he forced a second orgasm from her. Where fantasy ended and reality began, she had no idea.
“Chelsea…”
Her breaths were shallow and ragged. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Come in me, Sir.”
His eyebrows furrowed, he gritted his teeth as he relentlessly pounded her.
He was unbelievably hard inside her, stretching her even farther. “Sir!”
“Fuck!” Shuddering, he froze, and his pulse throbbed as he ejaculated.
Master Alexander possessed her body, and maybe a part of her heart.
Then he collapsed on her, making it impossible for her to draw a full breath. But she didn’t protest. This was a completion she’d sought her entire life.
Overcome, she wrestled her arms from his grip and threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair. She ran her other hand down his back.
Under his tutelage, she was evolving. She had never been the nurturing type, but he brought out an ultrafeminine side of her.
After a few moments, he shifted their positions so that she was on her side, and he was behind her, his arm across her as he held her against his chest.
“Don’t fight me.”
“As if I could, Sir.” Surprising herself, she wasn’t even tempted, which might lead to future heartache that she couldn’t afford.
He placed a hand right above her pelvic bone and inched her backward so that her rear was curved against him. She was aware of the plug still, and his half-hard cock.
She might have drifted off to sleep, because her body was cool when he released her and moved from the bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
When he returned, he pressed a warm cloth between her legs.
“Mmm. I like that, Sir. Thank you.”
“If you’re sore, I can’t fuck you again.”
“So you’re doing this for selfish reasons?”
“Of course.”
“I see.” Chelsea knew better. He didn’t have to fetch a towel at all, and he could have handed it to her.
His courtesy was delicious, and she saw how a Dominant might appreciate being taken care of, also.
“I can take out the plug here, or I can do it in the bathroom.”
Nothing like reality to shatter her inner peace. “I could do it myself.”
“You could,” he said agreeably. “But I’m going to. Decide where you’d like it done, or I’ll make the choice for you.”
This might be the worst thing he’d forced her to face.
“It’s no different from me fucking you with it.”
“I know.” She shook her head. “It just seems more personal than what we did earlier, Sir.”
“Let go of your need to control this.”
She curled into a tighter ball.
“Now the choice is mine.” He scooped her from the bed.
Gasping, she wrapped her arm around her neck so he wouldn’t drop her. “Sir!”
He strode into the en suite bathroom and continued to hold her for far longer than necessary.
Tension grew, and she stopped breathing, wondering if he might kiss her.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he cleared his throat, severing the insanity of the moment.
“Get on all fours, forehead on the floor,” he said, sliding her down his body and holding her waist until she found her balance. “You may use the rug.”
She frantically glanced at one of the shower benches. “How about that?” She pointed. And they could turn the water on.
“I’ll take away the option of the rug if you prevaricate any further.”
“This is miserable.”
“You’ll survive.”
So much for sympathy.
He kicked the rug aside. When would she learn not to test him?
“The floor, now. Or I’ll fuck you with it again before taking it out.”
Waging war with her own hesitation, she followed his command.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks.”
For long minutes, maybe three or four, he left her there, obviously reinforcing his order.
Her knees grew tired, and her muscles ached.
“Ask me to take it out.”
This would have been over a long time ago if she’d behaved. Afraid of him dreaming up something even more diabolical, she quickly asked, “Please, Sir, will you remove the plug from my ass?”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’d be happy to.”
She stiffened her fingers as he pulled out the metal piece.
It landed in the sink with a clatter.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.
Her ass burned for a moment, then the pain faded instantly. Where the plug had felt invasive, she now felt vaguely empty.
“Your tiny hole is nicely stretched. I’m looking forward to the opportunity to fuck you up there. Please stand.”
She did and she met his gaze.
“You’ve done well this evening.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re more than welcome to stay this evening. I’d welcome it.”
After everything she’d experienced, she needed some alone time to process the events and her reactions. “I’m planning to leave, Sir.”
“How about we shower first?” He reached inside to turn on the faucet.
Another first.
Once he’d checked the water temperature, he extended a hand in invitation.
As she stood under the spray, tension drained from her body.
Moments later, after cleaning the plug and washing his hands, he joined her, and she stepped to one side, even though there was more than enough room for both of them.
He pumped a generous amount of soap into his cupped palm. “Enjoy this.” He washed her breasts, her abdomen, her belly, even her legs.
“I thought I was supposed to do this for you, Sir.”
“At times,” he agreed. “But caring for a sub’s needs is part of being a good Dominant, especially after a day like today.”
She could get accustomed to being pampered like this.
“Turn around.”
Her considerate Dom soaped her shoulder blades and her back before moving lower, between her buttocks, making her tense. “Sir, this is really personal.”
“Yes, pet. It is.”
Apparently unconcerned by her protests, he continued, washing, then taking down one of the showerheads to rinse her completely. “You’ll get the hang of submission eventually.”
Will I?
As he continued his ministrations, she was tempted to accept his invitation and stay the night, curled up next to him in bed. But she knew herself too well. If she gave in, she might begin to care for him. He’d reminded her numerous times that he was her trainer, and when she returned to him, she’d vowed to keep their relationship professional.
Boundaries, as he’d noted, were important.
He used the warm spray to clean her pussy, and when he was satisfied, he allowed her to step out while he finished his shower.
As she dried off, she watched him, admiring the hard, masculine angles of his body.
Chelsea was glad she’d gone to the Den, and thrilled he’d agreed to be her two-week Dom. In this moment, she might be the luckiest submissive on the planet.
“Uhm, Sir, I think I’ll go downstairs, if that’s okay?” What was the protocol at the end of an evening like this?
“I’ll be right behind you.”
By the time he’d joined her, she was dressed.
He was wearing loose-fitting athletic pants and a fresh T-shirt. No matter what he chose, he was breathtakingly hot.
“There’s a party a week from Saturday night at the Den,” he said as she picked up her purse. “I understand Evan C will be in attendance.”
Excitement and anticipation thrummed through her at his words. She’d sent the confounded rocker several emails and even an unsolicited proposal for his career PR. She’d received nothing back except an automatic response saying that he appreciated her writing to him and, due to the large volume of correspondence he received, he regretted he was unable to send a personal reply. Which was exactly why he needed to hire her. He didn’t realize how many more sales he could generate if he had a strategic social media plan and a way to capture names of his superfans and bring them into an established, exciting community.
Seeing him at the Den was the opportunity she’d been working toward. She might not be the world’s most fabulous submissive yet, but she had made significant improvements since she’d seen him last.
And she still had some time left with Master Alexander to perfect her skills.
“Would you like to go?” he asked.
Her heart quickened. “Are you offering to take me, Sir?”
“If you’d like a companion. Otherwise, you can go alone. I’m sure Master Damien will add you to the party list. It’s a chance for you to show what you’ve learned. It’s your call. But if you’d like, I’d be honored to accompany you. What do you say?”