Chapter 2 #5
“That’s a good girl. How about we take a breather, and you think about the things we’ve talked about and done today?
I’ll call you tomorrow and you can tell me anything else you want me to know.
Then we’ll set a time for our scene. Logan’s happy for us to use the playroom here.
He’ll monitor. Or we can go to Blunts if you feel more comfortable there. ”
“Here, please,” she whispers. “Blunts might be a little weird. Don’t ask me why. That’s just how it feels.”
“I have no problem with that.”
“Sir, could you—” She bites at her lips.
“Finish that thought, bold girl.”
“Could we do the scene tomorrow? I just—I want that feeling again.”
Poor girl. Is this the source of the sadness in her eyes? Was she really afraid she couldn’t submit anymore?
I reach over and cup her chin my palm, then slide my fingers to press against her throat. Not cutting off her air, just so I can feel the flutter of her pulse.
“Can you wait that long? Do you need it tonight? Be honest with me.”
She swallows hard. “I’d like it tonight, but it feels like I’m asking too much.”
I agree. Not that she’s asking too much, but that a scene tonight would be rushed. Phone sex could give her what she needs and would release a little of the constant, pounding pressure in my nuts when I think about this girl. “How about I call you and we do a scene over the phone?”
“No scene tomorrow?” Her black brows draw together and her pulse pounds against my fingers.
“Definitely a scene tomorrow. I’d say eight, but you know Emily’s going to want to feed us first if we’re doing the scene here.”
The grin finally breaks through her anxiety. “You’re not wrong about that.”
“When do you finish tomorrow?”
“Six. I could be here for six-thirty.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I stroke her throat. “Rules between then and now.”
I watch her eyes. Her inky pupils expand, and her throat vibrates against my fingers as she swallows. She’s aroused by the idea of me topping her until our next scene. “Yes, sir?”
“Do you normally wear a plug?”
“Not unless I’m in scene.”
“Do you have a favorite plug?”
“I do.”
“Tonight, after you finish work, you’ll put your favorite plug in.
Tomorrow, you’ll take it out before you go to work.
When you finish work and before you come over, you’ll put the plug back in.
I’ll decide when it comes out, but understand you’ll be wearing it through dinner.
You can remove it to relube, eliminate, and clean yourself. ”
Her lips tremble and she folds them between her teeth. That’s her nervous tell, but with those pupils of hers blown all to fuck, she’s also aroused. I stroke her throat to enjoy the satin of her skin against my fingers and so she feels my touch in that vulnerable area.
“Any questions?”
“No, sir.”
“I’d like a text when you wake up, just saying good morning, but there will be no consequences if you don’t.
It’s purely to let me know you’re awake and are starting your day in a submissive place.
The plug does carry consequences. Fail to follow the rules of the plug and the consequences are a stroke of a Delrin rod on your ass with no warm-up for each infraction. Any questions?”
Another hard swallow before she shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“Last thing. Before you come to dinner tomorrow, I’d like you to write me out a list of three fantasies. You can make them as cursory or as detailed as you like, because we’re going to talk them through anyway. But I’d like three.”
“Things I’ve done before or that I’ve never done?”
“Totally up to you, sweetheart. Don’t worry about how practical they are, or how big or small. Just three fantasies.”
Her smile peeks through again. “That’s a fun assignment, sir.”
“I hope so.” I like giving assignments before formal scenes, as part of the submissive “earning” the scene, but I’ll see how Brenna does with this one before I take it any further. “Anything you want to ask me before we wrap up?”
She blinks rapidly. That’s another tell, I suspect. She’s thinking hard. Her eyes widen. “I never showed you the designs for your mermaid.”
I chuckle and stroke her jaw with my thumb. “Bring it to dinner tomorrow and we’ll get Logan and Emily’s input. I’m confident you’ll do me proud, Brenna.”
More rapid blinks. “You are?”
“I am.” I’d be happy just with the design Emily showed me, so I’m not worried about liking whatever she comes up with.
“I usually end scenes with a kiss. This wasn’t a scene, but I’d still like to kiss you before you go.
You can say no if you don’t want a kiss today.
It’s not a problem. Also, if I haven’t said it before, your safe words always work. Always. No matter what we’re doing.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Even during punishments?”
“Yes. Always. We’d need to do some very long and hard negotiation before I’d feel comfortable with you giving up your safe words.”
“Okay. Thank you, sir. That makes me feel better.”
“Good. About that kiss?”
“Yes, definitely.”
I stand and draw her up against me so I can enjoy the press of her body while I’m kissing her. I take her mouth the same way I intend to take every other part of her body: a seduction, until she gives me her submission. A tease of lips. A flick of tongue to taste the lingering flavors of her mouth.
Once she opens to me, I demand. Pressing my mouth to hers with enough pressure to bruise those pouty lips.
Sucking her lower lip into my mouth and biting lightly.
Sliding my tongue against the plush of her lips, the sharp edge of her teeth.
She’s soft against me from the moment I take her in my arms, but as I deepen the kiss, her body melts against mine, more and more of her weight resting against my chest and thighs.
I push my knee between hers and she spreads her legs as wide as her skirt allows. Letting me in.
I shift her into my right arm so I can bend her backwards, taking more of her weight, taking the kiss even deeper.
Her fingers knead at my shoulders, but she doesn’t try to wrap her arms around me.
Has she been trained not to clutch at her Dom, or does she trust me enough already not to let her fall?
I take her mouth until she’s shaking against me, panting into my mouth. When I finally lift my head, she blinks smoky, glazed eyes at me for several seconds until she comes back to herself.
“Sir,” she whispers.
I dip my head and take another, briefer taste of her mouth, while she pulls herself back together.
“Good girl,” I say against her lips. “I’ve enjoyed lunch today. And I can’t wait for our scene tomorrow.”
She nods shakily.
“Put your arms around me and relax for a minute, then I’ll let you go.”
I draw her back upright and hold her until she’s steady on her feet. I want her needy, but not so shaky she can’t function. She’s heading into work and I won’t do anything to undermine her business.
I stroke her back until her trembling subsides, enjoying the warmth and soft press of her breasts against me.
My cock throbs between us like a rotten tooth.
Fucking her is the only relief for that ache.
But I can wait. There’s such an underlying sweetness to this girl.
Rushing claiming that sweetness would be a crime.
When she’s steady and her breathing is close to normal, I kiss her forehead and release her.
We make small talk as she collects her bag and I help her into her leather jacket.
She pauses at the front door and looks up at me, eyes gleaming with need, but also with a touch of sass.
Everything I’ve ever disliked about sammies goes right out the window with that look.
Fuck, all I want to do is drag her into the basement now.
I control my impulses, and my dick, and make do with kissing her breathless again before I let her leave.
Then I switch over the soft classical music I’ve had playing through our lunch to Black Sabbath, strip down to a T-shirt and my boxers, and pummel Logan’s punching bag until I’m dripping and drained of the need to chase after Brenna, toss her onto her tattoo station, and find out if she really likes anal as much as Emily claims.
This girl’s going to be the death of me, and we haven’t even done a scene yet.