Be My Everything (5 page)

He rolled off her and quickly untied her hands, rubbing
where she’d been restrained. Her shoulders were burning from the position she
had been in, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. He slipped the
blindfold from her eyes, causing her to blink a few times before she noticed
the room was completely dark. She looked around and tried to focus, but she
couldn’t see anything.

“The sun has set,” he informed her. “And the shades are
drawn, so there isn’t any natural light in here.” He ran the back of his
fingers down her cheek. Strangely, his touch relaxed her and helped her adjust
to her surroundings.

Katherine stretched her muscles and shifted herself into a
more comfortable position.

“Are you okay?” he asked just as he had done during their
encounter.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“I want to explore this further,” he told her as he ran his
fingers down her arm. “Are you still interested?”

“Yes, I am,” she said with a newly found confidence.

After experiencing what they had just shared, there was no
way she could stay away.

First official weekend…

Luke had serious reservations about this whole arrangement
and while he battled with himself over his decision, training Katherine was the
right thing to do. She’d walk away from this a submissive, or she’d never want
to do it again, either way, he felt he should be the one to guide her. What
were a few weeks or even months? When this was over, he’d go back to a more
experienced participant.

He sat in the dining room and waited for her to enter the
house. On Thursday evenings, he would text a set of instructions for what he
expected from her on Friday. It could be as simple as where to pick up dinner,
what to wear, or what he wanted her to do once she arrived.

Since this was their first full weekend together, he’d asked
her to meet him in the dining room. Luke glanced at his watch and smiled when
he saw she had about thirty seconds to spare when she appeared, seemingly
flustered, in the doorway. She was wearing a tight gray sweater, short denim
skirt that barely covered anything, and black boots that stopped just below the
knee.

“I-I couldn’t remember where the dining room was,” she
explained. “The house is really big.”

He shook his head, because he didn’t want any excuses. She
stood in the doorway with her head lowered, waiting for his next direction.

“From now on, you’ll remove your shoes and jacket and place
them in the foyer closet before entering any other parts of the house.”

She nodded.

“This is
not
a room where you may speak freely,” he
continued. “Of course, you can always safe word if you don’t like where I’m
taking things, but as long as you enter my home on time on Friday evenings, you
belong to me until Sunday afternoon.”

She continued to stare at the floor.

“Come to me,” he said. “Kneel at my feet.”

She slowly walked toward him and did as he told her to do.

“When we’re in this room, you will sit by my feet,” he said.
“Unless I tell you otherwise.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, but he could see how
stiff her body was. She was clearly nervous and unsure.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Umm, n-no, Sir,” she stuttered. “Well, maybe just a
little.”

“I appreciate your honesty. Fear isn’t a bad thing,
Katherine. It motivates us,” he said as he continued to stroke her hair. “It’s
natural to be afraid of the unknown, but you don’t have to fear me. I’m here to
take care of you, to guide you and protect you, but most importantly, I want to
bring you pleasure.”

With his free hand, he picked up the paper that was on the
table. “This is your checklist. I want to go over it again to make sure you’re
certain on all the points you’re willing to try, and in some cases, not try.”

Luke perused the list, but he already had it committed to
memory. It was very straightforward, and she really didn’t have many hard
limits. Most of them were mutual; things he would never try with her, like
breath play, public humiliation, golden showers, or anything that would risk
her physical safety. There was one that he was hoping they could negotiate in
the future.

“You’ve listed several soft limits,” he reminded her. “These
are limits that you’d be willing to try as we go forward, but have the right to
change your mind. I’ll only push you as far as I think you’re emotionally
capable. Some of these negotiations won’t occur until you’re much further into
this journey. Many of your hard limits are understandable and I agree
completely, but there is one that I’m curious about.”

She looked up at him with panic in her eyes.

“Don’t worry. I respect this list and your limits,” he said
as he caressed her cheek. “I won’t force you to do anything, but what is it
that you have against anal sex?”

“I don’t have anything against it,” she whispered, and he
could see she was embarrassed. “I just didn’t think a man and a woman did that,
so I put it as a hard limit.”

He had to suppress a smirk.

“You’re such a sweet girl,” he said. “Your innocence is
refreshing, but a man and a woman can certainly have anal sex, and when it’s
done right, it’ll bring you nothing but pleasure, and in my opinion, it’s
rather erotic. Will you do something for me?”

She nodded.

“I want you to research it. Take your time and think about
it, and maybe sometime in the future, we’ll revisit it. Is that something you’d
be willing to do?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “I’ll do that for you.”

“Thank you. Your trust means everything to me. Have you
given any thought to a safe word?”

They had talked about using words like green, yellow and red
in the beginning, so that Luke would be able to learn her limitations and how
quickly she’d like to take things in the playroom, but he wanted her to have
one word she could use if the scene ever became too intense and she needed to
stop immediately.

“Yes, Sir, I’ve come up with a word that I’d like to use.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Runway.” She chewed on her bottom lip and waited for him to
respond.

“Like what a model walks on?”

“Yes, Sir, you said I could pick any word I wanted.”

“Very well,” he said. “That shall be your new safe word.
When I ask where we are in a scene, I’d like you to respond with
green
if you want to continue,
yellow
if you want me to slow down and
red
if you don’t want to continue. You’ll use
runway
when you need to tell
me to stop immediately. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

He put the checklist back on the table, feeling satisfied
that she was sure, and reached for the small box he’d placed there before she’d
arrived.

“Look at me,” he said as he guided her chin up. “I have
something for you.” He opened the box and pulled out the delicate sterling
silver anklet he’d purchased after their time last weekend. He’d never collared
a sub this quickly, but the thought of her being touched by anyone else
infuriated him. He wasn’t sure why, but he kept telling himself it was because
she was so new and untouched. That couldn’t be tainted.

“This is a form of a collar,” he said. “It’s a symbol of
what this relationship represents, and if you accept it, you are to wear it
when you are in my presence. I’d prefer if you wore it all the time as a
reminder of what you are to me. I chose a subtle collar for that purpose, but I
also noticed you don’t wear any other jewelry, so I didn’t want anything that
would feel intrusive to you.”

He held out the anklet and showed her the heart-shaped padlock
that dangled from the chain. She looked into his eyes.

“You may speak.”

“It’s very pretty,” she said. “I’d be honored to wear it.”

A huge sense of relief come over him at her acceptance. He
hadn’t been sure if she’d be willing to commit so quickly, and it had caused
him some stress over the past few days.

“Do you know what it represents?”

“I belong to you,” she quietly answered.

“That’s correct, and essentially, I to you.”

She stared at him as she pondered his words. She was so easy
to read, because her face gave away everything she was thinking.

“Maybe not in the same way, but once I place this collar on
you, we’re monogamous. I’m an extremely jealous man, and I don’t like anyone to
touch what’s mine.” He abruptly stood up and extended his hand. She took it and
allowed him to help her up. “Are you ready for such a commitment?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered in no uncertain terms.

He nodded as he grabbed her by the waist and placed her on
the table.

She gasped at his speed, but now he was anxious to get this
done. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he was always afraid she’d
change her mind.

He reached for her boot and slowly slid it off her leg.
“These are very sexy and maybe later, I’ll fuck you with them on.”

A smile graced her lips, and he wondered if she was thinking
about the first time they had sex. He personally couldn’t stop thinking about
it all week.

He reached for the other boot and pulled that one off too
before spreading her knees and positioning himself in between them. He figured
he’d make the collaring as ceremoniously as he could. He ran his hands up her
inner thighs and over the thin lace of her panties.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered, leaning in and
brushing his lips against her neck just below her ear. He trailed up to her ear
and swirled his tongue inside it while he let his fingers slip inside her
panties.

“Hmm,” she breathed out, throwing her head back and gripping
his shoulders.

“From now on,” he mumbled against her ear, “leave these in
the foyer too.” He tugged on her panties, pulling them down her legs and
tossing them on the floor.

Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Her body responded to him so easily, and he knew he could
mold her into anything he wanted her to be. She reached for the buttons of his
shirt, but he grabbed her hands and pushed them away, shaking his head. She
looked up at him, and he could see the hurt in her eyes.

“There will be times when you’ll be able to touch me freely,
but this is not one of them.” He’d have to see to it that she learned which one
of them was in charge.

She nodded.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her
back onto the table, sitting down in the chair and settling himself between her
thighs. He pushed her legs up so that her knees were bent and her heels were on
the edge of the table. She was always so tense, but he was learning that after
a few minutes of him touching her, she relaxed.

Luke could smell her arousal as he moved his lips up her
thigh, stopping at her entrance. She shifted, bringing her body closer to his
face. He inserted the tip of his tongue just at the opening and gave her folds
a long, slow lick.

“Oh…” she moaned as her legs quivered against his shoulders.

He continued to leisurely lick her as he inserted his
fingers, working her in rhythm with his tongue. His dick was so hard he had to
shift in his seat to try and find some relief, but he wanted this to be about
her. He wanted to show her that he was capable of bringing her pleasure without
expecting anything in return.

“I...oh…” She clinched her thighs together, and he could
tell from the way she was squirming and moaning that she was going to come, so
he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit down, causing her to explode
around his tongue.

She tasted incredible. He lapped up her juices for a few
seconds before kissing his way down her leg, lingering at her ankle placing his
collar on her. She sat up on her elbows and watched as he sealed their
agreement. For the first time, she was smiling for him.

“You belong to me and only me,” he said as he stared into
her eyes. “You’ll now refer to me as your Master.”

“Thank you, Master,” she shyly responded. “I won’t take it
off.”

“Very good,” he said. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, Master,” she answered. “But I’d be more than happy to
pleasure you the way you just did me.”

“I appreciate that.” He helped her off the table and pulled
her skirt back into place. “There’s dinner in the kitchen, so please help
yourself. When you’re finished, you may shower and then you can stay in your
bedroom or watch TV in the family room.”

“Master? Are we not going to be together tonight?”

“This is not a room where you may ask me questions, but I’ll
make an exception tonight. If I require your services, I’ll come find you,” he
said, but he could see the disappointment in her eyes. He took her face in his
hands. “Katherine, we have all weekend, so it’s probably wise to pace
ourselves.”

“Yes, Master.” She lowered her head and then bent down to
pick up her boots. And now that she’d said she would reconsider anal sex as a
hard limit, all he could think about was shoving his cock inside her tight
hole.

Patience
, he thought. Wasn’t it some sort of virtue?

He watched as she exited the room and walked toward the
kitchen. The pacing speech was more for him than it was her, because if he had
his way, they’d never leave the bed this weekend. No woman, sub or otherwise,
had ever affected him this way before and he’d be damned if she’d make him lose
one ounce of his famous control.

* * * *

As far as first weekends went, this one had been pretty
successful. Luke hadn’t required her services much, because he wanted to ease
her into his world. He found he had a hard time keeping his hands off her, so
he tried to limit their contact. They went into the playroom again on Saturday
evening and he introduced her to some of the items they’d be using over the
next few weeks. He wanted her to become familiar with her new surroundings and
get used to the idea of serving him every weekend.