Bound by Pleasure (2 page)

She was right. Each time a call or text came from Dawn, Megan’s face heated at the thought of even talking about Greg. But now the discussion was going to take place face-to-face, which was even more embarrassing. Maybe she should have answered Dawn’s phone calls.

“Sorry. I’ve been a bad friend, I guess.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t start that. You’re a great friend. Just closed off. You always have been. So tell me, how did it go with Greg?”

She guessed since Dawn was in the lifestyle it was something they could talk about. And actually, they had discussed it plenty in the past, but it had always been Dawn sharing the stories, not her.

“He wasn’t what I expected at all. The outside of his house was immaculate, but the inside was a mess. I thought these men had everything in control.”

Dawn laughed. “The whole CEO businessman thing is kinda a myth. That isn’t always the case.”

“I can see that now.” Megan wiped her hands on her pants, not really sure why her palms were sweating. “He was gorgeous. I didn’t even have time to think about how hot he was until after I left. I was scared to death the whole time I was in the interview.”

“Why?”

“I had no idea how to act. Could I smile? Was it okay to make eye contact?”

“Did he ask for a second interview?”

“No,” she said. A second interview, what the hell would that deal with?

“I’m sorry,” Dawn said.

“Don’t be, he offered me the position.”

“He did? That’s great.”

“In fact, we start tomorrow night. He told me to be there at seven.”

“Are you sure about this?” Dawn asked.

No, she wasn’t. But something inside of her was crying out to do it. During the time she’d spent writing BDSM scenes, and even watching the videos, she’d been fascinated. She wanted to do this. If she was ready, that was a whole other story.

“I think so.”

“So, how’s work?”

“I have a deadline coming up. I’m feeling a little stressed about it.”

“You always do, and you always meet your deadline. Quit stressing.”

Easy for her to say. Dawn was the girl who took life by the reins and held on for the ride. That was what Megan wanted. At this moment, she knew she was starting to take control. And just knowing that, a little bit of weight was lifted off her shoulders.

“Are you seeing anyone right now?” Megan asked.

Dawn shook her head. “Taking a little break.”

Megan laughed; Dawn had been on a break for a while. It had been at least a year since she’d been involved with someone. And that was unusual for her. Maybe there was a story to be told, but Megan wasn’t going to push. When Dawn was ready to talk, she would.

For the rest of the afternoon, Megan enjoyed the normal girl time between them. It kept her at ease and her thoughts away from tomorrow night. Greg expected her to show up ready and make no mistakes. That was a lot of pressure, and she hoped like hell she didn’t disappoint. The last thing she wanted was to be punished on the very first night.

On Friday evening Megan arrived a few minutes early. She decided it was okay since she was to be in the playroom and ready at seven. She let herself into the house. Before making her way to the doorway that led to the playroom, she took a peek toward the study and saw the door was ajar. She’d hoped to catch a glimpse of Greg, but didn’t.

At the door to the playroom she typed in the code and heard a beep indicating that she could now open it. She found a set of stairs and realized she was headed down to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs there were two doors, each shut. She opened the first and found a bedroom. Common sense told her that was not the playroom. Opening the next one she saw a large, spacious room. Turning on the light, she stepped into where they would be having their scenes.

Megan didn’t have time to study the room. To her right was a door and after opening it, she found it was the bathroom. She quickly undressed down to nothing but her birthday suit. She gazed into the mirror for a moment, trying to mentally prepare herself. She could do this. With a deep breath, she left the bathroom.

In the corner of the playroom she found a round pillow that sort of looked like a dog bed. This is where she assumed she should be. Taking her place on her knees, she chewed on her nails. Looking around as she waited, she saw a spanking bench. Next to it was a table with straps all over it, which she assumed was for when she was tied down. One wall had a line of cabinets that were all closed. She figured that was where the toys, paddles, floggers, and things like that were kept.

Greg’s footsteps echoed on the stairs. Her heart raced in anticipation. She heard him clear his throat before opening the door. As he stepped in, she quickly placed her hands in her lap and diverted her eyes to the floor, but what she really wanted was to look up at him.

Greg stopped in front of her. “It’s been a long and frustrating day. Right now all I want is your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me off. What color are we at?”

“Green, Sir,” she responded.

“Good.”

Megan heard him let the zipper down. His pants and boxers then fell and he kicked them off.

“You may raise your head,” he said.

She looked up to see him slowly stroking his dick. He wrapped his free hand around her neck and guided her mouth to his cock. Megan opened right away, letting it slide in as far as she could.

Greg pulled out and held the tip to her lips. “Lick it.”

Letting her tongue swirl around the tip, she tasted him. A small drop of cum seeped out the tip and landed on her lower lip. Sucking in her bottom lip, she tasted the salty liquid.

“God, your mouth drives me crazy.” Greg shoved back into her mouth, not being gentle this time. “Relax your throat.”

His cock pushed through where she typically gagged. Never before had she had anyone this deep. Both of his hands curled in her hair and his hips pumped. His breathing was rapid, and she knew he was going to come soon. She did her best to stay calm, but she’d never had anyone release into her mouth before and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

“You’re going to take it all, do you understand me?” he said.

She hummed in agreement.

“Oh God, this feels so damn good.” His hips gyrated more, his grip tightened, and a warm, salty liquid burst into the back of her throat. Without time to think, she swallowed it down as he continued to pump into her.

After he caught his breath, he pulled his cock from her mouth. “You did good.”

She smiled.

“Now I want to explore your body. I want to get to know each and every part of it. Go over to the table.”

Megan did as requested. She began to sit on the table when he stopped her.

“Don’t sit. Turn with your back to me and spread your legs wide.”

She turned and he then told her to lean over the table.

“Hold the edges of the table with your hands and do not let go. If you do, I will restrain you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. You may watch in the mirror in front of you, but you may not come until I say you can.”

Megan gripped the table tightly, not sure what was coming next. The only thing she did know was that she was turned on. Looking at herself in the mirror and knowing her pussy was exposed was doing something to her she’d never experienced.

When his hand lightly rubbed her back and down over her butt she worried she was going to release just from his touch. It was going to take every bit of her self-control not to.

“Have you ever had anal sex?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy it?” He rubbed her ass.

“No, Sir.”

“But you’re willing to try it with me. Why?”

“I believe it will be different with you.”

Megan bit her bottom lip as his finger lightly pressed her opening in her ass. She wondered if he was going to insert his finger, but he didn’t.

“Your hole is tight, and my cock aches to be inside. But I think for today I’ll skip that, we need to stretch you some.”

Greg walked away, and she instantly missed having him there. In the mirror she watched as he went across the room to the cabinet. He was quick, which meant this room was organized and he knew already just what he needed. He walked back over to the table carrying a bottle of what she assumed was lubricate and in the other hand he held a plug.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Good, Sir.”

“What color are we at about inserting this plug?”

“Green.”

He rubbed the cool liquid all around her opening, then lathered up the plug.

“Relax and breathe,” he directed her.

Taking in a deep breath, she did her best to relax. The tip slowly entered her, and it wasn’t too bad. It felt good actually. It slid in a little more and the uncomfortable feeling began.

“Just relax,” he said as he pushed it further in.

Her breathing was heavy, and the pushing finally stopped. It was in, and it was not a pleasant feeling. Right now she was wondering why in the world she’d put down that she was okay with this.

“Now I’m going to taste you. Do not come.”

At the moment she was no longer worried about that, but that changed when his mouth met her pussy and his tongue moved in a fast pace from front to back. The tip flicked her clitoris and then probed her opening, over and over again. She bit her bottom lip, trying her best not to scream out. He hadn’t given her permission to make noise so she wasn’t sure if it was permitted.

He started to suck on her, changing the sensation to something new. As he sucked on her clit, two of his fingers entered her with deep thrusts. God, she was going to come. She cried out as she desperately tried to hold off her orgasm. Focus on something else. She wondered if a baseball game was on today and if so who was winning.

Greg stopped the pleasure, and she hoped for a small break or feared she was going to release. She didn’t want to be punished on her first day.

“You may vocalize your pleasure,” Greg said. “I like to know if I’m pleasing my sub. Am I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now I’m ready to be balls deep in you. You may come when you’re ready. Don’t hold back. I want to feel your pussy walls clench my dick and milk me to my own ecstasy.”

Greg gripped her waist and thrust in. Glad she could vocalize, she screamed out each time he drove in. He rubbed her ass cheeks and pleasure erupted through her. It was as though the plug was intensifying the pleasure. She’d never had an orgasm build this much, and she knew once it released it would be like nothing she had ever experienced.

“You’re so damn tight.”

He pumped with a vengeance, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She cried out louder than she ever had before as the orgasm rocked through her. It was never ending. Every nerve in her body tingled with pleasure.

“That’s it,” Greg called out. “You feel so fucking good.”

By the time he finished, she was spent. Her body was ready to collapse. She almost let go of the edge of the table, but remembered she couldn’t let go until he told her to.

“Your pussy feels so damn good. I don’t know that I could ever tire of feeling it wrapped around me.” He pulled out of her. “You may release the table and fully relax.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice.

“Was it good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

In the mirror she could see him smiling as he re-tied his hair back into a ponytail.

“Go wash up in the bathroom. When you’re finished, come upstairs to the kitchen. I’ll have a snack ready for you. Please feel free to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge before washing if you need it. I’ll see you in a bit.” He paused. “Oh, and you may put your clothes back on before meeting me.”

Greg turned and left the playroom, shutting the door behind him. Megan took a deep breath and sunk to the floor. She was so absolutely spent that she had no idea how she was going to drag herself to the bathroom. Her body was fully relaxed, and she had never felt so satisfied in her life.

Greg raked his hands through his loose hair. He’d never had a sub he wanted to fuck so badly. He hadn’t even taken the time to explore Megan’s entire body like he’d planned on. The second he touched her pussy and tasted the sweet honey he was done. He normally had much more control than he showed today. He should have teased her body more to bring her the absolute pleasure he could.

She had been good and obedient. That was one reason he’d allowed her to come. In the past he usually didn’t permit it during the first session. He wanted to make sure his subs understood him and respected him. But with Megan, he wanted to see her come. He wanted her to release and hear her as she cried out. To know that he made her.

This was new for him. He was going to have to be careful.

Megan came into the kitchen right as he finished their sandwiches. He could tell she had no idea what to do.

“In the kitchen you are able to speak and act freely. Actually, anywhere but the playroom you can be yourself.”

“What am I to call you up here?”

“Greg is fine. Have a seat. I hope turkey and swiss is okay.”

“It is.” Megan took a seat at the table.

He knew she was confused. Her research likely showed that anywhere in the Dom’s house she was to submit. Many time subs sat at their Master’s feet, but he didn’t want that. Outside of the playroom he just wanted to be Greg. It was one of the reasons he didn’t go to the club too often. He had the nature to be a Dom in the bedroom or playroom, but in his regular life he didn’t.

He set the plate in front of Megan and then took a seat.

“Did you enjoy everything we did in the playroom today?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Remember, you’re free to speak.”

“I enjoyed everything.”

“Was it what you were expecting?”

“For the most part.”

He took a bit of his sandwich. “Is the plug still inserted?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like it if you wore it a few hours a day until our next scene. Can you do that?”

“I can.”

Greg set his sandwich down. “I don’t want you to feel nervous around me.”

“To be honest…” she started before pausing. He motioned for her to continue. “I didn’t think we’d be socializing on a personal level like this.”