Come (23 page)

Katy went straight to the guest room and dropped her bag. She turned toward him at the door. “You want me to continue sleeping in here, Master?” She cocked her hip to one side and leaned on the doorframe.

Rafe smirked. “Only on days you intend to defy me and earn yourself a night of timeout.”

Katy gasped.

Good. He wanted to set a new tone in the house. “When we come through that door in the evening, you’re mine.” He stalked toward her as he spoke. “Mine to command. Mine to explore. Mine to enjoy.”

She didn’t move until he was an inch from her. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with it?”

She shook her head subtly and licked her lips.

“I didn’t think you would.” He cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing along her jawline. “I’ll act whatever part you’re comfortable with in public, but in private, inside this house, I’d like you to be submissive.”

“Okay.”

Rafe kissed her nose and then raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, Sir.” She lowered her gaze as she fell into the role.

“Good. Now you’re wearing way too many clothes. I’ll go start dinner. You make them disappear.” He turned and left her standing there.

His heart pounded. It was one thing to role play in the hotel for the weekend. It was an entirely different thing to bring the D/s relationship into the home and turn it into a lifestyle. He prayed she could submit to his will for more than the occasional experience. Desperately he wanted her to stay, bottom for him, never leave his side.

Katy emerged from the hallway, timidly padding toward him as he stirred the vegetables he was sautéing for a stir fry. He watched her inch forward, naked and shaking.

“This feels awkward to me.”

“I know. But it also humbles you and helps you remember your place.”

She nodded.

“Take a seat at the table. Dinner is almost ready.”

She did as he said, her breasts bouncing as she lowered herself into the chair. She was the most gorgeous sight in the world, and Rafe couldn’t believe how lucky he was that she was still with him and hadn’t turned running for the door at the first hint of his nature.

“Submissives live by all different rules. I’ll explore various ideas this week to see how you react. That means I’m going to change things up each day until we figure out what works best for us. And for you.”

“Okay, Sir.” She kept her head lowered. He imagined it wasn’t completely to follow his rules, but more a means of avoiding his eye contact and thus embarrassment.

While they ate, Rafe filled her in on many different practices of D/s. “Some submissives aren’t allowed on the furniture, or at the table.” He watched her flinch. That might not go over well with her.

“Some couples keep their relationship in the bedroom, while others go the other extreme and extend it outside the home.”

She lifted her face. “But you’re willing to negotiate all this right?”

“Absolutely. We’ll find out what works best and fulfills both our needs.”

“I know I can’t take it outside of the house.” She gripped her fork as she spoke.

Rafe took her other hand in his. “Just because we engage in a few practices beyond these walls doesn’t mean anyone has to know.”

She swallowed her bite. Gulped rather. “Not sure what you mean. I can’t very well walk around society with my head bowed and my hands behind my back.”

“No, but you can go without panties for example, as a reminder to yourself throughout the day that you’re mine.”

She shivered. He had her there. In fact, if he was judging her correctly, she liked the way he said “Mine.”

“My mind is swimming and I’m overwhelmed.”

Rafe squeezed her hand. “And you’re aroused.”

She brought her knees closer together subtly under the table and then nodded.

“And that feels good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then follow your instincts. Don’t think so hard. Don’t let society’s norms dictate your life. Contrary to popular belief, many more couples are involved in some form of D/s than you would think.” He nudged her leg with his own under the table. “Spread your knees.”

He tipped his head to make sure she complied.

She separated them slightly.

“Wider. Open yourself to me.”

She breathed heavier as she followed his directives.

“There. See? Not so hard. You’ve accomplished several things. One, Doms often insist on their submissives being open and available at all times. Two, you can’t rub yourself to get relief in this position.” He leaned forward, very much aware his breath hit her face as he said the next line. “And three, you’re so much more aroused now, aren’t you?”

She flinched, her jaw rigid as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I thought so. It’s freeing.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

“I know. That’s the point.”

“Every time you dominate me, I want sex. I can’t get it off my mind.”

“Exactly.” She was catching on. “Stroke a finger through your pussy and show me how wet you are.”

Katy hesitated.

“Now, baby. Don’t pause when I give you an order.”

Her hand shook as she released her fork and lowered her fingers to her lap. Rafe still held her other hand with his.

Katy groaned as she touched herself, and she ducked her head lower still when she lifted her wet fingers to his perusal.

Rafe grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. “Mmm. Do it again.”

This time she was quicker, her fingers just as wet.

“Suck them. Taste yourself.”

She hesitated only a second this time and then brought them to her lips.

Rafe had to stifle his own moan as he watched her suck her pointer and middle fingers into her mouth. His cock grew harder by the second. He was torturing himself at least as much as what he did to her. “That’s so sexy, baby.”

She dropped her hand back to the table as she licked her lips.

That did it for Rafe. He couldn’t stand another second of the torture.

He pushed his plate aside, jerked her chair out from under the table, and lifted her to settle her on the edge right in front of him.

Katy made a low sound of surprise as she set her hands behind her to brace herself.

“Stay still.” Rafe lowered to his knees, pressed her thighs wide, and brought his lips to her sweet sex.

Katy screamed, her legs shooting out stiffly as Rafe sucked her pussy, licking and tasting her everywhere. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. She was divine, and he needed her like a drug.

Every little move she made, every tiny sound that escaped her lips, drove him higher. He released one of her thighs to pop the button on his jeans and let his cock spring free. It was suffocating inside the pants he’d changed into when they’d gotten home.

He gripped his cock with his fist and pumped. He would have liked to be inside her, but he also didn’t want to stop eating from her pussy, so he made do, unable to wait.

The second he got too close to hold back any longer, he pulled her clit between his teeth and gently bit down.

Katy screamed again, her hands flying to his head and gripping his scalp as she came against his mouth.

Rafe’s engorged cock also let loose, shooting onto the hardwood floor beneath the table. He didn’t care. All he cared about was Katy and how good she tasted and how much he adored everything about her innocence and blossoming submission.

When he finally eased back to lick her folds and then release her pussy, he found her eyes half closed and her mouth hanging open. She breathed as though she’d been running.

Finally she licked her dry lips. “I can live with that.”

Rafe chuckled as he stood. “I thought so.”

By Friday, Rafe noted Katy was a ball of nerves. Every little noise at work or at his house made her jump. Even though she easily fell into her role at home and clearly enjoyed her new position, she was uptight and losing ground.

“We need to get out of the house.”

She looked at him from where she stood behind the couch. “Where would we go?”

“Extreme.”

She pursed her lips.

“It’ll be good. We’ve been cooped up here all week.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” She grabbed the back of the couch so tightly her knuckled whitened.

“Come on.” He stepped toward her. “It’ll take your mind off things.”

“Only to replace the images with new ones,” she balked.

“You’ve been there before.”

“And I saw plenty of things I couldn’t possibly participate in.”

“Who said I was going to ask you to do anything you aren’t ready for?” He tugged her hand from its grip on the couch and pulled her toward the hall. “Jeans and a tank top. We’re going shopping first.”

“Shopping? Are you crazy? Why would we do that?” She let him lead her toward the bedroom.

“Did you see many women in Extreme wearing jeans?”

“No.”

“Do you own anything else?”

“No.”

“I rest my case.”

“You mean we’re going to a sex store?” She yanked her hand free and backed up.

“That’s where they have good fetishwear. Trust me?”

She hesitated for a moment and then dropped her arms. “Fine. But I reserve the right to say no to anything you pick out.”

“Fair enough.”

Ten minutes later, they were in the truck. Katy constantly wiped her palms on her jeans, her arms jittering as she stared straight ahead.

Rafe didn’t say anything. She needed time to process. If there was one thing he’d learned in the last week, it was that Katy tended to enjoy almost everything he introduced, but in her own time. Pushing her too fast never got good results.

Rafe pulled up to his favorite store and turned toward her. “Relax. We’re shopping. Not robbing the place.”

She gave a half-hearted smirk and opened her door.

Katy stayed by his side, holding his arm in a tight grip as he wandered through the women’s clothing section. There were about a dozen other people in the store, not unusual for a Friday night. People liked new things when they went to their clubs.

Rafe grabbed several items and held them in one hand while he searched through racks with the other.

Katy seemed to pay little attention to what he picked out. Her gaze wandered around, her head moving back and forth as she took in the rest of the store. “Do you own any of this stuff?” she whispered, leaning into his ear.

“Some of it.”

She didn’t respond.

Finally he led her to a fitting room and shut the door.

“You’re going to stay?” Her eyes widened.

“Of course.” He turned the lock.

She bit her lip. “People will wonder what we’re doing in here.”

He chuckled as he took the first item off the hanger. “No they won’t. They have their own agendas.” He made eye contact with her. “Take off your clothes, baby.”

Katy pulled her tank over her head and then squirmed out of her jeans. She stood before him in a matching bra and panty set he was about to dispose of also.

“Everything,” he stated, holding her gaze.

She sucked in a breath, but lifted her fingers to unclasp her bra.

Rafe took the lacy material from her and set it on the stool behind him. “Panties too. I’ve seen you naked. Why are you so shy all the sudden?”

He knew the answer to that question, but he wanted her to contemplate it also.

“We’re in public,” she hissed.

“The door is locked and no one can see you.”

“You can.”

He smiled. “And I love the view.” He handed her a corset dress.

When she held it with two fingers, he took it back. “Turn around.” After she obeyed, he reached from behind her and nestled the bodice against her front. “Hold this.”

Katy grabbed it with both hands to keep in in place.

Rafe pulled the laces together in the back and tightened the bustier until it lifted her breasts and narrowed her waist. He then threaded the rest of the laces down the skirt. “How does that feel?”

Katy lowered her hands and turned toward him, her gaze on her chest. “How did you do that? I look much fuller.”

“Magic.” He winked. And then he stared down at the flesh of her breasts pushed up from the top of the leather. Her nipples were well hidden. She was completely decent.

“I don’t know, Rafe?” She stroked her hands down her sides, clearly in awe of how sexy she knew she looked. A smile took over her face. “In public, though?”

“Didn’t you feel more self-conscious in jeans there last week than you would in this?”

“True…” She tugged on the skirt. “It’s kinda short.”

“It’s perfect.” Rafe drew a finger along the bottom edge of the hemline. “Covers everything.” He lifted his hand and traced the swell of her breasts. “Covers too much.”

She glared at him. “Hardly.”

“So yes?”

“Okay.” She inhaled deeply. “But I want my panties.” She held out her hand.

Rafe picked up the scrap of lace and tucked in into his pocket. “Highly overrated.” He gathered the rest of her clothes and draped them over his arm.

She rolled her eyes and dropped her hand. “So domineering.”

He kissed her lips. “You love it though.” And then he opened the door.

“Wait.”

“What?” He turned back to face her as he exited.

“I’m going to wear this now?”

“Of course. We’re going to the club now aren’t we?” He snagged the tag hanging under her arm and yanked it free, and then he headed for the checkout.

Katy looked both directions as they left the store.

Rafe loved the way she got so easily ruffled. As though anyone would care about a woman in a discreet leather dress.

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