Falling for Sir (14 page)

Jack blew gently over her pussy lips.
"Would you like to come, Claudia? Nod if so."

She nodded violently, thrusting her hips at his
face.

He moved his fingers in and out of her ass,
pushing a little further up each time until she almost choked on her frantic
gasps.

"Come, Claudia. Come now and let me watch."
He was staring at her cunt, his smiling mouth a half inch from her overheated
flesh, his fingers fucking her ass faster now. "Let yourself go. I want to
watch your pussy sigh for me. I want to hear it scream for me. I want to see it
weep with lust to be filled by me. Naughty, Claudia. That's it. There you go.
All over me. All." He thrust his fingers harder. "Over. Your.
Dom."

* * * *

He stripped her out of the corset and just left
her in stockings, heels, nipple clamps and panty harness. Then he tied her
wrists to the showerhead. Her knees felt weak from the intense orgasm she'd
just enjoyed and at that point she was still slightly dizzy. He turned on the
shower and adjusted the temperature until it was warm enough to make soap
lather. The pressure of water falling on her breasts and beating on the clamps
made her nipples sting. She drew in a sharp breath, glad he'd removed her
biding corset.

"Time to clean you up, sub."

She groaned through her gag, rolling her eyes to
see where he was removing the rest of his clothes, discarding them in a pile on
the bathroom rug. He joined her in the shower, showed her a small rectangular
bar of white soap in one hand and began rubbing it on her stomach and back.

"Got to wash all this stickiness off you so
we can start again," he muttered, pushing the silk panties aside and
rubbing the bar of soap between her legs, sliding it up into her ass crack.
"Now hold this for me. Don't drop it or you'll have to wait even longer,
because I'll go down and leave you here until I've enjoyed a nice thick
steak." He forced the soap between her cheeks and she squeezed her ass
muscles, trying to hold the slippery thing in place. Bubbles oozed slowly down
between her thighs. With soapy hands he massaged her tits next, working around the
nipple clamps.

Marianne looked into his face and saw the heat
in his eyes, their fierce admiration laving her body just as his hands did. It
thrilled her, left her breathless, made her want to please him further. She
closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her. If
she was a good sub he would give her his cock. He'd promised. And she needed
it. Her orgasm had sated her but not for long, because although it was deep and
forceful it didn't include the pleasure and satisfaction of feeling and seeing
him come too. She didn't like him holding off while she lost control. It wasn't
fair.

But of course that was the point. She was
supposed to be his submissive slave and he was her master. Nothing was meant to
be fair.

Confused, she could only be there, under his
hands, to experience all these wonderful, wild, new feelings, and hope,
eventually, to make sense of all this. Is it what she wanted? She still wasn't
sure. But she very much enjoyed
him
.
That much was certain. She'd come back there for more of what he gave her and
he wasn't leaving her disappointed.

Now he knelt in the shower and removed her
shoes, water falling over the muscles of his back and shoulders, soaking his
hair. He set the shoes on the bathroom rug and then returned to her body,
slowly rolling down the lacy, elastic top of each wet stocking. She felt the
small bar of soap melting and slipping from between her buttocks, but she
desperately tried to hold on as her ass became slick. When he tugged the
stockings over her feet, she finally lost her grip and the soap fell to the
shower floor with a crack.

Jack shook his head and tut-tutted. "Now we
have to start over, Claudia."

She groaned and kicked the bar of soap across
the shower stall.

He merely smiled, picked it up, slid it slowly
up the inside of her leg and pressed it back between her cheeks.

"That's your last chance. Next time it
falls, I go down for steak."

Standing he turned the temperature down until it
was cold and goose bumps peppered her skin. He released the left nipple clamp,
bent his head and tongued her aching, distended peak. With one hand he stroked
her pussy, lathering it up with his soapy palm and fingers. The waves came
quickly, as if they'd never fully died down from the last climax. She tried to keep
still, to hold that bar of soap with her ass. Jack's mouth opened wide, closing
over her entire areola and he rolled his long tongue around her tormented
nipple, making low moaning sounds that vibrated through her skin. Her breasts
felt larger, heavier, unbearably tender. The right nipple - still clamped - was
on fire, but not because it wanted release. It wanted his mouth.

She swayed until her back was against the shower
control, her ass pressed to the cold tile. Good. She'd keep that soap in
somehow.

Her nipple popped out from between his hard
lips. "Don't try to trick me, Claudia." Hands tight around her hips
he pulled her away from the tile and held her front to his body. That beautiful
cock was hard against her stomach, the balls pressed against her soapy vulva,
the broad, sticky tip hitting her navel. He moved his hands to her ass, cupped
her cheeks and forced her even tighter against him. With his fingertips he felt
for the bar of soap lodged there and his warm breath brushed her brow as he
chuckled. "Good, sub. Don't lose it. If you let it slip out you might lose
me too. We can't allow that, can we?"

More soap melted and oozed down her thigh,
tickling until she didn't know if she could stand it any longer.

As if he read her mind, Jack reached up and
turned off the water. She blinked rapidly and looked up into his eyes.
Please
, she begged mutely.

"Shall I remove the other clamp?"

She nodded.

He did so, unscrewing it slowly. The tension did
not ease. If anything it was worse. She curved her spine, pushing her needy
nipple at him, but he made her wait for that too. Moving back against the
opposite wall of the shower stall, he began to work his cock with one hand,
letting her watch every stroke. Writhing like a hooked fish with her hands
bound to the showerhead, she tried to make him see her desperation and take
pity. At the sight of that tall, broad dick, her cunt tightened with want. The
broad planes of his chest heaved as his breathing audibly quickened and veins
stood out on the back of his hand as he pumped away. She knew how hot his skin
was. She wanted those strong arms around her, needed his thighs between hers,
his body pinning her to a soft bed, his mouth on hers, their sweat mingling as
they...

Marianne was almost chewing through his tie now,
not wanting him to come without her sitting on that cock. It was hers, damn it.
Her pulse scattered like bowling pins under a strike. Her heartbeat was
pounding in her ears. She started to come, right where she stood, dripping
under the shower.

Suddenly the soap fell from her ass again,
hitting the shower floor with a wet slap this time as so much of it had worn
away from her frantic clenching.

Jack paused and took his hand from his cock. To
Marianne's horror and despair, he walked out of the shower, took his clothes
off the floor of the bathroom and walked away. She twisted to see the bathroom
door closing and shrieked through her gag.

Fierce hatred tore through her. She actually
wanted to cry because he'd taken her plaything away. Pressing the side of her
face to the tile, she finally managed to wriggle enough to work his tie partly
free from her mouth and she spat in fury, "Come back here, you
bastard!"

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and there
he was, still naked, looking angry. With a hard on like the Statue of Liberty.

She'd been about to scream
Fuck me
. But the words froze in her throat. He came toward her.

Oh god, what next? He couldn't delay any longer,
surely.

He reached up, untied her wrists from the
showerhead. Then he picked her up and she hooked her legs around his waist.
With one thrust his erection impaled her and he walked with her like that back
into the bedroom.

"Damn that steak. I need
you
now," he said. "I need to
spend inside you."

Marianne clung around his neck and buried her
relieved laughter in his damp shoulder.

* * * *

He'd tried to leave her and go down to supper as
he'd promised, but he simply couldn't do it. Jack crawled onto the bed, with
his sub still clinging around him, her pussy nursing on his cock. She kissed
his neck and licked a bead of water from behind his ear.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me," she
whispered, but her breath faltered and he knew she fibbed. She hadn't known
until she saw him in the door and he came back for her.
Now
she knew and she giggled with relief. Her heartbeat thumped
hard against his pectoral muscle.

"I won't leave you," he promised her
firmly, lowering her to the bed beneath him and thrusting further up inside her
blissful heat. "I can't." And that was the frightening truth for him.
He couldn't leave her. Even bound and gagged she had power over him as no other
sub ever had. Slowly he began to make love to the woman who'd driven him to new
heights of desire, new lengths of desperation. He kissed her hungrily and she
returned the fervor, her long legs sliding around him, stroking his flanks.

Although a warning siren blared inside his head
he simply couldn't withdraw. His sub wouldn't let him.

Wait! This was wrong, all wrong. Who exactly was
in control here?

"I want you," she groaned, gripping
his buttocks with her hands. "All of you, Jack."

So he gave her that, pounding into her and
groaning as she dug her fingernails into his straining buttocks. A moment later
he felt her cunt quivering and fluttering with another climax and then he let
his cum flow, filling her, claiming her completely as his.

Only later as they lay in a tangled daze on the
bed, did it occur to him that she'd slipped and called him by his real name.

He didn't know what to do about it, so he left
it alone. Perhaps, in the heat of the moment, she hadn't realized what she
called him. He understood how that happened because he'd been tempted to say
things to her that he'd never said to any woman. Fortunately the fever passed.

It was just sex, he reminded himself.

She slid her arms over his shoulders, stretching
under him until he rolled onto his side.

"That better be worth more than fifty
tokens," he muttered, still breathing erratically.

"You didn't award me any," she
replied, pert again.

"Doms don't reward Subs with tokens. That's
one of the rules."

Her lashes fluttered through the holes in her
silk mask. "Oh."

"We reward subs," he whispered,
"in other ways." He stroked his fingers along her thigh, up over her
belly and gently tweaked her nipple.

"And what about the condom rule?"

Ah, yes. "Well, you wanted all of me,"
he pointed out, propping up on one elbow to look down at her.

"I did, didn't I?" She stared up at
the ceiling, thoughtful.

"I assumed that was what you meant. We're
not talking about anything else here....right?"

"Right."

"Ok, then." But it wasn't ok. He never
usually forgot to use protection. "You
are
on the pill?" What the fuck had he just done? There was no excuse for
it. None.

"Yep. Don't worry about that." She sat
up and swung her legs off the bed.

Jack grabbed her hand. "Wait. Don't go
yet."

She smiled down at him. "Time's up."
She tapped the face of his wristwatch. "You had your three hours. Sir. In
fact, you're over the time limit."

"I suppose you'll take tokens off for
that," he grumbled.

"Just reminding you of the rules
, sir
."

She was right, he thought resentfully, time to
go back to real life. Time for these masks to come off and the regular,
everyday masks to go on. Back to the world where it mattered to them both that
he was her boss and she was so much younger—not to mention smarter— than him.
To where her life was just starting and his had reached a plateau with nowhere
else to go, and where neither of them wanted complications.

Chapter
Eleven

Do
Hearts Come in Stainless Steel?

She spread the samples over his untidy bed. It
didn't usually take her long to make decisions like these and she already had a
good idea of the color scheme for his apartment, but she'd brought the samples
with her to see how they looked in the light of various rooms. New York City was
odd sometimes when it came to light. Maybe it was the height and closeness of
the buildings that cast shadows at different times of day, but the sky seemed
to make its own color palette that had nothing to do with the seasons or the
angle of the sun.