For the Sub (10 page)

It was as if she hadn’t spoken.

“Thank you for the lesson,” she said. “I’m finding it very instructive.” She was babbling to distract herself from the power of the approaching orgasm.

“There are ways for me to keep you right where you are without letting you come, heightening your tension for minutes, maybe an hour.”

“This isn’t it, is it, Sir?”

“Smart sub.”

In fact, she suspected his touch was calculated to force her orgasm, not stall it.

“You’re diabolical, Sir. And I’m grateful.”

He laughed and the warm, genuine sound drenched her in intimacy.

“Very grateful.” Her clit seemed to have swollen to twice its normal size, and she felt him pull back its little hood, exposing more of it. She dug her fingernails into her ankles. Her tights constricted her movements, and she couldn’t part her legs to dissipate the tingling.

Unable to decide what to do, out of viable techniques, she surrendered and tried to let her mind float. “Thank you,” she murmured. If she couldn’t hold on, if he won this battle, at least she would have a shattering orgasm out of it. “Thank you,” she repeated. Not just for the lesson, but for the attention, the way he noted her reactions and his relentlessness. “Thank you.” Over and over, she repeated the words until they became part blur, part mantra. Somewhere, she forgot about herself. A moment ago, she’d been thinking about her own satisfaction. Now, with startling insight, she knew nothing was more important than pleasing him.

She shut out everything else but thoughts of him.

“That’s it. Fight it because your Dom demands it of you.”

His voice seemed to drift in from a long way off.
Her Dom.
Time and space fractured.

“Good girl.”

His voice penetrated her foggy thoughts, and she realised he’d been talking to her for some time. Along the way, he’d stopped touching her and she hadn’t been aware of it. By slow measures she noticed her surroundings, her throbbing pussy and the sensation of peace that cloaked her.

Transcending her needs to satisfy her Dom’s command gave her a sense of satisfied bliss. This feeling didn’t happen to her often, and she lived for the moments it did. “Thank you,” she whispered a final time as she opened her eyes.

“You’re magnificent,” he said as he crouched behind her.

She saw his face, its power, the determined set of his jaw. She wondered if he ever allowed himself to relax.

“Open your mouth.”

When she did, he slipped his fingers inside.

“Clean them.”

She licked. The combination of his skin and her tangy taste deepened their sense of connection. This man was so, so sexy. At the Den, his actions had been about her pleasure as much as—if not more than—his own. Tonight he seemed to have the same intention. Many Doms she played with would have had her on her knees already, pumping their dicks into her mouth as if racing to an invisible finish line. But he seemed to want to savour every moment.

“Good,” he said.

He extracted his fingers then grabbed her around the hips to steady her. “I’ll help you up.”

“I’d appreciate that, Sir. Thank you. I’m not sure I can stand under my own power.”

Shocking her, he swept her from her feet and deposited her on the bed.

“Tights,” he said, “the most underrated form of bondage. Maybe I’ll take you out in public with the waistband around your thighs.”

“I’m sure I’d look like a duck rather than a seductress, Sir.”

“Regardless, you’d be very much aware of your place.”

“Sir, any woman, whether she’s into the lifestyle or not, is going to be aware of her place around you.”

“I’m not interested in any other woman.”

The force in his words made her slide back on the bed.

Legs planted far apart, arms folded across his chest, he added, “We’re talking about you, Brandy.”

She chose her next words with great care. “Sir, from the moment I saw you at the Den two years ago, I’ve known who you are. And I’m not talking about your name or reputation. You have a way of moving, speaking, behaving that makes me very much aware of being female and reinforces my submissiveness. It doesn’t matter if I am naked and chained at your feet, or dressed in that girdle you threatened me with—”

“I assure you, it wasn’t merely a threat.”

Breath whooshed from her lungs. His enigmatic remoteness both thrilled and frightened her. “No matter where we are, Sir, whether we’re out in public, or surrounded by my friends, I could never deny the force of your personality, nor would I want to. That you are a Dom excites me. I’ve thought about you since the evening we scened together.” Lowering her voice, she confessed, “I’ve masturbated to the memory.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

“Sir?”

“Masturbate. Tell me what you were thinking while you were doing it.”

The suggestion energised her.

With quick and efficient movements, he finished undressing her before tossing her clothing on the floor.

“I’ll need my vibrator,” she said.

“Where is it?”

“Bottom dresser drawer. Left side. Under my jeans.”

“Hiding it from company?”

“My version of a quick clean up before guests started to arrive,” she confessed, hoping he had no need to go into her closet. All the mess from her office had been piled in there.

She propped a pillow behind her head and asked, “Will you also grab a pair of my nipple clamps, Sir?”

“You have several. Any preference?”

“The tweezers, please.”

He returned to the bedside a moment later and plugged in the massager before offering the clamps.

“Would you like to put them on me, Sir?”

“Did you use them when you thought of me?”

“I did,” she admitted.

“In that case, I want to watch.”

She accepted the sturdy metal chain that he offered. For both of them, this was unique. In his videos, he competently dominated the models and actresses. When she scened with men—Master Niles included—they took control.

He loomed over her. Excited anticipation made her mouth dry.

“Pretend I’m not here.”

“You know that’s impossible, Sir.” Hyperaware of his stance and his stare, she tried to shut him out and follow his instructions.

She placed a pillow beneath her knees and spread her legs before closing her eyes and squeezing her left breast.

“You like more pressure than I knew,” he said.

“I do.” She toyed with her nipple, playing at first to get it hard. Then she twisted it. She arched her back in pleasure. “Even before I affixed the first clamp the other night, I was remembering our time together at the Den, the way you told me to cut the bullshit.” She pulled on her nipple, distending it.

She opened her eyes so that she could see where she was placing the rubber tips.

“You’re giving me an idea for a new script,” he said.

There was a husky tone in his voice that made goosebumps skitter down her spine. “As I slid this part up”—she took hold of the small piece of metal that tightened the clamps—“I was recalling how nervous that made me, as if you saw through the act I sometimes bring to my job. You scared me a little, Sir, but that thrilled me, too. I’ve been wanting a man who will demand more than I usually give.”

Brandy met his gaze.

His eyes were narrowed, and he’d moved a bit closer to her. He was looking at her as if she were the only woman on the planet who mattered. Was it any wonder she fantasised about him?

“May I?” he asked as she reached to fondle her right breast.

“Please,” she murmured.

He took hold of her flesh with some tenderness, but when he tightened his grip, her pussy moistened.

“Damn, Sir,” she said when he readjusted his grip and simply rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Nice.”

“Thought you might appreciate that amount of pressure.”

She couldn’t string two coherent thoughts together.

He let go of her and placed the clamp, sliding the clip into place. “Like this?” he asked.

There was the same tension on both nipples. “You follow examples well, Sir.”

“I’m watching you,” he told her. “Every movement.”

“Were you always a straight A student?”

“In the subjects that mattered to me.” He moved away. “Go on,” he encouraged.

“Then I thought about the way you fingered me.” She pulled back the hood of her clitoris and stroked the tiny nub.

He nodded. “It’s lovely. So swollen already.”

Brandy picked up the vibrator with its overly large head and turned on the power switch to the lowest setting. With him watching her, she’d be shattering in less than thirty seconds if she flipped it on high.

“Talk to me,” he reminded her.

“When I put this against my pussy, I was remembering the way you told me you owed me a punishment for coming without permission even though you forced it from me.”

“I hadn’t forgotten.”

She turned her head.

“You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about it,” he said.

“But I was sure that was just part of the scene…”

“I keep my promises, and I remember what I say. I would have searched you out and held you accountable the next time I saw you at the Den.”

She looked away from him. Her memories and his words drove her response. “When I masturbated before, it was good, Sir, but nothing like this.” She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her pelvis. “You fingered me.”

“I remember.”

“And you ate my cunt.”

“A part of your body that needs more attention, I’m sure.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her thighs trembled. Knowing he was here, enjoying himself, increased the sensuality of the experience.

“Watching you is so fucking hot, Brandy.”

“It’s you, Sir…”

“How long did it take you to come?”

“About two minutes, Sir.”

“See if you can last that long this time.”

“Sir, I’m always in trouble for coming too soon,” she said miserably.

“I’ll make it worth your while to wait.”

As she writhed, losing herself in memories and fighting back the impending orgasm, the bastard flipped the switch to high. Brandy moaned. At every turn, he challenged her. She’d known dozens of Doms, and none were as diabolical as Master Niles.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Less than a minute to go.”

Presuming she didn’t lose her mind first.

She mentally counted backwards from sixty.

Out of her peripheral vision, she saw him remove the rest of his clothes. Thank God. She sensed, rather than saw, him open the nightstand and take out a condom.

“Before you came, what were you thinking about?”

“What?” She concentrated. At first his question made no sense, but then it clicked. “What made me come was recalling the way the flogger felt on my body.”

He turned off the vibrator and pulled it away, leaving her shaking with need. The sudden silence and lack of stimulation shocked her.

Before she could ask any questions, he knelt on the bed between her legs.

“Open your mouth.”

She complied, and he put the metal chain from the clamps between her teeth.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her hips from the pillow, looking at her pussy and simultaneously preventing her from moving. He kept her like that for a long while. He was preventing her orgasm and yet keeping her aroused.

“Put your legs on my shoulders.”

Which meant…

He licked her pussy.

Double damn, he was good at that. She closed her eyes in surrender. It only took a few moments for her to get close again.

Having the chain to the clamps in her mouth kept her quiet and still. Her nipples were already a bit sore, and she didn’t want to make them feel worse.

She dug her hands into his hair, bringing his head closer. He responded to her unspoken request by sucking and sliding a finger inside her. She was lost.

“Come for me, sub.”

Her thrashing yanked on her nipple clamps, magnifying the pain and shooting arrows of awareness towards her pussy.

With a muffled cry, she came.

He kept at it, licking, sucking, finger-fucking, forcing her to ride the high for longer than she’d known possible.

This Dom knew how to read her body.

When she screamed out, she released the chain from her mouth. She shook her head, trying to clear the myriad colours and thoughts that clouded her mind. She’d never had sex like this. Though this didn’t have all the trappings of a BDSM scene, there was no doubt he was in control, and she loved it. “Sir, that was…”

“You taste delicious. I need to start you out like that every time.”

“Thank you, Sir.” A thrill lanced her. He was a generous lover. She was more relaxed than she ever remembered being. And that she could fall asleep after this was over, rather than driving home, made it a hundred times better.

Master Niles was everything she’d ever wanted in a Dominant, and this was everything she’d dreamt of having in a love affair. She knew she’d be a fool to think it was anything more than a one-evening kick. In the morning he’d go home. Brandy told herself to relax into the moment and enjoy it, rather than worrying about the loss she’d feel when her bed and her life were empty again.

“Hands above your head, sub.”

It took her several seconds to obey. The backs of her thighs burned, and the rest of her body felt lethargic.

“I’m not done with you.”

She wondered if his words were a promise or a threat.

He gave one of her buttocks a sharp smack. “Threat,” she said with a gasp as she followed his order.

“Sorry?” he asked.

“I was wondering if your statement was a promise or a threat,” she said.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Ms Hess.”

“Clearly, Sir.”

He grinned and she smiled back, a momentary, sexy connection.

Master Niles positioned himself at her entrance, and he kept her legs high. As he eased into her, the backs of her thighs were stretched tight.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me.”

In a long stroke, he sank into her. She gasped from the shock of the force. “Yes,” she said when she was able to breathe again.

He stayed still for a few seconds as she accommodated his length.