Young, Allyson - Absolute Perfection [Aspire 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

His eyes narrowed and she thought she saw a flash of anger, but his face still told her nothing. He finally spoke. “We will ease into anal sex, Iris. It is important to me, and I want to take you, claim you in that manner, but I will never give you what you can’t handle. As for being displayed, that is the first time you’ve come close to being untruthful, and I won’t let that slide. We’ll sort out why you feel the need to say you wish to hide, even as I doubt I will share you.”

Iris felt her pussy involuntarily clench, and she was instantly soaking wet at his assertion of punishment to come. He wouldn’t hurt her, not really, although she accepted there would be some initial discomfort. Her brain had processed the information she’d read, and she wanted to participate, have the experience. She said nothing, simply waited because she knew he had more to say.

“I find the idea of sharing you distasteful, sub. But I also will ensure you get what you need. But for now you will please me.”

His hands dropped to the front of his leathers where his cock bulged and strained. For her. He freed it and Iris’s eyes fell to it, drawn by the long, hard shaft and bulbous head. It sprang out and up to curve to the right side of his ridged belly, nearly brushing her lips as it did so. It wept for her. Iris wasn’t fond of oral sex and rarely gave blow jobs, but she wanted to give one to Georgios. She wanted to taste him. She didn’t know if she’d do it right but had no doubt he would teach her.

“Eyes on me!” The comment had her snapping to attention. She jerked her gaze up.

“Open.” Again with the little commands. It was amazing how her body responded. Iris opened her mouth, and Georgios guided the head of his cock between her lips and rested it there. She felt him kind of flex and realized he was straining for control.

“Wider, sweet one.” She obeyed and felt him push in slowly, filling her up, pressing past her teeth and deeper yet to settle on her tongue. She focused on his taste and size and willed her gag reflex back. She flicked her tongue experimentally and saw Georgios’s eyes flare and his mouth set hard.

“Close your lips tightly around me. Mind your teeth and breathe through your nose. You are to do nothing more.”

Iris blinked at his harsh tone, and Georgios began to slide his iron shaft in and out of her mouth in smooth movements. She kept her lips as snugly together as she could, but after a few thrusts, something instinctual came over her and she sucked him hard. He slipped to the back of her throat, and she frantically took a deeper breath through her nose and swallowed to alleviate the choking sensation. Georgios groaned above her, and then she was swallowing in earnest as he erupted down her throat. He looked thoroughly pleasured, to her definite satisfaction, and she managed not to smile. This, then, was the power a submissive held.

* * * *

What in hell had just happened? He’d been tentatively teaching Iris how he liked his blow jobs, asking little of her to begin with, as she obviously had limited experience. Her immediate assumption of the sub/slave position at his feet touched him to the core. She had studied all the sites he’d referred her to and taken them to heart. The sight of her dress sliding down her slender frame to reveal her high, tight breasts was rivaled only by those little panties quivering down her long thighs to reveal a manicured, sweet little pussy. George wanted nothing more in that moment than to snatch her up and put her on the big bed and forge up into her, into what he just knew would be heaven. But he’d been saved when she dropped to her knees and offered herself. It helped him regain a semblance of control and get organized. There was no way he would be able to last through to the grand finale without release, so he’d decided to teach her how to blow him. Now it was the issue of who taught who. She needed to be punished for her effrontery. George knew that. He was in control here, and his little sub had just sucked him off in a heartbeat. The trouble was, it was hard to complain, although punish her he must. He took a deep breath and tucked himself back into his leathers.

“On your feet and over the bench, sub!” George knew he was barking orders to cover his need to simply hold her and offered his hand to help her rise and mitigate his harsh tone. But the look on her face informed him there was no need to be gentle, at least not now. Iris’s big blue eyes were dark with arousal and feminine power, her nipples in tight little nubs, moisture glinting between her legs. George wanted to taste her but denied himself.

He let her lie over the bench before adjusting her position to allow him to secure her wrists with the soft leather ties, followed by her ankles, leaving her bottom and pussy open and accessible to him. He stroked his hand down her back over the long curve of her spine, over the silken length of her before palming each full buttock. He traced a finger along the cleft and paused suggestively at her anus. She flinched a little and wiggled beneath his touch. He wouldn’t take her there tonight. She wasn’t ready for that kind of penetration, but he would tease her and watch to determine how she truly responded. George claimed few women in that manner and respected it as a significant connection. And it was one of his favorite forms of sex, too. He hoped Iris took to it.

“Tell me why I am about to spank you.”

Iris’s breath quite obviously hitched, and her buttocks clenched. Her voice was pitched a little high when she answered him. “Because I didn’t do as you said when I was, well, when I had my mouth on you.”

“And?”

She hesitated, and he tapped her thigh in warning. “Because I suggested I didn’t want to be displayed. And I might.” The “So there!” hung unspoken but perfectly understandable.

George waited until he could be certain no amusement would be heard in his voice. This was serious training. “I like my blow jobs a certain way, sub, and was teaching you. I gave you specific instructions, and you ignored them.”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

That didn’t sit well with him. He wanted to be her Sir. He wanted to master her. But he didn’t need the title. “Call me Georgios.”

“I’m sorry, Georgios.”

“You’ll take ten from my hand, Iris.”

George didn’t hold back. He smacked her raised buttocks hard, barely pausing between the first five, and Iris gasped and clenched and then cried out.

“There are ways to keep you from clenching, Iris. Perhaps you read about them.”

She immediately went slack, and he continued, now pausing between each strike to rub the heated skin. Iris didn’t clench as her ass reflected a rosy hue, and her cries became moans of arousal. He knew she was submissive, but to sink into subspace so quickly was a gift. George slid his hot, stinging palm between her widespread legs and her juices immediately coated him. He cupped her dripping sex and squeezed gently. He made his decision and went to fetch the lube. He could feel her eyes on him, but she remained silent. He turned to check to see if she was afraid or anxious, but her face reflected only calm and acceptance as she floated on endorphins. George impulsively pressed a kiss on her temple and could hardly wait to kiss that mouth again. He returned to her bottom and dribbled lube over her anus, working it into the little rosebud with his thumb, pressing and rimming the tiny opening. Iris clenched once and then went slack as he continued to tease her, and then to his delight he was able to insert the tip. She pushed back, and he slid in to the knuckle, the heat of her drawing him further. When he was in as far as the webbing at his palm, she moaned and then spoke.

“It’s so intrusive, Georgios. So big. I’m too full.”

“Breathe, sweet one, and relax around it. That’s it, let yourself relax and feel.”

He pulled nearly all the way out and then pressed back in, turning the digit as he did so, dragging across all those untried nerve endings so rich with blood. Iris gasped and whimpered, and he stilled his movements until she relaxed again. Over and over he pressed in and out, revolving his thumb as he did so until Iris was pressing back against him each time and no longer whimpering or protesting. He pushed his middle finger into her pussy opening, his entry facilitated by her wetness despite how tight and clinging the walls of her channel were. He hooked upward for her G-spot, and Iris gave a tiny shriek. He could pinch the thin membrane between his thumb and finger and did so, smiling as she tried to writhe on him.

“I give you your climax, Iris. You will wait.”

He fucked in and out of her two channels, rubbing hard then more gently, deeper and shallow, until Iris was begging him with mindless words.

“Please, Georgios. I need. I can’t. Oh god, please.”

It was a simple matter to find her clit, poking from its hood, hard as a pearl, and feather another fingertip over it. He crouched over her, reveling in her helplessness to resist him as he edged her ever closer to orgasm. When he pressed hard on her engorged nub and ordered her to come, she came apart, screaming her pleasure. The room monitor would be looking, and it made him feel smugly satisfied that he could bring his sub to such honest completion. George had thought to make her wait, but decided to visit several more on her over the course of the evening. She’d taken her punishment so well, and he wanted to see her face when she came.

He eased the pressure from her clit and carefully withdrew his finger. Only then did he remove his thumb, and her ring stayed open for some time before slowly winking closed. He wished she could see how her body welcomed him but contented himself with telling her so as she lay there, sated and restrained, a fine dew of moisture coating her amazing skin. She murmured, but he didn’t know if she truly understood how beautiful she looked.

Her response was muffled because she’d rolled her head from side to side until her glorious hair had formed a mask of sorts. She finally said lucidly, “I don’t know how to describe that. It shouldn’t feel so exciting. It should feel bad, dirty.”

George chuckled and made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands. He called back to her over his shoulder. “Sex
is
dirty, sweet one. We tart it up with expressions of love, but it’s filthy, messy, exciting, and passionate.”

* * * *

Iris stilled. She literally felt her entire body go into shut-down mode. It wasn’t that she disagreed with Georgios’s comments. Sex was earthy and hardly the stuff of dreams and angels. But she’d always hoped it went right along with some form of affection besides the trust and respect, the obedience he expected from her. She believed that love nurtured sexual contact, which was likely why she didn’t do casual flings. Was this to be casual? She didn’t think it was, at least not in her estimation during her contact with Georgios, however brief. They seemed connected somehow, and she thought he was really drawn to her as she was to him. He had actually said so. But he hadn’t spoken of love or commitment, at least not past a D/s relationship. She knew people had those kinds of relationships and they were really intense, but surely love was a part of it in some cases. One had only to look at Haley and her Doms. For the first time Iris doubted her decision to turn herself over to him and tried to push it away, tried to trust him. She heard the water shut off and tried to appear untroubled, no small feat for a woman stretched and bound over a red padded-leather bench.

Georgios released her binds and helped her to her feet after rubbing the long muscles in her legs, stiff from the position they’d held against the tension of her punishment and that insane orgasm. She wouldn’t have missed that for the world, but her heart told her it wouldn’t be enough in the end.

“Do you need the restroom?”

She nodded, and he walked her inside and lowered her to the toilet. She knew she should be bothered by the lack of modesty but was too exhausted from the climax and the revelation. She wiped and then washed her hands. Georgios took a warm cloth and cleaned her privates gently, making her hold onto the sink, ignoring her feeble protests. It felt so kind, but she’d read all about aftercare, so it was just part of the scene.

Iris was surprised at her bitchiness, this little feeling of resentment. Maybe she should tell him, let this all out. She wasn’t supposed to withhold. She understood that fact very well. BDSM was all about sharing and not withholding in order for both parties to get what they needed. But Georgios forestalled her. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed as if she weighed next to nothing. She felt the ridge of his erection and realized he was ready to go again, and while she wanted sex with him, they needed to talk first. And he knew it. He laid her down and stretched out beside her, stroking her hair back from her face and staring gravely into her eyes.

“Tell me.”

She really didn’t know where to begin. Maybe at the beginning. “We have a connection, right? The night of the ceremony you noticed me and I noticed you. It hasn’t been awkward. We get along. It’s comfortable but also sexy.”

“All true, sweet one. I was surprised by you, and by my response to you. You remi…that is to say, you simply spoke to me the minute I laid eyes on you, and I quite soon saw things in you I have never seen in another woman, nor felt in one. So I pursued you. You know how I reacted to you.”

Iris wondered why he had hesitated, fumbled with his words, but suspected he was trying to be specific with her. She felt the emotion in his voice, too. Georgios’s heritage became evident in his tone and phrasing when he was earnest and intense. “I haven’t felt this way before, Georgios. I’m already a bit overwhelmed, although I won’t say I haven’t enjoyed it. Except for the spanking part,” she added hastily.