Tina

“Ready for your training?”

His words echoed through my mind while the comment about my mother sank in deep. Kevin was the only person in the world who knew as much about my upbringing as he did, and the fact that he would mention it right now meant he felt it somehow played into my hesitations. My mother had been the purebred definition of an ‘ice queen’, and every time the news called me anything remotely close it forced a bubble of anger to waft deep within the pit of my stomach.

My mother coped with the way she was raised the best she knew how. My grandmother was mentally and emotionally manipulative and had robbed my mother of the life she wanted when she forcefully married her off to my father. She came from a very poor household and my father had a great deal of money already when they met, and before my mother knew what was happening she had been ripped from her own college education, stuck with a man whose last name she didn’t even know, and married off per an agreement with his family that would sustain my grandmother until the day her rotten face passed from this earth.

My mother had been the subject of nothing more than a centuries’ old transaction of property, and I knew that had to have changed something inside of her.

I didn’t blame her for the way I was raised. At least, not in my later years. I couldn’t stand her all through college and stayed as far away from the house as I could get. I leaned on my father more than I’d ever admitted to while I was climbing the ranks in the School of Business at the college Kevin and I met at, and he was supportive and provided the advice I needed to graduate.

My father ruled with a soft hand behind a strong word. He never used manipulative tactics to gain the advantage, but when he said something his word was law. If I needed to be home, he was the one to tell me, and if I needed to come on a family trip to appease everyone, he was the one dealing the news to me. I had found ways to dodge my mother, even while she raised me, but watching her and being subjected to her manipulative ways to try and raise me in the way she thought was best had rubbed off on me in ways Kevin was probably seeing.

After all, he never dared bring up my mother in my presence unless he thought it was imperative.

I stared at all the objects peppering the room and wondered where the hell he’d gotten them. Had they already been there and I hadn’t seen them? Did he get them today? Had they been in his room, tucked away for no one else to see?

“I finished up a website and these toys were payment,” he said.

“You really need to stop doing that,” I said.

“Lesson one: never sass your dom.”

I felt his hand fly to my hair before he slowly guided my face back towards his. The tingling of anticipation I felt in my toes from looking at all the things decorating my bed had now turned to curiosity and a slight fear as his gaze slowly panned in front of mine.

“When a sub sasses his or her dom, there is a punishment to incur. Sassing suggests a forward personality, and there is no room in here for two dominant personalities,” Kevin said. His eyes were intense and his hand was clenched into my hair, but even then I felt myself relax against the warmth of his knuckles while his other hand slowly crept up my shirt.

“I see you didn’t bother getting dressed today,” he said.

“N-... no, I-I-I uh… showered, but. But just-”

His fingers squeezed my hardened nipple and my legs started to shake. I bit my sentence off with a low moan that rose from the depths of my throat, giving positive verbalization to the actions that were taking place.

“You do not sass me in this room, do you understand?” he asked. His fingers turned my nipple before pulling it out, releasing a shooting pain that ricocheted through my breast and wafted down my back.

“Oh! Shit… yes. Yes, Kevin, I understand. Holy, fu-... ugh.”

He released my nipple before his palm massaged my breast, and all at once his hand fell from my head. I stumbled and his arm shot out around me, catching me before I hit the carpet of the floor underneath me.

“Take off your shirt and panties and go get on the bed. Lay on your back, spread yourself like an eagle, and wait.”

I nodded in understanding and that’s when he released me. I peeled the clothes off my body before crawling onto the bed, and when I turned around I could see him neatly folding the pieces of his work suit and slinging them over the chair in my room. His coat came off before he worked off his tie, then he toed off his shoes and bent over to remove his socks. I couldn’t rip my eyes from his undressed form, and when he was in nothing but his tailored work slacks that clung to his ass and thighs he turned to be and I quickly settled down onto the bed.

His low chuckle filled the room with a sensation I was all too aware of, and I knew he was stalking me like his prey while I laid there spread for him on the bed.

I felt his hand come down onto my ankle before I felt a cool, soft material wrap around it. He bound my ankles to the bed before I saw him appear in my gaze and he did the same thing with my wrists before he dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“Mental health check. How are you feeling?”

I felt my pussy beginning to glisten with anticipation even as he studied my eyes. I could tell he had slipped out of this ‘dom mode’ and was looking at me as Kevin, but that’s when I realized the second mistake I was making.

This ‘dom mode’ and Kevin were one and the same.

“I’m not going any further until you talk to me,” he said.

“I’m alright. Just… processing,” I said.

“The safe word is there for you to use anytime. Repeat back to me what it was,” he said.

“Pineapple.”

“Good girl.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and my body shivered at his warmth. I tried to buck up, to feel friction where I wanted it most, and the smirk I felt against my forehead signaled to me that he was back.

The Kevin that enjoyed having me tied down for his pleasure was back, and my body hummed with salacious lust at the fact that he was.

I watched his shirtless form grab the candle sitting on the dresser and I watched him hover it over my body. My stomach rolled back, trying to get away from the source of the heat I could feel invading my body. He tipped the candle and allowed some of the wax to pour onto my skin and I braced myself for the unbearable warmth that would surely peel that safe word from my lips.

But, all that hit me was a warm smoothness I didn’t expect.

Kevin looked into my eyes before he poured a little more onto my skin, not stopping until he had painted my stomach and my legs with the oil he was dripping onto my skin. Without a word said between us he began to massage my thighs, and I laid there while I relished in his touch.

“You glisten so well for me, Tina,” he said. “You should see the view I have of your body.”

I moaned at his words while his fingers made their way up my thighs. He was dangerously close to the pussy folds that were chilled from the air conditioning that had just kicked on, but I bucked against him when he hopped to my stomach and began massaging my breasts.

“Oh, Kevin.”

“That feel good?”

“Mhm,” I hummed.

“Good.”

His hands continued to manipulate my muscles and my breasts while my nipples grew harder underneath his touch. He dipped his mouth down and wrapped them slowly around each of them, pulling and tugging with his teeth as my back arched into his face. I pulled against the restraints, wanting desperately to rake my fingers in his hair, but all I did was buck the bed in frustration before he released my nipples with a pop.

I felt his hands slowly move down my body, prickling the skin on my arms and legs while his lips pressed kisses along my skin. This was not at all how I saw this playing out, and my body was fully giving itself over to him with every caress he took. I wanted his hands everywhere, in every crease and divot my body had to offer, but when his lips got to mine I felt his fingertips slide between my pussy folds.

“Lesson two,” he murmured against my lips, “orgasm denial.”

My eyes flew open just as he began twirling his fingers around my clit, and all at once my body began to buck. My swollen bud pulsed underneath his touch while my juices started to slowly slide to the bed, and as the wet spot grew underneath me the smirk on Kevin’s face became wider and wider.

“Yes. Oh, god. Don’t stop. Please. Holy… holy shit.”

My body began to tremble and I pulled harder at the restraints. I was so close I could taste it. I could smell my cum intertwined with the scent of apple dancing from my skin. I could feel Kevin’s want to watch me cum at just his fingers as his eyes devoured my naked body beneath him. I wanted so desperately to wrench my hands up and pull those pillowy lips to mine and rake my teeth over them.

But just as I bucked one last time into his hand, he crashed his lips against mine and ceased his movements.

I groaned with frustration while my body settled back down, and just as my back hit the bed his fingers started up again. My tongue devoured his while I climbed that mountain yet again. My legs were trembling and my arms were being rubbed raw, but I didn’t care. Everything added to the sensations I was experiencing at Kevin manipulated my body in ways I’d never felt before, and just as I felt my orgasm begin to crash over my body he pulled back again.

“Kevin. Please,” I begged. “Please stop.”

“You have a safe word for that,” he said. His eyes got stern and his gaze hooked onto mine, and that’s when the third harsh reality of this entire situation crashed fully into the vaults of my mind.

I didn’t want him to stop.