Beth had everything ready for Drew’s arrival, even the food. She wondered if he’d gotten her voice mail, and how he’d reacted. They’d discussed orgasm control as they lay in her bed on Monday night. Although their arrangement was bedroom only, he’d liked the idea of her deciding when he would be allowed to come. If it came to their sex life, he wanted her to be the one in charge. She’d experimented some regarding that aspect of domination with Ben. He didn’t much care for it, so it was put in the strongly dislike column.
A knock sounded on her front door and she shook off the memory of her ex. Tonight was about the future—hers with Drew. The rest was water under the bridge.
Butterflies began swirling in her stomach when she drew closer to the entry. She paused for a moment with her hand on the knob to steady herself before opening the door.
Drew stood on the porch smiling at her—a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a single daisy in the other. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she said, moving out of the way so he could come in.
He brushed past her into the foyer. She shut the door and turned around to find him close.
“I brought you a daisy.”
Beth could feel his breath on her face and it had her head whirling. Drew was all man. There was no doubt about that. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
“It means loyalty. Commitment. I thought it was fitting given our plans for tonight.”
“You seem to know a lot about flowers. Are you trying to impress me?” Beth didn’t know if she wanted him to say yes or no. She didn’t need frills, but she had to admit it was nice.
Drew’s lips curled up into a sheepish grin. “Maybe a little. My mom loves flowers. She has a wide variety growing around the farm. I used to help her weed the beds when I was younger and she would tell me all their different meanings.”
“Does she still have them? The flowers, I mean?” Beth asked.
“Yes. When she’s not in the house cooking, you can usually find her in her flower beds.”
Hearing this new insight into his family relaxed Beth even more. Drew was sharing things with her about himself and his childhood. Taking the offered flower, she raised it to her noise, and inhaled its fragrance. “Does your mom have any daisies?”
“She does. Daisies are one of her favorites.”
Beth went up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his before giving him a soft kiss. “I can’t wait to see them, then.”
He blinked. “Does that mean you’re going to the barbecue with me?”
She nodded.
Before Beth knew what was happening, he had dropped his duffel bag to the floor and picked her up. She laughed as he twirled her around.
When he finally set her feet back down on solid ground, he was grinning from ear to ear.
“I’ll make sure you’re not back too late. I know you have to work the next day,” he vowed.
Beth gave him another hard kiss, and then began walking toward the kitchen. “Don’t you have to work as well?”
“Well, yes, but I’m not worried about that.”
She glanced back at him. “I just don’t want you getting hurt because you’re dead on your feet.”
He chuckled and took the plate she’d picked up off the counter out of her hand. “Not to worry. I once pulled a twenty-four-hour shift with zero sleep.”
When she gave him a questioning look, he continued. “Right when things were beginning to settle down for the evening, we got a call for a possible injury accident. Took us about an hour to get that all cleaned up and head back to the station. We were about ready to head up to our bunks when the next call came in. It pretty much kept up like that all night. I think we rolled into the station at around six in the morning. By that time, there was no point in going to bed. We all chipped in to get things prepped for the next shift, and then started on breakfast.”
“Wow,” she said, taking the food out of the oven and placing it in the center of the table.
“Luckily, that doesn’t happen often. It was a rare night.”
Beth grabbed the pitcher of ice water and sat down.
Drew followed. “It smells great.”
“Thank you.” She motioned that Drew should help himself while she filled both their glasses. “Are you ready for tonight?”
“I think so. I’m more anxious than anything.”
“Anything in particular you’re anxious about?” she asked.
He shrugged. “The usual, I suppose. I don’t want to mess up.”
“If you mess up, then we’ll deal with it. You’re learning. It’s to be expected. Who knows? I could be the one to mess things up.”
Drew snorted before taking a bite of his food. “I doubt that.”
“It could happen.”
He watched her for several moments. At first, he looked as if he was going to comment, but then he must have changed his mind.
Beth decided to jump on her chance to change the subject. The last thing she wanted to do was get into the self-doubt Ben had left in his wake. “Do you have any questions before we get started?”
“When will we start?”
It was a good question. “When we’ve finished eating, I’ll show you to the guest room. You can put your stuff in there and do anything else you need to do. Once you’re done and ready to get the evening underway, I want you to meet me in my bedroom.”
Drew blew out a heavy breath. “Okay. Anything else?”
She reached over and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh. “When you come to me, I want you naked. You will enter the room with your gaze on the floor. After that, you just need to do what you’re told.”
The muscles in his throat contracted as he swallowed.
“Drew?”
He looked up to meet her gaze.
“We’re going to have fun tonight.”
“We haven’t started yet, right?” he asked.
“Right.”
Without warning, Drew placed his hands on either side of her face and brought his mouth down on hers. She moaned as her body reacted to the feel of his lips, and heat spread throughout her body.
Just as suddenly as he began the kiss, he ended it. They were both panting, and Beth was tempted to say forget about the scene and take him in the kitchen chair as she’d done before. The only thing that stopped her was a curiosity to see just how powerful their connection could be in a full scene. “I’m going to make you pay for that, you know.”
He chuckled. “I can’t wait.”
Beth glanced over at his empty plate. “Finished?”
“With food.”
She felt her body temperature rise a few degrees more. “Follow me. I’ll show you to the guest room.”
Not waiting for a response, Beth stood, and made her way to the stairs. She knew he was behind her even though she didn’t look back.
At the top of the stairs, she made a left. When she’d bought the house, there had been four bedrooms. The master, of course, had its own bathroom, but the other three shared a communal bathroom at the end of the hall. That was why one of the first things she did after buying the house was to renovate the upstairs. She lost a bedroom in the deal, but gained two additional bathrooms. It was a fair trade, and given the nature of their relationship, Beth had felt Ben needed to have his own space—including his own bathroom.
Beth strolled into the guest room. She stopped a few feet inside the door and waited for Drew to enter.
He threw his bag on the bed and took in his surroundings. “Nice. But I think I like your room better.”
His cocky smile was back. She was going to have some fun with that attitude of his. “If you’re good, I promise you’ll be seeing the inside of my bedroom a lot.”
“Promises, promises.”
She shook her head and turned toward the door. “You have ten minutes. Don’t be late or I’ll have to punish you.”
Drew’s smile grew bigger. “I’d better hurry, then.”
Beth rolled her eyes and walked to her bedroom where the night’s activities would take place. She removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in a purple corset with a matching set of panties. Going to her closet, she retrieved the black boots she’d worn to the club a few weeks ago. They were her favorites. Satisfied with her attire, Beth took a final look around to make sure everything was in place.
She was closing the lid on the small cooler filled with ice that she’d brought upstairs earlier when she heard Drew enter the room. Beth looked in his direction and saw he had followed her instructions. The erection he was already sporting told her how excited he was. Heat flared in the area between her legs. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.
***
Drew wanted to look up and feast his eyes on Beth. He’d only gotten a peek at what she’d been wearing as he’d entered the room and then dutifully lowered his gaze. Even that small glimpse was enough to have his cock standing at attention.
“Come over here,” she ordered.
He obeyed, keeping his head down.
Beth cupped the side of his face with one hand and looked into his eyes. She must have seen whatever it was she was looking for because she nodded, released her hold on him, and took a step back. “On your knees.”
Lowering himself to the floor, he waited to see what she’d do next.
Nothing happened for several moments. All he could hear was his own breathing. Her scent was all around him, though, and as she moved closer to him, he could smell it even more. She was aroused and his mouth moistened in anticipation of being able to taste her again.
Placing a hand on the top of his head, she began to move. Beth combed her fingers through his hair and then down his back as she walked to stand behind him. Her touch felt so good. It was exactly what he needed after everything that had been going on with Shawn and work and . . .
He must have tensed or something, because the next thing he knew she was whispering in his ear. “Shh. Whatever’s going through your mind, let it go. Tonight you are mine. You’re here to serve me. Nothing outside this room matters. It will still be there later to worry about.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
It sounded as if she was pleased with his answer. He wondered if she was smiling.
She went to her dresser and retrieved something before returning to stand behind him. “Raise your chin.”
He did as he was told. Seconds later he felt something wrap around his neck. A collar.
“This is a training collar. I thought it might help you get into your submissive mindset. To remind you that your body belongs to me tonight.”
She waited.
Drew realized she wanted him to answer. He decided to try out her new title. They’d talked about it. She was going to be his mistress, after all. Still, this would be the first time he’d actually called her that. “Thank you, Mistress.”
A moment later, he felt something slide against the back of the collar followed by a click. He realized it was a lock.
Taking several slow deep breaths, he relaxed and let and what she’d said sink in. As he did so, he felt the stress of his day begin to fade. This was their time and he was going to savor it.
Beth stood before him and he was able to get his first good look at her. She was stunning. The corset she was wearing hugged her curves and lifted her tits. He wanted to bury his face in her cleavage. Then there were her panties. The tiny scrap of material that covered her front made him salivate for a view of the back. Drew could only imagine how her ass would look.
“Had a good enough look?” she asked.
He met her gaze and saw that she was amused by his perusal. “I could stare at you all day.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Looping a finger in the O-ring he hadn’t noticed on the front of his collar, she pulled up. “Stand.”
There was a part of him that fought against her ordering him around, but there was a larger part that wanted this.
She led him over to the wall. It was then he noticed the large X with cuffs attached to it. “Stand facing the wall with your arms raised and your legs spread.”
He got into position and held still as she secured his arms and legs. There was still plenty of room between him and the wall. Beth took advantage of the space by grasping his cock. “Did you touch yourself today?”
“No, Mistress.”
She ran her hand from base to tip three times, making his cock swell even more.
He had to bite back a groan when she took her hand away.
“Tonight we are going to do some experimenting,” she said.
Drew had no idea what that meant, but he’d told her that he was up for trying anything he’d marked on his list and he’d meant it. There was a lot he’d seen at Serpent’s Kiss that he was curious about. This was his opportunity. He had what he wanted—a relationship with a woman willing to dominate him.
A sting to his behind brought him back to the present. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it had returned his focus.
The first sting was followed by several others in various places on his ass and thighs. Only when Beth trailed the flat leather tip along his spine before landing another blow to his butt cheek did he realize she was using a crop on him. It felt different than he’d expected. As she continued to hit different places on his body, he felt his skin warming.
Beth pressed herself against him from behind and ran her nails over his ass. It wasn’t the first time she’d touched him like this, but it felt different after she’d used the crop. Everything was very sensitive. He could feel every movement—every scratch.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
Beth allowed her hands to drift lower. She raked her nails along the inside of his thighs, and he sucked in a breath.
He felt her lips against his back. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”
To his great disappointment, she removed her warmth from him and went to grab something else. This time he knew what she was using with the first strike—a flogger. The falls licked at his flesh, making his already sensitive skin tingle. She mixed soft, almost tickling caresses with hard blows that thudded soundly against his back, ass, and legs. He felt the stress of the day leaving his body completely as he became lost in the sensation.
Drew was so caught up in what he was experiencing that the feel of something much firmer hitting his backside caused him to snap his head up.
Beth laughed. “That got your attention.”
She hit him with it again and he felt the bite of the leather. It hurt, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. His body was singing at that point and whatever she was using only added another note to the symphony.
After ten strokes with whatever she was using, something soft caressed his overly sensitive backside. He closed his eyes and let the feeling take over.
Right when he was getting used to the gentle touch of whatever she was using, the flogger was back. Then, moments later, the softness returned. It was a game trying to anticipate which he would feel as she moved back and forth between the two. He found that he yearned for the feel of both.
Hands splayed across his chest and trailed down over his abs to wrap around his cock. Lips pressed against his back as the hands pumped his erection. It felt wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. In that vein, Drew flexed his hips into the hands.
Almost instantly, the hands were gone.
“Uh-uh. None of that.” Beth’s voice grounded him.
“Sorry, Mistress.”
“Hmm. It’s just as well. I have other plans for you this evening.” She bent down and released his ankle cuffs, and then stood to free his wrists as well. “How are you feeling?”
“I think every nerve ending I have has been awakened.”
“Does that mean you’re ready to continue?” she asked.
“Yes. Please.”
Beth smiled. “Remove my panties.”
He eagerly dropped to his knees and looped his fingers in the sides of the purple underwear he’d been admiring earlier. Inching them down her legs, he worked them over her boots, and deposited them on the floor.
She lifted her leg, resting it on the blanket chest at the end of the bed. The new position opened her up to him and her pussy was staring him right in the face.
No words were spoken as she laced her fingers through his hair and guided his mouth to where she wanted it to be. He’d been dreaming since their date about the next time he’d get to taste her. Drew would be happy to do this for her every day if she’d let him.
Beth rested her hand at the base of his neck and began grinding her pussy against his tongue. Her wetness coated his face as he licked and sucked her, drawing out her pleasure.
He knew she was close when she shifted her hips, placing his tongue directly over her clit. Drew flicked his tongue rapidly, edging her closer. Her grip on his neck tightened and her hips jerked moments before her breath hitched and he felt a flood of moisture on his chin. There was such a sense of satisfaction in serving her this way. And when he gazed up into her eyes, he knew he was exactly where he wanted to be—on his knees serving her.