Chapter Three
We’d finished the dishes and had started wiping down the counter when he grabbed me from behind and held me tight, one hand on my neck. I gushed. Even though feeling this totally submissive came as a surprise to me, it came naturally when around him.
His voice in my ear sent shivers down my spine. Then his words hit me. “What?”
“Time for the sub lessons you agreed to at dinner.” He pulled something out of his pocket. A purple collar. All of a sudden, my pussy was wet. I stood there, nipples aching, as he put it on me. “You can’t take it off until we are back at your apartment, except to shower. I have an outfit for you hanging in the closet that I picked up on the way to your house yesterday. Put it on.”
I fingered the collar, a bit shocked at how it made me want to purr and rub myself on him as if I were a cat who’d just had a bowl full of cream. But he mentioned an outfit… Curiosity piqued, I left to the master bedroom. When I searched through the closet, I found one dress, in my size even…and it was made out of black latex. I’d never worn anything besides lingerie for sex. Excitement stirred in my stomach. He’d wanted to make me feel better, and this was working. The forethought put into our time together meant a lot to me.
I stripped out of my clothes and into the form fitting dress and then checked myself out in the full-length mirror.
Damn. I was hot.
The tank top style showed off my clavicle and shoulders and the long length of my neck. It stopped mid-thigh on me. I searched for shoes in the closet, but didn’t find any. I decided against adding them in today. Though perhaps we could use it again sometime, and I’d wear some of my heels. I turned to peek at how I looked from behind. The scooped back enticed while still hiding all the important bits. I grinned. I don’t think he knows what he’s gotten himself into.
I strode back out to the living room. He turned, having put on music on the stereo, and then stopped mid step. His mouth gaped open. I posed with a hand on my hip which I thrust forward a bit for effect.
I saw the lust in his eyes and dropped my gaze, suddenly self-conscious in my role as sub. In a short stride, he came to me and lifted my chin. “Never be ashamed around me. Rule number one. Even if we’re playing at humiliation for punishment.”
I nodded, and my lips parted as need streaked through me at his chastisement.
He ran a hand down my back as he pressed his hard on into me. My pussy contracted. Just like that. I guess a year of denying myself had its consequences.
“I’m serious. I don’t like that you left in shame yesterday, instead of talking to me, reaching out to me. I will protect you and help you, if only you let me. Next time, your punishment will be harsher.”
I flushed, the heat of it burning my ears, but stared into his eyes. My heart beat in my throat. “I am not used to having anyone protect me.” Nor was I used to being turned on by a reprimand by anyone except him. Holy hell. His touched scorched me with lust as he held my hair in his hands.
“You have me now. As your Dom, it is my privilege and honor to do this. You need to seek me out, if only for comfort. Promise me.”
His grip in my hair tightened, and he pulled my head back so that my neck was vulnerable to him. Fuck me, but I wanted him to punish me for it. “I promise.”
“Kneel on all fours in front of the couch.” He let go of my hair and gave me a small push in my lower back.
I frowned in confusion at the abrupt change. He wasn’t going to take me right now? “What?” I asked now, because once on all fours, I was his slave and couldn’t ask without punishment. Then again, it would ensure more punishments from him. I wanted to explore that side of me more with every passing minute with him.
His fingers caressed my clavicle then dipped into my ample cleavage. “You heard me. The longer you take to do as you’re told, the harsher the punishment will be.”
My stomach flipped. I wanted to learn all I could, but I also wanted to be punished in the worst way. I guess we’d see just how submissive I was capable of being. I stalked over to the couch, my hips swaying, to tease and torture him as much as I could, before I knelt. I positioned myself and then wiggled my ass at him.
He came over and smacked it. “No, just stay there, my pet.”
Another lifetime, another man, and I’d have been offended. Here, now, with this man, heat rushed to my face. I wanted more of it.
He sat on the couch, then lay, reading a book, his hand trailing absently through my hair, then moving to grip his dick he’d pulled out…coincidentally right about where my face was. Once in a while, he gripped it and pulled my face up, and teased me with it.
“This is your punishment for running away in shame from the office,” he said thickly. “Look, but don’t touch.”
My mouth watered as I thought of having him, deep throating him. Still, I enjoyed staring at him as well. He set his book at the floor in front of me, then swung his legs so they rested on me, his soft trousers scraping my sensitive skin, making me totally aware of him even though I could no longer see him. I heard the rustle of clothes, then his legs left me for a moment, then came to rest on me naked.
“Oh, my pet,” he said hoarsely. “I’m stroking myself, wishing your hands held my cock, that your mouth encircled it. Have you learned your lesson yet?”
The visions his words produced in me had me mewling in the back of my throat. “I don’t know,” I said, impudently, hoping to goad him into punishing me harsher. “Maybe you need to whip me.”
I heard a deep groan from him which had me near to panting that I could have that effect on him with just my words.
He came down on the floor with me, set himself behind me, and smacked my ass. Even through the latex, this one stung. He yanked on my collar and my hair at the same time. “Obviously not,” he said, holding me like that as if testing me. When I stayed compliant, he ran his hands under the short skirt and up my thigh, then into my wetness. I cried out as he inserted two fingers into me.
“No, no whip. I’ll save that for another time.” His fingers wiggled inside as he tested me, widened me. His other hand drew my skirt up so that it pooled on my back. He again slapped my ass, but this time it hit bare flesh, and I pushed down as the pain seared then turned to pleasure. His fingers stayed in me, and he used his other hand to grip my hair and pull me back into a kneeling position.
“Don’t. Move,” he commanded, emphasizing each word with a thrust of his fingers.
I trembled with need. His command over my body had me wanting to beg for him to take me. He slapped then rubbed my ass repeatedly until I nearly came. I hovered on the edge, the combination of sting with the pleasure and care of the rub had me wishing for more. I bit back my cry of denial when his fingers left me. He pulled my head up and leaned over me, which pushed his cock through my wet slit and across the clit.
My orgasm tore through me suddenly. I shook and wanted to sob in relief, my nipples rubbing against the latex as I swayed on my knees. While I trembled with my release, he lined himself up and surged into me. Another wave was set off as he thrust into me over and over, his body taking command over me. He rode me for a long time, my pussy clenching and throbbing as he made me come over and over.
Then he flipped me on my back and threw my legs over his shoulders and plunged into me. He held my wrists, arms over head, with one hand, the other supporting his weight to one side. Such intense concentration on his face as he bore into me, need riding him as hard as he rode me.
His movements came quicker and harder. My nipples ached, the latex rubbing them like an extra lover’s hand. Lust welled up within me from where we were joined right through my heart. Another orgasm, bigger than any I could recall, waited on the brink, waiting…
I couldn’t think for what, then it hit me as he bent me even more to get a deeper position. “Master…please. I ache with need… Help me to come again.”
Pride and lust flashed in his eyes. He sped up his pace. “Come for me, my pet,” he said hoarsely. My body went up in flames, my hips arching, my legs pushing against his shoulders, which he met with his own strength, keeping me in place. I came harder, and he thrust one last time in me, shouting out his release.
My legs floated off his shoulders as he eased back before laying next to me on the plush carpet…which I barely noticed. I nearly laughed aloud at myself. I’d been so tuned to him, to wanting him, to my lust, I hadn’t even thought of the carpet I’d been kneeling on.
“You called me ‘Master,’” he said, more than a little smug.
I turned to him and rolled a finger under my collar. “And you fucked me silly.”
He lifted his eyebrow at me. I understood the silent question. Damn, but that was hot how he did that. I think I just have it bad for him. No, I know I do.
Well, though completely submissive in his arms, I was still a sassy brat. “I thought we were stating the obvious,” I replied.
He rolled over so he towered over me again, his weight holding me immobile. “You really like being punished, don’t you, my pet?”
Though just satiated, my pussy quivered at his dominant position.
He smiled. “I will have to punish you a lot, I think. I won’t always be this lenient. You are still learning. You want to be punished?”
“Yes,” I answered, my voice cracking as I began to imagine ways he might find to punish me.
He laughed now, then flipped me so that I sat over him. “We can start by you taking off that dress and sucking me hard again.”
My eyes widened. More? Oh yes, please. I worked the latex dress off and went to work as ordered. After all, he was the boss…