Chapter Eight
For the second time in a few hours, Patrick watched his pet sleep. She sprawled over the bed like someone not used to sharing. He hoped to hell that was a fact and not a figment of his fevered imagination. Every so often she sighed and smiled like a cat that had got the cream. Her gorgeous hair spread over the pillows as she cuddled her arms around herself. Her long legs, legs he could imagine twined around him, scissored a few times before she touched his ankle, rolled toward him, put her head on his pillow, and anchored herself to him.
Patrick turned onto his side, propped himself on his elbow, and stared at her as the room lightened and showed her in all her gorgeousness. The evidence of his climax was dotted over her breasts and belly. He hadn’t even had the chance to clean her up before she’d drifted off into the land of nod, and he had no intention of waking her up; he’d prefer her to rest. He had plans for later.
Satisfied beyond measure, Patrick lowered himself to the pillows and joined her in sleep. Only to be woken up by the heat of something enclosing his semi-erect cock and laving it. He went from sleepy to wide awake in a nanosecond. Caness looked up from his groin where she sucked his dick like a favorite flavor of lollypop.
“Well hello there.” Her words rumbled over his cock and reverberated through him. “I thought it was time to wake up.”
He grinned. “Because you needed a pee?”
She giggled without taking her mouth off his prick and shook her head. That movement was interesting. His cock shook in time to her movements and hardened to the point of ‘ready or not, here I come’.
Whoa boy, hold on.
“I did that while you were asleep,” she mumbled and then sucked hard on his peen. His ass lifted from the bed and he saw stars. The way her teeth slid over his cock without scoring the skin was enough to bring tears to his eyes and for him break out in a sweat.
“Sheesh, pet, that’s fucking fantastic, but unless you want me to come now, you’ll need to ease…” She lifted her head enough for him to see the wicked glint in her eyes and fondled his balls at the same time as taking him so deep he’d swear he tickled her tonsils.
“Oh…ah fuck it to hell, shit… argh…” He came so fast and furious everything went black.
That was a first.
By the time he had the energy to open his eyes, Caness had shifted to rest her head on his chest and was idly twisting the whorls of hair on his chest around her pinkie.
“You know, this is a first for me,” she said and tugged on one strand hard enough to make him wince.
He picked up her other hand and kissed each finger. “Going down on a guy? Surely not? You do it so fucking well.”
“Thank you. No, not that. Forgetting the condom and spending the night. I never ever do that. Especially after scening.” She was silent for a moment. “Not that I’ve done a lot of scening.”
Patrick was content just to watch her as she struggled to express herself. If it was confession time, he could say the same thing. He played and at the appropriate time said good-bye. That hadn’t entered his mind this time.
“Actually, if this is confess-fest, I’ll own up to something else,” she said in such a low voice he had to strain to hear her. “I’ve never ever had sex in a scene. Or with a Dom. I’ve always kept the two sides of myself apart.”
She had? “Why?” he asked bluntly. “And why change for me?”
Caness shrugged. “I wanted to? I honestly can’t say any more than that. It just seemed right. That I was going to submit my all to you, not just part of me.”
“Pet, that’s the nicest, most honest, and most bloody arousing thing I’ve ever heard,” Patrick said truthfully. “And in return, I’ll be as open with you. I can’t say I’ve never had sex with a sub, because I have. But I’ve never spent a night afterwards. Or wanted to until tonight.”
She sniffed and he saw tears glint on her lashes. “Hey, why cry? It’s not that bad, is it?” Patrick searched his mind to discover what he’d said that affected her so badly. “I won’t if you don’t want me to. I’ll kick you out every time. Or I’ll leave. Or we won’t make love or ooft!” She’d shut him up by putting her hand over his mouth.
“Stop talking rot, Sir. I’m crying because I’m happy. Because I’ve discovered something about myself this last night, that I hadn’t realized. I’d never been truly fulfilled by sex, scening, or a Sir. Not until now. Now I’m greedy and I want it all. With you, My Sir, if I may?”
His heart swelled. “Why, pet, I thought you’d never ask.”
“So can we, Sir?”
“I’d be annoyed if we didn’t, my pet.”
She made a guttural noise in her throat and then something that sounded like a purr, before she lifted herself up to kneel next to him on the bed. Patrick stared at her torso.
“You didn’t wash my cum off?” He traced the telltale streaks from her breasts to her clit.
Caness shook her head. “It was something of you to hold on to and hope you’d attend to. My badge of honor. My Sir did this.”
He chuckled. “You scare me, pet. My pet. I foresee so much fun and well yeah, sheer terror ahead.”
“Terror?” she asked in a puzzled tone. “How come?”
“That you’ll say no to something I want,” Patrick said honestly. “If I want something you’d hate I’d be gutted.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Gut away if it’s a ball gag.”
He signed a downstroke in the air. “No ball gags. Ordinary gags?”
“In your dreams.” She shook her head. “No gags ever. I’ll have to learn not to be mouthy.”
Patrick laughed. “That’ll be the day.”
“Yes, well.” Caness sniggered. “I’ll try. But now, anyway, what next?” She sat up on her haunches and looked at him expectantly. “If we’re not going into work and all.”
Patrick looked at her, considering. He might as well ask. She can only say no.
“Are you sore? Want to be vanilla for a while? Talk things over? Check the typhoon chart?”
“Eat a bagel, read a book, play checkers?” she responded with a grin. “No, thank you. What else can you suggest?”
“Breakfast?”
“I don’t eat breakfast. Next?”
Patrick swung off the bed, and lifted her to stand next to him. “How do you feel about a little wax play?”
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“Wax…” She blinked and took in his deliberately blank expression. Obviously her answer mattered. Why did he think she might say no? With a jolt of awareness, Caness remembered how she’d first reacted to pain. How best to explain to him that every other play session had been about orgasms forced or withheld, never pain. Pain was something new to her, something she’d never been inclined to experience before him.
“I think,” she said slowly and forcefully, “I’d love to see what you’d do to me with wax.”
He let his breath out in one long whoosh. “Then, pet, perhaps we can go and shower. I want you clean, no cum on you, nothing at all. The wax wants a clean, dry skin to play with.” He kissed her nose. “Give me two minutes, and I’ll have the shower ready.” He grinned. “And have gone for a pee.”
“I need a shower cap,” she called as he left the room. A sealed package appeared in the air above her seconds later. Caness grabbed it, sat on the end of the bed and undid the wrapper, then laughed out loud. The shower cap was covered with pictures of Shibari ropes and handcuffs. She pushed her hair under it and looked at herself in the mirror. How not to seduce and influence someone. She looked like a clown. Caness practiced making faces to suit that description.
Two minutes later Patrick reappeared and took her hand. “Ohh sexy elf. Our shower awaits, my lady.”
Caness bobbed a curtsey. “Thank you, kind Sir, I feel more like a clown than an elf, but anyway, lead on.”
He did and Caness was happy to stand under the spray and let him lather soap on her skin, and wash her thoroughly, before he rinsed her off with a handheld attachment. The water he directed on her pussy made her squirm, and he laughed.
“Okay, no more subbie torture at the moment. Let’s get you dried off and down into the playroom.” He turned the shower off and wrapped her in a big terry towel. “Stand still until I towel myself down.”
Her eyes widened. “Playroom?” He hadn’t mentioned that earlier.
“Hmm?” Patrick dried her thoroughly. So thoroughly she was more than half way to coming by the time he stopped and looked up at her. “Oh yes, playroom. Otherwise known as the maid’s room. I don’t have a maid and it’s a perfect room for the few things I want here.” He lifted her into his arms. “For instance, wax play.”
That made sense. Even so she couldn’t stop her heartbeat speeding up, and a frisson of something new flooding her. Not excitement and not panic. Curiosity maybe?
No, it was more than that. Content to accept she wanted to know what was in store for her, but not until Patrick deemed it time, Caness pulled her shower cap off and stared at it.
“Drop it for now, pet. I’ll sort it later.”
She did as he commanded and as her hair fell free over her back and shoulders, shook her head so it settled into the curls it had without a judicious application of straighteners. Patrick groaned. “I could have wet dreams about your hair. I swear one day soon, I’m going to tie you up with it.” He began to walk rapidly out of the room and headed downstairs. “And then I’m going to fuck your ass, pet. As I spank you until you float.”
The pictures that created made her wet. Very wet. Caness groaned as her juices coated her thighs. “Ah…”
“Ah, yes, eh pet?”
“Yes, Sir.” There was no other answer she could give.
He chuckled as he kicked open the remodeled maid’s room and bumped it shut with his ass. “Pet, you are perfect. Now then.” He set her down on the floor and stood back so she could look around the small room.
There wasn’t much in it. A St. Andrews cross by one wall, a spanking bench on the opposite wall, and under the high narrow window shrouded in blinds, a bed, similar to the ones found in any beauty salon. On the wall at either side of the door were two floor-to-ceiling cupboards, and next to the other door, the one that went into the garage, was a low set of shelves. It was clean and clinical, but somehow sexy and arousing.
She shivered. Uncharted territory and she could hardly wait.
“Color, pet?” She could hear the slight tremble of anxiety in his voice and made haste to answer him.
“Very green. I’m so bloody excited I’m shaking and God, well. Please Sir, what now?”
“Assume the position on that rug, and wait until I’m ready for you.” Patrick pointed to a thick shag pile rug a few yards away from the bed.
Clever. As she did as he asked and heard his chuckle, she understood what assuming the position would do—restrict her vision as she kept her head bent, and waited.
Even so it was hard not to conceal just how aroused she was. After all, the evidence from her cunt and clit now streaked her thighs as well.
Patrick whistled cheerfully as she heard doors and drawers open and close. “Still green, pet?”
Well duh. “Oh, er yes, Sir.”
“Can you keep your eyes closed or shall I blindfold you? Just until I have you as I want you.”
Oh god, what should I say? She wasn’t used to having to make choices like that.
“Your decision, Sir. I’m happy to abide by it.”
He laughed. “Cop out, love?”
“Probably, Sir.” Caness realized he wouldn’t go any further until she answered one way or another. She took a deep breath. She knew her weaknesses and nosiness was high on the list. “Please blindfold me, Sir. Then I can’t accidently open my eyes.”
“Sensible. You wouldn’t want a punishment here.” His deep voice curled around her like a security blanket. “You want pleasure. Crave it. And to please me you’ll do as I say.”
That was for sure.
“Lift your head a little but keep your eyes closed until I fix the blindfold.”
It took mere seconds for him to place a thick silky covering over her eyes and nose so she could breathe easily—thank goodness—but not see anything.
Then she was floating as Patrick, well she assumed it was he, and he hadn’t introduced anyone else into their scene, lifted her and deposited her on the bed. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it might be, but neither was it a feather mattress. However, the pillow under her head wasn’t a brick like she’d imagined. Caness wriggled so her head was where she was most comfortable and waited for what happened next.
“Pet, I’ll need to fasten you down for your own safety. Are you green with that?”
“Yes, Sir.” She almost added, “well I’d not be here else, would I,” but held it back. Sass had no place at this time.
“Good.” Her arms and legs were stretched a little and then she felt Patrick’s hands under the shackles testing them.
“I’m going to take your blindfold off in a second. First though.” Something wide and cold touched her throat, and then her head was lifted and put back down on the pillow. “Keep your eyes closed until I say otherwise.” Under her eyelids the darkness lightened. She did as he said for the count of ten in her mind before he spoke again. Ten seemed a hell of a long time when you had no idea what was happening.
“Now, pet, open your eyes.”
Hardly daring to breathe, she did as he asked and looked up to see him standing to one side of her, with candlelight behind and to each side of him. He wore nothing except a thick leather band around his neck and low slung denims.
Patrick held up a mirror. “Do you like what you see?”
She gasped. Around her neck and on her ankles and wrists was the silver hammered set she’d admired in the gallery window.
“I thought it fitting you wear it. It was made with you in mind, and I swore if you didn’t wear it I’d melt it down and make an urn with it.”
Made for me? She remembered what he’d said about waiting until the time was right to claim her. Then Caness remembered his other sentence.
“An urn?”
The twinkle in his eyes belied the grave expression on his face. “To hold the ashes of my shattered dreams.”
Oh my.
“Then, Sir, I’m honored to wear them.”
He bent and kissed her cheek. “Always?
“Yes, always. In bed, at work, on the beach. Anywhere possible. I’m proud to be yours, Sir.”
“Thank you, pet. Shall we seal our relationship? In wax?”
She shivered with aroused anticipation. Wax play was something she’d dreamed of, and given by Patrick it would seal their relationship, of that she was sure. “Oh yes, Sir.” Caness watched as he took a candle from a side table and lit it before he held it high above her torso.
“Special wax, love. Designed to create patterns on my sub. To sting, not burn.” He tilted the candle. “Remember to breathe.”
The wax slid towards her with agonizing slowness. As the first drop hit her skin just below her left breast she flinched. The second droplet landed to one side of the first and she winced. With the third, fourth and fifth she moaned softly and with the next however many she panted and screamed. “Yes…”
“Oh good, because I’ve so much more to give you.”
She watched through lowered lashes as Patrick changed candles and bent to his task once more. Pain became pleasure. Pleasure became ecstasy and ecstasy became a floating awareness that made her tremble and shiver. “I need, oh lord I need…” She thrashed her head from side to side.
Patrick put down the candle and pinched her clit. “Come now, pet.”
She came, thankful of the fetters and shackles as she shook and screamed. Heat from her skin became heat inside. Tingles became throbs as she lost all conscious thoughts and awareness.
When she had enough wits to open her eyes, she was still tied to the bed and Patrick sat on a stool next to her, holding one hand
“Ah ha, you’re back.” He kissed her gently. “Want water, chocolate, or to see what I’ve done?” She picked up on the anxious note in his voice immediately.
“All, three but in reverse order,” she said promptly.
Patrick smiled and the room became a brighter place. “Good girl. Let me get the mirror and show you. Then I can untie you and let you move.”
He walked across the room and wheeled a tall mirror forward to the bed before he angled it so she could see her body from head to toe.
“Remember it’s in reverse,” he said with a warning in his voice.
Reverse or not the three hearts were perfect. One around each breast and the third on her pussy mound. Thankfully, it was easy to decipher the words he crafted on her belly. My pet.
“Oh yes, Sir. Yours.”
“Mine. One day soon will you officially wear my collar, be mine forever?”
“Oh yes, Sir. I’m yours.” She couldn’t wait.
The End