by KB Alan
“Sir, may I…push the plug?”
He grinned. “You may.”
She reseated the plug, washed her hands, and resumed cooking. When the chicken and squash were baking and the rice was simmering, she turned to look at him.
“How much time do we have?” he asked.
“Twenty minutes. I set the timer.”
He nodded. He gestured to the chair across from him, which was still facing the kitchen. “Take a seat, hands behind the chair.” When she’d complied, he snapped the cuffs together again. “I’ll be right back.”
He went into the bedroom and studied the nipple clamps he’d brought. He may have gone a little overboard, but he’d been dreaming about seeing her breasts, and being able to decorate them. Making a selection, he returned to the kitchen.
“Hook your feet around the chair legs.”
She didn’t hesitate, her eyes trained on him. Soon, they’d take a break. Eat dinner. Decompress. But first, he’d adorn her magnificent tits.
Her nipples were still puckered, though not enough. He went to his knees in front of her and nuzzled the smooth flesh of her breasts, licked the little red spots from the thorns, inhaled the scent of Natalie and leather. He licked her pebbled areola, then he pulled her nipple into his mouth, pulsing it gently with his tongue.
When it was firm, he let it go and looked. Deep purplish red, glistening with his saliva. He checked her face. She looked like she needed to be fucked.
“Do you like when I play with your breasts?” he asked.
She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s lucky, then, because I’m very fond of them.” He held up the nipple clamps. They were shaped like crowns, blunted prongs that would dig into her flesh, and a strong magnet that would hold the crown in place, pinching her nipple. He’d tested the magnets, and they weren’t super strong. Enough that they would stay on, for sure, and she would feel the pressure, but not actual pain.
He showed her the crown. “Pretty, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pushed the prongs into her skin and inserted one side of the magnet, then the other, watching her face carefully. No sign of pain. He cupped the breast in his hand while he took her other nipple into his mouth and prepared it. When the second clamp was secured, he dropped back to his heels and studied her.
Fucking gorgeous. He wished he could take a picture. Her flushed skin surrounded by the leather harness, her beautifully crowned nipples, the need for more in her eyes. He decided to share the pleasure of what he was seeing. Rising, he put a hand under her arm.
“Up you go.”
He led her into the bathroom and turned her to face the mirror. His hands on her shoulders, he let her take in the beauty that she was.
Her eyes went wide.
“Even better than I’d imagined,” he said. “And I was imagining you looking pretty fucking amazing.”
“Wow.”
He smiled. “I’m going to fuck your tits before we leave this cabin,” he promised.
Her mouth opened into a little O.
“You’ve done so well today. Do you think you deserve to come?” He slid one hand down to cup it between her legs.
“Yes, Sir. I mean, I don’t know, Sir. But I would like to, please.”
He smiled at her reflection, nuzzled her ear. “Nicely said, Petal.”
Sliding two fingers into her welcoming heat, he eased the heal of his hand against her clit, increasing the pressure as her eyelids went to half-mast and her head fell back to his shoulder.
Her hands scrabbled, latching onto his shirt. He nudged her butt with his thigh, so that she’d feel the plug. A tiny grunt escaped her.
“Can you come for me like this?” he asked. “You look incredible. My leather wrapped around your amazing breasts, holding your throat. Wearing my plug, my clamps holding your nipples tight, your cunt clutching my fingers like you don’t want to let me go.”
She muscles spasmed around his fingers and he ground harder against her clit. “I—I—I think so, Sir.”
“I want to watch your juices run down your thigh and hear you scream loud enough that I’ll be glad we didn’t open any windows.”
Her breath was hitching now. He looked down and watched as he added a third finger. Her toes were curled under her, her grip on his shirt tightened.
He drew his fingers from her, which caused her to whine, which turned to a panting shriek as he pinched her clit, then fucked her hard with his fingers. She ground herself against his palm before going rigid in his arms, coming with a long cry. He kept his fingers inside her, moving slowly, his palm still. Her toes uncurled and her fingers relaxed. The plug dropped to the floor with a thuddy little bounce.
She opened her eyes at that, a worried look on her face.
“I was going to help with that, but it was next on the agenda.”
Her tired smile of relief was pure sweetness. He took out two fingers, and hooked the other to find her G-spot. Her eyes went wide with shock and she came again, squirting into his hand.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed.
“Nicely done.” He kissed her temple.
She blinked at him. He pulled free from her and used both hands to separate the nipple clamps. A tiny gasp was all she managed, but he soothed her nipples, for longer than was probably necessary. When he was sure she could stand on her own, he washed his hands and dried them, then unhooked and removed her cuffs. He handed her the butt plug and nodded to the cleanser he’d left next to the sink.
“You wash this while I do the rest.”
She did as he asked, and he removed the ankle cuffs and unbuckled the chest harness. When her throat was naked, he dropped a kiss on it. She was drying her hands when the buzzer sounded from the kitchen.
“We’re breaking the scene now, all right? Go ahead and put on your robe,” he told her. “I’ll get the rice.”
Her eyes were still a little dazed when she made it back into the kitchen. He stopped fluffing the rice and went to her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “If you set the table, I’ll get the chicken.”
“Okay.”
Soon they were at the table. He was starving.
“This is great,” he told her when he’d demolished half of it. The chicken was baked to crispy perfection, the vegetables roasted with Italian seasoning, and the rice simple and fluffy.
She smiled and looked up at him. “Thanks. Wow. This is kind of weird.”
He nodded. “Tell me.”
“No, it’s fine, it’s good.”
“No, really. Tell me. I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“Oh.” She took another bite. “I guess…it’s not what I was expecting.”
“You were thinking I’d keep you tied up the whole time?”
“Maybe ninety percent of the time,” she admitted.
“It will come, I promise. This part is really more mental. There are a couple more variations of waiting on your Dom that I want to try, and then we can move on. But consider what we’ve done and how much it can depend on your mindset. I’m guessing you had a different mindset while putting the groceries away than you did while cooking. But both were the same ask. Your top asked you to do a thing for him, while he did something else.”
She frowned over a bit of squash, then nodded.
“You could have spent the time you put away the groceries thinking happy thoughts about accomplishing this for me—for us—while also giving me the pleasure of viewing my property in a way that I enjoy. But I’m guessing that’s not what you were thinking.”
Now her eyes went a little wide.
He reached out and put a hand on your arm. “That was not criticism. You did nothing wrong.” He gave her arm a squeeze and let go. “Keep in mind that I’m the one teaching here, so if I expect you to do something, I’ll tell you. I can’t tell you how to feel, or think, but I could have coached you into the right headspace, or at least enough that you knew what to try for.”
Another thoughtful
frown.
“For some, the most important part of their submission is the quiet time. Or the service. Doing their top’s laundry when they’re not even home to watch, cleaning the kitchen while naked, sitting at their feet at the end of the day. For some, it’s a gift to their top. For some, it’s like meditation. Or any combination. Tonight you’re going to get naked, serve me a beer, and sit naked at my feet while I read. Tomorrow, we’ll do one more thing. That’s not to say this will show you all the varieties of this kind of service. There are as many varieties as there are relationships between people.”
“Okay. Right. And when you learn meditation you have to work up to it, so just because you can’t do it for long now, doesn’t mean you can’t build that ability.”
“Exactly. Plus, consider that if the point of sitting at your Dom’s feet is to focus on your devotion to him or her—or, I should say them. You have my permission to point out to me when my language isn’t inclusive.” It was something he was trying to retrain his brain on, and it was harder than he’d assumed.
“Good point. Please do the same with me.”
“If you’re to focus on your devotion to this person, on what pleases them and how simply doing as they’ve asked is one of those things, then it would stand to reason that it would be much easier to do that once you’ve gotten to know that person. The point here is that things will change and evolve with you, and with your relationship. Something you hate this weekend might end up being your favorite thing with the right person. This is more to open your mind to the possibilities than to create hard limits that you never reexamine. And to give context to things that are just a list on a limits sheet right now.”
“That makes sense.” She nodded as she leaned back in her chair, her plate empty.
He figured it was time to let her brain rest from all things BDSM. “If you’re up to it, we can go take a walk outside, before the sun sets.”
“It’s a great cabin. You said your friend owns it?”
“My uncle’s brother, actually. But also, my friend.”
Her nose scrunched up. “Wouldn’t that be your uncle?”
He polished off his last bite of chicken and drank the last of his water. “My uncle Paul was my mother’s brother. He married my uncle Leon when I was ten, so I just considered them both my uncles. Uncle Leon’s brother Cedric owns the cabin.”
“Gotcha. Was?”
He nodded. “Uncle Paul got Leukemia. I came out to help them when things got bad, about seven years ago. He passed away a year later. And I stayed. I spend the holidays with Uncle Leon and his family.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about Paul. That must have been difficult, coming out here to do that.”
“Thanks.” He picked up his plate and hers, and headed into the kitchen while she grabbed their glasses and napkins. “When I graduated high school, I wasn’t really thrilled with the idea of going to college. Sitting in a classroom all day wasn’t my thing. I’d built up the mowing into a small landscaping business. My parents were great about not pressuring me into school, though they would have preferred it. But I was still at loose ends and when Paul told us he was sick, I was the one in the best position to come help. Leon’s family is great, and Paul was close to them, but they were all working or had little kids. They couldn’t give up their jobs like I could. It made sense. I was glad to spend that time with him.”
There was no dishwasher, something Cedric moaned about but probably wouldn’t change anytime soon. Noah started washing while Natalie put away the butter and soy sauce and grabbed a towel to dry.
“It sounds like you have a lot of family,” she said as they worked together.
“I do. I wish you had that, as well.”
She turned and shot him a beaming smile. “But I do. Annalise and her family have made it clear to me that I’m not a guest. I’m not a friend. I’m one of them.” She shrugged. “Do I miss my aunt and uncle and cousin and wish we could be part of their lives? Absolutely. But I won’t be alone when my grandparents pass. I’ve been slowly hinting to my mom that she should move up here when she retires.”
He didn’t let the fact that his hand was wet and sudsy stop him from putting his hand on her cheek to hold her still for a kiss.
The emotion in Noah’s eyes when he leaned in to kiss her completely distracted her from the fact that his hand was wet. He pulled back from the kiss and used the towel in her hand to wipe her cheek dry.
“I’m glad,” he told her, then turned back to the last of the dishes.
“I am, too. Sometimes I think about the fact that the first time I met Annalise, and she invited me over, I actually said no. Just being shy. But she pushed, and I went, and it was so easy after that.”
He hung the towel up to dry. “She’s a good person, and you two make a great team. Why don’t you put on some clothes, and we’ll take that walk.”
The way he said it, like she’d just been lazing around the house all day instead of the fact that she’d been following his orders…she stuck her tongue out at him. He pretended to snap a bite at her and she laughed and turned away.
It almost felt strange putting on her clothes. She checked her watch. It was only a little after seven. She’d been there less than four hours. Bizarre. He held his hand out to her when she joined him on the porch, and they walked to the water first.
“It’s not a big pond, I think only about half a mile long. Cedric loves to fly fish. His wife likes to swim and snorkel.”
The air was thick and humid, which suddenly made her realize that the cabin had been very comfortable. Not hot, but not too cool on her naked skin, either. She’d been so nervous when she’d first gone in and stripped that she hadn’t thought about it.
“How did you make sure the air-conditioning was on the right setting before we got here?” she asked.
“They’ve got it set up to a smart thermostat. I used my phone when I got to your place, before I came upstairs.”
She could see two canoes slowly making their way past, along the far shore. It looked like a woman and a teenager. “I love the extra sunlight this time of year. It’s when I start to do things like join a book club or go to the gym to start swimming laps, or decide that I should take a foreign language class. But then when I’m coming home from work in the dark, I just want to curl up on my couch and hibernate.”
He nodded. “Let’s walk.” He tugged her hand and started back toward the cabin. “My job is very defined by the seasons, obviously. And I enjoy certain aspects of all of them. But I definitely feel like I get more out of the day in the summer than the winter. Which is weird, it’s the same number of hours.”
“Exactly!” She shot him a grin, then almost stumbled. He was smiling that smile again. With the little crinkles next to his eyes. He was too freaking sexy for her sanity. She looked down, as if to be sure of her footing. They’d left the path that led between the cabin and the pond, and he was leading her into the woods. Within only a few feet, she felt like they were in their own little world. She couldn’t see the water, where people might be, couldn’t hear the road.
He pointed. “Way over there, that break just downhill, that’s the closest neighbor.”
It was like he was reading her mind again. She still hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “I need to get out of the city more often,” she said.
“Nature feeds the soul. Then again, so does an abundance of restaurants.”
Her laughter had several birds taking flight.
They kept going until they reached a tree that was wider than she was. He pointed up. A rough tree house was nestled into the branches. They moved around to the other side, where a ladder had been built alongside a rope with knots every foot or so.
“Originally it was just the rope, but we put the ladder in a few years ago.”
“How fun. Can we go up?”
“Sure.”
“I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been in a real tree house.” She climbed up first, using the ladder. Whe
n she reached the top, she used the rope to help pull herself over. The space was about six feet square, bigger than she’d expected.
Four collapsed camp chairs were leaning against one wall, and a shelf had been built into another. There was a window with a beautiful view of the pond. “This is pretty cool.”
“It’s a little silly, since we were adults when Cedric decided to build it. Why do you need a tree house when you have a perfectly good lake house? But his kids will have kids eventually, and they’ll get a kick out of it. For now, we come out here once in a while when it’s not too hot.”
“I think it’s great,” she reiterated. She considered using the rope to go down, but decided she had enough physical adventures coming up for the weekend, no need to waste herself when there was a perfectly good ladder she could use. She backed down and waited for him to do the same.
“Let’s head back, the sun will be setting soon and it will get dark fast.”
He pointed out some interesting plants to her on the way back, and even some tracks that they pretended to have a clue what they could be for. She settled on beaver, having no idea if that was even possible, and he was equally insistent they were fox tracks.
They sat on the Adirondack chairs on the porch and watched the sun sink behind the trees. When the light was nearly gone, he turned to her. “Are you ready to play?”
It was hard to imagine not being ready to play, when Noah was the one doing the asking. Then again, she’d enjoyed this interlude of dinner and a walk, just as Natalie and Noah.
She held her hand out to him in answer. His gaze was full of approval and he stood, pulling her from the chair. When he closed the door behind her, he took her head in his hands and dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“Strip, grab me a beer, and meet me at the couch.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It was still hard to take her clothes off. Hadn’t she just been thinking it was weird to put them on? The couch was perpendicular to the door, so she could see Noah settle into a seat, without looking directly at him. Which meant he could see her, as well. She was determined to do as he’d asked, no hesitation. She managed it, though it took force of will when she reached her underwear. As she walked to the kitchen, she had the bizarre feeling of thinking she was too naked, but not because of her lack of underclothes. It was that she hadn’t had to do anything he’d asked of her, since she got into his car, without his collar around her neck.