by Jamie Knight
“If you shared one with me, I might show you some mercy and allow you to come.” He moved his fingers down to my clit and flicked the engorged bud back and forth. I pressed back, silently pleading for him to give me the release I would kill for.
He chuckled. “Not going to happen yet. That’s if I allow it to happen at all. If you want something from me, then I want something in return.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t tell you what I fantasize about.” And I couldn’t. Sometimes I couldn’t even admit my fantasies to myself. My mind often traveled down a dark and dirty path that at times shocked me.
“Don’t feel embarrassed. Tell me.” He pinched my clit harder, and I cried out. Before I’d even realized what had happened, his palm came down on my right butt cheek, and I cried out again.
“If you want me to smack your ass until you’re red raw, you’ll do what I asked. Don’t react. Don’t make a sound.” He smoothed his hand over the area he’d smacked, easing the sting. “Tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies, pet. You never know, one day it might come true.”
I took several deep breaths, started to talk, but then stopped. He circled the fingertip around and around my clit, leaving me teetering but still not allowing me to go over. “I—I… I sometimes imagine I’m bound and helpless. My arms are above my head, and I’m sort of reclining on a padded bench.”
I closed my eyes and pictured the scene. “I’m wearing a leather bustier, but my boobs are on show. I’m not wearing any panties. I’m wearing heels, and my ankles are strapped to the end of the bench. I’m blindfolded, and I don’t know what you have in store for me. After you’ve sucked my nipples into points, you place clamps on them. You finger me so hard I squirt when I come. And then... and then you—”
“Go on, pet.”
“You, uh, you turn me around and paddle my ass.”
He smoothed his hand hypnotically around each ass cheek, brushing his fingertips around the crease of each one.
“What else?”
“You fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. You cover my body in your come and I massage it over my body.” Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard enough to hurt. Arousal trickled from my pussy and down my inner thighs. What I was telling him was one of my favorite fantasies. I didn’t think I ever wanted it to come true, but maybe deep down I did. Perhaps that was why I was sharing it with him.
Silence filled the trailer. Did he think what I’d said was disgusting and depraved? Finally, he blew out a long, harsh breath.
“Fuck. I’m as hard as a fucking rock.” He released my hair and dropped down on his knees behind me. “I have to taste you.” He buried his head between my legs. His tongue stabbed my pussy before he moved down to my clit where he sucked hard.
My legs trembled and gave way, and I thanked God I was leaning over the stool. Otherwise, I would have collapsed.
Need coiled in my stomach, and my hips rocked back and forth as James ate and licked me like a starving man.
I couldn’t hold back.
I climaxed on his face, sobbed his name, and moaned at the strength of the sensations claiming me.
While I was still drifting down, and as the aftershocks rippled through me, he picked me up and sat me on the sofa. He unzipped his pants and took his magnificent, wide and thick cock out.
He curled his fingers around his width. “You want this, don’t you, pet? You want this in your pussy, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Speak freely.”
“I want you, sir. I want your cock.”
Reaching up, I cupped my breasts and thumbed my still hard nipples.
“Drop your hands,” he barked. “I only said you could speak, not touch yourself.”
Obediently, I dropped my hands. James jerked his palm up and down his cock roughly, showing himself no mercy. His eyes remained locked on my body while my eyes remained locked on his cock.
I’d never watched a man pleasure himself before. And I liked it. A lot. I wanted to touch myself again. To massage my clit and pinch my nipples. My body strained for a second release. Something I might have to wait to do until James was asleep.
“Grab my balls,” he ordered. “Take them in your hands.”
Doing as he asked, I reached out and took the velvety sacs in my palm and squeezed gently.
Concentration strained his face, almost like he was in pain, and his neck muscles corded. “Fuck.” A second later, hot come spurted from his dick and landed on my stomach and breasts.
“Now you can touch yourself, pet. Rub my cum over your tits and stomach. You’re mine. You might think after we leave this trailer, you’re not, but you are.”
****
Winter sun streamed in through the bedroom window, and I blinked awake unsure if last night had been a dream or real.
The heavy, muscular arm draped across my stomach told me that, no, it hadn’t been a dream and that last night had been very real.
He’d called me his pet, which I guessed was something he would call me when we did whatever we did. It wasn’t something he would ever call me in the office. I could picture Susan’s face. She would have a heart attack if the word pet inadvertently slipped out during a meeting.
I wasn’t sure what he expected from me going forward. Was last night a one-off thing, or had he meant what he said after he’d covered my stomach and boobs in his cum? Did I now belong to him? Was I his? People said lots of crazy stuff they didn’t mean when lost in a lust haze.
The man in the office and the man lying behind me were two vastly different people. How was it possible that someone I barely knew had so much power over me and could make me ache to do anything and everything to please him?
We wouldn’t be in this fantasy world for long. I should learn as much as he was willing to teach me and enjoy every second of what he offered. I wasn’t stupid enough to think this was real or that we had a relationship. It was all role play. Hadn’t he admitted he wasn’t looking for a relationship? Besides, I didn’t want a relationship with someone who loathed love the way he did.
While I wasn’t ready for love, I would be one day, and until that time, I had to remind my thudding heart it couldn’t fall for James because it would end up broken.
I wouldn’t tell Bella about this weekend. If I even mentioned we’d kissed, she would want every single detail. I wasn’t ready to share last night with anyone. Not even with my BFF.
What had happened between James and me was a secret and not something I wanted to share with the world. Being with him didn’t embarrass me. It was because I didn’t understand what was happening between us—if anything.
James shifted. His hand brushed against my nipple. My breath caught, and I rolled my teeth between my lips to stop from moaning. If his hand brushed between my legs, he would find me soaked.
“What’s going through that busy mind of yours?” he murmured.
“Nothing,” I lied.
In a flash of movement, I was on my back with my arms pinned above my head. He gave me a sexy if somewhat sleepy smile.
“You need to understand, pet, that when your master asks you a question, you have to answer him truthfully. What had you so lost in your thoughts?”
“I was thinking about last night. I woke up not knowing if it was real or if I’d dreamt it.”
He laughed and rubbed his hard dick against my mound. “Does this feel like a dream, or does it feel real?”
My back arched, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to have him slide into me. “Very real, sir.”
“That’s what I figured.” For a few moments, he hovered above me, staring down.
Would he take me now? Would we make love? Would we fuck?
“What are you thinking about now?”
I pressed my pussy against him, hoping he’d get the hint. “What makes you think I’m thinking about anything?”
“Because you’ve got tiny frown lines between y
our brows. You look cute and sexy when you’re lost in thought. It’s the same look you have when you’re deliberating over something in the office. I find it endearing.”
“I’m thinking we’re going to be stuck here for at least another day. The weather forecast has predicted more snow.”
He released my arms and rolled off me. That was the wrong thing to say.
“Is there somewhere I can go to get a signal?”
“Not unless you want to hike up the mountain. Since we don’t have snowshoes or any hiking equipment, that would be a dumb idea.” I reached out and placed my hand on his stomach. My fingertips touching off the tip of his erection. Would he take the hint now?
“It looks like you’re stuck without being able to contact the rest of the world. What are you going to do?” I draped a leg over his thigh.
He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. “First, we’re going to get up and eat. I can’t have my pet collapsing from hunger. What kind of master would that make me?”
“That’s all?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment. He must regret what happened between us.
“If you’re going to keep up with me, you need to have some energy.”
I grinned. “So last night wasn’t a mistake?”
“Last night was a lot of things. A mistake wasn’t one of them. It seems like you didn’t hear a word I said. When I said you were mine, I meant it. That goes for when we get back to New York. If you don’t believe that now, by the end of the day, you will.”
Chapter Eight - James
So much for deciding I wouldn’t make her my pet, and so much for not wanting to get involved with anyone from the office.
I had intended to wake up today, get in my car, serve that bastard Daniel with the papers, and then go back to New York. Not only did the weather Gods have different ideas, so did my dick.
Pearl blew my mind. She was responsive and eager. I hadn’t expected her to reveal one of her fantasies last night. What she shared was thrilling and erotic. My little pet was a sub through and through. Showing restraint with her hadn’t been easy, but I hadn’t wanted to scare her before we’d begun.
I had wanted to assert my power, my control, but I held back. If I’d done everything I’d wanted, she might have run out into the snow and all the way back to New York. She didn’t need to think she was stuck in a trailer in the middle of nowhere with an animal.
Plus, I needed her help with something. The rest of the month was filled with soul-sucking holiday parties. Something I dreaded, but there was one party I looked forward to every year. Some of the guys I’d grown up with and had gone to college with, along with some of my closest friends from the scene, all got together in Vermont for a Christmas kink party. This year, Pearl would be my ideal plus one.
I rolled off the bed, and my dick cursed me out. She’d been obvious about what she hoped would happen between us.
There would be time enough to fuck later. Right now, we needed to eat, and I needed to lay down a few rules. If we both agreed, we could have something mutually beneficial for both of us.
Pearl didn’t understand the situation she was getting herself into. I had to clarify my expectations before we went any further.
If she wanted a weekend of fun, I could make that happen. Then, whenever we got back to the real world, we could go back to the way things were before. She would be a junior associate at the firm and nothing more. But if she agreed to be my pet for the rest of the month, or perhaps longer, then she needed to consider a few things. I wasn’t a hard taskmaster, but I would expect her to listen and comply.
Professionally, our relationship wouldn’t change, but privately, it would.
“I’m going for a shower,” she huffed.
I was tempted to join her, but I would give her some space. The events of the past twelve hours or so had been a surprise for both of us. She needed time to think, as did I.
When I woke beside her this morning, it would have been easy to slip inside her and continue where we had left off. Did I want to fuck her? Of course. What red-blooded man wouldn’t? But she wasn’t ready for that step yet, and truthfully, I wasn’t sure if I was either.
Twenty minutes later, she sauntered out of the bathroom, smelling delicious enough to eat. Her hair hung in long, damp strands, and she wore clothes she’d rummaged from the wardrobe.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked. “We can maybe try to go for a hike or…”
I tapped my fingertips against my chin and studied her. A rosy glow flushed her cheeks, and mischievousness danced in her eyes.
“What did you do in the shower?”
“Nothing,” she replied, avoiding eye contact.
“Did you masturbate?”
She shook her head but still wouldn’t make eye contact.
Silence followed, but the awkwardness didn’t bother me. Dust covering the DVDs seemed to take her interest, followed by the shape of her nails.
“If you want to learn about my world and what’s expected from a sub, I’m more than happy to train and teach you, but I expect compliance, and I expect you to be truthful.” I noticed how her breath caught. She laced her fingers in front of her stomach and closed her eyes. Her lips moved as if she were going over the possibilities.
“I’ll ask you again, what did you do in the shower?”
Her eyes opened, and she blinked slowly. “I, uh, I used the shower spray against my clit.”
I clucked my tongue. “Since I haven’t given you a set of rules yet, I’ll let you off with a warning. From now on, you can’t touch yourself without my permission. Understand?”
“What? That’s not—”
“Then I see we’re done here.”
She fisted her hands by her sides. “I understand, sir.”
“Good. There’s something I want to ask you. I need your help, and I hope you’ll say yes.”
“That depends what it is.”
“The month of December has always been a headache. It’s filled with networking and parties. I have women coming on to me constantly, and one in particular who won’t take no for an answer.”
“Poor you.”
“They’re out for a husband. If I have you on my arm, then I can get through the holiday season unscathed. For the next few weeks until the New Year, I need you to be my plus one.”
“You’re what?”
“My date.”
“What about Lyla?”
“Lyla and I ended things months ago.”
“You should tell her that. I saw her in your office last week.”
“I did. She knows. What’s your answer? We’ll both get a lot from this if you agree.”
She shook her head. “It seems like you’re going to get a hell of a lot more out of it than I will.”
“We’re both going to get the same. I’ll introduce you to the club scene and other Doms. You’ll be by my side and keep the wolves at bay.”
“What about work? What about the Chastain case?”
“Things at the office won’t change. As soon as I serve the papers to Daniel, we’ll have done the hard part. He’ll give Michelle what she wants and move on with his new girlfriend.”
Her brows drew together. “I don’t know.”
“Are you trying to say you don’t have an interest in the lifestyle? In BDSM? What was it you told your friend on the phone? That you wanted to find yourself a Dom who would introduce you to the world of sex clubs and BDSM?”
“I know… but… that’s not… I do… It’s just…”
“Remember what I said about being truthful? I’m your master.”
“But you’re not my master are you? And I’m not a sub. Last night was fun, and whatever will happen today, I’m sure, will be fun, but it’s not really real, is it?”
“Isn’t it? What are you afraid of? You’re a sub, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. Give me a couple of weeks, and I guarantee by the end of them, you’ll k
now exactly what you are and what you aren’t. Last night you were dripping wet. And your fantasy told me more than I needed to know.”
I pointed at her chest. “Take your sweater off. You’re aroused right now, aren’t you? Show me your tits. I bet your nipples are hard.”
Fire flamed her cheeks, and she shook her head. “If my nipples are hard, it’s because I’m cold.”
“Stop lying to me and stop lying to yourself, Pearl. Last warning.” I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of the world’s worst coffee. “Why are you holding yourself back?”
She gritted her teeth and smacked her fists against her thighs. “Because this is all new to me. I’m afraid I won’t do things right. What if I do things all wrong? What if all I’m worthy of is punishment?”
My heart softened. If I wanted things to go the way I hoped, I needed to go easier on her. Shame on me for not taking her inexperience into consideration. “Pet, there’s no right or wrong. If it feels good, do it. If it doesn’t, don’t. You have a safe word for a reason. I’ll guide you every step of the way.”
Her fists relaxed, and her shoulders lowered. “If we do this, and I haven’t said yes yet, we need to remain professional at work. I don’t want anything to get in the way of getting a promotion in the New Year. Does anyone there know about you? Your lifestyle?”
“Everything that happens is between us. People at work know I’m a control freak, but that’s all.”
“Are all the parties sex parties? Will I have to crawl across the floor naked and kiss your feet?”
I laughed softly. “At a few parties, I’ll expect certain things, but everyone is discreet. There will be no crawling on the floor naked and no kissing my feet. Most of the parties will be boring and filled with people networking.”
She gnawed her lips, then licked them. “We should see how the rest of this weekend goes before we decide. Kind of like a trial period.”
Chapter Nine - Pearl
Who was I kidding? I already knew I would agree to be his plus one and his pet, but I didn’t want to seem too eager.