From Sir, With Love

by Rachell Nichole

  He started with soft caresses over her ass and between her legs, rubbing gently against her sensitive flesh. The feather-light touches drove her mad within moments, making her moan. She wanted to push back against his hand, make him press against her more fully. She tensed, holding herself in check. Holding herself still. For him. She noticed a spot she missed on the counter and barely contained a laugh. His hand landed in a hard thwack on her right cheek and she cried out at the sudden sensation. He played with her like this for some time, caressing, rubbing, spanking. She was never sure which would come next, and the roiling sensations overwhelmed her.

  He thrummed her clit over and over again for ten seconds, twenty, thirty. She counted in her head, trying to stave off the building orgasm. If she came before she was told she could, no doubt he would punish her by not allowing her another release for days, weeks, even. She couldn’t handle that. No, she would have to wait. Have to hold out. Have to... she groaned.

  He held her down with a hand between her shoulder blades. “Don’t move.”

  She whimpered. She’d been starting to buck against his hand without realizing it. His fingers stopped their assault on her clit, and she panted. The paddle, when it landed on her ass, made an echoed smack rend the air. She gasped at the sound more than the impact. The sheer sound was enough to make her shake. He landed another smack on her other cheek, and the sound rang in her ears. The sting from the paddle was different than that of a hand, and she found she enjoyed it.

  She was desperate for release. He spanked her twice more with the paddle, and then his hand was between her legs again, his fingers insistent, pressing over her clit in quick, desperate thrusts designed to drive her wild.

  “Had enough, yet, little one?” he taunted.

  She groaned and glanced at him over her shoulder. Okay, glared at him might be a better description.

  He shook his head. “I’ll take that as a no.”

  He pressed against her clit harder and she cried out. The hand between her shoulder blades caressed upward, threading through her hair. He gripped her there harder until her scalp burned with the tug of his hold, until she groaned, her body going lax and slumping against the counter. His fingers between her legs slowed, his touch becoming feather-light again, caressing up and down her labia, over and over again, playing her like the sweetest instrument. Driving her mad with his touch. With the intense stare he was pinning her to the counter with as effectively as the hand in her hair. She shook with the force of holding off an orgasm.

  She bit her lip, whimpering, her body quaking head-to-toe.

  He nodded. “That’s better. Who gets to tell you when you’re allowed to come?”

  She swallowed. Fuck. Why did that question make her weak in the knees?

  His hand cupped her through her leggings, the heat building, just holding her there against him. Reminding her that he had the power to make her come, or make her beg, or leave her wanting.

  “You, Leo,” she groaned. “You do.”

  “That’s right. Me.” He tapped against her clit and she screamed. “But not now. Not yet. You’ve been too naughty. Telling me you were done cleaning. Leaving the kitchen without permission. Mouthing off.” He was spanking her clit as he said it. Not hard, not enough to make her come. Just enough to make her want to scream. Just enough to remind her what she had agreed to. That he was the one in control. That he would dictate how and when she was allowed to come. That he would tell her how to spend her days and nights. That he would take care of her needs. All of her needs.

  “Yes, Mister. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She shuddered, her body, buzzing in every molecule, slumped, limp against the counter. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice a mere whisper.

  He stroked her again once, and then he stopped. The hand in her hair grew soft, caressing, instead of pulling, and he rubbed the back of her head.

  “Good little minx.” He rubbed her back and head, then her ass.

  She melted beneath his touch, content in her surrender.

  But he only allowed it to last for a few moments, before he said, “Now, get back to work.”

  Chapter Eleven

  When he was satisfied that the entire kitchen was clean, Leo smiled at Evangeline. She had held out longer than he’d thought possible as he teased her mercilessly, pushing her higher and higher toward orgasm, but not allowing her to come. It had been a test not only of her endurance, but his own as well. His balls ached with the need for release, his cock throbbed. But he would have to wait.

  “Very good. You may stop now.”

  She set the rag down over the faucet to air dry, and when she turned to him, her legs were still shaky. She stood in the kitchen, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. “Let’s go watch a movie, shall we?”

  “Sure.”

  “And maybe if you’re a good girl, we can have some play time after.”

  She nodded, but he could see the pout in the set of her shoulders and the jutting of her lip. She was impossible.

  And fucking adorable. He shouldn’t be so charmed by her antics, but he couldn’t help it. “Come on now, don’t pout. You’ve been such a good girl.”

  She sighed but walked toward him. “Yes, Mister.”

  He cupped her cheek. “That’s a good little minx. Come on. I’ll even let you pick the movie.”

  A glint lit in her eyes. An evil glint. He was going to regret that statement. Of that, he was certain. But he couldn’t go back on it now. With a chuckle, he took her hand in his and they walked toward the TV room.

  “So, what will we be watching?” he asked as she went to the television stand and rummaged around underneath it. He admired the curve of her ass in those leggings for a long moment while she kneeled to find whatever she was looking for. If he wasn’t mistaken, her leggings were soaked through with her wetness from his attentions in the kitchen. Like a good little submissive’s pants should be.

  “You’ll see.” Her voice was teasing.

  Oh, he was in for it. She was definitely going to put in some tear-jerking love story that was four hours long, or a kid’s movie that would make it impossible to play with her as they watched. Served him right for indulging her by letting her choose the movie. He would know better next time. If he gave her an inch, she was going to take a hundred miles. She cued up the movie and then sat on the couch beside him. He eyed her suspiciously, but she kept her face blank. The minx.

  The credits started and it wasn’t anything he recognized. No surprise there, really. If it wasn’t a musical, he likely hadn’t seen it. No matter what genre it was.

  She settled into the cushion beside him, close enough to touch, but not pressing against him. What was she up to?

  As he watched the opening credits, he got the distinct impression this was not a regular movie. Had she... “Seriously?”

  “What?” she asked, all mock innocence.

  “You’ve put in a porn movie?”

  She shrugged. “What? It’s a movie. It even has a plot. See, this is Heidi. Heidi was just hired as an intern at a law firm. It’s her first day. She’s going to meet the boss, and he’s going to tell her she’s terrible for the intern position, and offer her another, more suitable position.”

  “Oh, really, and what position is that?”

  “His submissive.”

  He fought the urge to chuckle. “You put this on so you could distract me, make me give you your orgasm.” She was trying to seduce him. And he had half a mind to let her. No. Damn it. He couldn’t let that happen.

  “I did no such thing. I happen to adore this movie. Even if the acting is sub-par and the sex is a little silly.”

  “Well, with a rousing endorsement like that, it’s no wonder you love it.”

  “Shh, just watch,” she admonished. Oh, she was begging for another spanking. But she was staring at the screen. “This is one of my favorite parts... but, Sir, it’s my first day. What could I possibly do for you that one of the experienced paralegals couldn’t?” she quoted
as Heidi said the words on the screen. She was right, the acting was definitely sub-par.

  “Why, you can kneel, dear Heidi. Can’t you?” she continued quoting the man on the screen and Leo found himself watching her. She was engrossed in the scene on the screen, not paying him any attention at all. She genuinely wanted to watch this movie. To... share it with him.

  “Yes, Mr. Holdings, I can kneel. Is that what you would like?” Did she know every word in this movie?

  Leo settled into the couch and watched beside her for a few moments, listening to her say the lines as the scene progressed, with Heidi kneeling at Mr. Holdings’ feet, and then with her skirt being lifted up, and teased.

  Evangeline sighed and glanced at him. “This movie was made from one of my favorite books. It’s a poor imitation, really, compared to the novel, but it’s still worth watching.”

  “I’m starting to see that.” He had never really watched porn with someone else before. He should find it very odd, but like everything else they’d been doing, should didn’t seem to apply. On the screen, the young “innocent” was being educated in the ways of BDSM, being told to call Mr. Holdings Sir, and to obey his every order. Leo reached his arm around Evangeline’s shoulders and she snuggled into his embrace with a contented sigh. He held her close as things progressed from basics to... some very interesting sex with Heidi on the edge of the desk and her Sir finding 101 ways to make her scream.

  Evangeline chuckled. “I told you the sex was a little much.”

  He laughed. Well, they didn’t need fancy positions or four different toys to get the job done. Not that he was having sex with Evangeline. Sex was off-limits. He had all but promised her release today, though, and he was going to make good on that promise.

  “I think I’m going to play with you while we watch,” he announced. “Not that you have a choice in the matter, mind you.” This was what she said she wanted. Total surrender to his control. He was going to see if that was true. Push her to give herself to him in almost every way and see if that’s what she truly wanted.

  She visibly shuddered against him. Perfect.

  If she was going to push his buttons making him sit here watching porn, making him get her off while he was left wanting, then he was going to make damned sure he pushed her buttons right back.

  “Take off your leggings, minx.”

  Her gaze darted between him and the screen and back again. Without a word, she shimmied out of her leggings. She was wearing a skimpy little thong underneath. It barely covered her slick mound of dark curls. “Naughty,” he admonished.

  She blushed, and leaned back against him, propping her legs on the footstool, opening her legs just slightly, silently granting him the access he demanded.

  “Now, watch your movie like a good girl, and don’t you even think about coming until I tell you to.”

  She shivered and a small moan escaped her lips. He watched her mouth open in a soft pant, her eyes focused on the screen. The moaning in the room grew louder from the actors, and he couldn’t deny he enjoyed watching the scene unfold. But he enjoyed watching Evangeline’s reactions more. He slid a hand down her front, over her breasts, and lower, to slip along the barely-there fabric between her thighs. She moaned as he stroked her, the sounds mingling erotically with the wet smack of flesh against flesh and the groans echoing through the room’s speakers. His mouth watered, his throat going dry. His control was slipping.

  He stroked his minx softly, never in the same spot twice, teasing her into a frenzy as she writhed and moaned. He occasionally glanced at the movie, just enough to follow the plot as Heidi’s training progressed. As Evangeline got closer to orgasm, her breath came in short gasps and she couldn’t stop her hips from thrusting. He held her body close against him, relishing in every shudder.

  “Leo...” she moaned. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Mister, please let me come.” Her whimper was like an elixir. He bathed in it, in the desperate need radiating off her.

  “Not just yet, minx.”

  She shuddered against him.

  “I want to taste you first.” He watched her face carefully as her gaze returned to his. It was dangerous. He shouldn’t. But the driving need he felt to possess even just that part of her, was something he couldn’t ignore any longer. He’d been fighting against the urge to bury his face between her legs all week. No longer. He would just have to keep hold of himself, even as he drove her out of control.

  She leaned back and opened her legs farther. Her eyes were dark, half-lidded with desire. He wanted to keep that look there. Had to hear her begging him over and over again to come. Until she surrendered to him completely.

  He repositioned himself to the floor and moved her legs, propping her feet on the footstool on either side of him. He smiled as he looked up at her and slowly pulled her thong down and off. “You’re not watching your movie.”

  She swallowed hard and leaned back so her head was resting on the back of the couch, her gaze on the screen as Heidi was being flogged. The rhythmic sound faded into the background as he focused on his task. Leo spread Evangeline’s thighs wide and she gasped. He kissed her inner thigh and it shook beneath his lips. He’d already brought her to the edge of orgasm repeatedly. “You may come when you are ready, my little minx.” My little minx. He hated himself just a little bit at how much he liked the title. She wasn’t his. Not really. But for now, he was going to give her what she needed. And that was all that mattered. “But first I want to hear you beg for it.”

  Evangeline cried out as soon as Leo’s tongue touched her clit, his words echoing in her ears. But first I want to hear you beg for it. God. She clutched at the couch beneath her, writhing as he licked her with slow, languid swipes. He was going to kill her. She should protest that this certainly must be against his no kissing rule, but she felt like if she didn’t come soon, she would die.

  She tried to focus on the movie, on the rough sound of Sir Holdings’ voice as he disciplined Heidi, but all she could do was feel Leo’s mouth at the juncture of her thighs. Her entire world narrowed to the feel of his mouth against her. He flicked her clit with quick strokes now, designed to drive her wild, and they did. She thrashed against his mouth, gasping, aching, begging for just a little more. She needed to come. She had to find release in this maelstrom of sensation.

  “Please, fuck... Mister. Please.” Her begging egged him on. He licked her faster, harder, making her pulse pound, her body quiver. She was almost there. Any minute and she would explode. “Please, let me come, Mister. Please.” She groaned, her voice strained as she begged him again and again for her release.

  One second she was here, in her body, and the next, Leo’s teeth scraped ever so delicately against her clit and she shattered, screaming as she came apart. Her body jerked against him, and he continued to lick and suck at her while she bucked out of control. Sensation chugged through her like a freight train, flooding her system with the sweet release of finally coming. She thrashed and moaned as her muscles tensed and release over and over again.

  Her vision blinked and she gasped for air. Slowly, the sensations ebbed, his licking stopped, and she opened her eyes, finally coming down from the edge of the galaxy. Leo was smiling up at her from between her thighs, licking her taste from his lips. The sight, the dark possession in his eyes, had her quivering. She fought to breathe.

  She slumped back against the couch, her body weightless. He gently rubbed her mound, making her shiver. She couldn’t possibly handle more, but the desire was there, beneath the surface, pushing, urging her to see just how much she could take. She shivered and he nuzzled the side of her leg. No doubt she’d have beard burn. And she couldn’t care less. The slight ache on her skin would merely remind her of his attentions. A reminder she would keep with her long after today.

  He slowly worked himself off the floor, and helped her sit up fully, her shaky legs no longer able to stay apart, propped on the stool. She slid against him as he sat b
eside her, letting him hold her upright. “Better?” he asked.

  “Yes, Mister. Much, much better.” She sighed, warmth spreading through her at just how much better she felt.

  As she lay there against him, sated, feeling more at ease, and fulfilled, she returned her attentions to the screen. Not that she had to actually watch to know what came next. Heidi was about to walk out on her Sir. Her job. Because Sir was being a stubborn ass. “I’m leaving, right now, Sir. Get out of my way,” she quoted. Leo stiffened against her for half a second, and then he must have realized she was quoting the movie again and he shook with laughter.

  “How many fucking times have you watched this?”

  “Probably a hundred.”

  “But it’s nothing but sex.”

  “That’s not true. You just missed a lot of those parts while you were otherwise occupied.” She caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants as she shifted to look up at him. He looked uncomfortably hard. She’d been edged to within an inch of her life. And he’d been walking along that edge with her the entire time. He’d been insistent that he didn’t mix kink with sex. She was certainly not going to push him on that limit.

  But... she felt like she had to do something.

  He chuckled. “Yes, I was a bit busy for a while, wasn’t I? Teasing you with my fingers, then my mouth, making you squirm.”

  She did just that. Merely his description of all the naughty things he’d done to her made her shiver, made her ache for more. Down girl.

  He was still laughing.

  “Can I... I mean, I’d like to maybe, return the favor?” She watched his face carefully as she said it.

  His smile disappeared. He shook his head.

  “Okay,” she said. Did he... not enjoy sex? Or was it her? Stop it, Evangeline. She wasn’t going to ruin what had been close to a perfect day with her own over-analysis of Leo’s motives. If he didn’t want her to touch him, that was his choice, and she was damned well going to honor it.