by Stacey Lynn
My knees hurt and my skin heated as I continued crawling like a dog.
Jensen’s presence behind me was tangible, like he was touching me, even when I couldn’t hear him or see him. Every forward move, every sway of my hips, the cool air along my exposed butt cheeks, enflamed my skin.
I gritted my teeth and scrunched my nose, sniffing while I crawled as he inspected my body like a dog in a shelter.
Was he liking this? Seeing me in this demeaning way? The confusing emotions, the desire to please and the anger at being treated like an animal warred inside me.
But for some reason, I continued to listen.
I followed his command and crawled to where he’d told me, and when I reached the edge of the couch, I pushed myself back to kneeling, resting my ass on my heels like I’d done in the elevator.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Yet there was a warm wetness between my thighs.
“How do you feel?” His warm hand pressed against the top of my head, and slid down my hair.
I looked at the floor while I tried to figure out whether I wanted this or not. A spanking was one thing. Being treated like an animal was another.
When I didn’t respond right away, he tugged on my hair. “Haley?”
“I’m not sure, sir.”
A shadow fell over me before I caught sight of him standing next to me in my peripheral, through the blanket of my hair falling down around the sides of my head.
“Explain.”
Squeezing my eyes closed, I focused on the darkness, the sensations and emotions racketing through me. “The crawling is embarrassing, sir.”
“And yet you reek like you want my dick inside you right now.”
That cold voice. I fought a shiver. Tears dripped onto the carpet and I sniffed more back. “Yes, sir.”
“You can yellow,” he reminded me.
I knew that, but as uncomfortable as the crawling made me, his hand on me soothed me, even through the tears.
I straightened my shoulders and leaned into his soft touch. “I don’t want to use the safe word, sir.”
“Very well,” he said after a moment’s breath. “Do you see the coffee table?”
I looked up, keeping my head down, and nodded. It was a typical, rectangular coffee table that looked more like a storage chest. At first glance, it was a vintage trunk, something I imagined people would use to store their belongings on a trip across the ocean—except for the heavy brass rings attached to the sides in twelve different places.
The brass rings showed it could have an altogether different purpose.
“Yes, sir, I see it.”
“Good.” He reached down, slid his fingertips down my arm. Bumps prickled on my cool skin, trailing in his wake until he tugged on my hand and helped me stand. “Go kneel over it, but you may walk.”
My shoulders sagged with relief. I was uncertain of crawling and he’d changed the scene. “Thank you, sir.”
He dropped my hand and I walked toward the table, bending over it like he’d requested. My knees hit the floor at one end and my hands went to the side until my stomach and chest pressed against the cool wood. I was still getting settled, wiggling into a comfortable position when a small black pillow was set in front of my eyes.
“Lift your head, this will make you more comfortable.”
I obeyed and while I shouldn’t, I gazed at Jensen.
His eyes were on mine, and he frowned, reaching out and wiping his thumb beneath my eye.
“Tears, sub?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
“Overwhelmed, sir.”
“Do you need a moment?”
I tried to shake my head, but I was too restrained and the movement was jerky. “I’m good, sir.”
“You are. You’re being a very good girl. Don’t forget your safe word tonight.” He chuckled softly and held up a small yellow ball. “Although, you might not be able to speak much.” He knelt and placed it in my palm. His squatted position placed his eyes at mine. “I’m going to gag you. Drop the ball and that’s your safe word. And remember,” he said, his dark eyes sparking with heat, “this evening is what you requested. Domination only.”
His lip curled at the end and his expression stole my breath.
He’d appeared so comfortable, so ready, so prepared...that small crack in his veneer told me something different.
He was hurt I’d denied his offer to see about a friendship. Or more.
A part of me wanted to climb off the table, throw myself at his feet, and apologize. To tell him I’d take whatever he could give me, even if it meant he broke my heart.
But I couldn’t.
I stayed frozen to the table while Jensen arched a brow at seeing the silent war rage inside of me. With a final nod, as I fidgeted on the table once again, his gaze moved away from me.
“Very well, then, sub.”
Metal rattled from behind me after he walked away. He was gone for a moment, the sound of metal clanking making my pulse race until something cool slid around my ankle. I heard the click of a lock before he rubbed my calf and then moved to the other side.
While he worked, he talked and teased. He gave me soft caresses, a slide against my ass, a finger through the crease of my backside. A touch to the rib. A brush of the hair.
My body was vibrating from myriad sensations.
“This body is mine to use as I see fit while you’re here.” He squatted down again but didn’t look me in the eye. “Don’t forget what I said about dropping the ball.” A black ball attached to leather straps was held in front of me. “Lick your lips and suck on this, if you get the gag nice and wet, it will make it comfortable.” I did what I was told, the best I could. My mouth and my throat were as dry as the desert. My eyes widened as the gag slid into my mouth. The weight of the ball was heavier than I expected as it pushed my tongue down. He tightened the leather straps at the back of my head.
“Look at you,” he said, standing and admiring his handiwork. “Strapped and bound and gagged. The things I could do to you right, now, sub, and you’d love them all.”
A tingle trailed down my spine and made me shiver.
His laugh, his response at my reaction to his words was cold. I was no longer Haley. I was sub.
When I’d hurt him, I’d lost the only small, personal connection to him. My eyes burned with unshed tears, but I fought them back.
This was what I’d asked for, and so far, by the way my body was responding, I wanted all of this.
I waited, muscles pulled tight in my limbs due to my inner tension and the restraints while he walked in a slow circle around me.
When I sensed him behind me, I closed my eyes and all my other senses went on high-alert. I heard the faint rushing of his air conditioner in the vents, the rustling of his feet on carpet. I inhaled the scent of him that surrounded me and curled in waves in the air in front of me. He was so masculine. So sexy.
His scent spicy and warm...expensive.
God, I wanted him. My shoulders tightened as I heard the click of his belt buckle and the whoosh of leather.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His voice was quiet, reverent, like he was speaking more to himself than me. “And this isn’t for you. This time, this is all for me. I’m going to whip you and fuck you and it’s going to be hard. You’re going to take everything I give you, won’t you, sub?”
I flinched at the word. And since he’d removed my ability to speak, I couldn’t respond other than drop the ball in my hand. But I wouldn’t do that. Despite how different he was treating me than before, I was still on fire for him.
“Oh,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of cold amusement. “And you won’t come.”
I tried to gulp. He must have seen me tense. “That’s right, sub. See...sometimes,
you’re solely for my pleasure, for my release. But you know that already, don’t you? How sometimes when we want something, we deny someone else what they want.”
My eyes snapped open and I tried to find him behind me, but with the gag and the bindings I couldn’t move.
“But if you’re good,” he continued, as if he hadn’t seen what that statement did to me. “You’ll be rewarded later.”
My muscles sank at the reminder.
I could hold out. I could do this.
“But if you fail,” he warned me, that tone darkening again. “Then you’ll be punished.”
I barely processed his words before his hand came down, landing hard on my backside. I jumped, my hips digging into the wood, but he didn’t pause. He spanked me with his hand, his palm sending a stinging, beautiful heat along my skin with every slap.
I grunted and groaned into the gag, clenched my eyes tight and bit into the ball shoved into my mouth trying to absorb the pain and surprise of each stinging smack.
Soon, I was arching back into his unrelenting pace until his hand swiped against my ass, and he murmured soothing phrases. I barely heard his whispered praises, but they were back. Pretty girl and good girl and beautiful sub, he spoke them all while I tried to bite down on the gag smothering my screams of pain mixed with bliss.
He stopped the spanking and rubbed large smooth circles.
“Good job, pretty girl,” he crooned, leaning forward and pressing his lips against my spine. He trailed kisses down the length of my back, and I squirmed against my restraint, catching my breath and arching into him.
“You can take more, okay? You’re doing so well.”
An unintelligible sound escaped my gagged throat. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to end this. Arousal dripped down my thighs and I was so swollen, so achy for him.
His fingers trailed down that very spot, making me jump. “See? You’re holding it in. I’m proud of you.”
A breath fell from me. Another garbled sound.
His hand smoothed down my ass. “I’m using a paddle. Ten hits and then I’m going to fuck you. You won’t come, understand?”
I jumped in my restraints. My hands curled into fists. I screamed his name but it came out muffled.
He’d driven me to insanity, to the brink with only spankings and praises. Drool dripped from my mouth like I was the animal he’d had crawl across the floor.
This time, there was no shame. No embarrassment.
There was sheer longing boiling my veins, making me sweat.
His hands moved up my back to my shoulder and he squeezed them, rubbing out the tension while his lips brushed my ear.
“My pretty sub, my beautiful girl.”
I whimpered as he lined his chest to my back. His thick cock running through my crease. And remembering last weekend and how it felt to have a plug inside me, how much I wanted him inside me, I tightened around him, making him chuckle.
“Don’t worry about that either.” I searched for him, looking over my shoulder, and when our gazes met, his eyes were glimmering. Excitement shined. “I’ll take your ass, too.”
Another whimper. Another squirm. I could orgasm from his words alone.
“Now take your paddling. And remember not to come.”
I whined loudly and he shushed me with a glare. My hand squeezed around the yellow ball in my hand and I prepared myself.
A paddle.
How had I come to be this person?
How had I come to love it?
I screamed at the first smack of wood on my ass. “One,” he said, counting for me.
His pace was slower with the paddle than his hand. But his strikes no less forceful. My ass was on fire, sending the flames to the tips of my toes and my fingers, and I was a screaming, pained and pleasured, ecstatic mess by the time he reached seven.
He paused and I tried to catch my breath.
“You can drop the ball,” he reminded me, with no disappointment in his voice. Just concern...he was paying attention to me.
I tightened my fist.
I had chosen to trust him. I called his name again through the gag as the paddle smacked me again. And then two more times.
The fire was burning hard in my body as he bent over me, and just as he pushed his erection inside me, my body was a quivering mess.
“So good, sub,” he grunted, immediately setting a punishing pace. His balls smacked against my thighs, his cock rooting deep inside of me. “So proud of you, Haley.”
It was his voice calling my name that made me shout. My pussy was swollen and hot. It clenched around him. My orgasm was barreling down on me. I thrashed my head as much as I could, signaling my orgasm, but he only moved faster.
He continued pumping inside me, out and in, long fast strokes that ignited senses in me I didn’t know existed.
And just when sweat dripped down my cheek from trying to hold it back, his hand curled around my shoulder. He thrust again and shouted, “Fuck it. Come, Haley! Come with me!”
I did.
I exploded. I shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. My scream was relentless and unending as his pace picked up, short and quick strokes that made me thankful for my restraints.
And as I continued shouting his name, my teeth digging into the ball gag, Jensen roared my name again before he thrust inside me one more time.
He pumped his seed into me, his forehead fell to the side of my head, and his lips hit my ear. “You are more,” he whispered, through gritted teeth, “than just my sub.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jensen
When I was certain I could walk, or move without falling over, I quickly undid her restraints, rubbing the soreness from her muscles as I worked. She cooled and shuddered beneath me. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms, but I waited, going through the necessary motions of aftercare first.
Fuck. I hadn’t expected my lesson to go so far.
I’d expected her to balk, not show a submission that even the longest practice subs could barely handle without faltering at least once.
I had needed to push her. Needed to throw her off her control after her warning to me last night. I had seen the pain in her eyes even as she told me I could only be her Dom. I imagined it mirrored the shock in mine. It hadn’t been until she’d spoken the words that I’d realized I truly wanted her in a way different than the strict relationship I’d originally discussed.
It had happened quickly, yet organically, through simple phone calls and laughs and small tests and remembering the way she responded to me.
The heat from her pussy even through the latex of my condom had taken me completely by surprise. She continued to do that.
Surprise me.
Shock me.
She twisted me into knots only to unravel me when I was deep inside her.
She undid me in the best of ways.
I removed the gag and wiped her cheeks and lips with a wet washcloth I’d placed nearby.
“Have some water.” I slid a straw into a bottle and held it to her mouth. “Don’t move yet, though.”
Her green eyes were hazy, as if she was barely coherent.
When she pulled away from the water bottle and licked her lips, I reached to the couch behind me and grabbed a large, fleece blanket, draping it over her back. “Move slowly,” I directed, helping her slide off the spanking bench that I’d had designed to look like living room furniture. Much of my condo held well-disguised BDSM equipment.
For two years I’d looked at it and considered removing it from my home. Every time I looked at the equipment, regret over missing the signs with Courtney had shamed me.
That would change soon. Over the weekend I planned on putting Haley on all of it just to have the image of her face when
she came seared into my deepest memories.
And hopefully, they’d replace the regretful memories I had of Courtney.
“There you go,” I whispered in soothing tones as she kneeled. I bent down, wrapped the blanket around her and then pulled her into my arms, cradling her. I moved us to the couch and pulled her against my chest until she was draped over my lap, her forehead pressed against my throat. “I need to keep you warm and give you water. I hadn’t expected you to hit subspace so quickly, so powerfully like that.”
My hand slid through her hair as the adrenaline rocked through her.
Her teeth chattered and I offered her more water.
I bit down the urge to tell her she’d been wrong the night before in the car. We’d get to that.
I’d wait until she believed me.
Instead, I hit the remote next to me and turned on my Bluetooth speakers. Sounds of the ocean burst forth through the speakers and she chuckled softly, her lips pressing against my collarbone.
“How’d you know I’d like the water?” she asked, her voice still hoarse and dry. It would take a while for her voice to come back. I’d left the gag in a long time, pushed her hard.
I pressed against the back of her head, holding her to me.
“It was a good guess, but considering you live on the water, I didn’t think I could go wrong,” I replied, smiling. “Now be quiet and settle. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”
I held her for minutes or hours. I held her until the sun had set and the moon shined bright through my sheer curtains.
I held her until her body had warmed and her shivers dissipated. Only when she grew fidgety in my lap, stretching and wiggling her toes and feet, did I let her go.
“I can give you a massage to help your sore muscles or you can take a bath while I prepare dinner, but I can’t have you cramping up on me.” I brushed my lips against her hair., loving the weight of her against my chest. “Which would you prefer?”
“If I get into the tub I might fall asleep.”
“Then a massage it is.” I slid my hand down to her backside and tapped her gently. “Climb off me and lay down on the floor. I’ll get oil for your back and ass. I still need to take care of you or your butt’s going to be incredibly sore.”