Pose

by Becca Jameson

  Something flashed across Lucinda’s face, but in a second, it was gone, and her wide smile was back. “You’re welcome. Have a good night, Morgan.”

  Morgan nodded and turned away. She and Julian had rules regarding who they told about the nature of their relationship. Kathryn knew, but she had promised never to disclose the information to anyone else. They’d always been guarded about their interactions in front of others. Which meant either Julian broke the rules or Lucinda had guessed they were in an open D/s relationship. Not that it was exactly open. Though, it probably seemed that way to most people who they were acquainted with in the community. But responding to any overtures Lucinda was making without Julian around was strictly off-limits.

  Morgan shook off the discomfort she felt from the interaction and turned east. Maybe it was nothing. Lucinda was touchy feely with lots of people. And Julian would have told Morgan if he was interested in Lucinda joining them. Though not necessarily if he was interested in having her to himself. It didn’t matter. Morgan took a deep breath. These things were not for her to worry about.

  She walked toward their apartment, allowing the encounter to slip from her mind so she could focus on her Dom. She wrapped her hand around her phone in her pocket. The phone with the message Julian had sent her over an hour ago.

  Come home, little girl.

  Ignoring him was an act of defiance. She knew it, and part of her stomach clenched at causing him to worry. But the other part, the part that knew he would punish her for her misbehavior, sped her steps to get her home quicker.

  He was in a leather chair facing the front door when she walked in. For a second, she thought she saw relief flash across his face, but it was gone before she could be sure.

  “I thought I’d have to call another submissive,” he said in an even voice. She tried not to flinch. Tried. But he saw it and stood to move closer to her, his hands undoing the buttons on her coat. “But that’s not what you wanted, is it? That’s not why you ignored me.”

  “No, Sir,” she whispered.

  He dropped the coat on the floor and started to work on the buttons of her blouse. “I shouldn’t give you what you want. These little rebellions shouldn’t be rewarded, Morgan. You had me worried.”

  “You weren’t worried, Julian,” she said, and with that, something cold and hard crossed his face. He ripped the rest of the blouse off and tugged her skirt down without releasing the button.

  “No. Not Julian. Not right now, princess. We’re home, and I called you to me over an hour ago. Try again.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Better. Go get dressed. Your clothes are in the bathroom.”

  Morgan padded away wearing nothing but her panties, bra, and heels. She left her ruined clothes on the floor where they fell.

  She went straight through the bedroom and into the master bath. She knew Julian would punish her. She’d known that for over an hour. In fact, he was right, she liked his punishments and often set herself up for just such a scene. Tonight, she needed it. Needed his rough hands and his unapologetic mouth licking and biting her. Needed the release only he could offer. So she’d defied his call to her, hoping he would come at her hard and help pull all the stress away from her.

  She took a deep breath and gripped the bath basin, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked strung out and desperate in a way she hadn’t in a long time. Her defiance tonight was part out of desperation and part of anger at his disappearing act after the scene with Luke. He’d returned to bed late after she’d heard him exit the apartment. It took everything she’d had not to demand an explanation. She’d never be given one.

  So yes, tonight she’d ignored his request for her to return home. Intentionally. That wasn’t always the case lately, however. She was busy at work. Sometimes she didn’t check her phone. Work required so much of her, and she felt guilty if she wasn’t giving it one hundred percent. Ignoring his text tonight allowed her to go through the financials again, even though she knew it would have consequences at home. The end result would still be sweet nectar on her lips.

  She smiled as she picked up his chosen “outfit,” caressing the mesh material between her fingers. She set the lace back down on the counter and removed her bra and panties. Leaving her heels on, she stepped into the delicate white thong first. The back left her ass totally exposed. The front was a lacey spandex with tiny pink roses.

  Next she grabbed the baby-doll top and wiggled it over her head. It fit her perfectly, just as she knew it would. Julian had impeccable taste, and he never missed choosing her size. The top hugged her breasts firmly. She wasn’t huge, but she was larger than average. Julian loved her tits, and he told her so often.

  The stretchy lace of the bra portion of the top matched the triangle now covering her pussy, lace and pink roses. Flowy, soft, sheer tulle hung down in a sort of skirt that didn’t reach her navel or her butt crack. Of course.

  The baby-doll top was theoretically held in place with big bows of the sheer material at her shoulders, though the look was purely for effect.

  She stared at herself in the enormous, full-length mirror for a few moments, turning around in circles. The bodice flowed out from her. It was dainty and lovely, and she wished she had a teddy bear to hold when she presented herself to him. But what would he think of that? For a moment, she almost grew sad considering the possibility that Julian would ruin the outfit within minutes.

  As she stepped back into the front room, Julian cleared his throat. “It took you long enough,” he admonished.

  She didn’t respond, but padded toward him with her face downcast and one hand wrapped around her other wrist behind her back. It was Julian’s preferred position. He liked the way her breasts rose when her shoulders were back.

  “That looks lovely on you. Do you like it?”

  “Yes, Sir. It makes me feel petite and sexy.”

  “Good. Spin around. I want to see the rest.”

  She dropped her hands to her sides, careful to keep her shoulders back, and turned to face away from him. She spread her legs shoulder width apart before he could ask.

  “Perfect. I love you in white. It makes your skin creamy, almost translucent.”

  She remained still, awaiting his next command. The strip of elastic thong between her cheeks heightened her sensitivity, tugging on her pussy with each movement.

  “Bend over, little girl. Grab your ankles.”

  She obeyed again. It was ingrained in her. Every movement belonged to her Sir. Every word he spoke was a command she could not refuse. She’d never been able to refuse him, not even in the earliest days of their relationship.

  Back then he’d been gentler, taken things at a pace she could handle. But he’d gradually added to what she could tolerate without reneging until they’d reached the level they were at now. It should have been perfect. But then why was she itching for something she couldn’t put her finger on?

  She’d begun to try his patience more than usual lately, finding herself needing the punishments he doled out to achieve the level of arousal she craved. It worried her.

  But right now, she was indeed wet and needy. Feeling his stare on her exposed ass made her shiver inside. She held her ankles as instructed, letting her hair fall to sweep the floor.

  She heard, or perhaps felt, Julian stand at her back. In a moment he was behind her, stroking his large hand across her butt cheeks. Then he added the other hand, gripping her firmly, spreading her cheeks wide and massaging them with too much pressure. Or not enough.

  “Stand, little girl.”

  She righted herself, too quickly, giving her a head rush that had her sight blurring for a second.

  Julian gathered her hair behind her, stroking his fingers through the strands. He divided the thick mane into three sections and expertly braided it into a long tail down her back. He took his time, as usual.

  Morgan sucked in a breath, knowing he would punish her by either spanking, flogging, or whipping. The braid was his MO. He liked to ke
ep her hair out of her face so he could watch her expression. He didn’t want her locks to get in the way of his work either. And most importantly, he enjoyed having something he could get ahold of when he wanted to jerk her into another position or lift her face to his.

  “Look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze after he tied off the end of her braid and circled her, tucking his fingers under her chin.

  “You’ve been a naughty little girl. You’ll be taught a lesson tonight.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t ignore my texts or calls. You know better. Nothing is more important than my summons. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do I need to let someone else run the Loft? Is it getting to be too much for you?”

  Her eyes widened in shock. “No, Sir. Please. I’m sorry. I lost track of time. It’s a busy season.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “See that you don’t defy me in the future. I’ll be watching you closely.”

  He knew how much the Loft meant to her. It was her life. Those kids needed it. They probably needed the Loft more even than Morgan needed Julian, but she would never say that out loud. And perhaps she didn’t need to. Maybe he knew it and that was why he felt threatened by her job, though he’d never said as much.

  Julian took her hand and retreated to the leather armchair he’d been sitting in earlier. The lights were dimmer than usual in the room. A sign. An omen. It set a tone for his punishment.

  Taking his seat, he patted his lap. “Lie over the arm of the chair, baby girl. Ass in the air, face in my lap, arms above your head.”

  She did as he told her. She’d been spanked hundreds of times. He didn’t seem to have any accoutrements with him, so he undoubtedly intended to use his palm.

  Something was different tonight. The lighting maybe. Or the serious expression she’d seen in his eyes.

  Her breath whooshed from her lungs when she leaned over the arm of the chair. Julian tugged her faster than she’d expected. Her arms flew out to stop her fall, but not fast enough. She face-planted against his crotch, her breasts smashing into his thigh, her feet coming off the ground.

  “Safe words?” he asked as he rubbed her ass with his huge palm again.

  “Yellow and red, Sir.” She repositioned herself so she was more across his lap.

  “Good. Spread your legs farther. You’ve been out of form lately.”

  She lifted one thigh and then the other to separate them. She had no traction. Her feet couldn’t grip the floor in this position.

  Julian smoothed the flimsy material of her top up her back and out of the way. The action pushed the front of the bodice higher, squeezing her breasts tightly. Her nipples pebbled against the lace, pressed firmly against Julian’s thigh. She fisted her hands together above her head and tried to still her racing heart.

  It’s just a spanking. Like any other. What’s the matter with you?

  Julian traced a finger up and down her spine. When he reached the elastic of her thong, he jerked it sharply, forcing the strip between her cheeks tighter and dragging the lace in the front across her pussy. She sucked in a breath, fighting against the need to moan.

  The only time she was permitted to moan out loud was when Julian specifically allowed it. Otherwise, she’d find herself in a heap more trouble than she was already in.

  She stiffened, squeezing her eyes shut and biting the inside of her cheek as he continued to stroke her, alternating between gentle and harsh. His palm would switch from lightly brushing across her ass to molding around the flesh and gripping it too firmly.

  Julian separated her cheeks over and over, exposing her ass around the thong. “I love how pale your skin is against my hand. It never ceases to get me hard.”

  Morgan remained still. He hadn’t asked her a question.

  Without warning, he lifted his palm and slapped her cheek hard.

  She flinched, her legs lifting into the air as the breath left her lungs.

  “Count for me, little girl. You know the drill. I’ll start with twenty. You’ll decide if you need more.”

  He always worded it like that. What he really meant was, if she didn’t count clear and loud he would start over.

  “Yes, Sir. One, Sir.”

  Another slap landed in the same spot, shocking her.

  She managed to spit out a two.

  And a third. Same spot. So unusual. He never landed more than one blow at a time in the same place. What were his intentions?

  “Three.” Her voice was surprisingly still strong.

  Four, five, and six on the other cheek, evening them out in a warped fashion. She almost didn’t keep up with the counting.

  And then he paused to rub her burning skin with the flat of his palm. His other hand had been tucked beneath her arms, but he drew it out and set it on her lower back, holding her in place, pressing into her spine too hard.

  She squirmed. Julian pinched her ass. “You aren’t meant to get off against my thigh during your punishment, little girl.”

  Deep breaths.

  While he gently drew circles on her back with the newly added hand, he spanked her again, lower this time, at the juncture to her thighs.

  She fought the moan that rose again in her throat. The extreme difference between the actions of his two hands threw her off balance and left her head spinning.

  Her thong was soaked now, the moisture from her pussy saturating the lace. His thigh would be wet also.

  Julian didn’t comment. He continued to punish her ass, rapidly adding eight, nine, and ten to the count in random spots.

  Morgan fought to keep up.

  “Halfway there, princess,” he praised. He reached between her legs, nudging them farther apart, and stroked his fingers across her G-string. “Soaked. You like being spanked.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m not sure I like that. You’ve been pushing my buttons for weeks lately. I don’t know why, but I will change the game if your goal is to be beaten.” He pushed the thong aside and dipped one finger inside her. “So wet.”

  She held her breath.

  “My little girl likes my palm on her ass.”

  She did. She liked anything he did to her. He was a strong Dom with so many rules it was difficult to remember them all, but he never let her down. He knew exactly what he was doing at all times and how much he could push her.

  She loved that about him. Loved when he went at her hard like this. In the darkest recesses of her brain, she craved more, but somehow couldn’t find a way to ask.

  “Ten more. Don’t come.”

  He removed his finger from her pussy and tugged the strap again, forcing it firmly against her clit this time. The next ten spanks landed in random spots across her cheeks with no pattern she could discern in their intensity or spacing.

  Morgan needed to come so badly she didn’t dare mess up the counting. The sooner she let him finish slapping her ass, the sooner he would let her come.

  Except he didn’t.

  When the last palm landed on her ass, he jerked her to standing on the wobbliest legs she’d ever experienced, throwing her completely off guard. He tugged her in front of him, holding both her arms with his hands. Her head spun with the need to orgasm.

  He’d never left her like this. Usually he plunged his fingers into her immediately following the punishment and reached for her orgasm without preamble.

  What was his game tonight?

  Her eyes widened. She stared at him, unable to form words as he pushed her legs apart and forced his knees between hers.

  Morgan rose onto her tiptoes as he pressed her open wider. Her legs weren’t long enough to remain planted on the floor, which was just as well considering she was too wobbly to stand upright.

  Julian held her steady, his hands still gripping her biceps, holding her away from his chest. Her pussy spread wide as her thighs balanced on his.

  “Tell me again how much you liked that, baby girl.”

  She tried
to meet his gaze, but she couldn’t. Her mouth wouldn’t form words. Her ass burned from the spanking. And her pussy wept with the missed opportunity to come. She was so close she could almost will herself to orgasm without his touch or command. She opened and closed her mouth, on the brink of asking for more. Anything. Everything.

  “I know that look. Don’t you dare come, little girl. I haven’t given you permission. This is a punishment. You seemed to enjoy it a bit too much.” He released her arms, causing her to lean forward, almost falling against him.

  “Brace your hands on my shoulders.”

  She did as he instructed, grabbing his muscular width tightly to keep from swaying.

  “Good girl. Don’t let go for any reason.”

  She nodded.

  Julian reached around and slapped her burning ass.

  Morgan yelped, bucking upward awkwardly.

  “Answer me with words, little girl. It’s impolite to nod. You know better.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you for reminding me, Sir.”

  He lifted both hands to her chest and tugged the lacy material down off her breasts, forcing them high and tight against the new pressure. He pinched her nipples hard. “You’re mine, little girl. You need to remember who your Sir is. You’ve grown slack lately. I need you to focus on me and my needs. You’re too concerned with yourself.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Who owns you?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “Who decides when you come home?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He twisted her nipples in both directions until they hurt. The pain was welcome, however. It matched the sting across her ass.

  Suddenly he released her breasts and grabbed the thong at her waist, pulling it abruptly upward, forcing the elastic between her cheeks tighter. He dipped his fingers under the lace, but instead of pushing into her or stoking her clit, he tugged her lower lips to either side of the scrap of material and then pressed into her core against the lace. “This pussy is mine, little girl. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She nodded, desperate not to buckle against him. Her gaze wavered from the need building in the lowest part of her belly, threatening to push her over the edge.