"What did you want to show me?" I said, hoping to hurry him along, so we could finish this and go back to bed.
"Since you're so impatient"—he nibbled on my neck—"I guess I'll just have to make you wait."
I narrowed my eyes.
He stood up and walked over to the drop cloth covering something in the middle of the workroom.
I thought it was a piece of furniture for a client. It had been here since we moved in, but I never thought to ask or to look.
He pulled the drop cloth off with a flourish.
My eyes grew wide.
It was a wooden chair, a throne. The seat hit me waist high. I'd have to climb into it, but the back was low.
"Wow!” I ran my hands across the wood. "When did you make this?"
"A few months ago." He rubbed a spot with his thumb. "It's a very special chair."
"Who's it for?" I asked. My insides tingled.
"Oh, this one here? It's for you." Harrison gave me a mischievous grin.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Well, mainly for me"—he winked—"but you'll enjoy it, too. It has some unique features; you want to try it out?"
I studied the chair.
His eyes took on that dark blue stormy color that made my mouth water and my pussy wet. I could look into his eyes forever and never get tired of the way he looked at me.
"Yes, Sir." It was the most appropriate answer.
He grinned.
"Take off your clothes."
I pulled off my sweatshirt and draped it across his desk. I removed my leggings and panties then my tank top. When he told me to do something, I did it. It wasn't about seduction. It was about obedience.
Harrison snaked his hand around my neck and squeezed; he leaned over and kissed me.
I opened for him.
"You taste good, little pup." He kissed my neck.
"Thank you, Sir." I soaked up his praise.
He turned us around and backed me up toward the chair. My lower back hit the chair first.
Harrison leaned over, picked me up, and set me down.
The wood was smooth against my ass.
Harrison worked quickly.
I watched, mesmerized.
He flipped up a small wooden cut-out on each of the armrest. A chrome metal bracket secured a small, thick D-rings to the arms of the chair.
Harrison handed me a box, and I wasted no time opening it. Inside was a set of black wrist and ankle cuffs lined in a shiny black cloth.
I giggled as I brought the leather up to my lips. It felt smooth and smelled like sex.
"You like them?" he asked.
"I love them. Thank you." Harrison put the set of cuffs on my wrist and ankles.
He secured the wrist cuffs to the D-rings on the armrest. I tested them, and the metal was strong. Harrison moved behind me.
"Lean back."
As I did, the back lowered and the arms rest adjusted. I sat reclined.
Harrison came around to the front, and two more little compartments flipped out, and he set my feet on each of them. He then fastened the ankle cuffs to the legs of the chair. It was a rustic gynecological chair.
I sat in the chair exposed and open, ready for him.
He ran a hand down my thigh and slapped it.
I yelped and pulled against the restraints.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Secure."
"You cold?"
"No, Sir."
"Good." He took his fingers and slid them over my pussy. He dipped a finger in and pulled it out and brought it to his mouth.
I swallowed as he sucked my juices from his fingers.
"Now sit here and be quiet while I get some work done." Harrison turned toward his work table.
I giggled, waiting to hear the punch line.
He sat down and ran his pencil over his sketch pad.
"Sir," I said.
"Quiet, sub. I'm busy." He grunted.
"But how long am I going to have to sit here?" I asked.
"As long as it pleases me," he said without turning toward me. He said it so matter-of-factly like he always tied women up in his workspace while he worked.
I tested the restraints. They were secured tight.
He set down his pencil and let out a frustrated sigh. "You aren't going to let me work, are you?"
"I'm sorry, Sir." I lowered my eyes.
"I guess I'll have to incentivize you to be quiet and still." He spun around and reached into a cabinet to his left. He pulled a small shallow box. He sat it on the work table in my line of sight.
He stalked back over to me.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
His face was playful but serious. He winked and ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs.
He shoved two fingers into my pussy.
It caught me off guard more than anything, but it felt oh so good. He moved them around, in and out. He pressed another hand on my stomach and the pad of his fingers pressed against my g-spot over and over again.
I forgot to breathe. I literally could not catch my breath.
And then Harrison stopped.
I gasped in air as he removed his hands from my body.
He licked his fingers.
My mouth watered. I licked my lips.
He turned back to his desk.
“If you want to know what’s in the box and If you want to come today, give me thirty minutes of peace and quiet." Harrison picked up his pencil and moved it across the paper.
My chest heaved, and my pussy throbbed. I looked between the clock, the box, and Harrison, thirty minutes. I could do thirty minutes, no problem. Thirty minutes and he would give me a present and have his hands on me.
I gulped in more air, settled back on the chair, and said. "Yes, Sir."
Harrison
Who was I kidding? I couldn't work with her nakedness distracting me.
She hadn't noticed the mirror sitting opposite of her across the room. Her gaze too distracted by the box.
I could see her without her noticing.
She squirmed in the chair.
I brought her to the edge and stopped. The sudden loss of my touch had made her cry out, and my dick ached it was so hard.
She tried to move, to get more comfortable, but the chair wasn't made for comfort.
I looked down at the clock. It moved excruciatingly slow. I smiled and continued to watch my little pup in my new toy.
If she said something, I would get to punish her, and that would result in me touching her. If she didn't, if she sat like a good little sub, then I'd get to watch her come. Again, win for me. Either way, I’d give her the gift. She deserved it.
The leather cuffs squeaked as she moved again.
"Pup."
"Sir." She said my name with attitude, her tone laced with anger.
"Bitch," I screamed.
She yelped and lowered her head and sat still.
She was pissed, but she tried to control it. She wasn't afraid.
"Good girl." I watched the clock and went back to my sketch. I created a crude and rudimentary outline of her in that chair.
She would like it.
It was a few months ago when we sat in her house joking about building sex rooms and BDSM furniture. It was where I got the idea. I had a small area off the workroom that I planned to transform into our playroom, but I hadn't shown it to her yet. I planned to show it to her today after we had a little fun first. I looked at the clock again.
Five more minutes to go.
I looked up.
She had found the mirror.
I set my pencil down and watched.
She licked her lips. Careful to not make a sound, she opened her legs wide for me.
She flexed her fingers and her toes as if warming up for what was about to happen. She rolled her head on her shoulders and laid her head back and closed her eyes.
"What are you thinking about, pup?" I asked.
"Thinking about you fucking me, Sir
." She bit her lip and grinned.
"You are my little slut, aren't you?" I grinned back. I propped my chin in my hands and stared.
"Yes, Sir."
I picked up the box and turned in my seat.
She opened her eyes.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" I held my hand out.
"Every way imaginable," she answered in a new seductive tone.
It hit me in the chest.
"I have a pretty vivid imagination." I nodded.
"I'm counting on it, Sir."
“You want to know what’s in the box?” I asked.
She nodded with a greedy smile. I flipped off the top and grabbed one end of the thick platinum chain and slowly pulled it out of the box.
Brooklyn’s eyes grew wide. She was still for the first time in her life. Her fingers gripped the chair.
I dropped the box and grabbed the other end of the chain. A small square tag attached in the middle. I held it up for her to read.
“Harrison,” she whispered and blinked away tears.
The tag said My pup on the front. I flipped it over and showed her always & forever on the back.
She licked her lips. “Always and forever.” She nodded.
I walked behind the chair. I draped the chain around her neck and secured it.
Goose bumps popped out on her skin. I snaked my fingers inside the chain and pulled. She leaned her head back and I kissed her.
I looked at the clock again, and technically, I made her talk, so it didn't count, but time was up.
I stood up and removed my t-shirt. I unbuttoned my jeans.
She watched as they fell to the ground.
I stood in front of her, stroking my cock as I watched her take me in.
She could make me come by eye fucking me.
I slapped my cock against her pussy, and she jerked away. I rested my hand on her thigh and pulled her back to the end of the chair.
I slapped her pussy with my hand.
She yelped but didn't move. Her lust filled gaze locked on me. She looked amazing, wearing my collar.
I lowered myself and kissed her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth. I pulled on her collar so her head wouldn't bounce off the wood. I stood close enough for my cock to rest between her pussy lips. With my other hand, I slapped her thigh again.
She yelped in my mouth.
I ate it up.
"Please, Sir,” she said while panting.
"Please what?" I kissed her before she could answer. When I broke off the kiss, she answered.
"Please fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you with my cock?" I asked.
She nodded as she moved her hips to increase the friction.
I shook my head, stepped back, and laughed.
She was wound so tight, she groaned in frustration.
"I'm not going to fuck you with my cock." I winked. "Yet."
Her eyes flashed with sadness. She wanted me so bad.
I loved her for that.
"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue first." I slapped her thigh again.
She twitched and moaned.
"Then I'm going to finger fuck you and watch you come all over my hands and face." I slapped her again.
Her skin turned a beautiful shade of brownish pink. Her eyes blinked a few times, and she rolled her head back and rested it on the back of the chair.
"No, sub." I grabbed the tag and pulled. It angled her head, so she had to look down at me. "Stay with me. I have to do all the hard work really; all you have to do is sit there and watch."
I leaned over and covered her pussy with my mouth while my tongue ran up and down her slit. I lapped up her juices and licked long strokes up one side and then down the other. I plunged my fingers back into her pussy. My tongue teased her clit.
She moaned, and her head fell back again, but she corrected herself immediately.
"Good girl." I licked her as I sawed in and out of her pussy with my fingers. "You like obeying me, don't you, sub?"
"Yes, Sir." She struggled to put together a simple sentence.
"You like when I tongue fuck you?" I pressed my face into her pussy.
She nodded, and her mouth dropped open.
"You like wearing my collar?” I tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh yes, Sir," she said between breaths. She clenched around my fingers.
"You greedy fucking slut," I said.
"Oh, God." She moaned. "Please, Sir?"
"What can I do for you, sub?" I flicked her clit again.
"Please can I come?" she asked.
"I don't know. Technically, you did speak before the thirty minutes were up." I spoke into her pussy.
"Harrison." She screamed her voice laced with pleasure and anger.
I stopped.
Her eyes blinked, and she bit her lip.
My mouth hovered over her glistening pussy. Her juices coated my chin and tongue.
The regret on her face broke my heart.
I stood up but kept my fingers inside her. I fell into her eyes.
I leaned over and pressed my other hand on her abdomen while jerking my hand up and down on her g-spot.
"Say you're sorry," I yelled over the sound of her body being pushed to its limit.
"Sorry, Sir," she screamed back as her whole body stiffened.
"You mean it?" I asked.
"Yes." She spat at me.
"You're not going to be an obstinate little sub, are you?" I jerked against her body.
"Oh God, yes. I mean, no." Tears ran down her face. "Fuck," she growled. She was about to pop. Her pending orgasm coursed through her core.
I wanted to feel it on my cock.
"Come for me, sub." As soon as the words left my mouth, I removed my hand and replaced it with my cock.
Brooklyn couldn't begin to understand what was going on with her body, but I got to watch. She squirted and push my dick out.
I grabbed the collar and pulled her close to me.
Her body convulsed as if she was having a sexual seizure. She howled. Before the shockwave subsided, she fell into subspace.
I pushed back in and shot my load in her.
She had milked me dry.
When I could feel my legs, I unclipped her cuffs. I held her in my arms and walked her into the playroom. She stirred in my arms as I laid us both down on the bed.
It was a little wider than a twin bed. I constructed the four-post bed from wood salvaged from Ms. Davenport's old house. It seemed appropriate.
She would approve.
I sat up against the headboard and cradled her in my lap. I touched her body, remaining connected while she drifted between consciousness.
When she came back to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close.
"Hey, you're okay, pup?" I kissed her cheek.
"How do you do that?" she said through muffled tears into my neck.
I laughed and continued to touch her, holding her, doing whatever I needed to do to make her feel safe. "Shh, you're okay. I'm here."
She settled back in my lap and blinked before looking around. "Where are we?" she asked as she reached for the tag on her collar and rubbed it.
"Still in the work room." I held her.
"I thought this was a storage space." She looked around.
"Not anymore."
"You built us a playroom." She smiled up at me.
"Started it anyway." I kissed her lips. "I thought you could help me with the rest. After all, you are the decorator."
She smiled and kissed me. "It will be my pleasure, Sir."
"So what do you think we should get first?"
She looked around as if assessing what the room needed.
"Chains that hang from the ceiling, I think." She smirked and held me tight. "So we can fly."
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Acknowledgments
I have to thank God for his support and guidance. Yes, Christian women can write sexy books, too. That’s between me and my God.
Love to my family. Thank you all for your support and for building me up.
I got away from the beta step in my writing process over my last couple of books. I’m not sure why. Maybe with seven sports romances under my belt I felt I had the formula down.
When I attempted to write Salvage Him, it was a bit of a departure from my usual stuff. I solicited the help of four amazing young women.
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