by Karen Nappa
"I promise, I will…Sir."
He looked for a moment in her face and seemed satisfied with what he was seeing. He nodded and started to work on her other nipple.
Suzie's face was wet with sweat or tears or maybe both. She couldn't move and she couldn't think. How could she have thought going to the bedroom meant vanilla sex? He was a Dominant and a sadist and he had been prepared. Her hands were tied together above her head. Her legs were held wide apart. Her nipples were clamped and had long before stopped aching, but she knew they had to come off at some point. After a slow exploration of her body, Connor had gone down on her. He had worked her up to a small orgasm. It had been nice, like a lazy summer river meandering through the field at a mellow past. Flowing for sure, but not with a voracious pull determined to drag her along and under.
Suzie expected him to stop, but he continued, biting her clit—hard. Suzie screamed. She looked down at him, and his eyes were dark with passion. She could see his mirth and evil intent. The man had clamped his jaw down on her clit. The initial shock and pain had eased a bit. He was pumping two fingers inside her vagina. Her clit started feeling numb from the lack of blood. "What are—" she started, but her sentence ended in a gurgling scream as he released both nipple clamps and her blood rushed back to her abused nubs. Suzie cried and pulled on the cuffs.
Connor watched her as he held her clit captive between his teeth. He loved the way she gave in to her desires and reveled in the pain. He let go of her clit, giving the blood a moment to start pumping again. Suzie bucked and wailed. Connor slapped her clit and she came, screaming, gushing wetness over his hand, face, and the bed sheets. He didn't give her time to come down from her high but crawled up her body and positioned his rock-hard dick at her entrance. With a powerful thrust from his hips, he tunneled into her. Gone was the lazy river. She had fallen off a cliff and into white water rapids at the height of spring. She could do nothing except go with the flow. Connor kept driving his cock into her heat and wetness until he bellowed his own release.
It took Connor a couple of minutes to come to his senses after his orgasm. He released the bindings around her hands and was pleased she slipped her arms around him and was stroking his back.
"I love your muscles," Suzie mused.
Connor smiled. "I'm glad ye do." He pulled his half hard member from her and chuckled at the little tremble she gave. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and mumbled, "Hold on for a sec," as he quickly untied her legs.
Suzie noticed the wetness on the sheets. "Did I, um—"
Connor laughed at the embarrassed expression on her face. "Aye, most is from you; some is mine." He stroked her leg and sucked on his bottom lip while frowning. "I wonder if you'll be able to squirt."
"What!" Suzie exclaimed, bewildered.
He merely chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Squirting is female ejaculation. It might happen with some women when their G-spot is properly stimulated." Suzie frowned and he kissed the creases on her forehead. "Don't worry, missy. We'll find out."
Suzie lay her head down on his wide chest and Connor stroked her back and her arm. He enjoyed these quiet moments and allowed himself to relax for a bit.
After a couple of minutes, Suzie pulled back and peered into his face. "Why did you want me to use my safeword?"
Ah, the missy was done cuddling, was she? He pulled both their bodies up and settled against the headboard. "Yes, I did. We're still new to each other and you're new to the lifestyle." Suzie noticed how serious he was by his accent. He still had the pleasant lilt that gave his heritage away, but his wording was pure American now. "It's very important to know your limits."
"You didn't sound upset or mad when I screwed up," Suzie observed, "and you didn't give me the silent treatment like Richard would have done."
"How's that?" he wanted to know.
Suzie tried to find a way to explain. "Once, I lost my car keys, and Richard had to come and get me and the kids from the mall." Suzie pulled her legs up and slung her arms around them. "He didn't scream or yell, like Laura's ex did, but he was mad. It was almost a week before he said more to me than 'pass me the potatoes' or 'turn out the light.'" She rested her chin on her knees.
Connor stroked her back and waited for her to continue.
"I think I'd rather he had yelled," she sighed.
Connor shifted his body and positioned himself behind her huddled form. "I get that. Passive aggressive is the hardest kind of anger to defend yourself from." He pressed his chest to her back and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not the screaming and yelling type, but you'll know when I'm displeased with you. You'll get punished and we'll be over it."
Suzie turned her head, and two big blue eyes, shimmering with tears, looked up at him. "Punished?"
He grinned. "Aye, punishment. I like to make unruly subs behave." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Why do you think I like being a DM so much?"
Suzie remembered how Sonja shared a tidbit about a punishment. Instead of what you might have expected, it had been only a little pain but a lot of humiliation. Sonja said she was very careful with her behavior when Connor was DM nowadays. Suzie might be a masochist, but she was so not into humiliation, so she might want to change the subject now. "I was wondering…" she trailed off and Connor hummed. "Is that the Great Seal tattooed on your back?"
Connor murmured, "Something like that." She tried to turn, but he halted her movement. "Go to sleep, Suzie. It's getting late."
When he reached the bedroom after he'd made breakfast the next morning, Suzie was crawling on the bedroom floor picking up and dropping clothes. He leaned against the doorpost, enjoying the sight before him. Tight little ass, thigh muscles flexing as she moved around, perky tits on display.
"You know," he drawled, "I love to see you on your knees, but you won't find yer underwear."
Grey-blue eyes blinked up at him, first incomprehensible and then with sparks of fire in them as his words dawned on her.
Suzie climbed to her feet and planted her hands on her hips. "Did you steal my panties?" she asked, bewildered.
"Aye." He crossed his arms over his chest not trying to hide his smirk. "Ye're not allowed to wear them."
She bristled and stuttered, and before she could think of, let alone formulate, a retort, he had invaded her personal space and was holding her head in a death grip as he plundered her mouth.
He looked down into her dazed eyes. "Get dressed, sub. Breakfast is ready." He swatted her ass for good measure and sauntered out.
Chapter 10
S onja blew a strand of hair out of her face and grinned at Suzie. "What do you think of it now?"
"Can you believe it's been almost a month?" Suzie rubbed the back of her hand over her forehead, leaving a smudge of flour behind. "It seems as if I've always been here. I'm loving it, and I think the customers enjoy the changes."
"Enjoy?" Sonja said with a laugh. "They don't just like them—they love them! The regulars have taken a real liking to you, and both the catering and the bakery are bringing us new customers already. You're doing really well, dear."
Suzie smiled back. "Thank you. I think we work well together, don't you?"
Sonja nodded vigorously. "How is it working out at home with you coming in so early?"
"My father comes in every morning after he takes Mary to her work. Did you know Mary works at the laundromat where Laura and James met?" Sonja shook her head. "Oh, okay. Well, she does, and when Laura and our dad went to get her clothes the day after the tornado, Dad met Mary—" Suzie was interrupted by a beeping oven. "Ah, that'll be the pecan pie for Ms. Avery, could you—"
Suzie's question was halted by Sonja, who had already put on the oven mitts and was opening the appliance's door while saying, "I've got it."
Suzie chuckled and remarked, "We're already finishing each other thoughts." Without missing a beat, she continued the rest of the story. "So, our dad met Mary and they've fallen in love. He hasn't been this happy since my mother died. Dad stays with t
he children until they leave for school. After Mary gets the laundromat open, they come back to my house and Mary helps out with the household chores and cooking. Dad takes her back and forth when she needs to be over there again. When I come home, we make dinner together, and after that, they go home. Dad is happy to be spending more time with the kids, the children are thrilled they don't have to go to aftercare, and I have a job I love." Suzie's face actually hurt a bit, she was smiling so much. There had been some adjustments. The early rising wasn't a big problem for her, but getting the children to bed early had been hard in the beginning.
"And how about Captain Connor?" Sonja asked with an exaggerated waggle with her eyebrows.
"Oh, girl." Suzie put her hands on her burning cheeks, smearing more flour on herself.
Sonja burst out laughing. "That good, eh?"
"Hi, Josh." Mrs. Kaspar smiled at him. "Nice to see you." Although he liked Tim's mother, he preferred to keep his distance. You never knew what adults would do.
Josh smiled back and nodded. "Hello, Mrs. Kaspar," he said. He liked coming to Tim's house. His own house was dark and reeked of stale beer, vomit, and weed. Tim's house was light and smelled of something citrusy, unless it was smelling of something delicious Tim's mom was baking. He didn't notice anything in particular today, but then Mrs. Kaspar was probably tired of baking so soon after Thanksgiving. The food was another reason he liked to be here. It was tasty and plentiful. Tim once told him they were poor, but Josh didn't buy that. There was always food in the Kaspar household. It was also clean, and Tim's mom baked all these great pies and cakes. Josh couldn't remember the last time there had been even store bought cookies at his house.
A questioning look from Tim alerted him. "Sorry, what?"
Tim elbowed him with a smile. "Mom was asking you if you wanted something to eat."
Josh's mouth watered; he hadn't had breakfast and had only eaten a wrinkly apple with sore spots for lunch. Mrs. Kaspar handed him a plate stacked with turkey sandwiches and a piece of leftover pumpkin pie before he finished his "Yes, please."
He was glad she turned away from him to fetch a plate for Tim. Although in Josh's experience, women didn't often hit, like Mom's boyfriends; they usually liked to touch. Josh almost preferred the harsh bite of the belt his mom's boyfriend had used over the clinging touches and wet kisses his mom gave. When she had the sweet smell of weed clinging to her and she wore that creepy smile on her face, she'd even touch him…there. Josh shuddered visibly and caught another strange look from Tim.
Josh put on his game face and boasted, "Let's eat, man, and then I'm going to beat you at Mario Kart."
Connor settled back in his chair. He had been going over some of his clients' financials this morning and was now anticipating the arrival of Suzie. Over the weeks, he and Suzie had established a nice routine. Usually, they had a playdate on Saturday. They would either meet at or go to Club Indigo or Suzie would come over to his place. Either way, Suzie would spend the night with him. To his own astonishment, sleeping beside her and waking up with her was as much a pleasure as playing with her. He hadn't been in a committed relationship before, so having a woman in his bed was a surprising benefit. He also had come to enjoy spending time with Suzie and her children—cozy family dinners, doing odd jobs around the house, and making breakfast for the children after he spent the night on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Connor grinned as he remembered Abby's bubbly presence. She was as lively and as mischievous as a litter of kittens, curious about the world. Tim was reserved, but the hostile vibes Connor had gotten from him on the first visit had subsided.
He smiled. He wanted to be a father to the young boy, but trust didn't come easy with Tim. Connor knew he needed to be patient, but his dominance roared to take over. Aye, and probably his pride, he admitted ruefully to himself.
Connor came back to the present with the snick of the front door. He started to rise, a warm feeling flooding through him. His rùnag was here. He paused in his movement. His rùnag? Where had that thought came from? Since when did he think of Suzie as his "little love?" Was he that serious about her?
Suzie sauntered into his office and walked up to his desk. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her slowly and thoroughly, pouring out all his feelings for her. Damn, she tasted good. He pulled back from her and nuzzled her neck. She smelled good, too. "You smell like coffee, chocolate, and orange, but there's more?"
Suzie chuckled. "That's probably the cardamom you're smelling. I made these overnight custard cups for dessert. If we like them, I want to try them for the café."
Connor nudged her head to the side and teased the tender skin at her neck with his lips and murmured against her flesh, "Hmm, what other new ideas do you have for the café?" He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it.
Suzie closed her eyes in bliss and gave in to the sensations. The man had a wicked mouth. A blistering smack on her thigh had her eyes popping open again. "Answer my question."
Suzie moaned. "Question?"
Connor chuckled. "Tell me about yer recipes."
She straightened and looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you honestly want to discuss recipes? Now?"
Connor struggled to keep a straight face. "Aye, as yer accountant, I want to be sure ye stay focused and on track with yer business goals." He traced a finger over the seam of her jeans.
Suzie felt confused and then aroused. Damn the man. The next moment, she struggled out of his hold and into a standing position in front of his chair. Suzie placed her hands on her hips. "Oh no, mister. You don't fool me. You're not looking for a talk about plans and bookkeeping."
Connor raised his eyebrows. "No?"
Suzie shook her head. "Uh-uh. I'm on to you."
"Ye are?"
A bright smile lit across her face. "I am, and that just gave you away."
"What did?" Connor was really curious now.
"Your accent thickens when you're getting turned on," Suzie said with an impish grin on her face.
"Brat," he growled. "For that, ye've earned a spanking."
Mischief sparkled in her eyes. "You've got to catch me first." She ran for the door.
Connor stood up slowly and grinned. He loved this playful side of her that was showing up more and more as time passed. He especially loved to '"punish'" her for these infractions.
Suzie glanced back over her shoulder before she reached the door. He was standing beside his desk, but he wasn't chasing her. Apparently, he needed more incentive to come after her, so she stuck her tongue out at him. The subs at Club Indigo thought she was crazy, but she loved to poke the sadist.
With a few quick strides, he moved after her, but she made it through the door and to the stairs in a heartbeat. She sprinted up two steps at a time and reached the top when she heard his pounding footfalls on the stairs behind her. For a man his size, he sure was quick. She had counted on being farther ahead. She almost reached the bathroom when he intercepted her. She was panting from the exertion and he had barely broken a sweat.
She pushed at his chest, but he had her in a firm lock against his body. "I was wondering where ye were planning to go. Sneaky sub trying to hide in the bathroom."
She giggled. "I'm sorry."
"No, ye're not." He grinned. "Yet." He bit her ear. He caught her flailing arm before she hit his face and pinned her arms in front of her. "Ye're mine, rùnag."
The strange word barely registered before Connor hauled her over to the bedroom and settled on the bed with her over his knees like she was a ragdoll instead of a living person. Strangely, it made Suzie feel more alive than ever—connected and cared for. People outside of the lifestyle didn't get this push and pull, this balance between give and take. She didn't understand it half of the time, herself. She only knew Connor gave her something she hadn't had with Richard.
Connor fondled her little ass through her jeans. She wasn't a big woman, but she could handle him and she could handle pain. He let his hand rain smacks over the globes. He
r first reaction was tensing up, but—like the true masochist she was—she soon relaxed into the blows until her body tensed in an entirely different way. "Ye're not allowed to come," he growled and smacked her twice at the tender creases between buttocks and thighs.
Suzie squirmed. "Please, Sir."
"Take off yer clothes and get back on the bed. I want ye on yer knees, hands on the headboard. Legs spread wide." Suzie obeyed his order. Connor buckled cuffs around her wrists and clipped them to the chains that were attached to rings on the back of the headboard. "Knees wider." He slapped the inside of her legs, and after she complied, he laid two stinging swats over her ass cheeks. He fondled them. "If ye could see yerself. Glowing ass. Offering yer cunt and yer asshole to me."
The man could talk her into orgasm.
"I'm going to plug that lovely asshole, and then I'm going to fuck ye until ye see stars." Connor pulled out the lube and started to rim her asshole.
Suzie trembled. Anal sex? According to Laura, it was pleasurable, but she didn't know about that. "Yellow, Sir."
Connor stopped what he was doing and was beside her head immediately. He squatted down so they were eye to eye. "Yes, Suzie?"
"I'm not sure about anal sex, Sir."
"I'm proud that you used your safeword and told me." Connor kissed her sweetly on the lips and settled his hip on the bed. "I'm not going to fuck your pretty little asshole, Suzie." He chuckled at her sigh of relief. "Today." He stroked her hair and continued. "I'm going to plug your virgin ass and we're going to work up to a size almost as big as my cock. I like giving you pain, Suzie, but I'm not going to harm or damage you."
"Okay," Suzie whispered. "I'm back to green."
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and swatted her ass several times. "Green is a good color," he mused, "but I love pink." He continued to prepare her tight little hole for a thumb-sized plug.
As Connor worked in the plug, Suzie's eyelids grew heavy. She was so horny, she was almost ready to let him fuck her ass, as long as he would do something. Connor had kept up the spanking during the entire rimming session and the man had taken his time. Her ass had the pleasant numbness she had come to associate with impact play and she was positive she'd feel the reminder tomorrow every time she moved and probably the day after, too. Suzie sobbed her relief as Connor finally settled behind her on his knees and slid home. His cock felt impossibly large with the butt plug in her anus.