Governor (Governor Trilogy 1)

by Lesli Richardson

  Turns out she gives me an ETA of five minutes, so I grab my stuff and head downstairs. I emerge from the building just as her car turns in to the dorm parking lot.

  I drop my stuff in the backseat and she leans in for a hello kiss after I buckle my seat belt.

  “How’s my boy?” she asks.

  I don’t know if the heat filling my cheeks is excitement or fear. “Good, Ma’am.”

  “Let’s go home. We’re going to study, eat leftovers, and then play after dinner. Okay?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She’s driving, because she’s made no attempt to swap places with me. I’ve driven her car a couple of times, and it terrifies me every time. Her car is only a few months old and worth way more than mine.

  It feels weird to pull into her driveway and not see the Snot Box sitting there. I was almost hoping this was a mindfuck and Carter would be waiting for us here.

  A few weeks ago, I would have killed to have this alone time with her.

  What the actual fuck is wrong with me that I’m struggling because I’m alone with her and Carter is absent?

  Inside the front door, I stop, toe off my shoes, and start stripping. Ironically, I’m so nervous that I don’t need to feel self-conscious about an eager erection—I’m soft.

  I retrieve my cuffs and collar from my bag and find her in the kitchen so she can put them on me.

  This feels…different. Not necessarily bad different—I hope—but I’m not used to this.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking, boy,” she says after I’m suitably attired.

  I shrug. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

  “Kind of the bastard extraordinaire’s point.” She smiles, and it eases every concern I had back to a dull, manageable anxiety instead of the manic, gnawing, borderline ache of fear growing inside me.

  “I’m still worried about his nightmares,” I add.

  She nods. “He texted me screenshots. If he didn’t feel he could handle it, he would have said so. I also might have put my own condition on tonight.”

  “Condition?”

  “Yeah. That if he wakes up with a really bad nightmare, he’s to call us, and I’ll send you to the dorm.”

  I’m not sure if he’d do that, because Carter is a master of looking after others before himself, but it does ease a few more worries inside me. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

  “Of course. I don’t want him having nightmares.”

  We settle in to study, but I have to ask one more thing. “Are we going to do…this a lot?”

  “This?”

  “Me and you alone?”

  She shrugs. “I think he wants to see how we’ll do.”

  “He’s not going to leave us, is he?”

  “Owen, look at me.”

  I do.

  “Carter isn’t going anywhere. I am not going anywhere. Are you going somewhere?”

  I shake my head.

  “Good. Then we’re all on the same page. This is Carter wanting to safely test things out. A sort of load test.”

  “Load test?”

  “To make sure everyone’s on the same page and really happy with how things are. Please, just relax and go with the flow, all right?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  I mean, I’ll try, but that’s a hell of a lot harder than it sounds.

  Believe me, I know.

  * * * *

  We study, we eat dinner, and then…

  Play.

  Susa catches my hand and leads me to her bedroom. The new suitcase is sitting on the floor near the bed, and she leads me over to it.

  When she unzips it and opens it…

  Oh, boy.

  I hear the click in my throat when I swallow.

  “Yes, there’s a reason I didn’t want you helping me unpack last night.” She’s wearing a smile as she leans in and pulls out a clear acrylic paddle. “We didn’t just go shopping for something for Danny’s birthday. There’s a reason it’s called Sin City, and not just because of the gambling.

  The suitcase—a large rolling one—is full of…

  Oh, boy.

  “Did you rob a sex store?”

  “No, but there are a couple of specialty shops in Las Vegas that sell good quality implements and other BDSM paraphernalia.” She points at the bed. “Bend over the end of the bed, boy.”

  The hard edge in her tone hardens my cock as I comply.

  She grabs my wrists and pulls them behind me, and I hear her apply a snap clip.

  “You questioned Sir this morning,” she says with that same darker edge in her voice. “Made him basically repeat himself to you. In the future, unless you didn’t actually understand what was said, do not question his decisions, or mine. That’s twenty strokes. I want you to count them.”

  The good kind of fear rolls through me, much like what I felt when Carter and I first started this. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She wastes no time, and it’s not a fun little playful smack, either. It’s a hard, stinging swat across my left ass cheek that brings tears to my eyes. “One, Ma’am.”

  By the time she’s delivered number twenty, I’m legit crying.

  I don’t know why, either. I mean, as in, I have no clue. It’s not the pain, it’s something else, and I can’t identify it.

  She puts the paddle down and her cool hands soothe my flesh. “There’s my good boy, all better,” she coos. “Everything’s forgiven and all better.”

  I’m…gone. Totally, utterly, completely gone. She kneels behind me and kisses my flesh, soothing it with her mouth, up and down. My hard-on had disappeared during the spanking, but now it’s back with a vengeance.

  She stops and I hear her move away for a moment. When she returns, she blindfolds me. I hear the rustle of clothes and feel the mattress dip in front of me.

  Her fingers plunge into my hair and she lifts my head. “Get busy, boy,” she orders.

  She pulls my face into her pussy and I…

  I can’t tell you how long I lie there. It could have been fifteen minutes or fifteen hours, quite honestly. I’m too intent on making her moan and getting her over. I lose track after the third one, and I listen as she directs me, tells me things to do, and I revel in the pleasured moans I receive in response.

  This is…

  Fuck me, this is Heaven. My ignored cock is rubbing against the bed and I don’t even care if I never get off again, because I’m making Susa make noises that have me flying like nothing else ever has before.

  It takes her jerking on my ear to finally stop me. I lie there with my cheek pressed against the inside of her left thigh. Her scent fills my lungs and her taste fills my mouth, covers my lips, my chin. There’s probably a wet spot on the bed now.

  Fingers tangle in my hair and she starts massaging my scalp, just like…

  Just like Carter.

  I struggle not to think about him, not to worry about him, but he might as well be right here with us anyway, and it almost feels wrong that he’s not despite me loving the fact that I have Susa to myself for tonight.

  I remember the evening he gave me the hidden hints for assembling the IKEA furniture. Is this another way of him trying to help me out?

  I guess I shouldn’t question it.

  She finally sits up and unclips my wrists. “Blindfold stays on,” she says, but her fingers catch my collar and she guides me up the bed and has me lie on my back, where my freshly beaten ass reminds me of what I’ve already been through.

  She takes my hand and puts it on my cock, then settles in next to me, spooned alongside me, my head nestled in the crook of her left arm. “Take your time and play with yourself,” she softly whispers in my ear. “Don’t make yourself come.”

  It’s even hotter not being able to see, trusting her. Her right hand caresses my body, plays with my nipples, slides down and cradles my sac. I feel her swipe a finger along the head of my cock, over the slit, and it makes me shiver with pleasure.

  I hear a soft noise. “You taste good, boy.”

/>   I have to slow my strokes even more because that nearly makes me come. “Thank you, Ma’am. So do you.”

  She tasted me!

  Her hand closes over mine. “Stop,” she whispers.

  I do.

  We lie there for several minutes while she’s apparently waiting for me to cool down a little.

  “What if I want to suck your cock, boy. Are you okay with that?”

  I try to speak, clear my throat when a squeak comes out, and try again. “I belong to Ma’am,” I manage. “Whatever you want to do within my hard limits and with Sir’s permission.”

  Wait…does she have permission from Sir to do that?

  “Good boy.” Apparently she does, because she untangles herself from me, sits up, and then she pulls my hand away from my cock. “Oh, wait.”

  She gets up and I remain where I am. I can hear her, track her progress in the room. She returns and lifts my hands over my head. I hear an unfamiliar clink, like chain, confirmed when I feel it as she attaches it to my wrist cuffs with two snap clips.

  “There,” she says, sounding satisfied.

  Apparently, she has modified her headboard to include a new pet restraint system.

  She pushes my legs apart and I feel her breath first. It washes over my cock, making it eagerly twitch.

  “Oh, almost forgot.”

  She grabs my cock, then I feel her stretching something and putting it over my cock and balls.

  One of the cockrings Sir bought from the adult store a few weeks ago. This one kind of lifts and separates everything.

  It also makes me throb in a nearly painful way.

  “Don’t come yet, boy,” she says.

  My world unhinges. I lie there, helpless, struggling to obey as she does things to me with her mouth that I didn’t know could be done to another human. I’m literally in tears begging to be allowed to come when she chuckles.

  “Good boy. You can come.”

  I do, almost immediately. Second most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had, next to the night of my birthday celebration where I blacked out.

  Although alcohol might have contributed to the blackout. Still, it doesn’t take away from how hot that was.

  The butt plug orgasms are now third place.

  She turns the TV on and snuggles in next to me, but doesn’t unclip my wrists or remove the blindfold. I lie there next to her, listening, inhaling her scent with every breath. She’s always touching me, too, either her leg against mine, or a hand, or something. I don’t feel alone or ignored.

  I feel like I’m waiting for whatever it is that she wants to do next.

  Being blindfolded for this long forces me to focus on her and makes me lose track of time. I’m getting hard again from her increased touches and explorations when she shifts position in bed. I feel her straddle me.

  “You can come, boy.” She takes the cockring off me and engulfs me with her mouth at the same time she lowers her pussy onto my face.

  Don’t have to ask me twice.

  I’m a fast learner and use some of the things she’s taught me tonight to get her over a couple of times before she finishes me. I’m humping up into her mouth, eager, this whole thing even hotter because I’m her immobilized plaything.

  I’m her toy.

  I’m Hers.

  This time, she rolls off me and unclips my wrists, then removes the blindfold. She’d turned off the lights at some point and it’s only the TV for light now. I blink, the world coming into focus and her smile lighting my soul.

  “Let’s clean up and go to sleep, boy.” She leans in and kisses me, full-on the way she did in Las Vegas, with tongue and everything.

  A few minutes later, we’re falling asleep tangled together. She’s put on a long T-shirt I think might actually be Carter’s, but I’m naked and in cuffs and collar.

  I can’t help it that, as I fall asleep with her snuggled in my arms, I’m worried about Carter.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  It’s the smell of coffee brewing Tuesday morning that awakens me. When I roll over in the darkened bedroom, I gravitate toward the heat source I feel next to me.

  What makes my eyes pop open is the fact that it’s a very Carter-shaped body I just rolled against, and he’s dressed. Well, half-dressed. He’s wearing shorts.

  “Good morning, boy.” He hasn’t been awake for long himself, because his voice sounds gravelly, thick.

  I sit up. “What time it is?”

  “Just after six.” He reaches up and catches my collar, pulling me back down into his arms. “No PT today, if you were wondering. I overdid it yesterday.”

  I’m wide awake now. “When did you get here, Sir?” I never heard him arrive.

  “A while ago. You going to settle in and snuggle, or do I need to spank you?”

  I settle in, and he quickly drifts back to sleep.

  I realize I have no idea what Susa’s normal weekday morning routine is like. I know she’s not a morning person, but she’s very disciplined.

  She’s also not in bed with us.

  And now I’m wide awake.

  When the bedroom door quietly opens a while later, Susa appears. She’s already showered and dressed, and she smiles when she sees Carter’s asleep. She leans in and kisses me good morning, then whispers in my ear.

  “See you later. Give him a kiss for me.”

  And she’s gone.

  I do all I can do, and that is close my eyes and doze while waiting for Carter’s alarm to go off on his phone a little after seven.

  He stretches, reaches for it, and shuts it off. “Motherfucker,” he mutters, which is his usual first word of the morning, or something similar, on weekdays. “Pet leave?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stares at me for a long moment. “She punished you, huh?”

  When the hell are they having these conversations? “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to question you, I just…” I sigh. “I mean, I was, but only because I was worried there was a problem.”

  “Boy, I promise you, if I ever have a problem, I will tell you. I might mindfuck you for my sadistic amusement, but I’ll never play passive-aggressive games with you when it comes to our relationship. Ever. I won’t let Susa do that, either. I need you to trust me.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “It’s okay.” He groans as he sits up. “Coffee, please. Bring it to me in the bathroom. We’ll take an extra-long shower this morning.” Then he chuckles. “Unless she wore you out last night.”

  I’m a well-trained pet. My cock loves this routine and eagerly twitches. “She didn’t wear me out.”

  “Good boy. Then get moving.”

  I do. An hour later, we’ve both had orgasms, I’ve given him Susa’s good-morning kiss, and I’m driving us to campus in my car, because that’s what he drove over to Susa’s.

  But Carter asks me to drop him off closer to the building where his first class is and tells me that I don’t need to get his door for him, because we’ll just hold up traffic.

  “Are you all right, Sir?”

  “I’ll be okay. The trip took more out of me than I thought. I should have had us walk yesterday—that was not smart for me to do. I’ll be okay. I try to push myself too hard.” He starts to reach for his door after the car stops but pauses. “Oh, you’ll go with Susa again today. Go back to the dorm after your last class and text her.”

  Then he’s out before I can ask him more questions. The car pulling up behind me means I can’t throw it into park and go after him, either.

  Dammit.

  * * * *

  This new, weird routine repeats. The difference is what happens at night between Susa and myself. She experiments with other paddles and floggers and implements they purchased in Las Vegas. She uses the vibrating butt plug on me while she teaches me how to give head to a realistic dildo. The deeper I go, the more enthusiasm I show, then the more pleasure I earn for myself. She feeds me my own cum and manages to make me beg for it by edging me, rewarding me.
/>   It makes me wonder if there’s more that will be expected of me in the future.

  I find that I don’t care, because I’m enjoying everything that we’re doing so much it completely drives me back to those sweetest, earliest depths of subspace.

  She introduces me to strap-on play.

  #loveit

  She doesn’t, however, have intercourse with me. Not that I’m complaining, because she wrings me dry in many other ways, and I love going down on her.

  #everyonesawinner

  Every morning, Susa’s already awake and up and gone, replaced by Carter, and neither of them will give me a solid answer about when he arrived.

  Needless to say, PT is off for the week.

  #goodwithit

  Friday evening is when everything changes in my world.

  Again.

  Susa plays with me for about an hour, getting me worked up, edging me, not letting me come and not getting herself off, either. She’s put on music instead of the TV, and I’m not blindfolded.

  Finally, when I’m begging for relief while she plays with my cock, she sweetly smiles. “What will you do for it?”

  “Anything, Ma’am!”

  “Anything?”

  Uh-oh. I wonder what I’m setting myself up for, but I remember that mindfucks are allowed, and they’ll never cross my hard limits, either one of them.

  “Anything, Ma’am.”

  “Good.” She buckles my bit gag on me, then sits back and smiles down at me. “Wait here.”

  She leaves the bedroom.

  She’s gone for a while, maybe ten minutes or so. I’m watching the doorway. I can’t see down the hallway, but I can see the way shadows are cast on the wall when someone walks down it from either direction.

  I see a shadow.

  Then I freeze as I see a second one. I watch, simultaneously turned on and confused as Carter leads Susa through the bedroom door. I don’t know when he arrived because I never heard him.

  Susa’s wearing a blindfold, leather collar, leather cuffs on her wrists, which are clipped together in front of her with a double-ended snap clip, and matching leather cuffs on her ankles.