by VJ
“You’ve already disobeyed me, though, haven’t you, baby?” His voice flowed over her like caramel, hot and smooth and sweet. He had stood, and with each word his breath stirred lightly over her neck. Elise caught her breath at the sensation as delicious chills washed over her body.
“Answer me, baby.” He caught her chin in his fingers, his grip just short of painful. “You’ve already been very, very bad.”
“I…” She couldn’t focus on what he was asking, couldn’t think of how she’d disobeyed him. “I haven’t done anything wrong, Master.”
That wasn’t the answer he was looking for, because his grip on her chin tightened, and he tilted her head back until, she knew, he was looking directly down into her face.
“Did I tell you to let the past stay in the past?” His voice was hard, implacable. His courtroom voice.
“Yes.” She felt a stirring of unease, not the first but certainly the strongest.
He rubbed his thumb roughly over her lower lip, smearing her lipstick.
“Yes what, baby?” His hand slid down from her chin to wrap around her throat. Not hurting. Not even threatening, exactly. More of a reminder.
“Master,” she hurried to add. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, wondering for a second at how strange it was for her, a well-known and respected prosecuting attorney, to apologize for not calling a man “Master”. “I forgot.”
“Don’t forget again.” He whispered the words against her lips and she found herself leaning toward the sound of his voice, the taste of his breath. “Now.” He flicked his tongue over her lower lip, moved to nip at the angle of her jaw. “Where were we?”
He was moving now, stepping behind her, sliding his hand over the arch of her neck before trailing his fingers down her spine to where the bustier stopped him.
“Ah, yes, I remember.” She felt the pressure of his finger as he dragged it down her back, lightly bumping over the satin ribbon that laced up the back of the corset-style garment. “We were discussing how you’ve disobeyed me.” He reached around, pausing to skim his hands over the line of her arms, stroking the sensitive skin, even brushing lightly over her armpits. Chill bumps bloomed all along the path his fingers took.
“I told you to leave Velvet Ice in the past, correct?”
“Yes, Master.” Anxiety and arousal kept her voice low. She didn’t understand the spell he was weaving, but God help her, she couldn’t get enough.
“Excellent.” His hands came to rest on her hips, just above the waistband of her skirt, and he gave an approving little squeeze. “Did you leave Velvet Ice in the past as you were instructed?”
“No, Master.” Anxiety was beginning to get the upper hand, and Elise wondered yet again what the hell she’d gotten herself into. The dual feelings of aching arousal and a healthy dose of the unknown literally made her want to cry. She had never needed to come as badly as she did at that moment, at Derek’s hands.
“No,” he agreed, “you didn’t. So you must see that you disobeyed me, right, baby?”
“Master,” she rushed out, fear and arousal and confusion getting the better of her. “You said I could ask questions.” He stilled for a moment, then flexed his fingers against her waist in a gentle caress.
“I did. Ask.”
“Derek, are we okay?” She didn’t know quite how to put her fears into words, a truly unusual situation for an accomplished trial lawyer. “I mean…” She hesitated, searching. “How angry are you?” She bit back a curse. That was what she wanted to know, but at the same time, it wasn’t. It was immediately clear that he’d missed her deeper meaning when he moved around her and pulled away her makeshift blindfold. The eyes that met hers were icy, his face nearly expressionless.
“Are you asking me if I’ll hurt you?” He gave his head a quick, angry shake. “That’s the point, isn’t it, baby? By agreeing to accept me as your Master, you’re agreeing to be my slave. You’re agreeing to entrust me with your body and your heart. With your pleasure and, if I deem it necessary or desirable, with your pain as well.” He’d stepped back, taking the drugging heat of his body away, and she rather desperately wanted it back. “If you aren’t ready to give me that trust, you should never have started this.”
He moved toward the wall panel, as if he were going to lower her arms, and Elise saw their future moving away with him.
“Dammit, Derek, stop.” She spared a moment to notice the irony of her decidedly not submissive tone. He stopped but didn’t turn back to face her. “It’s hard for me to blindly trust you,” she said in a softer tone, “when I feel like you don’t trust me.”
He finally turned to face her, his brown eyes unfathomable in the dimly lit room.
“I’m willing to give you everything, Derek. I want to give you everything. I just need to know that you’re doing the same for me.”
Finally he moved closer, so close that the satiny cotton of his shirt brushed against her bare skin.
“I love you, Elise,” he said, looking steadily into her eyes. “I love you enough to do anything, to give up anything, in order to be with you.”
“That’s just the thing, Derek. I don’t want you to give anything up.”
His hand rose to cup her chin again—this time his grip was gentle. “I guess we’ve both got a learning curve here, baby,” he finally said. He dipped his head and pressed a sweet, almost chaste kiss to her lips and Elise felt a rush of relief so overwhelming that she might have fallen if it hadn’t been for the cuffs securing her hands to the bar.
Pulling back with an edgy smile, Derek let his eyes trail over her body, lingering at all the interesting parts.
“You’re right,” he conceded. “I haven’t given you a reason to trust me. I’ve thrown a tantrum, then acted all righteously angry when you responded to it.” He trailed his index finger along the top edge of her bustier, leaving a line of fire in its wake. “So here’s how it goes,” he said firmly. “I am angry, at myself as much as at you. But I will never punish you out of anger. When I punish you, the ultimate goal is your pleasure, because that is ultimately where my own pleasure comes from.” He toyed with the lace of her lingerie, letting his eyes slide hotly over her breasts before dragging them back to meet her gaze. “Can we work with that?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, throat clogged with tears of relief and the release of tension. “Yeah, we can work with that.” She blinked a couple of times, trying to clear her suddenly blurry vision. He gave a devilish smile that made her mouth dry and her pussy very, very wet.
“Yeah we can work with that, what?” he asked in that sinful, caramel voice.
She shivered and had to clear her throat before she could respond.
“We can work with that…Master.”
Derek moved slowly around to Elise’s back. He stroked the lace ties of her bustier, then slowly untied them to release her beautiful breasts. Finally he unzipped the back of the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood gloriously naked except for her stockings and boots. Her ivory skin glowed in the dim light of the room. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and order her to take him into her mouth. That would come soon enough, though. First she needed to feel his flogger against her soft flesh.
He went to his toys and selected a soft leather flogger, along with a few other surprises he intended for her. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen several degrees, or maybe it was just his natural reaction to Elise’s glorious nudity. At any rate, Derek removed his shirt. He needed to cool down a bit or there was no way he was going to get through this evening.
Standing behind her once again, he raised the flogger and skimmed it along the top of Elise’s buttocks. “I’m going to spank that naughty ass of yours for disobeying me several times this evening.”
“Is this…is this my punishment?” The uncertainty in her voice caused shivers up and down his spine. Elise was never unsure about anything in her life, never caught by surprise.
“No, baby, this isn’t your punishment. This i
s just a little taste of the pleasure you’re going to experience this night.” He slid the flogger slowly over her body, allowing the individual straps to brush gently down her between her shoulders, tracing the path of her spine.
Derek pulled back and struck her lightly, sending the soft leather tails of the flogger over her ass and between her thighs, not hard enough to give her any real pain, but enough to get her attention. He moved to face her, flicking the flogger lightly over her breasts, the ends of the leather kissing her tight nipples, wrapping around each hip.
Her eyes slid half closed as she grew accustomed to the sensation, signaling to Derek that she needed a deeper stroke. He flicked his hand and the leather tails cracked across her mons. Her eyes opened wide and she let out the smallest moan. He raised his hand again and snapped his wrist down harder. The flesh along the front of her thighs started to glow pink.
Derek watched Elise in wonder. Already her lips were red and damp, her nipples tight and swollen with excitement. For the first time he wondered if maybe he’d been wrong, if maybe Elise could fill her place not only as his love, but as his beloved submissive.
He let the flogger sting over her from neck to thighs, marking every inch of bare white skin with thin pink lines of sensation. He covered her front with his marks, gritting his teeth in an almost primal satisfaction at the sight, then moved to repeat the process on her back. She was twisting slightly under the blows, giving breathy little cries that stroked over his dick like a feather. So beautiful. So his.
Once he’d layered another round of lashes over her creamy skin, he stepped back to survey the result. Her eyes were big and damp. She looked unsettled but not upset. Her body was flushed a deep pink from her neck to the tops of her fishnet stockings. He circled her slowly, enjoying the sight of her full ass glowing red from his flogger.
Setting the flogger aside, Derek moved in close behind her. He had a sudden craving to taste her silky skin, to feel the heat of her against his tongue. He crouched, blowing lightly against the base of her spine and laughing a little as she shuddered in reaction. Still smiling, he traced a heart on the sensitive spot before dragging his tongue up the length of her spine. She moaned softly when he tickled the soft hollow behind her ear with the tip of his tongue, and whimpered more sharply when he nipped at her lobe with impatient teeth.
“You taste so sweet, Lise,” he whispered hotly. Reaching around her, he cupped the full globes of her breasts, squeezing deeply. He didn’t let his touch become brutal, but he did let her feel the power in his grip. Her back arched. She pressed her breasts tighter into his grasp and ground her ass against his groin.
“Nuh-uh, baby,” he scolded, releasing her breasts and moving his hips out of her range. “I get to do the touching.”
She stopped the movement but he could feel the tension vibrating in her, as if it took a lot of effort to remain still. He smiled. This might be a completely new and unprecedented turn for their sex life, but Elise’s reactions were right in character. She was a take-charge woman—take no prisoners, no holds barred. Giving over even this much power must rankle.
He had a burning need to make her give over even more.
Stepping away from her, Derek moved back to the control panel on the wall. With the press of a button he lowered the bar her hands were restrained to enough for her to step off the platform. When he was satisfied she had enough slack, he moved back in front of her, wrapping one hand around her hip to steady her.
“Step down and stand here.” He indicated a spot about four feet in front of the platform. She did as he said without comment, her big blue eyes damp and locked on his face.
“Elise?” Her lips parted and her gaze became questioning. “Eyes on the floor, baby. You don’t get to look at my face unless I give you permission.” Those gorgeous eyes shimmered with irritation and that luscious mouth closed and pressed into a firm line, but she obeyed, again without comment. “Excellent, baby,” he praised her, letting his amusement show in his voice. Her eyes narrowed in offense, but she held her tongue. Pity. He’d have enjoyed punishing her for being mouthy. She’d have enjoyed it, too.
Once he was certain she was steady on her feet, he went back to the control panel and gave her more slack. “Kneel,” he ordered, keeping his voice brusque. She did, somehow managing to make the movement graceful even with her hands bound and spread wide above her head. When she was on her knees he took up the excess chain until her arms were pulled far above her, stretching her beautifully until she was almost lifted off her knees. The tension in her arms would quickly become uncomfortable, he knew. It would help her to keep her focus as she followed his next set of directions.
He walked leisurely back and stood in front of her. Her position put her mouth level with his dick, a situation his dick appreciated. The agonizingly hard flesh was pressing so hard against his zipper that Derek wouldn’t have been surprised if the damn thing had burst under the pressure.
Elise’s gaze had fastened on the formidable bulge it made in his trousers, and this time Derek didn’t scold her. He wanted her attention there. He wanted her to see just how turned-on he was by her submission.
With slow, taunting movements, he worked his belt loose. He pulled it free of his belt-loops with a low hiss of leather on wool and draped it around her neck. The black leather made her ivory skin glow like a pearl.
He flicked open the slide closure on his pants, then worked the zipper carefully down. His dick was throbbing, leaking pre-cum until there was a wet spot on his crimson boxer briefs and lunging to get free of the constricting wool of his pants. He gingerly lifted the soft cotton of his briefs and pulled them and his pants down just enough to free his dick entirely. He let the layers of wool and cotton bunch low on his hips and let his dick wave free in the cool air.
He gave a little sigh of relief when it was finally free. The pounding flesh was so hard it pointed straight up, painting a damp line across his abdomen. The relief was short lived, though. Elise was staring at his dick with hungry eyes. Her lips were parted, the tip of her pink tongue slicking over them.
That was what he wanted. Where he needed to be. Her soft, wet, hot mouth.
“You’re going to suck me, baby,” he told her. She shivered in reaction to the words, and he loved it. “You’re going to keep that pretty mouth open and I’m going to fuck your face.” Sharp white teeth sank into her bottom lip. He recognized the expression—she made it when she was ready to come. He took hold of his dick and slapped it lightly against her cheek. Her breath quickened. His dick howled in protest. It wanted her mouth, now.
“You aren’t allowed to come,” he continued, ignoring the throbbing in his balls. “I, on the other hand, will.” He rubbed the head of his dick over her cheeks, painting her skin with pre-cum. “I’m going to shoot all over you, baby,” he promised her. “I’m going to mark you until every Dom out there knows that you belong to me.”
Her panting breaths were now being punctuated with little whimpers. Oh, yeah. His baby needed to come in the worst way. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t part of the plan yet.
He took her chin in a gentle grip and tugged her mouth open. What a gorgeous sight. Then he gripped his dick and slowly thrust the head between her lips. He let her give a soft, startled suck before pulling back out. His eyes wanted to cross, but Derek kept control. Barely.
He spent a long time making shallow thrusts, letting her sweep her tongue over the sensitive skin beneath the head of his dick, letting her suck just enough for his balls to draw up tight to his body. Every so often he’d pause to rub his dick over her mouth. Sometimes he’d rub it over her cheeks or slap her gently with it.
Eventually, though, he didn’t have the self-control to keep playing, and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Each thrust took him deeper into the hot, wet haven. He gave her more, more and still more, until her eyes were tearing and she was gasping between thrusts. His orgasm was barreling down on him like a freight train—there was nothing he could do to stop
or even slow it.
With a low, guttural groan that felt like it was dragged out of his gut, Derek pulled out of her mouth and gripped his dick brutally. Two quick jerks and he was coming, shooting like a fountain to coat her chin, her chest. Just when he thought he was done, Elise snaked her tongue out and licked the cum off her mouth. The pure eroticism of the movement wrenched another spurt out of him, and this one he aimed at her open mouth.
Elise’s body was humming, her pussy throbbing. She’d always enjoyed sucking Derek off, had positively craved his taste and the silk-over-steel strength of his cock. But what they’d just done—no what he’d just done to her—put mere enjoyment in the shade.
Something about being helpless, stretched to the point of pain, focused her arousal in like a laser. And the feeling that he was using her, just using her body for his own release, ramped it up all the more. The tiny, rational part of her brain that was still functioning told her that she should feel degraded. But she didn’t. She felt more desired than she ever had before, even in the most intimate of their lovemaking. Seeing that last, helpless pulse of cum had shot such a feeling of power through her that she’d had to hold her breath and clench every muscle in her body to keep from coming herself.
Derek stood over her for a long moment, chest heaving with his breaths. She knew her chest was heaving too. God, she wanted him. Wanted him like never before. He kept her waiting for several minutes before tipping her chin up with one finger. His eyes were nearly black, intense and penetrating. He ran his finger gently over her cheek, gathering up the cum spattered there, and brought it to her lips. She sucked it in without thought, savoring the taste of his skin and his cum. He gave a low, groaning laugh, and pulled back.
“You are dangerous to my self-control,” he murmured, taking a step back and looking admiringly at the picture she made. She felt like a not-so-virgin sacrifice, all spread and stretched for him to do with her as he willed.