"Do you know why I'm angry, Pet?"
He wasn't yelling at her, but the flat, low tone of his voice was louder to her than any shout she'd ever heard. A shiver of fear mixed with arousal confused her. "N-no, Sir."
"When I asked you where you had gone in your complex brain, what was the answer you gave me, word for word?"
Her mind raced–what had she said? "Um, I think I said it wasn't anything important, Sir."
She tensed when he approached and stood behind her widespread legs. She waited for him to touch her, spank her, do something to her but he made no contact with any part of her body. The longer he stood there and didn't touch her, the more she wanted him to, in any way he wanted. The suspense of the unknown was killing her. After a minute or so, he spoke again.
"I'm not your ex lump of cow-turd, Pet. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer worthy of your intelligence. 'It wasn't anything important' was not an intelligent answer. If I wanted you to give me a non-answer, I wouldn't have bothered to ask the question in the first place. For your little lie, you've earned a count of five. Would you like to revise your answer now or would you prefer I give you your ten, then tie your hands behind you and leave you standing here for the next hour with one vibrator in your pussy, another in this sweet ass of yours and a ball gag in your mouth, while I go sit on the couch and find a ballgame to watch?"
Seriously? "I-I'd l-like..." She cleared her throat and tried again. "I'd like to revise my answer, Sir."
"Very well, but I suggest you to think about your answer carefully. You only have one chance to impress me."
She was so nervous, it took her a few moments to remember what she'd been thinking about before his big, bad Dom-ness showed up for a visit. What had they been doing? She remembered they'd been cleaning the kitchen and putting away the dishes. That's it! She took a deep breath. "It'd occurred to me, Sir, I've never shared a meal with a man where we cooked and cleaned up together, aside from my dad when I was little. That I was enjoying something so incredibly simple surprised me and I wanted to do it again sometime. I-I know you...I mean...we said this was temporary and I didn't want you to think I was reading into things and wishing things could be different so it was easier to brush off your question. I'm sorry, Sir."
He placed his hands on her bare back and began to caress her skin from her shoulders to her bottom and back up again. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? I may not always like or agree with your answers but I will not allow you to lie to me. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry I disrespected you with my first answer."
She couldn't see his face but she heard the smile in his voice. "Thank you, Pet. And by the way, I also enjoyed cooking and cleaning with you, and it surprised me too. I don't think I've ever done that with a woman who wasn't my mother. You never did it with your fucktard ex?"
A little giggle came out of her mouth. "Please, the douche-bag couldn't boil water without a ten page instruction booklet."
He let out a bark of laughter. "Douche-bag? Very good, Pet, you're learning. Now, let's forget about the ass-nugget and get back to you and me. Let me get you prepped and then I'll give you your punishment. When it's over, all will be forgiven and forgotten and we can move on to some fun for the rest of the evening."
Prep her? What the heck did he mean by that?
"Relax Pet." She didn't realize she'd tensed up again. "I would never do anything to harm you, you know that, right?"
"Yes, Sir." And she did, although she noticed he used the word 'harm' instead of 'hurt.' Had it been on purpose? When he spanked her the night before, it hurt at first but then it transitioned into intense pleasure. She'd been dripping with need by the time he finished.
His hands were now stroking her legs, arms and hips, in addition to her back and buttocks, in a soothing circular motion. She began to relax at his ministration and finally let out a deep sigh. She didn't notice when he removed one of his hands until she heard a pop and felt a cold liquid land a little bit above her ass before oozing down between her cheeks. It was cold and her body jerked a little but she remained in place. The hand rubbing her back eased lower and his fingers parted her, working the lubricant into the hidden valley and over the sensitive hole within. Her leg and butt muscles tensed and he slapped her right ass cheek with his other hand. "Don't clench. This will be a lot easier on you if you relax."
Kristen took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed. He didn't say what "this" was but she didn't need him to. This morning in the shower, he'd told her he would soon take her in the ass but he had to prepare her for it first. She hadn't expected her preparation to begin tonight, though. This was one of her soft limits and he seemed determined to test it sooner rather than later.
As he added more lubricant, one of his fingers stopped right at her untried entrance. Part of her wanted to stop him but the other part of her wanted to push past her fears and self-imposed sexual restrictions. This man was giving her a chance to explore her deepest, darkest fantasies. Fantasies she would've denied having before meeting him.
"Don't tense up, Pet. I'm going to start putting my finger in. You'll feel some pressure and discomfort but if it hurts to the point you can't take it, say the word 'yellow' and I'll ease up and start over. Remember to breathe and bear down. It may take a while but I promise, you will have a plug in this virgin hole of yours before we go any further tonight."
Oh God, she knew he meant it and his words made her clit throb while her mind raced. She'd never been touched by a man there before and the feel of him at her anus scared and thrilled her at the same time. This was what she told herself she wanted. Her Dom telling her what he was going to do to her and her only choices were to let him or say her safe-word and end everything. Swallowing her fear she forced her muscles to relax. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." His finger rimmed her puckered opening, working in the gel which would ease his entry. He began to push in and her body naturally fought the invasion. His hand landed on her left cheek this time. "Don't fight it. You will let me in."
She moaned not knowing if it was because of the heat spreading from where he spanked her or the feeling of him easing his finger into her ass. Whenever she started to tighten her muscles surrounding her anus, he retreated for more lubricant and inched back in, a little further each time. He got to a point where she wasn't sure if she could handle the burning sensation flaring through her when he reached around with his other hand and found her clit, pinching it once, hard. The new sensation caught her off guard and switched her mind away from his finger in her ass.
As soon as it relaxed, he pushed his knuckle past her sphincter and lit up the nerves inside her. A flash of pain came and went before it was replaced with a feeling of being filled and wanting...no...needing more.
She groaned and shifted her hips, looking for something, anything which would give her the relief she desperately sought. The movement earned her another smack. "Stay still," he growled. "You'll take what I give you, when I give it to you, and not a second sooner."
His finger felt huge as he stroked it in then out again, never coming all of the way out of her. He'd rotated his knuckle on each outward drag, stretching her a little more. She was panting and sweating, wanting to pull away from him, wanting to push back for more. "Please, Sir."
"Please what, Pet?"
"More. Sir. Please. More." She was reduced to one word sentences. Anything beyond that would require thought and she couldn't think, only feel.
"I think you're trying to top from the bottom, sweetheart, but I'm feeling a little generous." She didn't know what she expected but it hadn't been for him to remove his finger completely. She cried out at the abrupt loss and her breath hitched when she felt something larger than his finger at her entrance. He squirted a little more lube on her ass and began to work what she knew was an anal plug into her. It felt huge and she didn't think he would ever be able to get it inside her. Reaching around her hip, he pinched her clit again and the plug slid home. The sensation
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a naughty sub, cumming without permission. You should know better and it brings your count up to fifteen, Pet. Now stand there and take them like the good girl I know you can be. But I feel I must warn you, clenching will make it more...intense, but if you relax too much you risk losing the plug. And trust me Pet, you don't want lose it. You won't like the punishment for that offense."
"Yes, Sir," she gulped.
She felt him step away from her and anticipated the first smack, but it didn't come. Instead, she once again heard him retrieve something from his duffel bag. Her mind ran through the possibilities of what he was getting and none of them boded well for her. She'd been so worried she hadn't heard him approach again until she felt a sharp sting as something struck her ass cheeks. She couldn't help the sudden shriek which escaped her mouth, but somehow she didn't move. Her breathing increased again in short pants. Whatever he'd hit her with, he was currently dragging it up the inside of one leg and down the other. "In case you're wondering, Pet, it's a riding crop."
Before she could answer him she felt the torture device strike her ass just above her thighs and she went up on her toes and clenched her leg muscles. Unfortunately, that reminded her of the plug in her ass. Sensations of pain and pleasure warred inside her and she couldn't tell which one was winning the battle. The sound of the crop connecting with her bare skin was more of a thud than a slap, but it didn't mean the damn thing didn't hurt. But as the initial sting eased she felt the increase throbbing in her clit and she worried she wasn't going to be able to hold back another impending orgasm. By the time he reached fifteen she was one touch away from falling into the great beyond. She heard him toss the crop on the counter behind them before his fingers dipped between her legs and he discovered how embarrassingly wet she was. He stroked her folds. "You liked that, didn't you, Pet? Would you like me to give you permission to cum this time?"
"Oh, God, yes! Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, let me cum!"
"Since you asked so nicely..." One of his fingers moved further and tapped on her clit, which was all it took to send her over while screaming her throat raw. She'd never thought she could pass out from intense pleasure but that's exactly what happened next.
* * *
Devon lay on his side, his head in his hand as he leaned on his elbow. It was four o'clock in the morning and he couldn't sleep, so instead he was watching Kristen as she slept next to him. She was still naked, her long hair spread out on the pillow under her head and he fought the urge to touch her because she deserved the rest after what he'd put her through the night before. But he needed a connection to her so he reached out and rubbed a few strands of her brown locks with his fingers.
Reveling in the feel of her silky strands, he thought about all he'd told her last night and was surprise how comfortable he'd felt about admitting who his dad was. While his SEAL teammates had known about his dad few others in the Navy beyond a few of his superiors had ever been told. And no one at the club, with the exception of their teammates, Mitch and Tiny, had any idea that Ian and Devon's father was the Charles Sawyer. Their family and friends called him Chuck–even Jenn called him Grandpa Chuck, to the older man's delight, since she was the closest thing to a grandchild he had at the moment–but to the rest of the world he was Charles.
He'd further surprised himself when the horrible events surrounding John's death had poured out of him until all his guilt and grief were laid out in the open for her to see. He'd never told anyone the entire story and he was still having a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact he'd told Kristen after knowing her only a few hours; their brief encounters before last night notwithstanding. And for Christ's sake, he'd cried in front of her...how screwed up was that?
Looking down at her angelic face, he felt how perfect it was having her here in his bed and the feeling terrified him. He'd told her before they started this...this thing...that he couldn't give her long term but as he listened to her slow, shallow breathing, he couldn't imagine letting her go. The more he thought about it, the more he realized there was no reason why he had to. Maybe he'd never had a real relationship because none of the other women had been right for him past a few hours of mutual pleasure. Everything about Kristen called to him on levels he never knew existed. Maybe he'd been biding his time until she came into his life. For the first time, he was enjoying being with a woman on a level other than D/s. The sex was incredible but beside that, he liked all the talking and snuggling he did with her. Normal everyday activities were fun with her by his side.
He decided right then and there, he wanted to see where they went from here and try to have a relationship with her. If, in the end, it didn't work out, he'd still be a better man for having known her. But if it did work out, he was looking at a future filled with happiness...happiness he never knew existed before now...happiness he now craved.
After she'd passed out for a few moments on his kitchen island, he'd picked her up and carried her to his bedroom then explored her body while he waited for her to recover. He took her first while she was on her back, sending another orgasm through her before he flipped her over with her knees tucked under her, and entered her from behind. In this position he could see the red marks he'd left on her butt cheeks and the royal blue plug sitting snugly between them. The marks would fade by the next afternoon but she would certainly be feeling them in the morning. Between his dick and the plug up her ass, she'd been so tight and it wasn't long before both of them found their release.
In the master bath, he'd filled his huge Jacuzzi tub with hot water and sat them both in it after removing her plug. At first, she'd been a little embarrassed as he took the soap and a loofah and began to bathe her from her neck to her toes but she got over it after a minute or two. Four mind-blowing orgasms had rendered her mind and limbs useless so she relaxed and closed her eyes as he'd took care of her. He chuckled when he thought back to the night before at the club. She'd been shocked when Shelby had experienced four intense orgasms within a fifteen to twenty minute time frame. His pet wasn't shocked anymore.
She began to stir next to him and her eyes fluttered open. "Mmmm, what time is it?"
Devon's cock came to attention at the sound of her sexy, sleepy voice and to the way she stretched her body like a lazy kitten before she cuddled up to him. He kissed her nose. "A little after four."
She closed her eyes again and mumbled, "What? Why are you awake so early?"
"Just thinking."
"Anything good?"
Devon tightened the arm wrapped around her and gave her a quick squeeze. "It's always good when I'm thinking of you."
Lifting her head, she peered at him. "Really? And what was so good about your thoughts of me, hmmm?"
He reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before he inhaled deeply and took a leap of faith. "I was thinking how I didn't want this weekend to end." Shifting onto his side so he was face to face with her, he continued, "The last time I spent more than a weekend with a woman, was the girl in college. Since then, I've never had time for a relationship or, if I did, I never wanted to put the effort into one. Any woman I hooked up with knew it was a temporary D/s connection and come Sunday night, it was over. Monday morning would arrive and I'd move on without a single regret."
She placed her hand on his bare chest. It was over his heart and he didn't want to read into it, but he liked it there. It felt like her hand belonged there.
"Do I hear a 'but' in there somewhere?" she whispered, not daring to let hope rise within her without hearing his words.
He covered her hand with his own. "Yes, you do. It's Sunday morning and I have no desire to take the collar off your neck and let you walk out my door for good tonight. You have no idea how much it scares the hell out of me, but it's not as scary as the thought of this being our last day together. Kristen, I know I said this was temporary and I honestly don't know if it still is, all I know is, I want to see where this thing between us goes. Come tomorrow morning, I want to see you again. Please say 'yes.'"
Kristen swallowed the lump in her throat. She realized this was a big step for him since he'd used her name as opposed to the nickname she'd come to expect. As for his wanting to explore whatever this was between them, she'd been thinking the same thing. She didn't want to walk out his door and never see him again.
"Yes, Devon. Yes, I want to see you again after today, to see where we go from here."
He breathed a sigh of relief before claiming her mouth with his.
CHAPTER 16
Late Wednesday morning, Devon sat at his desk finishing the last of the paperwork which had been piling up since the week before. It'd been three whole days since he'd seen Kristen and his frustration was starting to get to him.
They'd spent a few hours at the beach on Sunday afternoon after he made his early morning confession. While wading in the calm waters they'd talked some more. He answered her questions about his adventures travelling with his folks to foreign places and his SEAL training. She told him how she majored in English in college and found she could make some extra money to supplement her bagel shop paycheck by becoming a Beta-reader for other writers.
"I love to read and I found out I was a good proofreader. I would proof everything from magazine articles to college term papers to complete novels. I even did a seven hundred page history text book for a professor who was self-publishing it. It was a great way to take something I enjoyed to do and get paid for it, and the extra money helped while I was in college."
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