by Marie Force
She takes a deep breath that interrupts the cadence of my story.
I venture a glance at her and see that her cheeks are flush with color and her lips are parted. My story is turning her on, which gives me the confidence to continue. Every time I think about these dreams, I get so hard, I ache. This time is no exception.
“As I shave you, your thighs quiver and tremble. Your entire body is flushed and heated. Your pussy is so wet I can see and smell your arousal. I lube up my fingers and press them into your ass, preparing you to take a plug. You protest and fight me. ‘Not there,’ you say. I tell you to hush and remind you of your safe word. If you don’t want this, that’s the only way to stop it. This is the first time I’ve touched you there, and I can see that you are shocked but also aroused.”
She shifts in her seat next to me.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, not certain if she’s uncomfortable or shocked or what.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Those four words fill me with an unreasonable amount of hope. She’s intrigued, interested and maybe even aroused. She’s not pushing me away or telling me I’m sick or depraved.
Fueled by hope, I continue. “You try to keep my fingers out, but I make you take them. I want you to know everything that’s possible. It’s a battle, but I’ll always win unless you stop me with the one word that ends it all. When my fingers are buried deep inside your ass, I lick your pussy, focusing on your clit until you’re squirming and moaning. I remind you that your orgasm belongs to me and only me. I say when, not you. You’re begging me, using my name and I also remind you of what you’re supposed to call me there.”
“What?” she asks in a hoarse whisper.
“Sir. I’m your master, and you’ll afford me the respect I deserve while we’re in a scene.”
“W-what about when we’re not in a scene? Am I supposed to call you that all the time?”
“No, sweetheart. I’m not into the whole master-and-slave thing at all. This is about sex and the emotional connection we find through sex. It’s not about the rest of our lives. I have no desire to dominate you anywhere but in the bedroom.” I smile at her. “Well, the dungeon and the club and a few other places maybe, but only in regard to sex. I have a feeling you might be capable of dominating me outside the bedroom.”
That draws a smile from her. “You never know.”
I bring our joined hands to my lips. “I can’t wait to find out.”
She glances at me hesitantly. “Was there more? To your dream?”
Nodding, I say, “A lot more. You want to hear the rest?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. That pleases me greatly.”
She lowers her eyes in perfect supplication. “I aim to please you.”
I’m electrified by both her actions and her words. “Natalie… God.”
“Is that the wrong thing to say?”
“No, it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect.” Because I can’t resist her for another second, I take her in my arms and kiss her with the wild passion that has grown and multiplied inside me as I described my erotic fantasies to her.
She returns my passion with her own, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke until we’re once again prone, me on top of her, wrapped up in each other.
I end the kiss slowly, in stages, reluctantly. “You’re not running from me in fear.”
“No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m dying to hear the rest. Will you tell me?”
I press my rock-hard cock against her pubic bone. “Can I stay here?”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “I wish you would.”
I nuzzle her neck. “I ask you if it’s turning you on to have other people watch as I fuck your ass with my fingers.”
She draws in a sharp deep breath.
“You try to deny it, but you’re so wet. Your body can’t lie to me. I ask you if you know what happens to sweet subs who lie to their Doms. Your eyes are wide with fear and desire and curiosity as you shake your head no. They get their asses spanked until they are red and rosy and too sore to sit on for days. You deny it when I ask if that turns you on, so I do it to prove you wrong. I spank your upturned ass so hard, it echoes through the big room.” To make my point, I reach under her and squeeze her ass cheek, drawing a deep moan from her that makes me crazy with wanting her. “I fuck your ass hard with my fingers, and then I withdraw them, almost to the point of removing them before driving them back in as I suck on your clit. You come so hard that your ass muscles almost break my fingers, and I love it. But I didn’t give you permission to come, so you know what that means.”
She looks up at me, flushed and feverish, her lips swollen from our kisses and damp from the drag of her tongue. “I have to be punished?”
“That’s right,” I say, delighted by her.
“How?”
“I pull my fingers free of your ass so quickly that you gasp from the loss. You’ve quickly grown to love the way it feels to have my fingers there. Imagine what it will be like to take my cock there?”
“It would never fit.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say with a low rumble of laughter, “yes, it would.”
She shakes her head.
I smile at her, and my heart is full of the possibilities. “I’d make it so good for you, you’d beg me for it again and again.”
“Never.”
“Are you challenging your Dom, little sub?”
“Maybe. Is… Is that how you’d punish me? By making me do that?”
“No, honey. I would never make that a punishment. That’s something that has to be done carefully and with lots of preparation so you won’t be hurt.”
“Oh,” she says, seeming relieved. “How could it not hurt?”
“I didn’t say it doesn’t hurt, but the goal is not to injure you. See the difference?”
“If it hurts, why would anyone want to do it?”
God, I love her so much, and I love that we are lying here together talking about things that seemed so far outside the realm of possibility only yesterday. “Because after it stops hurting, the pleasure is unlike anything you’ll ever experience.”
“How do you know? Have you done it?”
“Do you mean have I had it done to me?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Then how do you know it feels good after it stops hurting?”
“Because people who love it, truly love it, will tell you it’s an orgasm unlike any other.”
She ponders that in her thoughtful way. “How do you punish me?”
“I clamp your nipples, which makes you scream from the painful pleasure. When I ask if you need your safe word, you shake your head even as tears spill down your sweet cheeks. I’m so proud of how courageous you are, and how focused. You’ve forgotten all about the people who are watching us, and you’re thinking only of me and what we’re doing together. You’ve made me very proud.” I kiss her softly, sweetly, because I sense she needs some sweetness right now.
“What happens next?”
“I turn you over so you’re bent over the table, and I spank you until your ass is red and hot. And then I make you take a plug. It’s big, but not as big as I am, and eventually I want you to be able to take me. Again, you fight me, you struggle against the invasion, but you can’t resist me. The plug settles into place, and you cry out from the shock of it. I lick you, from your clit to your ass, loving the way the plug stretches you. And then I fuck you, which isn’t easy with the plug taking up so much space. It’s a tight fit, and your muscles fight me, which feels like you’re coming nonstop. It feels incredible. I mess with the plug to remind you it’s there.”
“As if I could forget,” she says dryly, making me laugh.
“I fuck you harder than I ever have before, and you take me right to the edge of madness. I want you with me when I get there, so I reach around to play with your clit. With my other han
d, I release the clamps on your nipples. I give you permission to come, and you come so hard, screaming from the pain of the blood returning to your nipples, that I come, too. You make me see stars. It’s unlike it’s ever been before with anyone else. There’s only you.”
She’s moving under me, in time with me as I press rhythmically against her.
“Flynn…”
“What, honey?”
“I want you inside me. Right now.”
Because she’s naked under the robe, it takes very little effort to push down my sweats and slide into her. “God, you’re so wet. So incredibly hot and wet.”
“I’ve never been more aroused in my entire life.”
“So you’re not disgusted?” I ask, thrusting into her repeatedly while her fingers dig into my biceps.
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “What else is there? What else do you like?”
Keeping up the steady, driving pace, I lose myself in her as the words pour out of me. “I want your hands wrapped in red ribbon that reminds me of how beautiful you look in your red coat. I love you in red. I want you bound and open to me, to take whatever I want to give you. Your nipples and clit are clamped with a chain connecting them. As I fuck you, I tug on that chain whenever I want to remind you who’s in charge. You scream every time, your pussy gripping my cock so hard. I’ve never felt anything like it. You are the woman I love, the perfect sub I’ve waited all my life to find. I make you go down on your knees to suck my cock, to take me deep into your throat and swallow. We do everything. Everything we can think of.”
I come out of the fog of desire I’ve slipped into to realize I’ve been fucking her harder than I ever have before, but she’s right there with me, taking everything I give her. Looking down at her gorgeous face, I see only love and passion, but no sign of fear. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Do you love me?”
“I’ll love you forever.”
Knowing that gives me the courage I need so badly right now. I have given her my truth, and she still loves me. It is the most priceless of all the priceless gifts she’s given me. “I want your hands.”
Without taking her gaze off mine, she lifts her arms, offering her hands to me.
“Bring them together.”
She flattens her palms against each other.
Watching her face intently, I wrap my hand around both her wrists and bring them up over her head, pinning them to the cushion. We’re both well aware this is a major test. If we can do this, maybe, just maybe, there could be more for us.
I give her plenty of time to voice her objection, but my strong, brave Natalie never blinks. Instead, she raises her hips, asking me to move. I pick up the pace, stroking into her while watching her carefully for any sign of trouble. When I see none, I risk looking away to suck on one of the cherry-red nipples that stands at full attention.
Then I do something I haven’t done before. I close my teeth over the nipple, tight enough to cause a sharp bite of pain.
She gasps, and her pussy clamps down on me, nearly triggering my orgasm. But I’ve learned how to delay my gratification, sometimes for hours, so I’m able to power through it. “Talk to me, Nat. Tell me how you feel. If you talk to me, I can keep doing this.” I drag my tongue over the nipple that is now darker red than it was before. “Rather than watching you to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay. Do that again… What you did before…”
I switch to the other side and begin with soft strokes of my tongue, adding a bit of suction after a minute or two. “This?”
“More.”
“Tell me. I want your words.”
“Bite it. Like you did before. Please…”
“You kill me when you’re polite, Nat.”
“I’m going to kill you if you don’t do it.”
I clamp down on her nipple, harder this time than the last.
She screams as she comes.
I drive into her one more time, taking my own pleasure in the midst of hers. Releasing her hands, I cup her breasts, running my tongue gently over the tips, soothing and caressing as she goes soft under me, her body yielding to me.
“Flynn…”
“Hmm?” I’m very busy enjoying her gorgeous breasts.
“I want to do what you dreamed about.”
Her words stop me short. I raise my head to meet her gaze. “How much of it?”
“All of it. I want everything that you want. More than anything, I want to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of having in a wife and lover.”
I’m stunned and humbled to have somehow won the love of this amazing woman. “Christ, Nat, you already are.”
“Not quite yet, but I will be. Will you teach me how to be everything you want and need?”
I’m so overwhelmed by gratitude, I can barely speak. “Yes, sweetheart, I’ll teach you.”
Chapter 4
“So what happens now?” I ask much later as we consume our favorite dinner from the nearby Italian takeout place—chicken piccata and Caesar salad. Flynn opens a bottle of chardonnay and pours a glass for each of us. We slept for hours after our life-altering conversation earlier, and woke starving—for food and each other.
It’s dark now, and the wind is howling outside. The delivery guy told Flynn there’s more than eight inches of snow already on the ground and more coming overnight.
“Now,” Flynn says after taking a drink from his glass of wine, “we hammer out a contract.”
“Like a real contract?”
“Yep. Hold that thought.” He gets up and crosses the room to his office.
I watch him go, enjoying the view of him wearing only formfitting boxer briefs and nothing else. He’s magnificent and all mine. Though I’m still reeling from everything that happened earlier, I’m no longer agonizing over what will become of us. We’re in this together, and that’s all that matters.
Flynn returns, a packet of papers in hand. “The contract between you and me is not legal, but it’s a binding agreement for our relationship that outlines our hard and soft limits—in other words, things you absolutely won’t do as well as things that make you nervous but you’d be willing to try. It’s all negotiated in advance so there can be no misunderstandings during a scene.”
“Could I ask a question?”
“Always.”
This one requires some liquid courage, so I take a big sip of wine. “Will this… arrangement… involve other people?”
“No.”
“Just no? No discussion? Haven’t you done that before?”
“Yes,” he says tightly. “I’ve done it, but there’s no fucking way I’m sharing you with anyone. The thought of another man touching you… That’s a hard limit for me.”
“Okay…” I’m moved by his fiercely protective reaction, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in pushing his buttons a little. “What about another woman?”
His eyes widen, and he starts to say something that dies on his lips. “Sorry, I’m just a little startled that you asked that.”
I begin to laugh and can’t seem to stop. “After everything you said to me today, that shocks you?”
“Coming from you, yes.”
“I’m sorry. Have I shattered your illusions about your sweet, innocent wife?”
“I’m discovering my sweet, innocent wife may not be as innocent as I thought she was.”
“Oh, she is, trust me, but I’ve done my research.”
“Is that right?”
“Uh-huh. I’m wondering why all the secrecy surrounding this lifestyle. Why does it matter if people know?”
“Most people keep kinky preferences secret because society, as a whole, doesn’t understand them. Too many equate kinky with perverted, and it’s not perverted if two consenting adults are doing things that were agreed to in advance. The need for secrecy in my case and that of my partners is because that kind of judgment would hurt our careers.”
“That’s kind of
sad when you think about it.”
“It’s reality,” he says with a shrug. “People fear what they don’t understand. It’s easier and cleaner to keep it private. Plus it’s none of anyone’s fucking business.”
“True.”
“Another thing that people don’t understand is it’s not all about sex. It’s much more about the emotion. When two people are fully invested in a scene, it can be the most intensely emotional experience you’ll ever have—and that’s before anyone has sex.” He cups my face and slides his thumb over my cheekbone. “That’s magnified a thousand times when you’re in a scene with someone you love.”
It’s hard to imagine our lovemaking more intense than it already is, but I take his word for the fact that there is more—much more. “What else is in that contract of yours?”
“A checklist of possibilities. But first, I want you to look at this and see what you think. Most of the time, these things are hammered out verbally. But because of who we are and what we have to lose, we do paper contracts at Quantum. Everything about this lifestyle and our agreement is based on three core beliefs—safe, sane and consensual. Everything we do will be all three of those things or it doesn’t happen.”
He hands me two pages that outline our Dominant/submissive relationship. The Club Quantum logo sits at the top of both pages.
“Who has access to the clubs?”
“The five principal partners as well as our staff and the members we’ve admitted over the years.”
“How do you keep something like this a secret in your business?”
“We are very selective about who we admit, and it costs a million dollars to join as a regular member. Everyone who’s admitted into the club would have something big to lose if they talked about us or our activities or the club. We have people locked in custody battles, people with huge, prominent jobs outside the entertainment business, people with families who have no idea they’re in the lifestyle.”