Colleen considered it as she unbuttoned her blouse. “Take your pants off, slave. I want to see you naked.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chase said eagerly, and shed his clothes.
She could bend over the desk and Chase would be inside her before her chest hit her blotter. Anticipation coiled through her. It would be fast and furious and over far too soon. No. As much as she wanted him inside her, she wanted him to fuck her for a long time.
So Colleen deliberately left on her underwear. But her mouth was still dry, and her breasts felt heavy and ached for attention. Her clit was so swollen, the slightest friction would send her over the edge. Grabbing Chase by the cock, she pulled him forward. Hitting the control on the room’s partition, Colleen stepped behind the curtain and led him to the couch she had prepared.
“Nice,” Chase said. “Honey, I need to touch you.”
“Patience,” she chided, reluctantly letting him go so she could position herself on the bed. She lay back against the window, the cool glass hardening her nipples more. Spreading her legs, Colleen motioned Chase onto the bed. “Sit on the edge. How’s your knee?”
“It’s fine. More than fine. Can I come up there by you?”
“Not just yet.”
She watched him clench his fists and wondered if this small thing would be the end of it all. If she were smart, she’d haul him up her and fuck him before he stormed out again. Colleen traced her nipple through her bra. Chase’s attention riveted on her fingers. That was better.
“Have you picked out a safe word?”
“Broccoli,” he said.
She wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but it worked as well as any other word. “If your knee starts to ache, use it. I don’t think I’ll give you cause to safe word for a while yet. When I start pushing those limits of yours, you’ll need to tell me when to back off.”
Chase cleared his throat. “I will.”
“We need to talk about punishment,” she said, sliding her hand into her panties. She played with her clit while he watched. “You’re being such a good slave right now, but I know you, Chase. You’ll step over the line. And when you do, I’ll need to punish you. Right now, I want to fuck you just as much as you want me.”
“Thank you, God,” he muttered under his breath.
“And since this is your first night, I’m going to take it easy on you—as long as you follow directions.” Colleen moved her finger faster.
“I’ll do anything you want me to do. Just please, let me do it.”
“I want you to watch me come,” she said. “If you think of a punishment that I can dole out to you by the time I come, I’ll allow you to rip off my panties and lick me until I come again. If you don’t, I’m going to send you home and we can try again tomorrow. Got it?”
“I’m going to get it,” he said.
“Better hurry.” Colleen bit her lip and rubbed faster.
Her eyes were half closed and her mouth had opened to sigh her pleasure when he blurted out, “You can spank me.”
What happened to that being a hard limit?
Colleen was still reeling from that when he lunged across the bed. Pressing kisses on her belly, Chase pushed her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her. All thoughts fled as Colleen’s head knocked back against the window. Chase grunted and pulled her down toward him, so her head bounced on the couch.
“Chase,” she gasped out as he shimmied her underwear down her legs.
“I can’t rip wet silk, Mistress. Allow me to make it up to you.” And then he was between her legs, lapping at her eagerly.
Colleen spread out on the bed, tilting her head back to see the night sky. Stars were exploding up there, or maybe it was all happening behind her eyelids. “Chase,” she encouraged, pumping her hips against his mouth.
Chase’s groans turned her on. His arms were wrapped around her waist, his face buried against her slick wetness. Tonguing her swollen clit, he was enthusiastic and nearly incoherent in his interjections.
“God. Baby. So good. Want you. So much. Fuck. So damn wet.”
She rode his mouth into another orgasm.
He was suddenly up by her breasts. “Do I have to ask permission to fuck you? Because damn, baby. Please. Let me fuck you.”
Head whirling, Colleen tried for some control. As much as she wanted it, she had to go slow with him, so not tonight. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a good time. “Get on your back,” she ordered.
He flipped over eagerly. “Climb on me. I want to feel that wet pussy on my cock.”
She didn’t have the heart to chastise him for giving orders. But she could make him wait for it. Kneeling up on the bed, she unfastened her bra. Her breasts bounced free and she sucked in a long breath.
“Colleen,” he moaned.
She straddled his legs down low by his knees and leaned over to take his cock between her breasts.
Chase bucked and swore as her nipples dragged across his abdomen. Sandwiched between her breasts, his penis rubbed her chest. Liking the sensation of sliding him between them, Colleen dipped her chin to lick at the head.
“I am going to go off right now,” he warned.
Colleen immediately stopped and lay down next to him. “No, you aren’t,” she told him. “Your orgasms belong to me, remember. You have to ask for my permission to come.”
“Don’t tease me, baby. It’s been too long. I need to be inside you.”
Colleen tossed a leg over his stomach. His cock pressed into her thigh. “You will,” she promised. “But you’re right. It has been too long. Too long to rush this. But I am going to have mercy on you. Just this once.”
She kissed him again, but before he could deepen the kiss, Colleen pulled away. “Play with my breasts. Suck on them while you stroke yourself. You’re going to come all over your stomach first.”
Chase wasted no time capturing the nipple she brushed over his lips. Colleen cried out at the hard tug. Yes. This. Exactly. She watched him pump his cock, mesmerized by his fast hard jerks. His lips tightened around her nipple as ropy spurts of come hit his chest.
“Oh,” he shuddered, still lavishing her breasts with his tongue and teeth.
“Lie still.” Colleen gently pushed him back on the couch and got up to go to the bathroom for some towels. She cleaned him up with a warm soapy washcloth and a thick fluffy towel. Then she cuddled up next to him and stroked his hair while they watched the electric fireplace.
His jaw cracked when he yawned. “I will not fall asleep,” he said, turning his head to capture the soft kisses she was peppering along his jaw.
“It’s all right if you do.”
“Damn it, I’m not going to spend our first night snoring on a couch while a beautiful woman lies on top of me.”
Colleen nuzzled his neck, seeing his eyelids go heavy. “You have my permission to rest. You’re going to need it tomorrow. I’ve got double sessions booked. I’m going to need my sub. Not to mention that you have to be out of here before Nefertiti gets in or I’ll never hear the end of it.”
He hugged her to him. She cast her leg over his, and they fit back together as if they’d never been apart.
“Just a quick nap,” he said, sleep coating his voice. “Then it’s round two.” He sighed. “This feels right. You here with me. Want you.” Chase’s voice trailed off into a soft snore.
Colleen thought about going down on him until he was hard and then riding him until they both came again. But he was right. This was nice. Her eyelids fluttered, too. Some Domme she was. She was going soft. Colleen cuddled closer in his arms and listened to his breathing. It had been a long few weeks. Tomorrow they could pick up where they’d left off.
Chapter 9
Chase was pretty sure that when his sister called him tonight and asked him how his weekend had gone, he was going to just say “Good” and leave it at that. Because it was a lot easier than saying he’d had a successful fashion show, seen men being ridden like ponies with tail appendages sho
ved in their asses, gotten back together with his old girlfriend, and watched a married couple have prison sex.
All the while dressed like a reject from an S&M porn flick.
He had slept through the night like a rock and woken up to the erotic movements of Colleen’s tongue on his cock. After a blow job that made him forget his name, she kicked him out and told him he had an hour to grab a shower and some coffee before he had to report to the dungeon for their morning session.
His outfit had been a little over the top. The black leather ski mask attached in the back with Velcro straps. He was shirtless, but had on black silk pants that were loose enough to hide his growing hard-on.
When he came into the dungeon, Colleen had been fluffing up pillows like a Martha Stewart dominatrix. Her black pants looked painted on. She wore a tight-fitting corset that pushed her ample breasts together. Chase wanted to lick every inch of her.
She had grabbed his cock through the pants and pumped it. Her silk-wrapped fist nearly had him coming again. Chase couldn’t get enough of her. He was a lucky man to have Colleen’s undivided attention. She brought him to the brink of orgasm and then sat him in a wide, plush chair.
“This is where you’ll observe the session,” she said. “If you please me, you’ll be rewarded. If not…” Colleen smacked her gloved hands together.
The morning session started out all right. A cute couple wanted to play around with handcuffs and flavored lotion. He spent most of the time staring at Colleen, which was a pleasure all in itself. She was gorgeous and she was all his, even if she did monitor the action on the bed a little too closely for his liking. But true to her word, she kept her clothes on and no one touched her. She only touched the couple to readjust a position.
The couple hadn’t done anything more than get naked and kiss and grope. But they left the dungeon so hot for each other, Chase would have bet cash money that they humped in the parking lot before going home.
Afterward, Colleen had been called away on a phone call, so after changing into his normal clothes, he had lunch with Clint and Max in the Irish bar over on the Couture side. They’d talked about the catalog shoot they were going to do tomorrow. Chase was a little nervous, but they said they were going to bring in a few more experienced models for diversity. So maybe he could watch the models and pretend he knew what he was doing; maybe one of them would take pity on him and show him the ropes. How hard could it be? Just dress up and smile for the camera.
Before he could ask any detailed questions, though, Chase had been summoned back into Club Inferno. When he got there, Colleen had transformed the dungeon from an IKEA bedroom display to a prison cell, complete with leaky toilet.
“You missed your calling,” he had joked. “You should have been an interior decorator. I love what you’ve done with the place.”
“Did you have fun this morning?” She’d come into his arms for a nice, lingering kiss.
“And last night.” He had smoothed his hand down her body and held her against him. Chase cupped her amazing ass. “When can I fuck you?”
“Soon,” Colleen promised. “This afternoon I’m going to test your comfort zone in the next session. This couple likes to role-play.”
“Like the locker room scene you did for me,” Chase had said, and then winced. Shit. The last thing he wanted to do was bring up that fiasco. But Colleen had merely been amused.
“Not exactly,” she had said. “You’re an observer only again. So sit back in your chair and enjoy the view.”
He really appreciated that she didn’t make him kneel like the other subs. When he asked her about it she told him it was her responsibility to make sure he didn’t get injured, and prolonged kneeling would aggravate his injury. Pride warred with common sense, but in the end Colleen wouldn’t have it any other way. So he got to sit in a comfy chair and watch people have sex. Not a bad gig when you came down to it.
It had been pretty hot to watch the afternoon couple prep for the role play. It was like watching a live sex show. He had gone to one in Amsterdam, but it didn’t really do it for him one way or the other. It was just live porn. He liked a more mutual activity. The jury was still out if this qualified, since his girlfriend was the instructor and not a participant. In any case, he was far from bored.
“Be careful when using a foreign object. There isn’t a stopgap, like there is with the vagina. You don’t want to end up in the emergency room.”
Chase winced, but cleared his face of emotion when Colleen narrowed a glare at him. How could she even see his expression under this thing? His nose itched. But he had been given orders to remain perfectly still, and he wasn’t about to risk a spanking no matter how much the leather mask bugged the shit out of him.
He was still trying to figure this kink thing out. Colleen didn’t seem to be aroused. He’d seen enough of that last night and in the past to know when she was turned on and revving hot. But she did look different. Content? Centered. She was good at what she was doing, if the moans of the couple on the bed were any indication.
The prison scene wasn’t doing much for him. So he let his mind wander back to Vegas, when he and Colleen used the city like their personal playground. A smile flitted across his face as he remembered the time they’d gotten so drunk that they decided to go on the roller coasters and flash the cameras. He’d been fined ten thousand dollars and had almost been benched when the pictures made the rounds on the Internet. It was totally worth it. So maybe he was a little kinky.
“Grab the bars of the cage, like this.” Colleen came up alongside of the couple and demonstrated.
Chase’s body reacted as if he were the one positioned behind her. It happened quickly and without warning. As if she felt the change, Colleen glanced up at him. Her hair was back in a complicated braid, away from her face, so he could see into those wide blue eyes. Her hands were in silk gloves, wrapped around the bars of the fake jail cell. The corset she was wearing strained tighter as she bent over and her lush, full breasts threatened to spill out. Wiggling her hips, she playacted getting rammed from behind. Making sure he was watching, she pantomimed moaning.
Yeah, that.
He swallowed past his dry throat. She needed to be out of those clothes. The dungeon was a nuisance. Chase wanted her alone and needing him, and he wished she was on the bed on her hands and knees.
“Good,” Colleen said to the couple as she winked at him. Straightening up, she bent toward the woman who had clutched the bars like Colleen asked her. “Are you doing all right?”
The woman nodded. “I like it when he goes slow like this.”
The man clutched her shoulder as he held himself in place. “I’m ready to come,” he panted.
“Use the vibrator on her clit. She’ll move her hips and that’s how you’ll finish.”
He nodded, turning on the little wand. The woman cried out and, true to Colleen’s word, wiggled her hips for more. As the couple worked on climaxing, Colleen came out of the fake jail cell and walked over to him.
“Are you hard?” she whispered in his ear.
The grunting and moaning in the jail cell was adding to his desire. “Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She sat on his lap, facing outward. Rubbing herself on him, Colleen eased back so they could both watch the couple. The man finished with an incoherent roar, staying inside the woman and working the vibrator until she shrieked her orgasm out. Colleen clapped her gloved hands.
“Very nice! I want ten minutes of cuddling and then take a shower together. Come back once you’re dried off and we’ll switch positions.”
“What does that mean?” Chase whispered in her ear, hoping she didn’t think they were going to go at it in the cell while the couple watched.
Instead of answering, Colleen slid off his lap and walked toward an armoire in the corner. He missed her warmth on him and shifted uncomfortably. She came back with an alarming contraption. Chase remembered at the last minute not to balk. He just sat there as she approached.
“
She’s going to wear a strap-on,” Colleen said, and tossed it on the table next to him. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Is she going to use it on me?”
Colleen frowned. “Do you want her to?”
“No.” Is she out of her mind?
“Did you tell me that you wanted to be exclusive in your playing?”
“Yes.” Chase could see where this was going. He was going to get a spanking, he just knew it. And while the thought didn’t please him, it didn’t make him want to run for the hills, either. Maybe if he was lucky, they could turn it into some hot and heavy sex afterward. He needed to be inside her so badly, he was willing to do just about anything.
“Then this is the last warning you’re going to get,” Colleen said. “You may ask questions when it concerns you. I told you when we entered into this scene what your role was. You are not a participant. You’re here to learn. Are you learning?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“You’ve displeased me.” Colleen had a small smile, and a cute dimple was showing in her cheek. He wanted to stick his tongue in the divot. “How are you going to make it up to me?”
Chase had a few ideas, starting with fucking her hard against the wall until she left bloody half moons on his shoulders. But at the last minute he remembered himself. “By doing whatever you want.”
“Excellent.” Her smile alone was worth the anticipated pain. “You’re taking me out for pizza after this.”
Colleen almost laughed at Chase’s expression. Not what he had been expecting, that’s for sure. The rest of the session went as well as the first half. Madison excelled in getting her husband relaxed for the roleplay by “forcing” him to lube up her strap-on dildo while she went down on him. Madison needed a little help with the logistics of the equipment, but then went at it enthusiastically. Unlike his wife, Rick liked it hard and fast and jerked himself off while she pumped away at him from behind.
Colleen pretended not to see Chase flinch and squirm. Hard limit, maybe. She stood behind Madison to make sure her angle was all right. Chase’s eyes were glazing over, so Colleen decided to wake him up a bit. Stepping back from the couple on the bed, she unhooked the first two fastenings on her corset, which freed her breasts. She had Chase’s full attention as she offered them to him. Unlike during most of her sessions, Colleen was pleasantly aroused. She liked introducing Chase to his first dungeon experiences. Rolling her nipples between her silk-clad fingers, Colleen wished Chase liked more public displays. She knew her couple wouldn’t mind it if Chase pleasured her while they watched.
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