by April Zyon
“I don’t plan on getting hurt. Now, care to unlock your door so we can go inside?” he asked softly. “Don’t worry so much. I’ve survived this long by knowing when to cut and run from a battle. I’ve made my share of mistakes, won’t say I haven’t, but I always learn from them.”
She nodded and licked her lips. “And now you have a life to look forward to. One with a woman who is going to make it her mission to make sure that you’re always happy. While you keep us safe. Deal?” She showed him into her home.
“Deal.” He locked the door behind them. “Show me around, will you?” he asked, setting the bags down near a wall.
“Right.” Suddenly, she couldn’t think. She couldn’t do anything other than move in closer to him. “What do you want to see first?” she asked with a breathy sound of desire. She pulled him through the entryway and into the next space. The floors were highly polished wood and the furniture was heavy, large, and overstuffed. “This is the living room. My favorite place to be in the mornings.”
She moved to the massive couch and touched the seat. “Here. The sun shines into the room and makes you feel like you are sitting outdoors, even in the winter months.”
He looked around and smiled. Moving deeper into the room, he walked along the windows, checking the locks. Turning back to face her, he nodded slowly. “It suits you.”
“Thanks.” Viv moved toward him. “The plants are all Sophia, though. I swear that nature grows just for her.” The florae were all freakishly large and overgrown but looked to be a part of the very fiber of the place.
“They bring life indoors,” he said. Reaching her, he cupped her cheek and leaned in. With a kiss, he turned her and lightly smacked her bottom. “Keep going, I want to see each and every room. Your bedroom last, though, since we won’t be leaving immediately.”
“Good point.” She led him from the living room to the small dining room. She blushed as she saw her work spread across the table. “Sorry. I’m a little messy at times, I guess.” More than at times. She at times forgot to change clothes for days on end, especially when on vacation. There were just too many other things for her mind to go over, like what’s for breakfast, or lunch, and so on. “Maybe we should order pizza or Chinese to be delivered?”
“When I let you up for air, we’ll order in Chinese,” he replied. Jason slid a hand into the back pocket of her jeans and squeezed. “I have other priorities, though. First being making sure you are safe and then, second, getting you naked and making love to you.” He tugged her closer to him, putting his lips to her ear. “Or I’ll fuck you long and hard, keeping you on edge and not letting you orgasm for a very long time.”
Viv tripped over her own feet as they walked into the kitchen. Unable to speak, she simply pointed to the back door and leaned against the counter. She fanned herself, and when he turned, she pulled her shirt and bra off and tossed them behind her.
“We’re almost done with our tour,” she explained when he turned back around. “Just the bathroom down here, and then the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs.” She gestured to a door. “Basement down there, electrical panel, water heater, etcetera. Washer and dryer are built in to the wall.” By this time, need was all but living and breathing inside of her. “Upstairs, we have two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and small little office or sitting area.”
He was staring at her with a small smile on his lips as his gaze moved over her naked torso. In the next moment, he slid his jacket off, hanging it over one of the chairs of her dining set. Off came his shirt, which he tossed onto the counter with her stuff. “Lead on,” he said, with a tip of his head.
“Right, leading.” She moved away from him, having to fist her hands to keep from reaching out and stroking his beautiful body. She wanted to. God help her, she wanted to reach out and stroke her fingers over the scars that wrapped from his back and around to his front.
“Sophia’s room is over there,” she told him when they made it to the top of the stairs. “Her sitting area is facing the woods and is glass from floor to ceiling. She paints in there when she doesn’t go out back to the studio.” Vivian licked her lips. “She won’t let anyone in her studio. She claims that’s where she paints him. His life. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “So hurry, check her rooms, and when you come out I’m going to be naked, so you should be, too.”
His low chuckle sent a chill over her as he brushed past her, the heat of his body stroking to hers for a moment. Three minutes later, he came back out and nodded to her. “All good in there,” he said. “Looks like she’s got some interesting projects on the go. Yes, I peeked, and if you tell her, then I’ll have to make something up to counteract it.”
“Don’t worry. If they’re in her bedroom, she doesn’t care if anyone sees them. It’s the ones out in the converted garage that she’s fanatical about. She keeps it padlocked and has a freaking alarm system on it. I know, silly, but that’s my sister for you. Now, aren’t you supposed to be naked?” She touched the waistband of his jeans.
“We’re not in your room yet, are we?” he asked with a grin. He moved closer, so they were touching, then kept going so that she had to back up slowly. “Where is your room, by the way?” His hands landed on her hips and moved to cup her behind.
“The door at my back,” she told him and licked her lips. “How about you get naked and I go in and start a bath? I think we could both use a hot soak.” She wanted to feel his body close to hers as they washed one another.
“It had better be a very large one, otherwise we’re not going to fit. I don’t fit into your average tub alone. And no scents. I’m allergic to most of the modern crap people use,” he said.
“It’s a very large tub, and I don’t do scents either. Neither does Sophia. We’re both terribly allergic to man-made fragrances.” She let her nails rake along his chest and looked up at him. “So, you up for a nice, hot, Jacuzzi soak with me?”
“Absolutely,” Jason said. He paused their movement enough for his gaze to flick around behind her before he continued to push her through the doorway and into her bedroom. As soon as they were far enough inside, he shut the door, spun them around, and backed her up against the wooden surface again to kiss her.
Vivian kissed him back with as much desperation and need that he was filling her with. When they parted, she was panting. “You’re still dressed.” She pouted. “I want to feel all of you holding me.” She looked to her massive, four-poster bed and grinned. “And you mentioned something about tying me up? Looks as if my subconscious was getting ready for you before you walked into my life.”
“Undo my pants,” he ordered softly. Nibbling on her jaw, he moved his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing gently, before he pinched her nipples. “Push them down so I can kick them free, and then I’ll be as naked as you are.”
“Thank God,” Vivian breathed out in a rush and moved her fingers to the buttons of his jeans. She slid each one free of its moorings slowly, her knuckles rubbing against his cock after the first two. “God, you go commando.” She felt her pussy rush with desire and wanton need. “Jason.” All she could do was moan his name as she slid to the floor in front of him.
She sat there on her knees, her back straight and arms loose at her sides, head bowed in ultimate submission. She wanted to be everything he needed and easily gave this to him because it was what she wanted, too.
“Holy gods,” he whispered. His hand landed on her head, his fingers sliding into her hair and squeezing enough to give a small bite of quick pain. “Spread your knees wider, hands on your thighs, ankles and heels under your ass. You should be as open as you can be if you’re going to do this, sweetheart.”
She did as he instructed, nodding. She had no idea what else to do. The position of submission was the extent of her knowledge, and that was given to her by someone once. “I don’t know how to do this, but I want to. It feels so good. So right. To completely give up my control into your hands. I trust you, Jason.”
“I know you don’t know much about
this. What you do know is pretty good.” He tugged on her hair, pulling her head up and looking into her face. “But if you’re in this position, or when we’re in bed playing, you need to address me correctly. You know what that is, don’t you?”
Vivian had no clue what he was talking about and shook her head. “I have no idea,” she admitted. “Help me learn? I want this.” She was shocked by just how amazing it felt to be like this with him. To give in to everything with him.
His hand loosened, and his fingers massaged her scalp. “All right, we obviously have some ground rules to go over. Go start the bath, and we’ll talk in the tub. We need to set a few things in place before we get any further. Up,” he said, pulling his hand from her hair and holding it out to her.
Vivian rose to her feet. She moved a bit closer to him and leaned up, brushing her lips to the underside of his jaw before moving off to fill the tub. When she had the water at a desirable temperature, she walked back out to see him standing there, waiting. She wanted to touch him again, but the look on his face was one she didn’t understand. It was unreadable and worried her.
Walking to her, he slid his arms around her waist. “Try not to look so worried. It’s nothing bad,” he told her. He nipped her jaw lightly and began to back her toward the bathroom.
If he said it would be okay, Vivian knew that it would be okay. Once they were in the bathroom, she looked around, then back to him. “So, is this tub going to be large enough?” It was massive. She had always loved oversized tubs that she could easily relax and float in.“I think it’s big enough,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you swim in the thing when you’re alone?” His arms loosened so she could pull back if she wanted.
“I turn on the jets, and I float. It’s similar to swimming, I suppose. I hope you have a nice, large tub for us to play in.” She stepped in with his hand on hers and waited for him to climb in as well.
“It’s large enough, I think.” Jason sat down, his back to the side, and helped her to settle between his legs. Once she was in place, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her back to his chest. “I think you’ll like it.”
“You’ll be there. That’s all I need to love it.” She rested against him, the jets pulsing the water around them. “Now, we should talk. You said that when we are in our bedroom that I should address you a certain way?”
“When we’re playing together, when I’m in control, you should call me Sir. Others refer to their dominant as Master, but I’m not one, and definitely not yours. Think you can handle that?” he asked.
A full-body shiver raced through her, and she found herself nodding. “I know I can.” Then, because she wanted to test it, to know how he would react, she added “Sir” with a whispered sound, a need that lived inside of her.
“The other thing we need to discuss is a safeword. You need to have a word that means something to you, that you wouldn’t normally use in the bedroom.
“It will be our verbal cue that you’re uncomfortable or scared. When I hear it, I’ll stop, no matter what we’re doing. Then we’ll talk about it and figure out what we’re doing wrong and how to make it better. So, think of a word that you can easily recall, that means something, and yet you wouldn’t normally say in an intimate session.”
“I know that this sounds silly, but can we do two different ones? If there’s something that I want to do, but don’t know if I can and need for you to push me, can we use maybe yellow or orange, and for the things, like you said, that scare me or things I don’t want to do maybe use red? Instead of more or stop?”
“Will you remember them easily?” he asked.
Vivian nodded and licked her lips. “Yes. I just have to know when you want to start, because I want to, now. Please, Sir.” She found that it wasn’t as hard as she thought it might be to call him that. It made her pussy cream with the idea that he could be everything she needed and more.
“Soon enough. Now that you have the words you want to use.”
He lifted her then, moving his legs together and settling her on his lap. “We’ll start when we get out of the tub. Until then, just relax and enjoy. After you’ve dried yourself, I want you to go into the bedroom and assume the same position you did earlier. Can you do that?”
“Yes, I can do that.” She adjusted herself so that she was resting her head on his shoulder and relaxed under his touch. “I adore being in your arms like this. The heat of the water. The pulse of the jets. All of it.”
“Good thing I have nearly the same type of tub back at the Mountain. It will give us plenty of time for moments like this. In between other things, of course. I do have to make sure you eat from time to time, after all.” Lifting her hand out of the water, he kissed her fingers before he started to nibble on one of her fingertips.
She moaned. Biting her lower lip, she focused on his words. “Yes, low blood sugar would certainly derail a perfectly good time, wouldn’t it?”
Slipping a hand up her back, he pushed his fingers into her hair and drew her head back. His mouth settled on her neck, where he nipped and licked at her skin.
She squirmed and moaned again. “I think I’m ready to get out of the tub, if you don’t mind?” She wanted to begin. She wanted to have him again. And God help her, she needed him to show her more of this world that they would explore together.
“If you’re sure.” He helped her to her feet, and she stepped out and grabbed two large towels for them as he leaned forward to stop the jets and pull the plug to drain the tub.
Once she was completely dried, she moved back to the bedroom and assumed the position—head down, hands on her thighs, with her knees spread wide, sitting back on her butt. Then she just waited on him, her lover. Her everything.
The heat from his body at her back was her first clue he was even there. “Relax,” he told her. One of his hands stroked over her hair a few times before he walked around to where she could see his lower legs, ankles, and feet. “Take some deep breaths and let the tension out. Nothing is going to happen here that you don’t want, you know that.” Crouching down, he adjusted her position a little and tipped her head up so that they were eye to eye. “Right?”
Vivian nodded and licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.” She was nervous, but it was only because she wanted to be everything for him. She wanted to be able to give him all of herself and knew that he would forever catch her. She was nervous because she wanted him to enjoy this every bit as much as she already was.
“Vivian,” he said in soft warning. “Take a breath with me.” He drew air in, held it, and let it out a moment or two later. He did it again, then again and again. “Good girl.” He took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet as he straightened up.
“Onto the bed, in the middle, on your back, knees up and legs spread. Stretch your arms up over your head to grip that lovely headboard of yours. We may need to take this bed with us. I really like it.”
That had Vivian grinning. “Thank you, Sir. I’m glad you like it. It would be perfect to use to tie me up to all four corners.” She climbed up and got into the position that he had demanded of her. Reaching over her head, she grasped the bottom of the headboard and realized just how open she was. Being arched like this, her breasts were on display for him, and with her legs open wide, her pussy was, too. She liked it. A lot.
“Put your legs a little farther apart.” When she did as he’d asked, he nodded. “Very nice,” he said. He knelt between her legs. “How does this make you feel, being exposed like this, Vivian? Does it excite you? Terrify you?”
“It excites me. To know that you want me to be so bared to you that you’re asking me to open myself as wide as I possibly can.” She moistened her lips and watched him. “Do you like what you see? How open and wet that I already am for you?” She paused a moment and added a whispered “Sir” before he could address that. Her pussy pulsed in reaction to using that moniker for him.
“I do like how open you are, letting me see everything that is mine,” he answered. Jason reached
out, rubbing a finger over her folds and around her clit. “And this pussy is mine, will always be mine. Look how pink, wet, and swollen you are, all for wanting me. You do want me, don’t you?” he asked, flicking her clit this time.
Vivian shuddered. “Yes, Sir. Yes, I want you. I need you.” She whimpered. “This pussy is yours forever.” She loved the touches, the way he controlled her body. Everything they did together made her want and need more.
“I need to taste you.” He pushed back and leaned down, his hot breath on her thighs and over her mound. “You don’t mind if I taste this sweet little pussy, do you? I can smell how aroused you are. It’s a heady scent.”
She bit her lower lip, a full-body shiver racing through her before she said, “My pussy is yours, Sir. Yours to do as you will.”
He smiled at her and lowered his head more. He didn’t touch her, didn’t do anything to her, just breathed deeply and slowly. When she was ready to crawl out of her skin, his tongue flicked out and over her. His eyes closed, and he let out a low, deep, rumbling growl as his hands cupped her bottom. Then his eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting hers, and he began to taste her like a starving man faced with a buffet.
Her hands clenched at the sheets. She whimpered and shifted under him. “Jason…” The pleasure had her whole body tied into knots. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She gasped as his tongue circled her clit and made her arch up again.
His fingers dug into her butt cheeks. His tongue slid between her folds and pressed to her opening, moving in as far as he could in little flicks. After a time, his mouth settled over her clit and he sucked hard, his teeth lightly biting as he pressed a finger into her body and began to pump.
She screamed, tossed her head to the side, and shuddered. She didn’t come, but she was so close. “Please, Sir, may I come?” she asked, her voice sounding shaky as she gasped for air. She held on to that thread, keeping herself in check because of something Jason had said before, that she could only come when he said she could.