Go to a club. What kind of club? And why does that make me feel so warm inside, even after coming at the hands of two different men in the last two hours or so? “Yes, Master.”
He grinned. “Good girl. Now get your clothes on, and I’ll do the same. We don’t want to keep your friend waiting.”
She nodded. She retrieved her panties from where she’d kicked them under the bed just before Daniel entered, and started making herself presentable. The button Daniel had popped was the one that went right between her breasts, and she’d have to keep the ones above unbuttoned or it would be really obvious. She’d be showing a lot of cleavage, but that couldn’t be helped. She doubted either Rob or Daniel would mind.
Rob got his shirt on before she finished, and he waited. He held the door for her as she left, and nodded to Daniel. “Take good care of her.”
Now that definitely sounded like a warning. The glance Daniel gave in response to Rob’s tone wasn’t warm either. In a way, it was flattering to have two men fight over her, even if they were sort of managing to share. She wished they’d get along, but that was too much to expect.
They got lucky and arrived just in time for an elevator, but it was crowded with people. She didn’t feel like she was alone with Daniel until they were on the street. There were still people, but they were on the move and presumably had better things to do than listen to them.
“Are you doing anything this evening?” she asked with a casualness she didn’t feel. She didn’t want to be alone.
His face lit up for just a second, but he shook his head. “I have a few things to sort out in my head.”
She frowned. She’d gotten used to Daniel always saying yes too. She felt guilty. I’ve taken him for granted.
His face softened. “I could make it later, perhaps after dinner? I’ve got an hour or so of work to do on a case, and hopefully I’ll have things sorted by then. Eight?”
“Perfect.” That meant he would be staying the night. She didn’t need sex, but she wanted cuddles and reassurance.
Chapter Four
Daniel stared at the glass of white wine. At some level, he’d been regretting not having Louise’s company at dinner. He certainly could afford to pay for her food. But he’d never get any thinking done.
He’d understood what Louise wanted in the hotel room because he knew that desire all too well. He’d fantasized about Louise being in control ever since he met her several years ago. When Louise had told him about her adventures online, the fantasies had only increased. She had told him she was exploring her submissive side, but in his daydreams, she found something else entirely. Since she’d flipped control on him in her bedroom earlier in the week, he’d had to struggle to focus on reality.
What had happened in the hotel room brought it crashing back.
He held up his fingers as if he was counting off facts for a jury. One, Louise’s submissive side was obviously, for lack of a better word, dominant. Two, he wasn’t cut out to be a dom, no matter what she wanted. He loved the idea of bending himself to her will, but that didn’t mean he could enjoying bending her to his will because she wanted it and wanted him to get off on it. She needed more than to be given orders; she needed someone who was really into it, just like he did. Three, now that he’d had a taste of submission, he wanted more. With Louise, preferably. Would she top him? Could she and enjoy it? She sure seemed to enjoy it the other night. If she didn’t, would he have to find someone else?
He quit counting, picked up the glass of wine, inhaled its fruity bouquet, and sipped. It seemed like the very opposite of submission, to insist that he be allowed to go see other women. Not that she’d ever forbidden him to; he just hadn’t. Truth to tell, he was never interested. The idea of calling some other woman Mistress didn’t make him hard. Vanilla sex with Louise aroused him more. But he’d always known there was something missing. Like it or not, their relationship had changed forever with the events of the last few days. He loved her more than ever. And his desire to submit had grown even more.
Before I settle for second best, I’m going to see if I can get exactly what I want and make Louise happy in the process.
* * * *
It was eight exactly when Louise opened the door to see Daniel. She wasn’t sure quite what to expect, but everything seemed normal. She’d been tempted to change her clothes, to put on something seductive, but he’d said he had things to sort out and as a friend, she wanted to let him. She’d changed her white blouse for a yellow one because she hadn’t felt much like sewing buttons, and kicked off her shoes, but that was it. He was dressed in the same tailored three-piece suit and looked entirely yummy.
Her resolve to let him set the agenda almost faltered. She knew from some experience that their sex had been hotter when she initiated, and she felt she understood why more now. Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be about sex. Goodness knew what he thought of her after seeing her with Rob. She was nervous, but her heart hadn’t started really pounding until she saw Daniel at the door. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she stepped back and gestured him inside.
He didn’t speak either when he entered. She looked at him, and he looked back. Her and Daniel. Best friends. Lovers. Have I hurt him beyond what he could take? Was the teasing while he was in the stairway too much? She closed the door behind him.
“I’m no good at this, Louise. I want something, and I don’t know how to ask for it.”
She smiled at him. “You’ve always been good with words. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way. Sit down on the couch, and I’ll join you. Would you like something to drink?”
“Scotch and soda? But I can get it myself.”
She shook her head. “My house, my rules. Hostess gets the drinks. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll make you a scotch and sofa.” She giggled. “Soda! Now go sit.”
He sat, but his chuckle at her slip of the tongue sounded tense. Maybe the drink would help. She took a breath and tried to will herself to be calm. Whatever was bothering him, she wanted to be there for him. She mixed herself a gin and tonic and handed his drink to him before she joined him on the couch. He was sitting off center, and his posture was rigid. She lounged at the far end. She was tempted to put her feet in his lap and see how he reacted, but she wanted to hear what he had to say first.
He looked at her, and she smiled back. The silence continued. “Go for it,” she suggested.
He took a breath and gestured with a finger, like he was going to count, and then shook his head. Finally she saw a trace of a smile, even if it was self-mocking one. “One of the biggest speeches of my life and I’m tongue-tied.”
“You have a friendly jury. And you don’t need to make it a speech. Just say it.”
He nodded and met her gaze. “I want to submit to you, Louise.”
She waited in case there was more, but there didn’t seem to be. She’d had so many dreams of Daniel taking the lead, of her on her knees before him, and yet what he asked for seemed so completely natural. Maybe she’d known all along at some level, which was why she’d gone to explore her desires online before she’d tried to rope Daniel into playing the prescribed role.
She decided her feet belonged in his lap after all, so she put them there. He turned to look at them. She felt strangely alive.
He massaged her feet, and she could feel tension going out of them. He was still waiting for a response. Moving her feet alone wasn’t going to do it. It required some courage to tell her what he wanted, same as it had when she had asked him to try topping her. I made him try twice, even. She felt guilty about that, but she didn’t think an apology was what he needed most right now. Maybe later. Right now she needed to be honest with him, and with herself.
“I like that, Daniel. The idea of dominating you turns me on. I never thought it would, and I certainly never thought it should, so that’s going to take some getting used to. But I like it. And the more I think about making you do things, the wetter I get.” She felt his cock get hard in response, right
under the heel of her foot. She pressed down slightly. “Keep rubbing my feet. I like that too. But look at me. I want some answers to my questions, and you aren’t allowed to dodge or not answer.”
He looked at her and nodded.
“Would you like me to be very strict, Daniel?” She felt something inside her stirring. Her mind was racing, out of control. She didn’t know why she wanted the answer to be yes. She loved Daniel. Why did she want to be sharp with him? But if it turned him on, if he liked it, then it was all okay.
“However you wish to be.” His eyes were wide with excitement.
“I know I get to be however I want. I asked you a question about what you want. There’s something dark in all of us, Daniel. Maybe not inside you. But I need to know if you’ll enjoy me letting it out. If you will, then I will. Don’t worry about that. We are not going to do one single thing I don’t like.” She grinned at him. “But we might do some things you don’t like. Have any problems with that?”
“No, Mistress.”
Mistress. She was half tempted to tell him she hadn’t given him permission to call her that, but the fact was it turned her on. She’d have to watch her desire to be strict for the sake of being strict when it was undermining what she wanted—and therefore, if she understood him well, what he wanted. And if his feelings were like hers when she was being submissive, she thought she understood him very well indeed. “Now. Answer the question about being strict.”
“Yes, Mistress. That would be fun.”
She giggled. “Fun, hmm? We’ll see about that. Next question. Did you enjoy it earlier in the week, when I took control?” Might as well toss him an easy one.
“Yes, Mistress. You know I did.”
“I do know. I like making you say it. When you were in the stairwell making your way to me—and coming in person to be ready in case I needed a rescue was very much appreciated, by the way—did you enjoy our little conversation?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Does it bother you that I’m going out with Rob tomorrow?”
She saw the surprise on his face and wondered if she should have broken the news more gently. His cock twitched, and she decided she’d done it just right. He swallowed. “Yes.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Mistress,” he added.
“But it makes you a bit turned on too, doesn’t it? I expect I’ll be enjoying myself. Just like I am now. Getting wet. Just like I am now.”
She could hear his sharp intake of breath. His hands paused on her feet. His jaw was clenched. She was going into uncharted territory, far beyond her own experience and desires. She most definitely would not appreciate hearing about Rob playing with another woman. She wouldn’t appreciate Daniel making love to another woman either. But she needed to know exactly how he felt. She wasn’t lying about being wet. She probably had a spot on her skirt by now. And each word she uttered, each response from him only made her wetter.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said at last. And his massage continued. Her feet felt like jelly, in a good way, utterly relaxed.
“Is there another woman in your life, Daniel?” She kicked herself mentally for asking it. It had to be the worst possible time, but she’d wanted to know and it came out.
“No, Mistress.”
“Good. Keep it that way. You may get my calves now.”
Daniel worked his way up. She wasn’t being fair, she knew that. She didn’t feel like being fair. And he wasn’t protesting. She bet his cock was aching now, and she rubbed it through his pants with her toes. “I like telling you what to do, you know that? It’s a lot more fun than just asking.” Her lips tingled, like they wanted a kiss. Her breasts felt heavy, wanting to be touched. Her clit was swollen. She was as turned on as she had been by Rob taking control. The air smelled of masculine desire. “Are you going to come in your pants?” she teased.
He grinned at her. “If Mistress tells me to.”
She chuckled. “Very good. You’re learning nicely. Maybe if you’re very good, I’ll let you.” She moved her foot back and forth, knowing he’d resist coming, and that the more she turned him on the more his cock would ache. My aches, I can do something about anytime I choose to. Which is going to have to be very soon, at this rate.
She unbuttoned her blouse a few buttons, enough to slip her hand inside and play with her breasts. Rock-hard nipples, no surprise there. He was watching her every move. She was torn with conflicting desires. Make him strip naked or have him make a mess clothed? Have him lick me, or have him fuck me? And how long to tease him? Will I even let him come at all?
I get to come, I know at least that much. And if I want to, I can make him put his clothes back on. Yeah, fat chance of that happening.
“But tonight I want you to strip. And get on the floor when your clothes are off.”
He hurried. She’d never known he could get undressed so fast. And when he at last was naked, she was delighted to see a rock-hard cock, sticking out lewdly. It looked angry, somehow, precum dripping from the end of it. He knelt in front of her and went back to massaging her calves when she turned, spread her legs, and put her feet to each side of him.
There was something strange and powerful about having such a big, muscular man at her mercy. Little me. She lifted her skirt and beckoned him forward.
He moved his head forward, his breath hot on her pussy. And then he looked up at her. “May I?”
“You must.”
The first touch of his tongue on her pussy was electric. He inhaled, sighing with satisfaction as if she was the best scent ever. She knew it wasn’t her perfume because she hadn’t put any on. His powerful hands crept up her calves to her thighs, kneading the insides and pulling the skin enough for her pussy to feel it as well. He was strong, but she had control. She didn’t need to exert it through physical demonstration, because he would do as he was told. She lazed back on the sofa, legs sprawling, her bottom sliding forward in the process, pushing her crotch into his face. His nose nuzzled her clit, and then he pulled back ever so slightly to let his tongue replace it. She spread her arms along the back of the sofa, luxuriating in his undivided attention.
His tongue swirled around her little nub of pleasure, teasing her. If he was more direct, she’d come right away, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She had time. She’d come when she felt like it. She ran a lazy hand through his thick dark hair, feeling the erotic tension coil in her core. His tongue and hands were almost noiseless, and silence was almost eerie, so she decided to fill it. “That’s a good boy, Daniel. You’ve got a very skilled tongue, you know that? I love having you on your knees between my thighs. Do you need it, lover? Do you need to be there?”
His last lick almost pushed her over the top. He looked up at her, eyes wide. “Yes, Mistress.”
She couldn’t find the words, so she pushed his head back into place, grabbing a fistful of hair in the process. He thrust his tongue into her and then licked up her slit with deliberate slowness. When he got to her clit, he didn’t hold back, lashing it with the tip of his tongue. Her legs closed around him. Her toes curled up. A long, shuddering orgasm ripped through her whole torso and then started all over again. She pulled on his hair, taking him away from her pussy. She wasn’t sure she could take anymore.
My God, am I a sub or a domme? Or some of both? She smiled as she looked at his face, shining wet with her juices. Sweet, undemanding Daniel. She unwrapped her legs from him. His cock was still rock hard, but he looked at her as if she’d given him the time of his life. She let go of his hair, and he lowered his head.
She took a moment to catch her breath. Her body was satisfied, but her pussy felt strangely empty. With her impatience sounding like irritation, she snapped at Daniel in the best dommish voice she could manage, “Well? What are you waiting for? Go get a condom and fuck me.”
He hurried to obey. They kept the condoms in a drawer in her bedroom, and his cock bobbed as he ran to get them.
I could get used to this. Oh yeah.
Her face twisted in a smile. She wondered if she was having too much fun. “Don’t come before I do, boy.” She wasn’t sure she even had another orgasm in her after the one she’d just had, and his cock looked primed to burst, but even when they were doing vanilla, he’d never come before her. It seemed like a good precedent not to break.
He drove into her. His submission wasn’t mere passivity, and he knew how to fuck. She pushed with her hips to meet each thrust, loving the way his balls bounced against her bottom and his pubic bone ground into hers. The concentration on his face as he tried to hold back his own orgasm while still fucking her hard was priceless. What started as a flutter in her core built to a wave, and then crashed over her. “Come!” she screamed as her body was overwhelmed with another orgasm. He cried out, and his cock pulsed inside her, his face contorting and then relaxing into a look of pure bliss.
She lay back against the sofa, satisfied and exhausted. At a signal from her, he withdrew, carefully holding onto the condom. He knelt between her legs, gazing up at her with adoration.
She ruffled his hair. This is the life.
Chapter Five
“So how do you know all about where to find a bondage club in a city you’ve never been in? Even I never knew this place was here.”
Louise got out on the passenger’s side of the car. This time Rob had asked to drive, and she let him, especially because she hadn’t known quite where they were going. In fact, she hadn’t expected the whole evening. He’d taken her to a fondue restaurant in Arlington. Usually she found fondue to be agony; it took far too long to get food to her starving stomach. With Rob, it had been a different kind of torture.
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