by Tori Carson
She took a breath and slowly let it out.
“That’s my good girl.” He ran his hand between her legs, pleased to find her very wet. First, he entered her pussy with two fingers to ensure she was ready for him. She was incredibly tight. He’d be fighting tooth and nail to hold out, but he looked forward to the challenge.
Sliding his fingers down to her clit, he began to torment her. Before long she was rocking back and forth. Once she was close, he slowly inched his cock into her pussy and pulled his hand away. Angela’s coos and moans sent his cock throbbing. He had never been as in tune with a woman as he was with Angela.
Brett applied lube once again to his thumb and re-entered her ass. At first, Angela remained frozen in place. With his left hand on her hip, he encouraged her to match his strokes.
After a few moments, she was back in the game. Oh dear God, she was tight. Everything just clicked. “That’s my girl. You’re ready, baby. When you feel the plug, I want you to push back against it. Pretend you’re trying to push it out, okay?”
“I’m scared, Master. That thing is huge.”
She might have been frightened, but her stride never faltered.
She’d said it again. She’d called him Master. It was possible she didn’t realize the significance of the term, but right now it didn’t matter. It sent his heart soaring. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she answered immediately and her muscles relaxed. As if once she’d placed her faith in him, she’d let go of her fears.
His mind was going to places it had no right and in the light of day, he’d have to rein it back in, but he’d worry about that later. Right now, he was seizing the moment.
Brett turned on the vibrator and brought it up against her mound. He made wide circles, occasionally bringing it against her clit.
Her legs were trembling and she was whimpering. “Please, let me come. Please, Master.”
“Not until you’ve taken the plug in your tight little ass.” He took the toy in his left hand and held it against her opening.
As she pushed back against it, her rim opened for him and he began to inch it inward. She was so aroused he doubted she felt more than pressure and an intense fullness.
“More, please, Master.” She drew her hips backward.
“Come for me, Angela.” He directed the vibrator over her clit and slid the plug home.
Angela thrashed and screamed as her orgasm rocked through her.
It took everything he had to maintain control over the vibrator as she squeezed and clamped down on his cock, sending him into an orgasm to end all orgasms. His shouting mingled with hers. Once the clenching subsided, he took them both to their sides in an exhausted heap.
* * * * *
Aftershocks were still thrumming through her body as Brett pulled her onto her back. He settled between her legs and began kissing his way up her stomach. His lips had her muscles convulsing all over again. She held on to his arms for dear life. He was introducing her to a world she never knew existed.
“I need you again, baby.”
The look of pure desire in his eyes stopped the downward spiral of her arousal and sent it into overdrive. “Yes,” she hissed as he took her breast into his mouth whipping her into a sexual frenzy.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby. Stay with me,” he warned.
Brett slid inside her. With the plug still buried deep in her ass, she felt more full than she’d imagined possible. From the first stroke, she felt her next release building. This position brought his pubic bone against her swollen clit.
His weight was on his knees allowing him to cup her throat just above his collar she proudly wore. The weight alone, along her windpipe, had her squirming with need. Her life was literally in the palm of his hand. He applied a gentle pressure and nothing more.
She dug her nails into the bed, trying to hold off as long as possible. She wasn’t even sure she was speaking coherent words as she begged permission to come. Over her pleading, she was pretty sure she heard him utter a word. Please don’t let it be no, was her last thought before she shattered.
Angela thought the orgasm from the vibrator had been intense, but it was nothing compared to the wrenching sensations Brett sent through her. Every nerve ending exploded as wave after wave of pleasure sent her flying.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she felt Brett’s arms holding her tight. He was spooning her and murmuring into her hair. She couldn’t make her brain focus on the words. Angela only knew she felt loved and safe for the first time…ever.
She dashed the tears from her face. What was happening to her? She’d never been a crier before. Maybe a side effect of knock-you-off-your-feet orgasms was the sudden expulsion of the tear ducts. She giggled at the absurd thought. If she was still in school, it would have made a very interesting science experiment.
Brett slid over slightly and pulled her onto her back. He went up on his elbow and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever met.”
He looked as if there was more he wanted to say, but he fell silent.
“Thank you. You’re pretty wonderful too.” It was a lame comeback, but she forgave herself, chalking it up to post-orgasm lack of brain function.
He chuckled. “We need to remove the plug.”
Angela drew her legs up and shook her head. “It will hurt.” She clamped a hand over her mouth, surprised she’d spoken those words out loud.
Brett shook his head. “Well, baby, we can’t leave it in there indefinitely.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and allowed her legs to sink back onto the bed. “I know. Just ignore me. I can’t believe it fit.”
“Relax, Angela.” He kissed her cheek. “It’s not as bad as you think. Open.” He ordered, as he applied pressure on the inside of her thigh.
She didn’t have much choice. It had to come out. Fuck. No way was it going to be as amazing coming out as it was going in. She stayed his hand for a moment as she took several deep breaths. “Okay.”
She clamped her hand over her eyes and tried to relax. He spun the plug and her torso flew off the bed. “Holy, shit! Are you sure it needs to come out?” She changed her mind. Anal play was definitely on her YES list.
“Here we go.” He put a hand on her belly, probably to keep her from flying off the bed again.
A moment of panic set in, then she felt it whoosh out of her.
“Look at me,” he demanded in what she’d come to think of as his Dom voice.
She moved her hand at once and looked at the shiny silver object he held up for her inspection. It took her a moment to realize he hadn’t used that mammoth black torture device. “You tricked me.”
“Dom’s prerogative.”
He looked so smug and pleased with himself, she burst out laughing.
“I’m not going to hurt you, baby.” He wrapped the plug in a cloth and set it on the edge of the bench at the end of the bed.
“My butt would sing a different tune. You wield a mean belt.” Her ass was tender, but she didn’t mind. It was a pleasant reminder.
“Too much?” he asked, looking down at her concerned.
“No. Just right. I’m trying not to think about it. My brain is still processing the whole pain can equal pleasure thing.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He rubbed the outside of her thigh and waited for her answer.
“Not right now.” She laughed, feeling silly. “I just want to bask in the afterglow.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s clean up and get some sleep.”
Deep inside, it felt like a whole garden of flowers instantly bloomed at the idea of him spending the night again.
Damn it! She was letting him in, letting him be important to her. She wanted to give him the world. What the fuck was she going to do now?
Once they’d put away the toys and used the restroom, they climbed into her bed. This was the first time she’d shared it with anyone. She sighed. Naturally, it felt more warm
“You’re awfully quiet. What are you thinking about?” he asked, draping his arm over her.
This wasn’t a conversation she was wanted to have with him. “Just thinking about tomorrow. I’m going to check out the museum and maybe get my nails done.” Nails done? Where the hell had that come from? She was a horrible liar.
He started delicately tracing a pattern on her arm. “Want company? I haven’t been to the museum in ages.”
Yes was on the tip of her tongue. More than anything she wanted him by her side. The feeling was so strong it scared her. “Um, no, not really. Please don’t take that wrong. It’s not you. This is about me. I want to go out and explore on my own. I haven’t ever done that and I need to.” She dashed away the tears hoping she could get a handle on her emotions before he noticed.
“I understand. Shall I pick you up here around seven and we’ll head over to the club?” His tone was neutral, maybe even cold.
He isn’t going to leave is he? Little flares of panic burst in her stomach. She pulled his arm between her breasts and held it tight. Once she was sure she had control over her voice she replied, “Sounds good. Do you like pancakes? I could make some for breakfast.”
“I love pancakes, especially with bacon or sausage.” He kissed the back of her neck and snuggled closer to her.
She let out a sigh of relief. “You got it.”
* * * * *
Saying goodbye to Brett had been awkward. It didn’t help that she really didn’t want him to leave at all and yet she was the one asking him to go. In some ways, her life was more fucked up now than it had been with her ex. At least then she knew who the enemy was.
Although the museum had guides and tours, she decided to set off alone. After twenty or thirty minutes of wandering around, she realized she’d made a huge mistake. It reminded her of that joke about a tree falling in the woods. If no one hears it, did it really make a sound? Well, if you saw something cool and you had no one to share it with, was it really cool?
Angela sat down under a tree and pulled out her phone. She stared at it for several minutes, thinking her decision through, looking at it from every angle. No matter how she looked at it, the dating rule was designed to make her happy and she was far from happy. Therefore it was time to reassess and make changes.
I made a mistake. I wish you were with me. No, she decided that sounded too pathetic. Back button, back button. I made a mistake. I should have let you come with me. No, that made her sound like the Dom. Back button, back button. I made a mistake. I don’t want to do this anymore. No, that was too open ended. Send.
“NO!!! Not send, you stupid phone.” She jumped up and started pacing. “Back space. Not send. Stupid phone.” She started shaking her phone. “Who put the back button near the send button?”
The vibrating and sound of “When You Wish Upon a Star” stopped her rant. “Hello?”
“Hi…I just got your text.” He sounded pissed.
Shit. Well what did you expect, Angela? That is how texting works. “Yeah, about that. I didn’t mean to hit send. I was trying to hit erase. The buttons are really close together and…”
“Angela.” He interrupted her rambling.
“Yes?” She bit her lip and started pacing again.
“Just tell me, what you wanted to say. It’s easier than texting.”
“That’s the problem, I hadn’t decided yet.” She chuckled nervously.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the museum.” That was a much easier question to answer.
“Did something happen? Do you want me to come get you?”
Ahh, he sounds worried. “No, Brett, nothing happened and I have my car. Everything is fine…mostly. Can we meet for lunch and talk? I’ll buy.”
“Yes, we can meet for lunch and no you’re not buying. Angela…are ‘we’ okay?” He was silent on the other end waiting for her answer.
“Yes, we’re fine. I just want to fix something I messed up.” She shook her head, knowing she wasn’t making any sense. It was a wonder the man could stand to be around her. She put her hand on his collar and instantly felt a sense of calm.
They quickly decided on a place near her apartment and she hurried to her car. The whole way there, she thought about the ramifications of changing their arrangement. She didn’t want to think about long term. He was ultimately looking for a Mrs. Mercer and she couldn’t go there. Could she? No, she couldn’t. Not for a long, long time.
Doing things as a couple, dating, dinner…that sort of thing was all right. As long as he never had power over her, she’d be okay. It helped that he was just a middle manager of a property investment firm. He didn’t have the power to destroy someone’s finances on a whim.
Chapter Eight
Brett didn’t know what to think after receiving Angela’s text and even after their conversation on the phone he wasn’t sure what kind of discussion they were going to have. He knew one thing for sure: He wasn’t willing to just walk away. Thank goodness she’d given him some reassurance that they were okay. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what “mess” she wanted to “fix”.
Naturally, his thoughts turned toward his own mess. Once she found out about his true identity, she was going to be pissed. And probably scared. Her fear of him would be the hardest to handle. When he’d tricked her last night into thinking he was going to use that huge motherfucking plug and she’d trusted him anyway, he knew there was no turning back.
He watched as she pulled into the parking lot, then went to her and opened her door. The smile on her face helped lighten the gloom pervading his mood.
Angela went up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for meeting me.”
“No problem.” He gave her a hug and probably held on a little too tight for a little too long, but she’d worried him.
As they entered the restaurant, he held out his hand and was pleased when she took it. He brought it to his lips and gave her a peck.
Inside the lobby, the hostess asked if they’d like a table or a booth. Brett pointed to a booth in a quiet section toward the back. “We’d like that one, please.”
“Oh, okay. Sure. Um, I’m supposed to seat everyone over there.” The hostess was obviously flustered as she pointed to the opposite side.
Brett slipped her some cash. “Ask the waitress if that will take care of the inconvenience. We’ll wait here.”
Angela leaned against his shoulder. “You handled that well. Thank you.”
“She doesn’t want to get in trouble. I can understand that, but I also don’t want to have a conversation within earshot of other patrons.”
The hostess returned wearing a big smile. “Right this way, please.”
Once they were seated, Angela set her menu down and looked up at him. “I don’t like you spending so much money on me, Brett. I can pay my share of things.”
“Money isn’t an issue, baby. It’s a means to an end, that’s all. It’s just me and I make more than I can spend.”
“No one does that, but okay. I’ll let you be chivalrous.” She started blushing, then opened her menu.
Brett didn’t think now was the right time to enlighten her further concerning his financial status. In his mind, it was a moot point. His economic status had nothing to do with his attraction to her. He was curious though, what had her embarrassed. Hopefully, she’d fill him in soon.
“What looks good for lunch?” Brett asked.
“I was thinking of a salad. I try not to eat a lot before I go to the club. Some of those girls are so tiny, I feel like a whale.”
“Excuse me? I know I couldn’t possibly have heard you correctly.” He had to walk a fine line here because he couldn’t give her the impression that he wanted to control her life, but he wasn’t putting up with that shit either.
“Don’t go all Dom on me. You know it’s true,” she argued.
“That’s bullshit. You’re stunning. You’re just trying to stage a subbie rebellion. I see it now. I’m also not putting up with it. The last thing I need is you passing out because you’ve starved yourself.” To interject some levity, he added, “You don’t want to besmirch my stellar reputation!”
“Well, when you put it that way, I’ll add some chicken to it. How’s that?”
It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but he supposed it was a compromise, so he accepted it. “You’re an adult and I certainly can’t tell you what to eat, but if you want real food, eat it. You don’t need to lose any weight. You’re perfect just the way you are. If you’re just in the mood for a salad, then yes, I’d appreciate it if you’d add chicken or some sort of protein.”
“Thank you,” she answered solemnly.
“For what?” She was confusing the hell out of him.
“For not telling me what to eat, for meeting me here after I told you I wanted to be alone, for not taking my head off when I frustrate you… The list is long.”
“I would never take your head off, baby. We’re not always going to agree, but we’ll talk it out. D/s is about communication and meeting the needs of both partners. Don’t be afraid to talk to me or tell me what’s going on in your head.”
“And what if I change my mind every five minutes? Are you willing to put up with that?”
He couldn’t put a name to the expression on her face. Hopeful? Nervous? He wasn’t sure. “What decision are you having second thoughts about?”
“I guess us. Our relationship.” She started biting her lip. “Before you get worried, it’s nothing bad. I don’t want to change our D/s. I just think I want more.”
“A little late on the worried aspect.” He laughed. “I’ve been on edge since you texted. I feel like I entered a movie halfway through, so start from the beginning. What happened at the museum?” This was beginning to sound like a dream come true, but he wasn’t ready to get his hopes up just yet.
“Actually, it goes back earlier than that.” She gave him a lopsided grin.
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