This time, he held a hand to catch it.
Kelsey stood in front of him in her thong and black lacy bra.
“You couldn’t be more beautiful. And I’m impatient.”
She unhooked her bra then shrugged so that the straps fell. She took her time pulling it off all the way, and when she did, her nipples were already beaded.
“So fucking sexy,” he said.
Within seconds, she’d discarded the thong.
Maybe it had been a mistake to have her do this. His control was being severely tested. “I’ll need a bowl,” he told her. “Now, please.”
“What size?”
“At least a cereal bowl. Mixing bowl is fine, as well. Maybe that’s even better.”
She walked to the kitchen, but she was looking at the ground as she brushed past him.
“Head up, Kelsey. Flaunt it.”
“I’m not all that comfortable walking around naked.” She opened a cupboard. “Especially in front of you.”
“I’ll give you plenty of opportunity to practice.”
She swung her head in his direction.
“The more you do it, the easier it will become,” he said.
“I’m not sure I want it to be easier.”
“And I’m sure I want you naked. And in this case, at least, what I want wins.”
She returned to him and extended the bowl. “Until tonight, the only thing this has held is chocolate chip cookie batter.”
“Until tonight,” he agreed easily. “Carry it, along with the other items. I’ll get the leash and collar.”
Something, maybe the leading edge of disagreement, flashed in her eyes. But she relented and did as he said.
Her collar and leash wrapped around his hand, he followed her to the master bedroom. He placed all of the items on the nightstand. “Go and take a bath or shower,” he said. “I’ll be there directly.”
“Is this part of my training? You telling me what to do and me doing it without arguing?”
“Well”—he couldn’t help pointing out—“you’re arguing.”
She folded her arms.
Recognizing she needed a connection, he took hold of her shoulders. “I’m not simply issuing directives because I like to order you around. I want us to be in accord on Saturday evening. If you’ve proven to yourself that I’m trustworthy, that I have thought things through where you’re concerned, then you’ll be less apprehensive when we visit Deviation. Relying on me will help it feel less overwhelming. You’ll be free to let yourself go physically and mentally. We’re on an accelerated schedule to establish the kind of relationship that will help you have a relaxed experience so that you give yourself over to me when you’re on the St. Andrew’s cross or the Punishment Pole.”
A ripple of something went through her, maybe trepidation, maybe anticipation. Perhaps a combination.
“That sounds scary.”
“We can watch for a bit and then you can decide whether or not you’re interested.” Nathan moved his fingers soothingly. “Most of all, I mean for this to be about your pleasure and you gaining confidence in yourself as a sexual woman and as a hot little sub. If this isn’t enjoyable for you, we should stop right now. You can get dressed, turn on a movie, make some popcorn and open a bottle of wine. No harm. I won’t hold it against you.”
She exhaled. “No. It’s not that…”
“Tell me.” He looked deeply into her eyes and gently massaged her.
“I’m not sure why the hell I’m struggling when this is what I want. I just didn’t have any idea it would be this difficult.”
“You’re incredibly intelligent, Kelsey. Driven. Determined. It’s not a surprise that you’re conflicted. You made certain decisions about the way the world works and the way you needed to behave in order to succeed. And you’ve had spectacular results. There aren’t many women in the kind of position you are right now. You’re poised to go wherever you want. You’ve been strategic and focused. And maybe you think you’re betraying your own principles every time you agree to do as I want. Tell me this. When you did that little strip-tease and tossed your skirt on my head, how did that feel?”
“Exhilarating.”
“Until you thought that independent women don’t do those kinds of things.”
“There could be some truth to that.”
“Here’s a new truth. Independent women get to do what the hell they want. It’s when there’s no choice that there’s a problem. Did your friend Andi judge you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you?”
The words hung between them.
“Your call. Either that pussy hair is coming off and you’re going to get the spanking of your life or we can watch The Godfather.”
“Don’t take sides against the family, or something like that?”
The line of dialogue wasn’t exact, but it was damn fucking close. Close enough for him to want to kiss her.
“That has particular meaning to you, doesn’t it?” she guessed.
“Probably applies to a lot of families.”
“True. And you feel a special obligation to yours.”
Nathan nodded. Kelsey had remembered what he’d told her about what drove him. Ms. Kelsey Lane went up again in his estimation. “So what will it be? The Godfather? We could do a marathon, go straight to number two as soon as it finishes?”
“I have uncles and more male cousins than I can count. We have boy movie marathons every holiday. I’d rather have a toothache.”
He grinned. “Is that your answer? Or do you need to discuss it some more?”
“You helped me sort it out. Thank you.” She put two fingers on his mouth.
Nathan kissed them. “In that case, my sub, into the bathtub.” He pulled her onto her toes and he saw it…the answering spark in response to his command.
And it fed the fire growing in him.
Hungrily, he kissed her. Consumed her. He took from her, gave to her. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, how much he appreciated her submission.
When he ended it, her lips were swollen, her eyes sleepy. “Maybe I should fuck you now.”
“Maybe you should.”
Despite the temptation, he held on to control, and not for his sake, but because he wanted her to know, especially so early in their D/s play, that he meant what he said and that he wasn’t easily dissuaded.
That didn’t stop him from picturing her on her hands and knees with him pistoning into her from behind, filling her up.
Slowly he released his grip. “Go.”
He swatted her ass as she scampered away.
For longer than he should, he stared after her.
Then, after shaking his head, he turned down the comforter and organized their equipment, some on the bed, other things on the nightstand. “Are there extra towels in this closet?” he asked when he entered the bathroom.
She was still standing outside the bathtub, bending over to check the water temperature, giving him a hell of a tempting view.
“Yes,” she said, looking at him.
“Scissors?”
“Are you… Never mind. Of course you’re serious.” She sighed. “Kitchen drawer. Next to the refrigerator. And there are others in my office, smaller ones, in a mug on top of the desk.”
“And matches?”
“In the kitchen.”
He gave her a crisp nod.
Before he left, he grabbed a couple of towels and several washcloths. In the bedroom, he spread a towel on the mattress and placed the others nearby before opening the package containing the razor. He attached the blade then tested it for sharpness and to be sure it was properly secured.
After retrieving the things he wanted, he put the matches and scissors on the nightstand then joined her.
She was in the tub, steam rising around her, her hair piled on top of her head. He’d never given much thought to how much he enjoyed seeing a woman relaxing in the tub, and he could get accustomed to the small intimacy.
After putting down the bowl, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the lilac-colored pouf that was sitting on a ledge. She had about a dozen different body washes, all lined up like sentries, from shortest to tallest. “Do you want to pick one?”
She grabbed a bottle from the middle. “This one makes a nice lather.” After flipping open the lid, she squirted some gel on the mesh ball.
Her tub was oversize, making it easy for her to sit with her back to him. He knelt on the tiles and started just beneath her hairline, running the pouf downward, then across her shoulders, trailing down her spine.
She gently moved her head from side to side, working out tension as he washed her.
“I could do this for you every night,” he said.
“I’m really not sure why I was objecting,” she replied softly. “This is pretty wonderful.”
He cupped handful after handful of water and rinsed her off. The feminine scent of the cream filled his senses, tuning him even more keenly into her. “Scoot around.”
After she did, he continued, washing her upper body and slightly abrading her breasts.
“I’m not sure I can tolerate that,” she admitted. “I’m so sensitized. Like I’m already coming undone.”
“Good. Now stand up.”
He offered a hand, and she put her warm one in his.
Nathan washed her pelvis then her ass and her legs, before dipping between her thighs. She grabbed his shoulders for balance.
As he rinsed the lather from her body, he told her, “Take your time. Enjoy your bath. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.”
He filled the bowl with warm water and carried it to the bedroom.
As he’d hoped, she didn’t keep him waiting long.
She stood in the doorway. Her long hair curled damply against her shoulders. Without being instructed, she dropped the towel she was wearing and walked toward him, her gaze on him.
“Exactly right,” he said approvingly.
She stopped a few inches from the bed.
“Please kneel for me.”
Kelsey looked at him for long seconds. He wondered whether or not she’d argue, but then she accepted his offered hand.
She was born for this. For him.
After she knelt, he fastened his collar into place. Not the collar, but his, he realized. “I bought this for you,” he told her.
“You couldn’t have,” she replied.
“I went to the store after I left you last night. All of these things, they’re yours. No other woman has touched them. No other sub ever will.”
He saw the breath catch in her throat.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I want you on your back, your butt on the towel.”
Nathan helped her to stand, and he held on to her for a few seconds as she looked a little wobbly. That he liked. He wanted her as affected as he was.
Once she was in position, he said, “Please tuck your hands underneath your bottom and keep them there until I give you permission to move.”
“Yes, Nathan.”
Were there any sweeter words? “You can spread your legs and hold them as far apart as possible, or I can tie them in place. Which do you prefer?”
She looked at him, squirming around. “I think I’m supposed to say whatever you prefer, Sir.”
“So say it.”
“Whatever…” Kelsey cleared her throat and tried again. “Whatever you prefer, Sir.”
“Perfect.” He smiled at her, and he was rewarded when she closed her eyes and quietly sighed. “Hold them apart.”
After she’d spread her legs wide, he picked up the scissors and trimmed her pubic hair. Since she kept it neatly groomed, there wasn’t much for him to do. “You know, if I were your permanent Dom, I might let you grow it out periodically just so I could do this.”
He grabbed the can of shaving cream and sprayed a large dollop into his left palm before covering her mound with it.
She squeezed her eyes closed as he dipped the razor into the water.
“You’ll be okay,” he promised as he removed the hair from above her labia. He continually rinsed the blades and wiped her with a washcloth.
He focused intently and took his time as he shaved her outer labia. Then he folded back each lip to shave the most intimate area.
Nathan carefully removed every stray wisp before using a washcloth to wipe off the excess shaving cream then he patted her dry. He ran a finger over all the newly bared skin, reveling in its softness. “Beautiful,” he approved. “Feel.”
Without him having to tell her twice, she pulled a hand from beneath her and trailed her fingertips across her pussy.
“I think you’ll like it once you get used to it.”
“I’m not as convinced.”
“You don’t have to be,” he said.
To reward her, he parted her labia and teased her clit with a long, sweeping lick. She arched from the bed, moaning. “Yeah,” he said. “You hate it, don’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, he inserted a finger in her then flicked his tongue across that swollen flesh several times, teasing her.
She began to moan.
When he suspected she was close to an orgasm, he pulled away from her. “I’ll be right back.”
“What?” Exasperation oozed from the word. “What is your deal with stopping me from coming?”
“Besides the fact that your orgasms are mine to give?” he reminded her. He looked down at her and compelled her to meet his gaze. “I want you to be so needy that you scream for me.”
“I already am.” She started to draw her legs together but he pinched the inside of her thigh.
She glared, but got back into position.
“I’ll be right back. And I might be of a mind to reward good behavior.”
He gathered up the bowl, razor and used washcloths. “Don’t move an inch,” he warned as he walked past her.
Nathan retrieved the water bottles she’d taken out of the refrigerator earlier. When he returned, he was pleased to see she’d stayed in position, waiting for him, a fabulous sub. “Impressive. Very well done, Kelsey.” He uncapped a bottle and offered it to her.
She accepted a hand up before taking a long drink.
“What was your favorite number, again?”
“Uh…”
Nathan remembered her saying that over the knee was one of the things she thought about when she masturbated. He wanted to feed her fantasies for months to come. “Little sub, I’m going to light up your ass in a way you’ve only dreamed of before I fuck you.”
“I am so ready, Sir.”
After she’d downed half the bottle, he recapped it and set it aside. “Need a longer break? Anything else?”
She rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms. “I’m fine.”
He carried over a chair from the far wall and positioned it in a large open space. “Now,” he instructed standing to the side of the chair, “I want you over here, on your knees. Remove my belt and offer it to me.”
“This seems a bit like asking a condemned man to put on his own noose.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
She climbed from the bed and took a step toward him.
“Stop.”
Instantly, she did.
“I need to look at you, drink you in.” For a moment, he didn’t know how to breathe. Kelsey, his sub, stood there, her cunt shaved bare, her body naked, wearing his thick collar. Soon, her skin would bear marks inflicted by his belt.
He was awed. She was perfect. “Thank you.” His voice cracked, maybe for the first time ever as he said, “You…” He cleared his throat. “You may continue.”
After she was in position, she fumbled with his buckle. From where he stood looking down, he saw that her hands were shaking. But since he wanted her to experience every moment, he didn’t help her out.
Finally, concentrating hard, she managed to unfasten it and pull it free.
She hesitated, apparently thinking through the best way to present
it. Finally, she folded it in half, laid it across her palms and bowed her head.
“If you had studied how to do that, you couldn’t have done it better.”
Kelsey looked up at him.
He wondered how few people, men, had given her praise. And he vowed to ensure she heard it often from him.
Obviously surprising her, he set the belt aside. Instead, he instructed, “Put the clamps on your nipples.”
She shook her head, as if to clear it.
When he’d laid out the toys earlier, he’d placed the clamps on the nightstand, and she easily found them.
“I’ve only ever used the clothespins,” she said.
“Make sure you place them back a bit. The closer it is to the tip, the more it will hurt. You’ll figure it out.”
He stood over her, watching as she held up her left breast and played with her nipple until it hardened.
The sight of her, so intent, trying to figure it out, made blood surge through him. She looked at once innocent and sultry, Madonna and sinner.
She winced when she affixed the first one.
If he hadn’t been a hardened Dom, he’d have plucked it from her tender flesh. Instead he drove her, willing her to take more, experience everything she craved. “It looks sensational,” he said, his voice seeming to echo in the room. “So swollen.”
“It’s painful,” she protested.
“And it will get more so,” he assured her.
Maybe because she knew what to expect, it took her considerably longer to put the second one on.
He closed his eyes temporarily to sear the image into his brain. “Beautiful,” he said. “Now put your hands on your hips and thrust out your breasts.”
She gasped as she did so and the chain moved, pulling on the clamps.
“Even prettier than I might have imagined.” She wasn’t just any sub. She was his. “Knowing that your tits are going to be so tormented will make your spanking even more difficult to endure.” Nathan grabbed the belt and took a seat in the chair. “Across my lap.”
“Did I say twelve was my favorite number?” She put a hand on the mattress to help her stand. “I meant two.”
“Stay brave, and hurry your hot little ass up before I add extra stripes for stalling.”
She walked slower than normal, as if trying to minimize the pressure on her nipples. But he could see it was a losing battle for her.
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