Good Girls Say Yes

by Penny Wylder

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His hand reaches me first, stroking from my shoulder, down to my breast. I arch into his hand, further off balance, and the vibrations go up again. Both his hands are on my breasts now, rolling my nipples through his fingers. Again and again almost to the point of pain, but not quite. My brain is short-circuiting and I’m hyperventilating. My pussy is dripping with need. “Please. Please. Please.” The word is a chant and a prayer and the only word in my brain because I’ve been turned on for hours and this orgasm is the only thing I want right now.

  Matthew grabs my ass and pulls me against his body so I can feel his erection, and the vibration ticks up one more time. “Yes,” he says, and he kisses me.

  I come apart in his arms, the orgasm shuddering through me like an earthquake. Quiet shaking at first and then a roar and earth-shattering pleasure. It crackles up my spine and through my mind and it’s dripping down my legs and I can’t breathe. It’s even better than the first time.

  It’s hard to come down from that. Matthew lets me down from the chain and steadies me while he releases my feet and scoops me off them. I’m carried across the room and laid on a padded surface. “What are we doing?” I ask, and my voice is rough with my orgasm.

  Matthew just smiles. “More.”

  The rest of the lingerie is slipped down my legs, and I feel him move my ankle and I hear the clink of metal again. I try to move my leg, but it doesn’t move. My mind is suddenly clear again, and I sit up as he binds my other ankle. “You’re tying me up again?” It makes me more nervous than I want to be, even though I know he won’t hurt me.

  “Problem?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

  Wrapping my arms across my chest, I look down. The words are up on my lips, and he did ask for honesty. “It wasn’t sex before.”

  The table splits between my legs. Matthew pulls the wings apart so my legs are spread and he steps up between them. Since his cock is perfectly aligned with me, I know exactly what this table is meant for. “When I asked you what turned you on about Karen and Greg, you said you didn’t know.”

  “I don’t.”

  Fingers tease the skin of my waist. “I think you do, and don’t want to admit it. I think,” he says, bending to lick the skin at my collarbone, “that seeing Karen bound, helpless and vulnerable, made you wet, and made you want to feel the same way.” I look away toward the windows and the setting sun, and don’t answer. “Do you want to have sex with me, Emma?”

  “Yes.”

  Silence.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I hear the hiss of fabric, and look back to see Matthew’s shirt slip to the floor. I’m completely distracted by his body. I’d felt it against me, but I was so focused on other things that I didn’t realize how…built he is. Muscles on top of muscles. Muscles in places that I didn’t realize you could have muscles. I reach out to touch him and he catches my hand. “You have a couple of options, and I’ll be nice and let you choose.”

  I swallow. “Okay.”

  “First option. You admit that you are a sub, that you want this and me, and you lose the bet.”

  An unexpected laugh bubbles up through me and it erases all the tension that I’ve been feeling. “No way.”

  He smiles, too. “I didn’t think so. Second option, you use your safe word and we say that we’ve had enough for the night.”

  My stomach falls, and I shake my head.

  “Okay, then since you’re still my sub for the evening, you will choose one of these.” There’s power in his voice now, the kind that makes me straighten up and listen. His fingers tighten on my waist, another reminder of how close we are. “You will lie back, accept the restraints, and I will fuck you.” Matthew’s voice lowers and tingles roll down my spine. “I will take you with my mouth, my cock, and I will demonstrate how very pleasurable being restrained can be. Or we’ll leave this room and go to my office. You’ll spend the night at my feet, and you’ll be put to good use. Just like Jenny.”

  My core clenches, and I realize what he means. He’s going to have me sit under his desk until he tells me to suck his cock, and then he’ll have me suck him and he’ll control my breath just like I watched. My breath speeds up and that thought is terrifying and strangely thrilling. But I can’t do that. I’m not a person who sits at someone’s feet. I’m not a pet. “The first one,” I breathe.

  “Interesting,” he says. “Maybe we’ll try that other one another time.”

  I can’t say ‘Yes, Sir.’ I refuse to admit that it might be exciting. Matthew unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall to the floor, and then his boxers, and then I stare at him. He’s big—erect and jutting towards me. I’m wet again, wanting it. Wanting him. “Lie back.”

  Nerves are singing in my gut, but I do. He makes quick work of my wrists, and I realize that I’m bound just like that girl Karen, in an X, spread open, unable to move. Matthew leans down and takes my mouth in a kiss. Moving to my neck, I start to feel hypnotized by the feeling of his lips. His mouth covers my nipple and I arch off the table. I’m so sensitive that it feels like his mouth is right on my clit, and he chuckles at my reaction. “So responsive. This is going to be fun.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He moves to my other breast, and I fight the restraints, wanting to bring him closer. “What are your safewords, Emma?”

  “Red. Lemon.”

  “Good.” He scrapes his teeth across my skin and I moan. “This is more than about sex, you know. When a sub is restrained, everything is taken away from you. I have all the power, and I make all the decisions. Nothing is left but your honest reactions, and the more vulnerable you are, the more powerful your response.”

  I can barely focus on his words because he’s nipping down my stomach. Close, close, closer to exactly where I’m dying for him to be. His tongue traces the outside of my belly button, and down into the crease of my hips. And then he’s there and oh god just the tip of his tongue on my clit takes me there. I’m dying for more. I want to be over the edge. I want to pull him closer but I can’t move. I try to lift my hips closer to his mouth, but he holds them flat, teasing me with the slightest touch, and no more. Taking his time, however he pleases.

  I will only get what he gives me, and that realization sinks in, settles over me like a blanket. My mind quiets, eases, and the pleasure sparking from his tongue comes to the forefront.

  “You may come once,” he says, and then he devours me. His tongue licks into me, and I gasp, orgasm exploding from the unexpected onslaught of sensation. The scrape of teeth and flicks of his tongue taking me higher and higher, and then he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks deeply and I come again. There’s no way to stop it. My body shudders and I can feel myself gush into his mouth. I feel the way he laps it up, dipping inside me.

  Little spasms jump across my body as I come down from the high, and Matthew leans up to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips and I’m wet all over again. “You’re delicious,” he says against my lips. “Another day I might spend hours between your legs.”

  I can’t say anything. I just visualize that—bound to a table while he feasts on me, orgasm after orgasm, unable to stop, unable to stop him. Just that image almost sends me over again. He sees it on my face and smiles. “I see you like that idea.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stands and disappears from my view, and I hear a drawer opening and closing, the tinkle of metal and the crinkle of a condom. “How good do you feel right now?”

  “I feel pretty fucking good,” I say, adding, “Sir,” at the last second.

  He laughs, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of him rolling on the condom. It makes him look even bigger, and I squirm on the table, wanting to reach out, and the realization that I’m at his mercy almost flattening me again. Once the condom is on, he holds up a strange metal contraction I don’t recognize. “This is a nipple clamp.”

  Those words hit me like a splash of cold water. “What?”

  “Sometimes, the tiniest bit of
pain adds to the pleasure. Remember, I told you that I’m not a sadist. I do not cause pain for the sake of pain, but this, I think, you will like.”

  He drapes the chain across my stomach, and the cold sends goosebumps skittering across my skin. He looks down on me from between my legs. “Are you scared?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  Amazingly, I do. “Yes.”

  “Perfect,” he says, and he slips into me. I groan, pleasure spiking through me, and I’ve never felt this full. And I realize as he begins to move that he’s not even all the way in.

  “Oh god,” I say out loud, “that’s good.”

  He pushes slowly in until I feel his balls settle against my ass, and I feel like I can breathe even less now than when the corset was on. “How many times did you come while my mouth was on you?”

  “Two,” I answer before I realize that’s not the right answer. My eyes fly open and I find him grinning.

  “I look forward to punishing you for that later.”

  “I couldn’t help it. There was no way to stop it.”

  Matthew pulls out a little and thrusts back in. “I’ll think about that, but right now you don’t have permission to come.”

  I moan as he thrusts in again. “Please.”

  “No, especially if you forget your manners.”

  “Please, Sir.”

  There’s that wicked smile again. “No.”

  And then he begins to fuck me. He fills me up again and again, and every grind of his hips against mine drags against my clit and takes me higher, until I’m moaning with every thrust and I’m begging him to please please please let me come again. And just when I think he might say yes, he stops.

  Just stops. In the middle of sex. “What?”

  The chain slithers against my stomach and I freeze, my pussy clenching around his cock. A deep, carnal laugh comes from Matthew. “Feel free to do that again.”

  His lips close over my nipple, nipping and licking until it’s hard and I’m shivering. His breath cools my skin, hardening it even further, and then there’s a sharp pinch and I glance down to find the clamp on my nipple. The sharp throbbing spreads, and then it morphs into heat as his mouth closes on my other breast, repeating the process.

  Matthew lifts the chain towards my mouth. “Open.” I do, and he places the chain between my teeth. “Don’t let go.”

  The chain is pulling up on my breasts and it hurts. Not bad, but just enough to remind me that they’re there. To remind me that I didn’t choose to put them there. That I’m bound, and just then Matthew pushes my legs further apart. Oh god. He moves again, and this position is tighter, fuller, and I can’t say anything with the chain between my teeth. I can’t think. Pleasure builds, and my mind goes quiet again. There’s nothing but the pleasure and the pain as my breasts bounce with every thrust.

  That spark of pain flies down my body, adding to the edge of my pleasure, and I find my body is moving on its own. I’m writhing just like Karen did and I can’t stop. I want more. More. I need to go over the edge and take him with me. “Please.”

  “No.” He cuts me off before I even finish the word. I’m on the edge, but I hold on for dear life. My hands are fists, my back arching, and I think I might be screaming. Matthew slows, easing in and out with lazy strokes, and the urgency fades. I sink back onto the table, frustration ringing in every cell from the loss of that pleasure.

  “You’ve never edged before, have you?”

  I lock eyes with him, shake my head no.

  “Where I push you to the edge, over and over again. Never letting you go over until one big, final climax.”

  Oh god. I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m going to go over sooner or later. It’s too big, too good, too much pleasure. He pulls out all the way and thrusts in to the hilt and pleasure rockets up my spine. I’m not going to last, I know it. My body remembers where it left off, and I’m right there again. “Sir,” I say, my mouth struggling to form the words around the chain. “I’m not—I can’t—help…”

  He reaches down and strokes his fingers across my clit. “Come now.”

  The next thrust breaks me apart. I scream, body straining against the cuffs, pleasure blossoming through me like a flame. Matthew doesn’t stop, and every move sets off more embers that land, setting my nerves on fire. I come twice. Three times because he doesn’t stop, and I hear him groan, feel his cock jerk inside me as he comes.

  His hips move slowly, bringing me down gently, and sending sparkles spiraling through my body. He’s still inside me as he leans over me, releasing one of the clamps, and I cry out at the pain as all the blood rushes back. He sucks my nipple into his mouth again, smoothing the pain and turning it into a gentle throb. “Get ready,” he murmurs seconds before he releases the other one. He holds me as the pain recedes, kissing me on the lips, the collarbone, the cheeks.

  Whatever tension was left in my body is gone, and I’m barely holding on to consciousness as Matthew pulls out and takes care of the condom, and comes to release me. I feel him lift me off the table, and I can’t help but relax against his chest as he carries me away.

  * * *

  It’s dark when I wake up, and there’s skin under my cheek. Out of the window of my bedroom, moonlight is shining down on the bed. I take a deep breath and try to sit up.

  “You’re awake.”

  “I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep.”

  I can hear his smile. “You had a big day. It’s not uncommon. How do you feel?”

  “Still sleepy.”

  He laughs softly. “I meant about what happened.”

  “Oh.” I let my mind look over the memories of everything. “I don’t know.”

  Matthew slips out from underneath me, and then suddenly I’m pinned under his body. I can barely see his eyes in the dark, searching my face in that earnest way that he has. “Don’t lie to me.”

  I shake my head. “I have to talk about it?”

  “Yes, you do. I told you before, communication is a big part of this.”

  “Okay.” I swallow. “I…had a good time…but I can’t say that the reason I had a good time was because I was tied down or because you’re just very, very good at sex.”

  “Why couldn’t it be both?”

  “Because I’m not this girl, Matthew. I’ve worked hard to be free, to not have to rely on anyone. I don’t sit at people’s feet; I don’t let people boss me around.”

  I see a ghost of a smile in the dark. “I guess we’re not quite there yet.”

  “Not quite where?”

  “I’ve been trying to explain, but maybe I haven’t been painting a clear picture. This isn’t about me bossing you around. This isn’t about me taking something away from you by force—it’s about letting someone take care of you. Being a Dom isn’t always sex, it’s me making sure you drank water at the wedding. It’s checking your car to make sure the tires aren’t bald. And when you submit, you’re letting go of some of the worry that comes with all of that. It’s letting someone protect you.”

  I bite my lip, hoping he can’t see it in the dark, because that does sound nice when he puts it like that.

  “And, of course,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips, “it’s a little bit about bossing you around.”

  I laugh, and I think about actually doing this willingly. What would that be like? I need to know what he expects when it comes to that, because he said there are so many different ways to do it. “How would you do it? If you were in a relationship with someone?”

  “Hmmm…” the hum of his voice resonates from his chest into mine, and the warm weight of his body is lulling me back to sleep. “I’m not strict the way some Doms are. There are a lot more layers to the scene that it would take more time to explain. But some people do it all the time. The sub is always on her knees, always naked, always in active submission. Some people are only Doms in the bedroom. Outside they’re equal partners, and once the doors close there’s a power exchan
ge. I’m somewhere in between.”

  “How so?”

  I can feel him getting hard against my hip as he speaks. “I don’t want a woman who’s always crawling behind. I want someone I can spar with; someone I can enjoy as an equal when the time calls for it. But I also like to have a sub at my feet sometimes. To have her on her knees under the table sucking my cock. To have her walk around in underwear I choose or naked and kneeling and waiting for my instruction.”

  “How would you figure out what time is which?”

  “Negotiating,” he grins. “I imagine that it might start with set times of day, and as the relationship progressed, hopefully we’d know each other and our boundaries well enough that we would know without having to lay out a timetable.”

  I nod. I don’t know what to say to that. It seems logical and almost normal, if you can really call this normal. I can actually see it, the way it would work, this kind of dynamic unfolding in a natural way, figuring it out as you go. But that thought is too nerve-racking for me to follow through, so I don’t. Instead I reach down to touch him where he’s hard, to distract him and to distract me.

  Matthew catches my wrist underneath the blankets. “Oh no. No more tonight. You’re going to need your strength for tomorrow. And Sunday.”

  “But we could feel good now, Sir.”

  “And I’m telling you no, sub.”

  I sigh, not wanting to be alone with the thoughts that he’s put into my head. But to my surprise, he leans down and kisses me. Deep and soft and arousing. “Sleep, Emma. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He starts to stroke my skin, and the touch is soothing. And even though seconds ago I was going to try to seduce him, I find my eyes closing. I follow his command, and I drift off into sleep wrapped in his warmth.

  Ten

  I come awake the way you come awake when you’re on vacation: slowly, groggily, with the knowledge that you don’t have to do any work. It’s bliss.

  The sun is streaming in, and from the angle, I guess that I’ve slept in way later than I usually do. But that’s okay, it’s Saturday, right? I roll over and find the bed empty even though I never felt him leave. There is, however, a present with a note. I finger the pile of black material and find it soft and silky. The note is made of that neat, efficient handwriting that I now think I would recognize anywhere.