Good Girls Say Yes

by Penny Wylder

  Put this on and meet me in my study.

  -Sir

  The fact that he signed it ‘Sir’ makes me shiver. If I had to guess, he doesn’t want me to come to his office to chat over breakfast again. I shower and notice I’m sore almost everywhere, but it’s not a bad aches. It’s the kind that comes after a satisfying day at the gym. I’ve heard other women talk about being sore after sex in a good way, but I’ve never had that. I stifle a giggle—I’ll have plenty of good sex stories when I leave here. No more feeling left out of that party.

  The conversation that we had last night, now that it’s daytime and I’m thinking clearly, I’m not sure why the life that he described seemed so plausible. Matthew is a good man, and I think any woman would be lucky to have him. But you don’t build a relationship on inequality and the belief that one person is less than the other. There’s a whisper in my gut that says that I’m being stubborn, and that’s not what I meant, but I shove that whisper down. It’s not what good relationships are made of.

  I do my make-up and hair again. Matthew didn’t tell me I had to, but I don’t want to walk into his office looking like I just rolled out of bed. Then again, there might be a certain appeal in that…

  The lingerie he left is simple: a plunging black bra and black boy shorts. The black is stark against my skin, emphasizing how little it covers. If I didn’t already know what he did for a living, I might think he has a future as a fashion designer, based on the fact that he seems to be able to pick things that are spot on for me.

  Wandering out of a bedroom in underwear in a house that isn’t mine is still a little weird for me, but I do it. I retrace my steps to the main entry and try to remember where his study is. I think it’s in the opposite direction from my bedroom. I’m barefoot, and I make almost no sound moving across the floors, and for a second it feels like I’m in a mystery story and I’m looking for clues in the giant, abandoned mansion.

  With that in mind, I jump when a woman in black jeans and a black shirt comes around the corner. I gape, because other than the guests yesterday, I hadn’t seen anyone in the house. But the woman doesn’t miss a beat. “Good morning, Miss Emma.”

  “Good morning?”

  “I’m Julia, one of Mr. Forester’s staff. Are you looking for him?”

  She points further down the hallway I was walking. “End of the hallway and take a left. I’m sure he’s expecting you.”

  I blush because I’m in my underwear, and she doesn’t even blink as she walks past me on whatever task she was given. Not sure why I didn’t think he had staff. I suppose it makes sense—that immaculate breakfast yesterday didn’t appear out of nowhere, and unless he has a lot of time on his hands, he didn’t cook it himself. Besides, with the animals he keeps and a house this big, of course he has staff.

  When I reach the end of the hallway, I hear his voice from behind a door that’s open a crack, and I do recognize it. But I probably would have wandered around for a while first. I push open the door, and find a very different Matthew. He’s on the phone with his back to me. He’s in a t-shirt and jeans and the casual look suits him. Those jeans aren’t hiding his spectacular ass.

  He smiles when he sees me, and gestures for me to wait. I do, and I look around more thoroughly than when he brought me on the tour yesterday. The windows in the office overlook the back of the property, and it’s a hell of a view. Built-in bookshelves are lined with leather bound books. I see every subject imaginable from the predictable books about animals to books on history and music. There are comfortable chairs and a fireplace, and I can see him sitting in here reading a book, perfectly content.

  If he had his way, he’d be sitting with a woman at his feet. God knows what she’d be doing. I ignore the image of myself there, maybe reading a book of my own. That image makes me hesitate, because I don’t know how it makes me feel. Part of me wonders if would really be that bad? And instantly the other part of me roars that it’s not okay to even think about that.

  Matthew finishes his conversation and I hear him hang up. “Good morning.”

  “Morning,” I say, turning back to him to find him smiling.

  “I had a supply issue in Montana. Otherwise, believe me, I would still have been in bed with you.”

  I let a small smile through. “I ran into Julia.”

  “Oh,” he says. “Sorry about that, I should have warned you. My staff are all either involved in the lifestyle are fully aware of my involvement. On the extremely rare occasion I host submissives, they all know that they’re to treat them with the same respect that they treat me.”

  “They’re used to people walking around in their underwear?”

  He chuckles. “I wouldn’t say they’re used to it, but Julia is a Domme, so it’s not anything she’s unfamiliar with.”

  “It’s so…weird.”

  Matthew raises an eyebrow. “Of all the things that have happened so far this weekend, that’s the one that’s getting to you?”

  “I guess,” I shrug. “It’s like the things that are just short of normal that are the most jarring.”

  “I can understand that,” he says. “Speaking of normal, I think your morning has been a little too normal today.” He nods to the center of the open space in front of his desk. “Kneel.”

  My stomach drops. “Really?”

  He doesn’t say anything, just stares, and I find myself moving, sinking to my knees under the weight of his gaze. I rub my palms on my thighs, trying to work out the nerves. “Good,” he says, “now we’ll work on your position.”

  “Position?”

  “Some Doms have a list of known positions that they teach their subs, so that they can have a shorthand of when and how the sub behaves. I don’t do that, but I do like the traditional submissive kneeling position. I find it beautiful and graceful. Knees further apart.”

  I widen my knees as he comes to stand in front of me.

  “Wider. Until your toes touch.” I do, and he reaches out, fingers grazing the back of my neck. “Lift through your spine to here, and bow your head. And finally,” he crouches down and takes my hands, “palms up on your thighs.”

  He straightens, and I hold the pose. “It doesn’t feel natural,” I say.

  “It’s not supposed to. As a sub you would practice it more and it would become easier, but it’s designed to remind you of your position. And, if you were naked, it would allow me to see if you were wet.”

  Chills run down my spine. He’s right. In this pose, with my eyes on the ground, it’s like I can feel the dynamic stretching between us. In this position—in these clothes—it’s impossible not to acknowledge what I’m offering to him. My heart is pounding in the silence, and I’m glad I’m wearing clothes because I do not want him to see that I’m wet. I don’t want to think about why, either.

  “For the remainder of your time here, this is the position I want you in if I ask you to kneel.”

  I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”

  There’s a metal clinking, and I look up to see Matthew unbuckling his belt. I don’t move, and he pulls out his cock, already erect. Up close it looks bigger, and I can’t ignore the wetness I’m feeling now.

  “If I hadn’t been rudely pulled away this morning, I would have added another expectation to our conversation last night.”

  I glance between his eyes and his cock. “You mean…”

  “That’s right. Every morning before I leave the bedroom—my cock between your pretty lips. I wouldn’t care if you were on your knees, or you were under the sheets, or if you were underneath me while I fucked your mouth. But it would be every morning, and I think you would enjoy it.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “Really?”

  Matthew grins. “Keeping your Dom happy can be very rewarding.” I’m about to ask him what kind of rewards he has in mind, but he beats me to it. “Open.”

  I hesitate. I know the door is open behind me, and I don’t want Julia to see me on my knees with Matthew’s cock in my mouth.

  “Emm
a, open your mouth.”

  I do, and he slips his cock inside.

  “I know you’re new, and I’m patient, but I’m tired of repeating commands to you. The next time I have to repeat something, you’ll be punished. You have your safewords if you need to use them. Now suck my cock.”

  His words ring straight through me, and I don’t hesitate. I plunge my mouth onto his cock, letting it fill my mouth. He’s hot, pulsing, hard, and it’s hard to fit him because of his size. I’ve never felt comfortable with my oral sex skills, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m doing it right, if I’m doing what he likes. I mean…I know he’s hard, but what if what I’m doing isn’t turning him on more?

  Matthew’s hand is in my hair and he pulls me off of him. “Where did you just go?”

  I blink, startled. “I…”

  “It’s like you disappeared.”

  “I was worried that I wasn’t doing it right. I’ve never been good at it, and I didn’t know if you liked it.”

  He doesn’t smile or laugh. “You were worried?”

  I blush. “Yeah.”

  “You don’t have to. Part of this is you not having to worry. If I want you to do something differently, I will tell you. If I want you to do something specific, I will give you instructions.” Now he smiles. “I don’t have you here out of charity, Emma. I like you. I’m attracted to you. I like fucking you, and I like dominating you. My cock has been hard all morning thinking about this.”

  “Oh.” It’s the only word that comes into my head, reassurance soothing over me like a cool breeze.

  “Now hands behind your back, and suck my cock. And Emma,” his fingers tighten in my hair, “you will swallow.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I say, locking my hands together and taking him into my mouth again.

  I stroke him with my tongue, taking him as far as I can again and again. Swirling my tongue around his head, I tease the underside and taste the salty cum already leaking from him. I move faster, bobbing up and down and creating as much suction as I can.

  Matthew’s fingers are in my hair again, and his voice is low and rough. “Slower.” He tugs on my hair, and begins to guide my pace. I let him, and I get a feel for the rhythm that he wants. I know that I’ve got it right when I hear his breath hitch and his cock jerks between my lips. He groans, and I think it might be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It goes straight to my pussy, and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching for him.

  He tilts my head and suddenly I’m taking him deeper and it’s harder to breathe. I didn’t know I could take this much of him, and my mouth feels stretched. The tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, and I jerk back against his hand. Matthew pulls me off his cock and lifts it away from me. “Open.”

  I do automatically, and then his balls are in my mouth. Our eyes are locked, and again I feel that dynamic tension between us. In this moment, I’m on my knees not because I have to be, but because I want to be. I want to make him feel good. I want him to come, and I want to taste it on my tongue. I suck on his balls, and I hear his breath hitch again. “I don’t think you know how hot you look right now.”

  I can’t speak to answer him, but my body responds to his words, heating up and the slickness between my legs growing more apparent. “We spoke yesterday about how to trust your Dom, even with your oxygen. Can you do that? Can you trust me?”

  I nod, still sucking.

  He guides me back to his cock, and I’m full of him again. I close my eyes, surrendering as he guides me down until I think I’m at my limit. And then he guides me further and the tip of him slips into my throat. I can’t breathe, and panic rises swiftly. My hands fly from behind my back and I try to push him away, but I hear his voice. “Trust me.”

  He lets me go and I heave in a breath. I try to calm my gasping, and Matthew’s voice is calm. “Were you actually out of breath? Or were you scared about running out?”

  I think, and I know what the answer is even if I don’t want it to be the answer. “Scared, Sir.”

  “Take a deep breath, and try again. Trust me to see what you need.”

  I look up at him, and see nothing but confidence and reassurance. Hauling in a breath, I open my mouth and he slides in again. All the way, to the place where I can’t breathe, and further. “Trust me,” he says, and I realize that I do. He’s not going to hurt me or suffocate me, and this is what he wants. A sliver of tension releases in me and suddenly he’s sliding further in because I’m not fighting it. My nose is pressed against the skin of his stomach and through the fog in my brain I realize that I’ve taken all of him.

  Matthew pulls me back and I breathe deep. “Damn,” he laughs softly, “I didn’t expect that.”

  “Neither did I,” I say, catching my breath and unable to help my grin. “Sir.”

  I take a breath and he pulls me onto his cock and seconds later I’m pressed against his body again. Matthew groans, a carnal sound that makes me want him inside me more than I can describe. I grab his legs, and he pulls me off his cock. “Behind your back, or I’ll tie them there.”

  I put them behind my back as he pulls me back onto him. He works his way into my throat, and as soon as my lips meet his skin, his fingers dig into my hair and he holds me still. His hips move and then he’s fucking my mouth, and I feel that same mental quiet that I felt yesterday. The world shrinks to the feeling of his cock sliding against my tongue and the tightness of him entering my throat. I’m so turned on that I think if he touched my clit I would explode.

  Matthew fucks my mouth with shallow strokes, his eyes closed, and I suck him as hard as I can. His hips start to move erratically, quickly driving in again and again and again and he explodes in my mouth. Salt and cream and the taste of man flow across my tongue and I swallow as he continues to thrust. I take everything that he gives me, and I seal my mouth around him, making sure that I don’t lose a drop.

  He doesn’t move for a minute after he finishes, the tip of him still between my lips. When he finally opens his eyes, they’re unfocused, glazed with pleasure. “Show me.”

  I open my mouth and show him that it’s empty, that I swallowed everything just like he told me to, and he smiles. “Good girl.”

  Warm approval and happiness wash over me like a wave, and I have to look away. Matthew pulls me to my feet and into his arms. I like the feeling of his warmth wrapped around me. “You were excellent.”

  “Really?”

  “I think that might be the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

  Again the wave of approval. I like that I made him feel good, that I’m the reason for his pleasure. It feels good.

  “What happens now?”

  Matthew sighs. “Now, unfortunately, I have more work to do.”

  He lets me go, and I try to keep the surprise off my face. “What do you want me to do?”

  “You can have free time,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You are, of course, welcome to stay here with me. Though you’ll be kneeling. Or you can explore the house, read, do what you like while I work out this mess.”

  Kneeling quietly in that painful position or have my free run of the house? “House, please.”

  “I thought so,” he smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll have someone find you if I change my mind.”

  He rearranges himself inside his pants and crosses the room to his desk. I’m almost to the door when he calls my name. There’s no amusement there. “If I find out that you put on more clothes, or that you got yourself off, I won’t be pleased.”

  I unsuccessfully fight off my blush from the fact that he knew I was that turned on, and I hear him laugh softly as I close the door behind me.

  Eleven

  Hours pass slowly in the house. I grab the book I started yesterday and take it to the library. There’s a chair in a sunny corner that I noticed on the tour, and I was right that it’s the perfect spot to sit and read. I’m approached by some of the staff for lunch, and even though it’s weird for
me to be in this lingerie, they never act like anything is wrong. Plus, the tea and lunch they make me are absolutely delicious.

  Every time I hear footsteps, I’m expecting that someone’s going to bring me a note from Matthew with some naughty instruction, but it’s never that. I keep thinking about this morning, and yesterday, and with every passing hour I’m more and more on edge. My arousal never decreases, and neither does the fact that I’m so wet I’m constantly aware of it.

  When it’s time for dinner, I’m so eager to see him and for him to get me off that I’m practically bouncing as I wait in the dining room. But then he doesn’t come, and the housekeeper asks if I’d like my food in my room, or maybe in the living room with a movie. I excuse myself, and head for his office. I’m hungry, but I’m more hungry for something else, and I’m not going to get it waiting in the living room with a movie.

  The lights are on in Matthew’s study and as I push open the door I see that my vision of him this morning was right. He’s sitting in a chair next to the fireplace—even though it’s too hot for it to be lit—with his nose buried in a book. He looks up when I come in and smiles. “Hello.”

  “Hi.”

  “Are you all right?”

  I put a bit of sway in my hips as I walk towards him, “I just…hadn’t seen you at all, and I wanted to.”

  “That’s a nice surprise.” He tugs me down for a kiss, and when he releases me I’m a little lightheaded.

  “So…is there anything you want me to do?”

  He laughs. “No, not at the moment.” And then he goes back to reading, which I see now isn’t a book but looks like something business related.

  “Are you sure?” I sink to my knees, making sure I get the position right.