Entertaining Distraction: Doms of The Covenant Book Two

by Samantha Cole

  “Good. Take a drink of your water if you need it, then continue.”

  Lifting her glass, he glanced at her. Pride swelled within her. “No, thank you, Michael. I’m good for the moment.”

  Taking his own glass, he gulped half of it before putting it back down. He seemed to draw on some inner strength before he started to speak again. “Okay. Erection. Blood. Veins at the base of the cock squeeze shut, keeping the blood in so it stays hard. The balls get drawn up as the body’s muscles tense. It takes the body between thirty seconds and two minutes to prepare for the orgasm. During that time, the pelvis begins to thrust involuntarily. The guy’s breathing and heart rate increase. He feels like he’s going to explode. When he reaches the point of no return, he’s going to cum whether he wants to or not. Cum shoots out in a series of fast contractions of the muscles in the cock and ass. The nerves causing the muscles to contract send messages of pleasure to the brain, which by now is just a pile of mush. After he shoots his load, the erection fades. The muscles in the body relax, and he’ll feel drowsy afterward.”

  During the rest of his explanation, Charlotte’s hand got closer and closer to his bulging cock, which twitched in response to her ministrations. She was certain it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge into oblivion.

  “That was very good, Michael. Thank you.” She really couldn’t care less about the hows and whys of the male orgasm at this moment, but it had been an exercise to see how much he was willing to invest in their relationship. She also wanted him to be comfortable in his own skin. And now that he’d pleased her, it was time to reward him. “Now, stand and strip completely.”

  His hazel gaze shot to hers, as if shocked by her order, before he stood and did as instructed. He’d probably been on the verge of begging for relief and was now silently hoping it was within reach. Turning, Charlotte grabbed a large throw pillow from the end of the couch and tossed it on the floor in front of her. Confucius stretched on the ottoman and then hopped down. Showing his furry ass, he strolled out of the room, appearing too dignified to watch his mistress play with her sub.

  As Mike quickly shed his clothes and draped them over the arm of her recliner, Charlotte’s gaze roamed his body and her mouth watered. He had a typical Floridian man’s tan on his upper torso while his hips and legs were paler. She knew he mowed the lawn at his mother’s house on a regular basis, and probably did it shirtless. A swath of fine hair covered his chest and narrowed as it went lower to his groin where a very impressive cock extended upward. On the tip was a bead of pre-cum that Charlotte intended to claim as hers. But it would have to wait for the moment. She turned her attention to his next task. “Hand me your limit list, please.”

  After he pulled the folded paper from his pants’ pocket, and gave it to her, she added, “Now, fold your clothes neatly and set them on the seat of the recliner.”

  His brow climbed a bit, but he silently obeyed the order. Charlotte wondered if Nick had drilled into his future brother-in-law the benefits of following a Dominant’s commands without hesitation. As soon as he was done with his clothing, she pointed to the spot on the other side of the pillow on the floor. “Stand in front of me and present yourself—spread your feet shoulder-width apart, bow your head, and clasp your arms with your hands behind your lower back.”

  Once he was in the proper position, Charlotte set his limit list to the side and stood. Circling around him, she ran her hands up his arms, across his back and chest, then lower to his ass and hips, avoiding his family jewels. She loved the mind-games, which built up the anticipation for a sub. It made the end results of a scene that much more enjoyable. Under his soft skin, his hard muscles quivered under her palms, and his breathing increased. When he leaned into her touch, she removed her hands. “While we’re in D/s mode, Michael, you must ask permission to speak or move. However, if something feels wrong, tell me immediately. Understood?”

  “Yeah. I mean, yes, Ma’am.”

  “Your safeword is ‘red.’ If you’re uncomfortable with a command or scene, say ‘red’ and we’ll stop and discuss what’s wrong. Understood?”

  There was only a moment’s hesitation before he answered her. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Good. Kneel and present on the pillow, please. Rest back on your heels for comfort.”

  Somewhat ungracefully, Mike, lowered himself onto his knees. When she was pleased with his posture, Charlotte sat down on the couch in front of him, then picked up and unfolded the papers he’d given her. Scanning the list, she was pleased to see most of their hard limits were similar, and there were quite a few things under the yellow column, meaning he hadn’t tried them yet but was willing to. She smiled when she reached the second page and saw a ménage with two women in that column—typical male. Charlotte had no problem letting a female sub join them on occasion, but it would only be for Michael—she wasn’t into women, although, she had scened with many without sex involved. “The activities you didn’t assign a color to we’ll discuss during a visit to the club. I’ll let you observe those scenes and then you can decide if you’re willing to try them or not.”

  “Thank you, Ma’am.”

  Charlotte put the list aside and stood again. Setting her hand on his upper arm, she trailed her fingers up to his shoulder, across his back, and down the other side. “You’re a very fine male specimen, Michael.”

  A soft snort escaped him. “My brother got the looks in the family.”

  Grabbing his hair, Charlotte yanked his head back and glared at him, letting him see her annoyance about his words. “You will never, ever, put yourself down, or negatively compare yourself to anyone again, Michael. I won’t stand for it. I wasn’t only referring to you physically, but also mentally and emotionally. You’re strong, smart, sensitive, caring, and so much more. And, yes, you’re physically attractive. All that combined makes for a very enticing package.”

  A package she couldn’t wait any longer to experience. Bending, Charlotte slammed their mouths together. After a split second of surprise, Mike recovered and returned the kiss. His lips parted for her tongue, allowing her entry. Charlotte reveled in the taste of him—minty and spicy and all male. Her fingers in his hair held his head where she wanted it, while her other hand explored his bare chest. She tweaked his nipples before scratching her way down his abdomen. Mike swayed, and his arm shot out and grabbed her around her hips to regain his balance.

  Lifting her head enough so she could speak, Charlotte said, “You may hold onto me, but do nothing more than that. Tonight is about me showing you how much you’ve pleased me. You’re going to cum for me. I’ll take my pleasure from seeing you lose control.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You don’t want—”

  “No.” Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his cock, causing him to hiss and moan in response. “This is what I want, Michael.” Tightening her hold on the hard flesh, she explored the length. His hips bucked forward. “Uh-uh. Control the urge to do that. I’ll let you know when you’re allowed to.”

  Charlotte took a seat on the couch again, stretching her legs out on either side of her sub, never once releasing his cock. She swirled her hand around the thick stalk from its root to tip. Up, over, down, and back again. His every moan was hers. Every expression of ecstasy, every gasp, every response belonged to her. Using a finger from her other hand, she swiped it over his slit, taking some of the pre-cum, as she continued his sweet torture. “Eyes on me, Michael.”

  His eyelids were heavy as his gaze met hers. Opening her mouth, she brought her finger to her lips and licked it. “Mmm. Very nice.”

  Her hand dropped again, and she cupped his balls, gently rolling them in her hand. His legs began to quake, and she knew he was getting close. “Fuck my hand, subbie. Get ready to cum for me—your orgasm is mine.”

  In time with her hand, Mike thrust his hips forward and back. “Jesus, that feels amazing. Oh, fuck! Cha—Ma’am. Please!”

  “It feels amazing to me, too.” She studied his face and body la
nguage. His moaning vibrated through the air and she felt it in her core. “Do you want to cum, Michael?”

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  Charlotte’s hands froze. “What did you say?”

  His eyes went wide as his hips stilled. She could see frustration and agitation surging through them. The muscles in his jaw, arms, abs, and thighs tightened as his mind warred with his instincts. He’d thought she was about to send him over, but he’d failed to use her title in his blurted response. Training a sub required consistency from the very start, otherwise there’d be confusion and misunderstandings, which would defeat the intended dynamics of their relationship.

  Seconds ticked by, and then he finally inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. His gaze dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry. I meant to say, yes, Ma’am, I would like to cum, please.” His jaw was still rigid, but his words had been respectful.

  “Very good. Failure to use my title or ask permission to speak unless I’ve asked a direct question will always be met with a negative response. Compliance will result in a positive one.” She resumed the hand job she’d been giving him and sped up the pace. Leaning forward, she licked one of his nipples, and then the other. She could sense the strength and tension emanating from him. It wasn’t long before he was nearing the crest of his climax. Her hand holding his balls felt when his body drew them inward. “Cum for me, Michael.”

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she bit down on his nipple and tightened her hold on his cock. His body stiffened, and then, with a roar, his orgasm exploded. His eyelids slammed shut. Streams of semen shot from him, coating his abdomen and her hands. She continued to pump his shaft until he had nothing else to give her.

  His body sagged as he leaned back on his heels again, gasping for air. “Holy—” He caught himself before it was too late. His eyelids lifted, and his gaze met hers. “P-Permission . . . to speak, Ma’am.”

  She gave him a pleased nod. “Permission granted.”

  “Holy shit . . . damn, that . . . was incredible.”

  Grinning, Charlotte released him and stood. “Stay there.”

  Before he’d arrived earlier, she’d placed a bowl of water, a washcloth, and a towel on a table next to the room’s love seat. After wetting the washcloth and wringing out the excess, she returned to the sofa with it and the towel and began cleaning the evidence of her sub’s release from his torso. He was still recovering, but his breathing was almost back to normal. She reached over and grabbed his glass of water. “Drink the rest.”

  Once he was clean, she patted the cushion next to her. “Come up here.”

  Mike was a little wobbly on his feet, which was expected. When he sat next to her, Charlotte took one of the couch’s smaller throw pillows and put it in her lap. “Lay down and rest awhile.”

  His eyes narrowed again. “It feels weird that I got to cum and you didn’t.”

  “Don’t worry, Michael. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to give me orgasms. Just not tonight. This was all about you and seeing how much you trusted me and were willing to invest in a D/s relationship with me. Now, come lay down.”

  He hesitated a moment, before following her command. Taking a blanket from the back of the couch, she laid it over him. For several minutes, neither spoke as she massaged his scalp and shoulders. The low jazz music became the only sound in the room. It wasn’t long before sleep overtook Mike, and Charlotte smiled to herself. My sweet, strong sub.

  9

  Sitting at a table in the pub between his mother and brother, and across from his future brother-in-law, Mike tried to keep his mind on the subject—convincing his mother it was time for an assisted living facility. The one they wanted her to move into was only five or six minutes away from Mike’s condo and only a little further away from the Trident Security compound where Jake and Nick’s large apartment was located. Mike had thought about moving back in to help take care of Emma, but he couldn’t be there twenty-four hours a day and wasn’t too keen on bringing in aides he didn’t know to sit with her. Like he and Jake had discussed, the assisted living facility would be best for a number of reasons. She’d have people her own age around, her medications would be monitored, and someone would be able to check in on her at all hours.

  They’d planned on having this discussion two days ago, but Ian had needed Jake and Nick to take care of a Trident case. But, now, as Jake rattled off those valid reasons and a bunch of others of why the assisted living facility was a good idea, Mike’s mind kept wandering to Charlotte. He was still floored about the other night, how she’d made him cum with more intensity than he’d ever experienced before, and so quickly. Then he’d fallen asleep with his head in her lap. When he’d awakened about forty minutes later, they’d still been in the same position.

  After asking him a few questions to determine his mental status, she’d gotten up and made omelets for them. While eating, they’d gone over a D/s contract, with Charlotte filling in blanks as they negotiated and then agreed on different clauses. Mike had thought it would feel odd signing a contract for sex, but it hadn’t. It also hadn’t just been about sex.

  Sitting next to Mike at the table in her kitchen, Charlotte added a note in the margin of the contract, then glanced back up at him. Her eyes narrowed. “I can tell you want to ask me a question, Michael. Is something confusing or upsetting you?”

  Chewing a mouthful of the delicious omelet, he tilted his head slightly from side to side, trying to get the words right in his mind before speaking them. He didn’t want to sound like he was insulting her or being a chauvinistic ass. “I’m just not sure how this works outside of the bedroom or the club.”

  “You mean the dynamics of our relationship?”

  “Yes.”

  Reaching over, she laid her hand on his arm. “Your submission isn’t all or nothing here, Michael. In the bedroom and club, yes, I’ll want . . . I’ll demand your full submission. But that’s where it ends. You’re a strong, intelligent adult. Just like I don’t want you to suppress your sexual submission, I don’t want you to suppress who you really are outside of play, either. There, I want you to be my equal—side by side—give and take—neither one of us being the alpha or the omega. I’m not demanding you submit to me in other aspects of your life. And in the same respect, I won’t stand for you trying to take over those aspects of my life. When we come across something, where your knowledge or experience goes beyond mine, then yes, I’ll let you take the lead. If it’s something I excel in, then all I ask is that you give me the same courtesy. We’ll then come to an agreement on how to proceed. Understood?”

  He’d felt so much better after she’d explained it to him. As they’d continued going through the contract, he’d felt more and more at ease with how the relationship would be. The end date of the contract was one month to the day they’d signed it, but Charlotte hadn’t given him a definitive answer about whether or not they’d be renewing it at that point. And that was the only thing that was bothering him, if he were being truthful with himself. Everything else seemed to . . . fit, he guessed was the word he was looking for. When he was in her arms, he felt like he was home.

  She hadn’t lied when she’d said there wouldn’t be any sex between them the other night—or sex that involved her getting undressed and cumming. Now, three days later, he was ready to beg her to let him see her again. They’d only spoken on the phone a few times since that night. That didn’t mean the conversations hadn’t been hotter than Hell. Last night, as he laid in bed, naked at her command, she’d told him to describe what he wanted to do to her if she’d been there with him. It had been the most sensual phone sex he’d ever had in his life. Hell, it ranked up there with the best sexual act he’d ever had in his life. God help him when he finally got his cock inside her. He wasn’t sure he’d survive.

  “Mike? Hey, Earth to Mike.”

  He shook his mind clear and looked at his brother. “What?”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “Want to stay in this conversation, please? Can I
have that stuff you got from the assisted living place about the cost breakdown?”

  Shifting to the side, Mike reached back and pulled the folded papers from his back pocket. He handed them over to Jake, as he addressed their mother. “I tallied up your social security check, your monthly pension from Southwestern Bell . . .” She’d worked in their customer service department for twenty years, starting in her late teens. It was where she’d met Sean Donovan and fallen in love with the Irishman. “. . . and the monthly dividends from the investments with your financial advisor, and all of that will cover about seventy-five percent of the bill each month at Twin Ponds. Your mortgage is low so, after we sell the house, there’ll be plenty left over to cover the other twenty-five percent. And Jake and I will help, if needed, but I don’t think it’ll come to that.”

  “It’s not the money, dear,” his mother said. “I don’t want to give up my independence. And I have the house decorated the way I like it. It’s my home.”

  “Mom, you won’t be giving up anything—in fact, I think you’ll have more freedom. Think of it this way—you won’t have six huge rooms to dust and vacuum. There’s two and a half baths in the house for one person. And none of your neighbors are around during the week. At Twin Ponds, there’ll be plenty of people your age, and they have lots of great activities you can take part in. And Jake, Nick, and I will take you out whenever you want. We just want to make sure that while we’re working, you’ll have someone looking out for you.”

  “I don’t know—”

  “Emma,” Nick interrupted, his tone soft for his future mother-in-law. “Why don’t we take you over there to scope out the place before you make your decision? I haven’t seen the inside, but the outside grounds look really nice. I think you’ll like it.” His gaze flitted past the older woman and recognition kicked in. “Hey, Charlotte.”

  Mike’s head whipped around, and his heart began to pound in his chest, the way it seemed to do every time the Domme was near, nowadays. Her gaze met his, and he immediately began to recall the latest baseball stats—anything to keep from getting a hard-on while sitting next to his mother. Thank God the thought of the woman who’d given birth to him had the desired effect. At least, he’d be able to stand and greet Charlotte without being embarrassed. Just don’t think about the phone sex and you’ll be fine. Damn it.