by L. J. Dee
Hi Sulky
I have a request for a contract change, regarding your ‘no calling’ rule. If I promise not to do banal chit chat, please can we revise this?
Jess x
I was laughing to myself as my phone rang.
“Watch yourself, Cheeky,” he said, chuckling as a broad smile broke across my face. “You put more stock in that rule than I do, and for the purposes of absolute clarity, I would like to reiterate, yet again, that you are free to call me whenever you need to. I’ve said this more than once, but since my word in the past has clearly been insufficient, I have amended the contract and sent it across to you,” he said, the humour evident in his voice, enveloping me in warmth.
“Thanks, Sir,” I smiled, my mood lifting instantly. It seemed like a small thing, but it was bigger to me than he realised. It was a reassurance about my terms, and that was something we’d need to work on if I was to take this leap of faith. It was the first step and a surge of joy flooded through me at the prospect of me and Lucas being something more. Perhaps it wasn’t just a pipe dream.
He wished me goodnight as I fired up my email, scrolling to the relevant section as I laughed out loud. The former section of the contract had been struck out with double thick black lines and replaced with:
Telephone contact is expected from my submissive whenever the need arises, even for what she considers to be banal chit-chat. Be assured that when it comes to you, Jess, there is no such thing.
My stomach erupted in a giddy flurry as I grabbed my phone again. “Hey, baby,” he answered and this time his voice was dripping with sin.
“Hey,” I grinned with no idea what I wanted to discuss, only that I was putting his promise to the test.
“Just wanted some banal chit-chat,” I said as he laughed.
“About what?” God, even the most basic question sounded ridiculously sexy.
“The weather,” I giggled and I could practically see his eyes rolling.
“Fuck the weather. Are you in bed?” he asked as I swallowed hard, realising this conversation might not be so banal after all.
“Yep, just me in a nightie and a very old teddy bear,” I said, suddenly wondering what the hell I was playing at. That had to be the least appealing visual of all time. I sounded like an eccentric grandmother in winceyette, hoping he wasn’t having the same thoughts of moth balls and too many cats that it had conjured up in my mind.
“Take off the nightie.” Yep, it had.
“Sorry,” I said as he laughed gently.
“What for?”
“That wasn’t too sexy.” His deep low chuckle grabbed my insides. Now that was sexy.
“I bet you look delicious and I’m jealous of the bear. If I wanted you to tell me your name was Candy and that you were wearing crotchless panties I’d be dialling another number. I don’t want what you think is sexy. I want you. You just made nighties and teddy bears fucking horny.” I wasn’t certain why I flushed, but I did.
I lay back on my duvet, wondering just what that delicious voice was about to demand of me.
“Tell me what you think about when you’re in bed,” he said as I bit my lip.
“I think about you,” I said, swallowing hard. Of course I did, it was impossible not to.
“Mmmmm,” he purred and I was envisaging him lying naked, stroking his hot thick cock as we spoke and intense pleasure erupted through my cells.
“Tell me what you thought about before you were my submissive, Jess,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice as I flushed again. I wasn’t sure why I found it embarrassing, especially considering what had happened since, but I did.
“I’m waiting,” he growled as I took a deep breath, licking my lips to lubricate my suddenly dry mouth.
“After the party I would lay awake, dreaming about what it would feel like to kiss you, how soft your mouth would be, and how incredible it would be to be wrapped in those strong arms. Even when you were cross with me and you didn’t seem to like me much, when I was alone I could never escape those thoughts,” I said as he groaned deliciously down the line, encouraging me to continue.
“The night I hid in your bathroom, everything changed. I was even more desperate for those kisses and that touch. Your words would go round and around in my head. Whenever we were alone, I yearned for you to take me, grab me and spank me; fuck me instead of Morgan,” I said, swallowing hard.
“You can’t imagine how much I wanted that too, baby. I had a blazing urge to see just how pink that beautiful arse would turn under my stern hand. I wanted to pull you over my lap and see how much pain you could handle and whether your pussy would be wet and pulsing at my domination of your body. Even when you were trying to hold your ground and your professionalism, your nipples would harden in response when I chastised you. It was fucking intoxicating,” he said as my stomach tightened, my heart clenching at those words as my body responded with blissful need.
“Are they hard now?” he asked seductively.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“And are you wet, Jessica?” His deep, low voice had lit the fire as I lay there, swollen and soaking and wishing he was here.
“I’m always wet for you, Sir,” I said as his satisfied groan reverberated down the line, igniting my arousal to fever pitch.
“Now I will tell you what to do, Jessica. You will follow my instructions to the letter, do you understand?” he asked firmly as I breathed a tormented and aroused ‘Yes’, hoping this would involve some relief for my pulsing pussy.
“Slide your fingers across your folds. Use your wetness to open yourself up and rub your clit, there’s a good girl,” he said in a voice that oozed sex and I followed his command without hesitation, moaning in pleasure.
“I want to hear how you sound. Use your fingers and imagine it’s my cock that’s thrusting against you. Move the phone to your pussy, I want to know exactly how wet you are for me,” he growled.
My cheeks were blazing as I did as I was told, my hands squelching against the moistness, thinking of Lucas’s cock as I finger fucked myself, brushing my clit and I was lost, drowning in sensation as the waves overtook my body and I came hard, shaking and panting and retrieving the phone.
“Fuck, baby, that sounded so good,” he said with a soft low moan as I tried to steady my breathing, suddenly hearing noises in the background that startled me from my haze.
“Where are you?” I gasped, his low deep chuckle overtaken with the loud voice that echoed through the background.
“Mr Hunter, you’ll be in on in forty seconds,” it said as I gasped out loud.
“Lucas, where the hell are you?” I asked as panic gripped my being, wondering if our first telephone sex encounter had been public.
“I’m just about to make a speech at The Annual Business Export Awards with a raging fucking hard on,” he said as I heard the loud voice counting down his entrance onto the stage as my heart raced in shock.
I could hear the accolades being announced to the audience, reinforcing just what a powerhouse Lucas Hunter was. There were roars of approval from the crowd, but Lucas was still focused on me. “That was one hell of a phone call, sweetheart. Sleep tight, I’ll be thinking about you,” he said, ending the call as I fell back on my mattress, breathing hard.
Jesus Christ, my glorious Dominant was insane.
CHAPTER 26
“So there you have it. I’ll be supplying extra fire extinguishers just in case,” I laughed. Zac had sat there wide eyed through most of my plans for the party, to the point where I thought they might actually be too over the top. Some of them he’d known about, but this was the whole kit and caboodle and I was watching his reaction closely.
“I bloody love it, Jess,” he laughed at the end of the presentation, clapping his hands before they came to rest on his lap as I sat there laughing.
“Great, then I’ll get everything confirmed,” I smiled as he sat back, watching me closely.
“How is everything else?” he asked as I flus
hed slightly.
“Good,” I laughed nervously, he could only be referring to Lucas. Sexually it was more than good and it was impossible to hide my glowing smile.
“You’re doing well. It’s difficult at first, Jess, and your situation is even more complicated than most, so remember that and don’t give yourself too much of a hard time if you mess up a little. It’s to be expected,” he smiled kindly as I nodded and left, making my way out towards my regular room and grateful that my business partner didn’t seem to have any issues with me taking three afternoons a week out of the office. Maybe one day that would change, but right now it was working for us. I wasn’t so busy at work I couldn’t cope. I was only planning three events and all of those were under control.
Lucas was far busier than I was and I wondered if he had to spend the evenings catching up on what he missed while he was busy in here pleasuring me. Probably.
I was excited and had dressed somewhat differently today in a boned corset I’d bought from an upmarket lingerie store that fastened in criss-crossed ribbons down the back. It had raised an eyebrow from Chastity this morning when she’d helped me to get it on.
She hadn’t protested too much and was just glad I seemed to be smiling for the first time in a week. I stepped out of my dress, adjusting the pretty satin ribbons on the side of my panties and knelt, waiting for Lucas and hoping he wouldn’t be long.
I was beyond excited, still considering his proposal and wondering whether me turning him down like that would have affected him as much as he said.
“Very nice,” he said, smiling at me as he walked in and I floated on the praise, watching his eyes as they cast their way slowly across the curves of my breasts spilling out of the top of my corset, before weaving their trail over the rest of my body heating my skin in every spot they landed.
“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand as he led me over to the Saint Andrews cross fastened to the back wall as I looked up at him, wide eyed and nervous and more than a little excited about the special brand of sex that Lucas would be delivering today.
“I think it’s time for you to get a taste of leather. That corset looks so pretty on you, the only thing I can think would look prettier are the pink stripes of the whip,” he smiled, running his finger down my cheek as I gasped slightly, watching his tongue slide sexily across his bottom lip.
“But I haven’t done anything bad,” I said quickly as he smiled.
“This isn’t a punishment, Jessica. I’d like to show you just how pleasurable the right amount of pain can be,” he said as I swallowed hard, knowing this was an absolute exchange of power, requiring trust beyond a level I’d experienced yet. Nothing was as fearful to me as the prospect of being whipped. The flogger had been a revelation, but I knew this would be significantly more intense.
Lucas moved behind me, gently undoing the ribbons down my back, kissing my neck as I moaned in ecstasy, the fear coursing through my veins only heightening the sensations he was delivering across my shivering skin. I wondered if that was part of the process – to heighten my senses with pain so the pleasure would be all the more intense. Or maybe it was the other way around.
He began to play with my nipples, teasing them gently at first with sublime touches as my pussy began to throb. Every contact was like a hotwire to my clit as he stroked, nipped and pinched until the tight pink buds were aching with need. He continued for an age as the pleasure began to turn into what felt like a strange torture as I moaned out loud. The sucking and grazing, kneading and stroking had tipped into pain. It was almost too much, and the contact stopped abruptly.
“Good girl,” he said against my ear and I smiled at the praise, closing my eyes as he kissed my neck repeatedly, stroking my skin and massaging me under firm fingers. He was soothing and caressing me before he led me slowly to the wall.
I didn’t fight, falling into Lucas as he held me up against the cross, gently securing my wrists and ankles before kissing his way up my body. They were small delicate touches that ignited my skin, goose bumps flaring in anxiety and desire before he moved away. I listened to him pad across to the far wall where a variety of whips were hung; grateful I wouldn’t have to see it as my stomach churned in anticipation and fear.
It was heady, intoxicating mix of signals, already flooding my brain with so many variants it was difficult to keep track and know exactly what I was thinking. I gasped as I felt him run a soft finger down my spine, kissing my neck again and sliding his finger inside my panties, groaning as the dampness hit his fingers, saturating the flimsy fabric and betraying my arousal.
He was taking his time. He had no desire to rush this, and I wondered if this was part of the plan, to raise my anticipation, my apprehension and my need. If so it was certainly working and I felt my panties float to the floor as he gently undid the ribbons at either side.
The soft music started up again as I felt the first snap of the flogger. It was leather and sharper than the fur, but the strokes were light, the sting usurped by the wonderful feeling of being spanked by tiny little hands. Pain and heat converged, enveloping me and warming my flesh as I relaxed into the sounds.
I was starting to float as I felt his hands exploring my flesh, slipping inside me and groaning deeply as his fingers found my G-spot, lubricating his hand with my desire. “Hmmm, you’re such a good little sub,” he said, kissing me as he stroked that delicate patch of skin that had me reeling and moaning and desperate for more.
I groaned as he moved away again, saturated in pleasure and waiting for the flogger, gasping as a sharp hot sting exploded against my backside. They were coming thick and fast, peppered over the expanse of my flesh and I couldn’t be certain, but it felt like the tip of a riding crop. It was sharp and fleeting, warmth bursting through my cells, quick and intense.
He took me to the edge repeatedly, just as the pain got to be almost too much, he stopped, stroking my pussy, my nipples, my neck and my inner thighs, kissing the backs of my knees and pinching my nipples until I was on the brink of ecstasy, lost and floating in pleasure. Then the pain came again.
It was never too much, but almost. Just as I moaned for my release or flinched at the overloading of my pain centre, it would stop. A sharp slap merging into a soft caress that lit me up from the inside. It was five, maybe ten minutes of each, but hard to tell as I floated away, lost in Lucas, his body, his rhythm and the sounds that were filling the air, mine, his and the steady beat of the slow track.
The more desire and pleasure saturated my cells, the harder the snap of the little whip. Pain merged with pleasure. The more they came, the less they seemed to hurt, my mind growing foggier as the unique sensations bombarded my brain with a dozen different messages.
I wasn’t certain how long it lasted, feeling Lucas suddenly behind me again, those expert hands tenderly massaging my flesh and the pleasure floating through me was indescribable. I felt like I was flying; my body singing to Lucas’s delicious tune as his fingers found their way inside me and I was drowning in sensation. Before I knew it, I was unravelling, bucking against the restraints as my body erupted in pure unbridled bliss.
All of a sudden the heat radiating from my back was covered, every cell enveloped as Lucas stood behind me, pressing against my hot flesh and nuzzling the side of my neck as the sweat from his chest cooled me down. He brushed his fingers tantalisingly over the damp inside of my thighs and I groaned out loud, drunk on the closeness of his skin and his scent, high on the feelings washing over me. He stroked my clit gently before forcing his wet fingers into my mouth.
“Suck, Jess, taste how much you like this,” he growled against my ear as I opened wide, moaning loudly as his other hand circled my clit relentlessly, sucking hard on his fingers. In seconds I was consumed again by the most intense orgasm of my life as Lucas rubbed his hand across my buzzing nerves. “You need this, baby,” he whispered and he was right, I did. In that moment there was nothing I needed more and with one stroke of his long firm finger, I came apart forcefull
y, collapsing as the restraints took my weight, my body shuddering uncontrollably under the sheer force of what I’d just been exposed to.
I knew now exactly what he meant by showing me just how pleasurable the right amount of pain could be. My body was on fire with heat, sore yet sated; my mind closed to everything but the sensations he delivered. He was an expert, a master of this art and the strength of my desire to please him skyrocketed in that moment. I saw nothing but those incredible eyes as he uncuffed me from the cross and carried me gently to the huge red bed.
He laid me down on my front, and I wondered for a second whether he’d take me like that. I was woozy and exhausted and had no energy for anything but lying still as I felt the coolness burst across my back. I wasn’t certain what he was doing, or what he was rubbing across my skin, but the heat was subsiding, Lucas’s soft, firm hands sending me into a heavenly space, sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress.
“I need to get back for Dex,” I said, feeling like I was floating, blissfully high on endorphins and it was taking me all my time just to speak, my words almost incoherent as Lucas looked down at me.
“Already?” he asked as I nodded, ensnared by a strange euphoria I had never felt before as he frowned slightly, moving to pull his cell phone from his jacket pocket and I heard the word “Chocolate” before I zoned out completely, never wanting this feeling to end.
“What time?” he asked as I whispered “Six,” feeling it must be that now as he smiled gently, retrieving a blanket and pulling me against his hot, hard chest as we lay together.
“We have some time,” he smiled moving to answer the knock on the door, returning and feeding me a chunk of chocolate as he smiled, kissing my mouth as I let the smooth sweetness slide across my tongue.
“Why are you giving me chocolate?” I asked, still revelling in this floating feeling as he lay beside me, pulling me close.
“It will release endorphins. You’re in subspace, sweetheart, and you need to rest. We’ll pick up Dexter together and go and watch a movie at my place, it’s still early,” he smiled as I nodded. I was in no fit state to argue. Besides, watching a movie with my two favourite boys sounded heavenly.