Coll noticed where she looked. “Ah, the shackle points and grip bars. This used to be Jess and David’s place. They decorated it. Perfectly I reckon.”
Finn grinned and blushed. “So do I, Sir.”
“Good, kitten, then soon we’ll try them out for us. However not this time.” He turned on the shower and tugged his T-shirt over his head. Even though she was used to seeing him without it, this time as every other, the sheer male magnetism of him took Finn’s breath away. She stared dry-mouthed, and wondered for the umpteenth occasion just how they’d got to this point. That someone so overwhelmingly dominant had picked her to be his. They both knew it was more than a BDSM lifestyle choice and by choosing to move forward, they were setting the ground rules for a longer relationship. How it would pan out, she had no idea. Even Coll had agreed they needed to take everything one day at a time. After all she still didn’t know whether his needs would mesh with hers.
Maybe tonight. She swallowed again.
He noticed and beckoned her closer.
“Unsnap my jeans, kitten.”
Finn took the two steps to bring her to him.
“Shut your eyes, kitten.”
“Eh? But how….” He put his finger over her lips.
“By touch. Shut your eyes.” His voice took on the Dom cadence that she responded to automatically. Each evening he’d spoken to her in that voice. She never knew when or what he would say, but she responded and did as he said. Every time. Just like Pavlov’s dog, she’d told him the previous day and only half in jest.
“Never,” Coll had assured her. “You respond because it is your deepest desire to do so. Not by rote but by desire. There is a difference.”
She accepted that, just as she accepted she wanted to close her eyes.
“My good kitten. What’s your color?”
“Green, Sir.”
Why would it be anything else when at last they’d taken this next step?
“Then, assume the position and maybe I’ll give you a helping hand.”
She obeyed with alacrity, felt him take hold of her fingers, then she touched the snap of his jeans. Thank goodness he had helped. She would have put her hands much lower and…
Embarrassed much? Heat flooded through her at the thought of how she would have felt if she’d fumbled with his cock not the snap. Not yet, not until…unless he says so. Not yet. Then, oh yes, but now… Finn wrenched her thoughts back to the task in hand. Strange how with your eyes closed, the simple act seemed so much more complicated. Eventually she felt the metal disc part company from its fastenings and she sat back on her knees.
It was true just how heightened her senses were. She could hear her own breath, almost echoed by Coll. Somewhere a clock chimed the half hour, and the freezer clicked on with a whirr. Noises that wouldn’t usually have registered.
There was a rustle and Coll’s voice came from near her left ear. “Perfect, kitten. Now take off your top.”
That was easier, and with her eyes closed, she couldn’t tell whether a sweaty vest and no doubt a grubby bra would disgust him. Oh, he’d seen her in very little before but not in her ‘after a day’s work’ underwear, even if it was more seductive than sensible. Some things weren’t negotiable to her sensible self. Lacy knickers and thongs were one of them.
“Shower time.”
“I’m still in my trousers,” Finn said and he chuckled.
State the obvious, why don’t you?
“Not for long. Okay, you can open your eyes now.” She did as Coll bade, just in time to see him hook his hands in the waistband of her drawstring trousers and pull them down over her hips.
“Everything else so sensible and red lacy undies,” he said with a laugh. “I love it.” To her amazement he pressed a hot kiss to the lace that covered her mound. “Now unless you want me to rip them, and that would be a pity, I suggest you take them off and get under the spray.” He took a step back and held his hands out. “I’m shaking.”
He was shaking? She was a nervous wreck. Finn wished she knew how to be sultry or seductive. In all the books she’d read, the heroine would turn this simple act into something sexy. Ah well. She did as she always did and stepped out of her knickers with an insouciance she didn’t feel.
“Now you please, Sir.” Was that husky voice really her? Nerves made her speak deeper. It was better than high and squeaky, at least, and she hoped it didn’t sound stupid and false. Finn wondered why she felt like a teenage virgin. She was neither. It was, she accepted, because this was the start of something so special and important she hardly dare think about all the ramifications involved. So, no virgin, but definitely virgin territory.
“My pleasure.” Coll slid the zip of his jeans down, with, she noticed, his hand between the teeth and his cock.
Sensible.
He paused, grinned and in a parody of one of her unconscious tics, ran his tongue over his lips. Then he slowly pulled the soft denim downwards. His cock sprung free of its confines and stood out proudly from its nest of dark, wiry curls. Already it was hard and thick with pre-cum slicked over its length. Would it be rude to salivate? It was the first time she’d seen him naked and Finn trembled with anticipation.
“Don’t look at me like that, kitten, or we won’t make it past the shower, let alone have the energy to do anything else afterwards.” Coll took her hand and tugged her after him into the shower to stand under the warm spray. “I’m on a knife edge here.”
The water slid over their bodies to caress them like a silken sheet before it pooled at their feet and drained away. Finn stared at Coll, his dark curls flattened to his skull and his eyelashes dotted with droplets like tiny diamonds. She mentally shook her head at her fanciful thoughts and swayed.
“What?” Coll picked up the soap and with a wicked grin, ran it over her shoulders and into the hollow between Finn’s breasts. The gentle rasp of the soap as it slid over her skin, the look in his eyes, the water, the sheer sense of anticipation was almost too much to bear.
Almost, but not quite.
“Turn around, kitten. You see those grab rails. Hold on to them and don’t let go. Remember you can safeword at any time.”
Chapter Nine
Would she?
Coll was aware it was a gamble. He’d said nothing about starting a scene in the shower. In fact until Finn had asked for some playtime and he’d seen the intent in her expression, he’d thought a shower and maybe a cuddle would be as much as either of them would manage. No longer. Now he was enervated, aroused and ready for anything he thought his kitten could take. Not too much for this first time, but anticipation was sweet and made his cock harder and his heart beat faster.
Deliberately he lifted the soap from her body and folded his arms. It was up to Finn, he wasn’t going to make it any easier—or harder—for her.
He had no need to. She dipped her head. His body tightened to the point of pain and more pre-cum collected at the tip of his cock.
“Yes, Sir. And I’m green.”
Such sweet words. Coll watched as she turned around and presented her back to him. Her skin rippled as she lifted her arms to take hold of the head-height grab rails and wrap her fingers around the silver colored metal.
“You said you wanted to play, kitten.” He didn’t say it as a question. Even so she nodded and water shot off her head.
“Please, Sir.”
“Then, my kitten, I’m going to spank that luscious bottom of yours until it’s rosy red. Then as much as I’d like to take you here from behind, I’m going to make us both wait.” After all, they’d both practiced not coming since they decided to explore a dynamic they’d both enjoy, so what was another half an hour?
Torture.
“Five on each cheek, kitten.”
“Oh yes, Sir.” Excitement and apprehension vied in her voice to be uppermost. Which, Coll thought, was as it should be. It wasn’t punishment, he hoped it would be pleasure, but for someone new to it all, it could go either way.
He flexed
his fingers. “Count, please.”
She tensed her bottom muscles and he stroked his hand over each globe. Her skin rippled under his touch and his body tightened. She was so receptive it hurt to hold back. But he vowed this was going to be perfect, and therefore he had to slow down. “Relax, kitten, or this will hurt for the wrong reasons and not in a nice way. This is to give you pleasure.”
She shuddered and dropped her shoulders. “Yes, Sir. It’s not easy.” Her arousal scented the room.
“Nothing worth having ever is.” He lifted his hand and brought it down, palm first on her rear.
His first spank was little more than a sharp tap. The word ‘one’ rang out clearly.
Coll grinned to himself. His kitten had relaxed. Time to increase the heat a little. The next slap was harder, the following two more definite still, but nowhere near what he could do. Her rear was slightly red, he needed more, and judging by the way Finn’s breath had sped up, she could take it. Her voice was clear until he’d administered six ever more powerful spanks. On the ninth overall, she slurred and the tenth she gasped, and bit back a sob.
“Shh.” He rubbed the rosy red cheeks in caressing circles. “So, oh so beautiful, kitten. You did so well, taking it as you did. Ssshhh…it’s over, let’s get you dry…” Coll turned off the water and lifted Finn into his arms. As his arm brushed her no doubt tender rear—he hadn’t held the pressure back—she began to cry in earnest.
“Ah, love, it’s all right. We don’t have to do it again, ssh, it’s over…” He began to panic as Finn’s sobs increased in volume. What had he done to her? He snagged a towel and walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
“Finn,” he said in a firm voice. “Hush now. I promise that’s it. No more, never again.”
Finn twisted in his arms to look up at him.
“You id…iot…Sir.” She sniffed and hiccupped. The rims of her eyes were as red as her arse. “I want more. I was floating and you stopped.” Her voice was reproachful. “I didn’t cry red.”
Coll swallowed back a grin. “Topping from the bottom, kitten?”
“Topp…?” she said in a puzzled voice. “Oh, am I? Well, if I am, you deserve it. I was happy and ready to carry on.”
“And I told you ten and ten it was. For that, my sweet, no more spanking for a month.”
“You what?” Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
“You heard.” He let her fall onto his bed with enough force that he knew her rear would smart at the unexpected contact with the nubby-weave cover over the sheets. “Are you going to behave now, or carry on being a brat?”
She giggled. “I’ll always be a brat, Sir, but I will behave. I’m sorry. But I was just sinking into it and you stopped.”
“Exactly. I.” He emphasized the word. “I stopped. Me, your Sir. I know I explained you’re in charge, but that’s to stop a scene not demand it goes on. Do you understand?”
She nodded. He wasn’t so sure.
“Vocalize, kitten.”
“I understand.”
How he hated that subdued voice. But it had to be done. If he let Finn get away with behaving in such a way now, he’d never have the upper hand in their relationship, let alone assume the dominance needed in a scene. “Good, I’ll remember and sort out suitable punishment later. No.” She shut her mouth quickly. “Good girl, that’s better. As I was about to say, I will not tell you what or when that punishment will occur.” He put a couple of pillows under her head. “Comfy?”
She nodded. “Perfect.”
“Now go to sleep. I’ll be back in a moment. Are you happy to sleep here with me?”
What a silly question.
“Well, du…” Finn realized her mistake and scrambled to rectify it. “Definitely, Sir.”
He laughed, thank goodness. “Well retrieved, kitten.”
She grinned. “Thank you, Sir.”
He nodded. “Stay there, I won’t be long.” He turned and left the room. It gave her a mouth-watering view of his arse. Tight, taught buttocks and not a tan line to be seen.
Once he disappeared, Finn looked around with interest. Her bum smarted when she moved on the covers, but she decided not to get off it or under it just in case. After their last misunderstanding, she decided she needed to listen, pay attention and not do her own thing. If she wanted to try his lifestyle. Finn thought about it for less than a second. She did. Her disappointment at how let down she felt when those hard, hurting in a good way spanks stopped had surprised her. She thought she might like it, in a comparable manner as when you liked banging your head against a brick wall for how great it was when you stopped. She’d never expected to want more. More powerful, more meaningful and…just more of the same. She closed her eyes. As much as she wanted to stay awake, a few seconds wouldn’t hurt surely?
Finn had no idea how long she’d been asleep. The warm bolster at her back had a heavy attachment that was thrown over her waist.
And it snored.
Eh? The event of the previous night rushed back, as did the heat in her bum and a pain in her thigh. She wriggled to get a fold in the sheet away from where it had dug into her leg. The snoring stopped and the hand at her waist tightened on her.
“Woman, stop wriggling or my promises of no sex yet will go out of the window,” a sleepy voice said. Coll’s voice.
She wriggled again and he laughed.
“Minx.” He trailed his fingers lower until they reached her clit then slowly dipped one then two into her channel. “You’re wet and ready, kitten. Does that mean what I think it means?” His voice had lost its sleepy tones and was soft, sultry and sex filled.
“If you think it means I’m ready and aching for you, then yes, Sir.”
Coll lifted his hand from her body and the mattress moved as he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp. The darkness became a soft, golden light, not much more than enough to lift the shadows and let Finn see him.
My lover.
Finn moved onto her back and gazed up at him as he straddled her ankles and stared down at her. His blue eyes were dark with what looked like amber lights shot through them, and the glow of the lamplight seemed to make those lights dance and twinkle.
“Well, as the subbie is always in charge, I reckon I’d better do something about that ache, eh?” Coll donned a condom and very slowly lifted her ankles to rest one on each of his shoulders. He flicked her clit and dipped a finger between her wet pussy lips. “Kitten, you were right, you are so ready. Abstinence works, eh?”
She rolled her eyes and gasped as the tip of his cock nudged the opening of her cunt. “Yes, but I’d rather not, Sir.”
“At this moment I agree with you.”
Coll surged into her, with no finesse. None was wanted. Finn lifted her arse to encourage him to move even deeper onto him. With a sultry grin and a wicked laugh, he complied and set up a fast and furious rhythm, which Finn met and matched with joy. Finn shook with pleasure, with the release of tension and with the knowledge that the agonized look on his face as he tried to hold back his climax was all down to her.
“I need, I must…” She thrashed her head from side to side, so close to the edge it was torture.
“You must,” Coll shot the words out in a burst. “Come now. Now, you must. Kitten, come for us.”
She needed nothing else. Finn screamed her release at the same time as Coll pushed into her one last time and groaned before he shouted out as he joined her and they tumbled into the abyss together.
“Sorry got to…” Coll slumped onto Finn. His heavy weight holding her down and his cock still buried inside her was heaven.
Could anything be more perfect?
Half an hour later, Finn thought that maybe, yes, something could. Once he’d softened and slid out of her, Coll disappeared into the bathroom, reappeared with a flannel and water and washed and dried her tenderly. Then he kissed her nose.
“Two minutes, wait here.”
She’d no intention of going anywhere as he left the
room, and once more gave her a fine view of his tanned arse.
Finn reappeared carrying a large brown box. Finn looked at him, at it and back at him again, but said nothing.
He chuckled. “Hard not to ask what’s in here, isn’t it, kitten?”
She nodded. “Oh yes, Sir.”
“Then I’d best show you, eh?” He put the box down onto a side table and lifted the lid off it.
Finn bit back a gasp as he took out a set of handcuffs and put them down next to her left hand. A ball gag followed, a skein of thick, twisted rope in a glorious purple color, then something that looked like a crochet hook but with a sharp point. That she knew was one of his scribing tools, and the sight of it made her mound and thighs wet.
Of course Coll noticed. “Oh, you like that, kitten, don’t you? That’s one good reason not to have pubic hair, so I can see the evidence of your arousal. Your pussy lips are red and puffy and your juices are slowly covering you. Shall I give you a taste?”
“Of my juices or the scriber, Sir?” Her words came in short, staccato bursts.
“Both of course.” He ran his fingers over her slit and looked at the glistening liquid that coated them. It was so erotic her pussy muscles spasmed and sent a fresh flood of juice over her clit and legs. When he put his hand to his mouth and very deliberately licked her essence from each digit, she moaned and another gush of liquid joined the previous one.
“When Master Alex gave me this set on the occasion, as he put it, of my graduation, I promised myself I wouldn’t use it on just anyone. It had to be on my sub. Mine.” Coll emphasized the word. “I think, and I hope you agree, that is you.”
There was a faint tremor in his voice. Finn understood it mattered to him that she felt as strongly as he did.
“Yes, Sir. I’m honored to be yours, and I look forward to feeling your sting.”
“Good girl, but first I think I’ll fasten you. We don’t want you to jerk and hurt yourself. Ready?”
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