“Do you miss the old days, Sir?” Julia asked. It seemed suddenly silly to think that he would settle for just her, after all the years of having another woman every…she wasn’t sure how often, but she had the impression it was frequent.
“Less and less. Things always change. I think it’s changing for the better. Roger might disagree, but I think he has some idea or another up his sleeve for the future of this place. He doesn’t like to share until he has all his ducks in a row.” He tilted his head to fix his gaze on her, staring at her contemplatively. The silence extended, but she didn’t mind. He seemed to enjoy looking at her and she liked the attention.
“We should do the dishes,” he said at last. “You’ll wash.”
“Yes Sir. You’ll dry?”
“Maybe,” he said. “Depends on whether I can keep my hands off you.”
That would be distracting, but she thought it would be worth it. “Um, fine by me either way.”
He patted her on the bottom, hard enough to sting. “Then let’s get going.”
She got the hint and got up. He gathered the plates and put them in a stack with the silverware on top, and took the tray the condiments were arranged on in his other hand. She got three of the glasses and decided it was best to make two trips to avoid dropping anything. He let her walk ahead of him. She was conscious of his gaze. Being naked in front of him seemed more and more natural, whether he was wearing clothes or not. But it was still a constant reminder that he could take her in any way he wanted, any time he wanted, and she would let him. She wiggled her hips as she walked to encourage him.
“Dishes, love,” he said. “We’re on a mission, and at least one of us has to focus.”
“Yes Sir. Which one of us is that going to be?” If he didn’t stay on task, she doubted very much she’d be able to concentrate.
They placed their loads on the counter. “Good question. Probably best if it’s both of us.”
“I would have thought you’d be worn out by now.” She didn’t remember how many times he’d come, but she thought it was probably three. Which was fewer than she had.
“You’ve come closer than any other woman ever has to wearing me out,” he said as he started putting the condiments in the refrigerator. “But…”
“But what?” She tossed the words over her shoulder as she went back to get the rest of the glasses. She didn’t get an answer until she returned and was putting the glasses on the counter with the others.
“But you also seem to inspire me more.” He moved behind her and cupped her breasts. His pelvis bumped against her ass deliberately, and she felt what he was talking about. He was hard again. Maybe I should worry about getting worn out. She pushed back at him anyway. She was proud she had that effect on him. Her breasts felt heavy in his hands and his touch made her feel soft and feminine. So much nicer than a bra.
“Why are we going to join the party they’re having, Sir? Instead of, say, enjoying ourselves in the bedroom?” Was it that he wanted to show her off?
“Well, we’d pretty much have to lock ourselves up to avoid the party,” Tom said. “But besides that, I want you to see what they do. Lists are nice, but watching other people is a good way to get an idea for what you might be interested in.”
“I’m interested in you,” she said, turning in his arms. She slipped a hand down and felt his cock through his pants, then looked up at him mischievously.
He sighed, almost a moan. “That’s lovely,” he said. “But I was groping you and I intend to continue. Feel free to do the dishes, but turn around.”
She pursed her lips to avoid pouting. “Yes Sir,” she said and turned back. “As if I’ll be able to concentrate.”
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say please.” He sounded amused.
“You know I’m not going to.”
“Yes, I do.”
She turned on the water and waited for it to run hot. Then she squirted in the soap. His hands left her breasts and dipped into the warm stream before returning to splash her chest. The water startled her with its heat, but it wasn’t hot enough to burn. She couldn’t pull back. It cooled quickly, making her nipples tighten. He plucked them, obviously pleased with the result. Her pussy warmed, feeling as wet and hot as the dishwater.
“Dishes,” he said. “You’re very right.” He backed away.
This time she couldn’t resist a pout. Please, Sir. She knew he was right, the dishes needed to be done. She suspected he’d intended to tease her all along. An unfamiliar urge gripped her, not only to say please but to kneel in front of him, even though she knew she’d probably be refused. It seemed utterly contrary to who she’d always thought she was. The powerful feeling froze her for a moment.
She was sure he’d caught her expression and her hesitation, but he smiled and got a towel out of the drawer. The way he stretched it between his hands made her wonder if he was going to use it to flog her. Living with him, would everything constantly be charged with sex? But he hadn’t offered her a life, just his sole attention for the rest of the week.
She gulped and decided it was best to focus on the dishes after all. She stared straight ahead, slightly tense because she didn’t know what he was going to do with that towel. She suspected he’d intended her to wonder, the way he’d held it. But instead of the whip of the towel, he patted her bare bottom lovingly with his hand.
“Playtime later,” he promised.
Even that made it hard to concentrate.
Chapter Eight
Julia opened her eyes the next morning—if it was even still morning—to the smell of sausage and eggs. Tom had a plateful on a tray with a glass of orange juice. He’d somehow slipped out of bed and out of the room without her noticing, and he’d gotten dressed. Well, half dressed. He had thick leather boots on, and his leather pants fit him like a second skin, accentuating every muscle of his thighs. His chest was bare, the soft hairs on it making her want to run her hands all over. Well, that, and trace the lines of his well-defined abs and pecs.
“Yummy,” she said.
“Glad you like sausage and eggs,” he said. “I thought you might.”
“I wasn’t talking about the food,” she replied.
He chuckled. “Well, eye candy isn’t only for Doms, you know.”
She smiled. That was an idea she definitely wanted to encourage, so as she sat up, she resisted the urge to pull the dark-blue blanket up to cover her breasts. He had decided they were going to sleep in his room. While the room she was staying in was clearly a guest room, this one looked lived-in. The desk had some papers on it, sandwiched between a computer and the wall. The books on the bookshelf were a mixture of pristine and worn. The sheets were plain-looking but they felt soft and smooth. The brass on the handles of the dresser was dark, except where the grip of his hands had rubbed the patina off to keep it shiny.
Oddly, the bed wasn’t tricked out the way the one in the guest bedroom was—there weren’t any attachment points or even posts. It was smaller than the one in the guest bedroom, a queen rather than a king. This room was someone’s home—his—and he’d invited her in. She was willing to bet that he simply never had women in his own room, because she knew he liked tying women to a bed—he’d done it to her once, in her apartment. She smiled, pleased with that little bit of detective work.
He placed the tray on her lap.
She looked down at the food and her tummy growled eagerly. “You’ll make me fat,” she said. “Do you guys eat bacon and eggs and sausage all the time? I mean, it’s all very tasty and all, but…” Obviously the guys had no problems staying in shape. Carter and Roger were built too, and Kyle was slender and athletic.
“Exercise. And dirty living,” Tom replied archly.
“No, seriously.”
“I am serious. And you’re on vacation. Eat. A few more pounds would look good on you anyway, but I don’t think you’ve gained any while you’ve been here. Sex is a good way to burn off the calories.” He grinned. “Fun too.”
“A few more pounds would not look good on me. Now you’re just flattering me.”
He sat down on the bed and took hold of her chin. He turned her face so she was looking him dead on. “Julia. There are a lot of things about BDSM you might hear. We’re all swingers or we’re all sickos or whatever. I’m not going to just play with you. If you let me, I’m going to show you a whole way of life, built on being safe and sane, but also on trust. If I ask you if you like the idea of something, I want you to tell me yes or no. Or if you don’t know, then and only then that you don’t know. Not maybe, if you mean no or yes. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does.”
“I call it owning your words. They are you. And I own my words too. It’s important for a Dom to be honest with his submissive. When I say something to you, it is not going to be flattery. I like your curves. I like your muscles. And I like your, um, padding.”
“Nobody likes ‘padding’.” Julia made a face.
“Wanna bet? I’ve played with women who looked like Vogue models—”
“Braggart.”
“Let me finish. Bones are delicate things, and breaking them in a scene is very bad. If someone has them right next to the skin, you have to be very careful. Now I’m happy being careful, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the person I’m playing with is safe, but do I enjoy holding back because of that? No I do not. I’d rather have someone a little soft. And someone with enough strength to struggle and give me a good challenge. I didn’t realize what a turn-on that was until I met you. Physical strength.” He squeezed her arm. “And mental strength too.” He tapped her forehead, then let go of her chin.
“Flat—” She stopped herself. “Um, thank you.” Then she added, “Sir,” because she wanted to. It felt right. It wasn’t so much a sexy thing, although it was kinda hot to call him that now that she was used to it. But he’d earned her respect. Did he realize how rare his integrity was? Oh, she trusted most of her colleagues to do the right thing in their job, or a doctor to obey the Hippocratic Oath. But after hours, seducing a woman, most guys she’d met seemed to live by the motto “All’s fair in love and war”. The same guy she’d trust with her back in police work would brag in the break room about the line he fed some girl in a bar.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now eat up. After that, you’ll take a shower. I’m tempted to take one with you.”
That sounded nice. “Why don’t you, Sir?” She put a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth while he answered.
“Because I don’t intend to leave you alone much for the rest of your time here, and you need time to yourself each day, unless you’re very unusual that way. I’ll take a shower with you at some point, but today I’ll let you take it alone. Oh, and Julia, I liked that you shaved your pussy the other day. Keep it smooth for me, will you?”
She blushed. “Um. Yes Sir. For how long?”
“Good girl.”
He hadn’t answered her question, but why did it feel so good to hear him say that? She mused on it while she ate a sausage, and then said, “You know, I’d slug most men for telling that to me.”
“Most men would probably stay down if you slugged them. Do you know what resistance play is?”
She shook her head. “Something to do with electricity?”
“No. It’s a type of scene where the bottom is allowed and encouraged to fight back. If other people might be watching it’s important to let them know what’s going on, otherwise they’ll think it’s nonconsensual. But some subs find it very nice to know they can struggle.” He smiled softly. “And some find it very nice to know they can be subdued. Your kidnapping was an example. Did you like that?”
“Um, yes. Except I kept wishing it was only you, and not Roger too.”
“Because you wanted more time with me, or because you wanted better odds?”
She laughed. “A little of both,” she admitted.
“Well, the one is nice to hear and the other shows you’re smart. Anyway, I think you enjoy resistance play, so we’ll do more in time. I have a lot of things I want to try with you.”
That sounded good to her. She trusted him. And struggling and being subdued did seem fun. She wondered how much they could cram in, in a few days. Then again, maybe it all got old after a while, and a few days would be all she wanted. She’d arrested a millionaire drug dealer once, and he’d had a vegemite sandwich in his hand when they’d busted into his house. He’d said that after a while he got tired of steak.
She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of Tom or his kinky games. Or saying Sir, or even please. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get tired of her. I’ll make the most of what we have now. Quietly, she finished her breakfast.
“I’ll be waiting here for you when you’re done,” Tom said.
“Do I get to wear clothes today?”
He laughed. “Now why would I let you do that?”
Sighing, she tossed the covers off. She didn’t want to risk his reaction if she pointed out again that she wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of a cover girl. She wouldn’t mind if he spanked her for it, but she didn’t want to disappoint him.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as she walked to the bathroom. A look over her shoulder confirmed it. He was staring, all right. Maybe he really did like what he saw.
When she emerged half an hour later, he was sitting on the bed reading a book. He set it down when he saw her and his eyes lit up. Next to him on the bed was a leather collar.
She stopped in her tracks, not sure what it meant. Was it sexy adornment, a piece of fetish apparel? Or a commitment? Either way, she had no doubt it was meant for her and would be all she got to wear today.
“Sir?”
He picked up the collar and held it up to her.
“Are we ready for that?” she asked. “What does it mean?”
He smiled. “We’re having a play party. I want to make it clear that you’re mine and that everyone else needs to keep their hands off.” Turning it over, he showed her where it buckled in the back. “It’s a buckle, not a lock. It comes off when you want it to, or when I want it to. Today, it’s probably not necessary. I’ve had a chat with Roger and I don’t think Kyle or Carter are interested in playing with other women anymore. I suppose I should talk to Kyle about where he stands on that these days. But usually, if a woman wants to be mine exclusively for an evening at a party or a club, I have her wear a collar. It tells the other Doms ‘hands off, this one is taken’.”
She smiled. “I like that message.”
“I know. I want to send it loud and clear.”
She took the collar from his hands and started to put it around her neck when she realized that it would feel much better if Tom did it for her. To her. Seated as he was, the only way he could do that was if she stopped standing. She took a step toward the bed, intending to sit there, when she thought better of it. She took a pillow from the bed, put it at his feet, and then knelt on it. She handed the collar back to him. “Would you put it on me? Please, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said. “You continue to amaze me.” He wrapped the collar around her neck. He buckled it a notch more loosely than Julia thought necessary.
“It could go tighter, Sir,” she said and then wondered if she should have said anything at all. He was in control. She should keep her mouth shut and let him do it however he wanted, even if he wasn’t doing it exactly right.
“It could, and thank you for letting me know,” Tom said with a smile. “That’s good service. A submissive should always let her Dom know when something is wrong. This time, however, there’s a purpose. Let me show you.”
He crooked his index finger and then slid it between the collar and her neck. He pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely but briefly. “See, Julia?”
She wasn’t sure when he’d taken her breath away, but she thought it was before the kiss. The feel of him tugging on her neck was so wrong and yet so very right, as if she’d been waiting all her life
for the right man to do it. “Yes Sir.”
He got to his feet and bent over her, then slipped another finger between the collar and her throat. Now the collar felt very tight. “Up,” he said. “We’re expected downstairs. Time to have some fun.” He tugged upward. She pushed down on the floor with her hands and got to her feet. Even standing on the pillow, she was still looking up at him at a significant angle. He met her gaze. “Beautiful.” She soaked in the approval in his words and in his eyes, and sighed when he withdrew his fingers and the collar loosened again.
Then he took a blindfold out of his pocket and wrapped it around her head.
He put his arm around her waist and led her from the room. She had a moment of hesitation. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to the idea of walking out naked. Still, his arm was firm and kept her moving forward. She put a hand around him, settling it around his leather-covered ass. On a whim, she cupped his far buttock. He didn’t seem to mind. They walked down the stairs slowly, his arm steadying her. If she stumbled, he would catch her. Soon she felt the fresh air of the outdoors and the coolness of the outside tile beneath her feet.
“Open your eyes slowly, so they can become adjusted,” Tom said to her. She nodded. He took off the blindfold and she looked around.
The same cross Roger had bound her to earlier was on the near side of the pool, unused. It held her glance for only a moment. On the far side of the pool, Natalie lay naked faceup on a large red padded table, feet farthest from Julia. Her dark hair made rivulets of reddish-brown streaming over the edge. Carter, dressed in leather jeans and a white shirt, was moving around the table doing things to her, but Julia couldn’t make out what.
She was curious, but to get there would mean moving around the pool, past where Roger was. With Roger was one of the most gorgeous women Julia had ever seen in person. Slender, with wide hips and perfect tits. The red bra that cupped her breasts had lace so sparse it hid nothing, and couldn’t have provided much support either. Apparently her boobs didn’t need any to stand right up. She wore a matching G-string and nothing else. Nothing but the thin greenish-gray rope Roger was wrapping around her. She was perfect. She looked over at Julia and Tom, her gaze glancing over Julia quickly, perhaps dismissively, and lingering on Tom longer.
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