PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  “Get your collar,” he said. “And meet me in the playroom. I’ll give you a happier mark.”

  Perfect. Wanting it didn’t change the instinctive gulp she took at the thought of the pain that would be needed to mark her. They didn’t often play with much pain, truthfully. That too was his decision. As with all the decisions he made for them both, it was informed by a lot of late-night pillow conversation. He was a remarkably good listener, and because she always felt heard she could embrace submitting to him.

  The room they’d designated for play was on the ground floor and had a window facing the fenced-in backyard. Tom had built most of the furniture in it. The pine St. Andrew’s Cross was varnished but not painted. There was a padded table they used for waxing, which had a tablecloth with multi-colored blotches on it arranged so randomly they didn’t have to worry if it stained. Nearest the door there was a spanking bench with purple padded leather cushions, which had been used for fucking as often as for spanking. It put her at the perfect height to be taken from behind.

  Memories of the times they’d played always hit her the moment she entered the room, heightening the anticipation. At first she hadn’t been sure a separate room was needed. They had, after all, a bed, and that was good for a variety of activities. The other stuff was nice but could be set up as needed. But she found that having a place set aside for sex that wasn’t also used for anything else helped put her in the mood. Not that she needed a lot of help with Tom around.

  Tom stood in the doorway. There was a cabinet near the door. In the top drawer of it was her collar. It was made of a broad strip of purple leather with a thin red strip on top of that. She supposed it clashed, but she didn’t care. She didn’t like everything being basic black, and Tom agreed with her. They didn’t have to please anyone else.

  She put it around her neck, O-ring in front, buckle in back, and held it there. She turned to face him. They had a ritual. She expressed her willingness—ha! eagerness—by putting on the collar, and he did the buckling. He advanced, his hands caressing her cheeks, then moved behind her neck. He buckled the collar, leaving it snug but not pressing on her windpipe.

  “Where do you want me, Sir?”

  “The spanking bench.”

  “Yes Sir.” She moved to straddle it, then stretched out along its length. The top had an upside-down V shape. Thanks to the padding, it didn’t cut into her, but she was definitely aware of how it fit in her crotch. She stretched her arms out and down. He attached cuffs around her wrists and her ankles, holding her in place. Sometimes he tied her to it with intricate rope work, but this time it seemed he was in a hurry. She wasn’t the only one who was eager. She liked that.

  She closed her eyes. She trusted him completely, and the anticipation of having no hint as to what he was going to do or when he was going to do it only made her wetter. She was utterly exposed. Her legs were spread, her pussy and ass lifted by the bench and available for his use. Her breasts hung on each side of the upside-down V. If he moved around to the front, he had only to pull her head up by the hair to be at the perfect height for her to suck his cock. It was all entirely, blissfully under his control, and she didn’t have any decisions to make. She only had to be.

  Given his comment about marking, she expected him to start with a flogger and perhaps move up to a crop or a cane. If it weren’t for the marks, she would have hated canes. Their sting was too much. But it was worth it, sometimes, to feel the lines they made afterward, and be reminded each time she sat that she had the most wonderful man in the world to come home to. Not too often, but sometimes.

  But instead of the thud of his favorite deerskin flogger, she felt instead the cool drizzle of lube on her ass, followed by his probing finger. That didn’t have anything to do with marking. It was pure pleasure. She’d gotten used to having that part of her invaded, and in fact it had become one of their favorite games. He loved to fill her in multiple places at once, and she found it satisfied her fantasies about more than one man. Maybe it wouldn’t have if she hadn’t had that one time to experience the alternative.

  He moved his fingers around inside her ass, slipping a second, then a third in as her resistance eased. He glided along the sensitive nerves, adding lube here and there. Spreading her. Then he withdrew his hand and replaced it with something cool. An acrylic dildo, thinner than his cock and molded perfectly to fit in her ass. It slid in deep, filling her. A moment later his hard cock thrust into her pussy. Together they created a feeling of fullness she loved. He started moving in and out, sliding the dildo in counterpoint so one channel filled when the other was nearly empty. She glanced behind her to find that he was naked now.

  She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of what her workmates would say if they saw her now. No one would believe that tough Sergeant Kelly would happily let herself be bound and double-fucked as soon as she got home. But she didn’t need all that toughness with Tom. She could be soft, yielding, completely feminine.

  The incongruity didn’t stay with her long. The sensations were too intense to ignore. His cock tickled her G-spot with each carefully angled thrust. The dildo filled and stretched her ass. Every time he rocked her forward her clit pressed against the leather saddle, which was getting covered with her juices and her sweat. Her breasts felt heavy. He seemed to know they wanted touching, and bent forward to caress one, then the other, switching hands on the dildo to do so. Then he straightened again, leaving her breasts tingling and a tension in her core tight and ready to spring.

  Her clit ground against the bench as he shoved the dildo deeper into her ass. Then he leaned forward. “Come, Kelly. Now!” He bit her shoulder hard, and the mixture of pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge. She screamed out her pleasure, thankful to know that their neighbors were not too close. She jerked her hands against the bonds, and her pussy and ass contracted in pulses around their invaders.

  He grunted and joined her climax, spurting out waves of hot liquid deep inside her. She loved that. He always cared about her pleasure, but there was never any doubt of his own desire either. He wanted her ferociously.

  He slipped the dildo out of her ass and set it down on a towel to be cleaned later. Then he bent over her, sliding his hands down her arms until they reached her hands. He held them for a long moment as the last shudders of her orgasm subsided. The warmth of his body against her grounded and comforted her. Home. Safe. Dominated. She smiled blissfully. Their bodies were slickened with sweat and she’d made a mess of the bench. After a long day of dealing with difficult people, she could come home and be her primal self. Soft. Feminine. Submissive.

  “Mine,” he whispered fiercely into her ear.

  She glanced at her shoulder. Yeah, he’d left a mark, and in a way she hadn’t expected. It hurt, but she didn’t mind. It would keep reminding her of him. “Yours,” she agreed happily.

  He nibbled on her neck. “We do things backward, you know. Sex, then dinner. We could fit a movie in between, I suppose, but I’m starving.”

  She turned her head. “How about dinner first. And then more sex. We can skip the movie.”

  He pretended to consider. “I can go with that.” He let go of her hands and unbuckled her wrists. “I’ll make dinner tonight and you can relax.”

  “Mmm.” He was a good cook, and getting better.

  He removed the cuffs from her ankles and lifted her up. “No clothes tonight for you, however. Nothing but your collar.”

  She twisted around and put her arms around him. “You’re sure about that?”

  “Yes.”

  She smiled. “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She still hadn’t gotten entirely used to wandering around the house naked, no matter how much he made her do it. In a way, that was part of the fun. It still carried a charge to watch him get dressed, knowing she wasn’t allowed to. While he zipped up his pants, she picked up his shirt and handed it to him. She ran her hands over his hard stomach and up to his chest, brushing her fingers across his nipples and watching him shiver eve
r so slightly. She’d learned submissive and passive were not the same thing. She wanted him. She was willing to wait until they’d eaten because she was hungry, but she still wanted more.

  “Please, Sir, may I pleasure you after dinner?”

  “It’s hard to resist when you ask so nicely.”

  That wasn’t quite a yes, so she went on. “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock after dinner?”

  “Yes, Kelly,” he said.

  She nudged her thigh against his crotch. Still hard, or hard again. It didn’t matter which. She knew what he’d be thinking of while he was making dinner. She knew he kept her naked to keep her mind on sex. She didn’t mind one bit—as long as his mind was right there with her.

  “Julia.” The change in names indicated that playtime was over, but that never seemed to dampen the sexual tension. Neither did his sudden seriousness.

  “Yes Sir, um, Tom?”

  “I love you.”

  She grinned and felt her eyes moisten. “I love you too, Sir,” she said.

  About Sindra van Yssel

  Sindra van Yssel is a multi-published author of BDSM romance fiction, who likes to explore trust and commitment and pack her stories with plenty of kinky sex. She draws on her own experience within the BDSM community to keep the scenes both hot and realistic, and has a soft spot for happy endings and characters who learn more about themselves. Her love of books has led her to both her professions: librarian and writer.

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