by Diane Leyne
“Not bad. We’ll have to work on that. Yes, Andie. My cock is hard. And once I finish going down on you and driving you wild, I’m going to expect you to get on your knees and suck me off. You are not trying to deprive me of the privilege of making you come, are you?”
“Look. I told you. You are just offering to…ahhh…me so that I’ll give you a blow job. Look. You don’t have to do me. I’ll be happy to—”
He moved swiftly. One second she was standing in front of him, her bathrobe knotted tightly around her body, and the next they were in the bedroom, him sitting on the end of the bed and her naked and sprawled across his lap, his erect cock digging into her side.
“I told you that I wasn’t going to tolerate this type of attitude from you before and that I was going to correct your behavior each time you put yourself down. So for that little incident at the door, you’ve earned ten, and you had better count them off.”
And then smack. She felt his hand come done hard on her ass. God damn it! That hurt. She struggled, but he held her tight, his big hand smoothing over the spot he’d just smacked. And suddenly, the warmth was spreading, a delicious frisson suffusing her clit.
She was just starting to enjoy the feeling when his hand came down hard again. And then two more quick smacks before he started rubbing his hand over her ass. They’d hurt, but they’d also morphed into pleasure more quickly than the first one. In fact, the heat was building in her loins, and the moisture leaking out of her. She colored as she realized that he could probably see the moisture dripping from her.
The heat rose higher in her face as she felt him part her legs and finger her. Then he dipped a finger inside her.
“Someone is enjoying her first spanking,” he teased. “I may have to find a different way to punish you, as you seem to be enjoying getting your ass spanked far too much. You aren’t even counting, so you still have ten coming to you.”
“One-two-three-four.”
He laughed and spanked her again.
“Five.” She was worried that he would make her start from one again, and was relieved when he decided to let her get away with not starting again at the beginning. Next time she might not be so lucky. She would have to concentrate harder.
Before she knew it, he was at ten and the desire was shooting through her. She’d never felt so hot and sexual before.
He flipped her on her back, positioning her head carefully on the pillow. Then he went reached down beside the headboard and pulled up some leather cuffs and quickly fastened one around each wrist. Then he settled himself between her legs, his upper body propped up on his elbows as he looked down at her.
She tugged, struggling against the restraints. He lay on her, adding more weight, pinning her down, quieting her with his body. “Shhhhh. Relax. Close your eyes and just relax and let me do all the work.”
“But—”
“No buts. Well, maybe yours later.” Andie felt her eyes fly open in alarm. She looked up at Duncan, finding it hard to concentrate when she looked in his eyes through the haze of her own desire.
“Do I have to blindfold you, too? I want you to relax and forget about everything except your own pleasure. I’ve restrained you because I know you. You aren’t going to be able to help yourself once we get started. You are going to want to take care of me. You are going to feel embarrassed that it’s all about you and are going to worry about letting me down, so you will try to take charge and suck my dick and hope I’ll not notice what you consider your inadequacies.”
Her jaw dropped. She hadn’t even realized that was her motivation, but he was right. She had been planning just that.
“But now that you are restrained, you have no choice but to relax and take what I have to give you. You’ll submit to my will and have no choice about it because you are tied to the bed. Now close your eyes.” He ran his hand down her face, closing her eyes. Then he kissed her softly on the lips, teasing a response from her before deepening the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with intent. He ravished her mouth, taking her charge. She found herself following where he led, the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach.
She almost groaned in disappointment when he removed his mouth from hers and started kissing his way down her body. And then he paused at her breasts. She’d never really thought of them as particularly erogenous zones. But when he curled one strong hand about her breast and then leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth, suckling strongly, she felt a bolt of lightning go through her as if her nipple and clit were connected. She moaned, and he suckled harder, her nipple now a hard little berry. Using his teeth, he grasped it softly, pulling and elongating it, before suckling hard again, taking the whole areola into his mouth, before moving to the other breast and repeating the process.
When she thought she’d come just from his attentions to her breasts, he moved again, moving lower until he settled with his face between her legs. She grasped as he gripped her thighs, pulling them apart and pushing them back, so she was fully opened to him.
* * * *
Duncan paused. He could see her juices glistening between her thighs, and he smiled to himself. He stuck out his tongue and licked from her bottom hole to her clit before taking the small organ into his mouth, suckling lightly.
The first small tremors moved through her body. He suckled harder, biting down lightly, then suckling again until he felt her climax sweep through her. But he didn’t stop. He maneuvered his weight onto one arm and reached up and inserted one big finger inside her. Her hot, swollen pussy clamped down on his finger as her cream dripped out. He withdrew, causing her to jerk her hips. He didn’t make her beg, not this first time. Although in the near future, he’d make sure she begged for him. He inserted two fingers, pumping them slowly in and out of her as she started to shake with desire. He added a third finger, stretching her. It couldn’t take much to make her come again. He curled his fingers, pressing against that sweet spot at the front of her pussy. He jumped when he found the right spot.
Then he started pumping hard with his finger while he started sucking on her clit again. She screamed this time, her climax so hard and violent as she clamped down hard on his fingers. He kept pumping inside of her as the tremors start to subside. He didn’t stop, though, and soon, he could feel them building, her pussy starting to flutter again before clamping down as another climax ripped through her.
He slid up her body to undo the cuffs and then hold her in his arms, soothing her as she came back down.
“Three,” he whispered into her ear, not able to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. He held her tight, his cock so hard he figured he’d come the moment she put her lips around it, but it was worth it. He held her closer as he noticed the tears rolling down her face.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m not frigid,” she sobbed, the tears coming hard now.
“I never doubted that for a moment. From the minute I saw you, I wanted you. I knew you’d be amazing.”
Duncan felt Andie try to turn as his hard cock pressed against her lower back. He held her tightly. “Shhhh. Why don’t you rest for a bit?”
“What about you?”
“I’m so hard right now that I’ll lose it the minute you wrap your lips around my dick. So let me hold you for a few minutes to let things subside a bit so I can last longer.”
* * * *
“Oh.” She took some time to process that. No man had ever been that hot for her. She had to work a long time to get her ex off when she went down on him. After a while, he hadn’t wanted her to do it anymore because he said her clumsy ways turned him off. Part of her worried that Duncan would feel the same way when she tried to please him, but then she remembered that her ex had called her frigid. Duncan had just made her come three times. Maybe he was right. It wasn’t her fault.
She dozed happily in his arms for a little while until she felt his cock pushing insistently at her back. Smiling, she turned over in his arms.
“Your turn.”
He smiled at her
, scooping her up and out of the bed. He lowered her gently to her knees in front of an armchair in the corner and then sat, his legs splayed, his impressive manhood proud and erect. She moved between his legs, her eyes wide, her nervousness evident.
He leaned down and took her face between his hands.
“I’m going to guide you each step of the way. You will listen to the sound of my voice and do your best to obey me promptly. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“I need your words. Tell me you understand and use my name. Or you can call me Sir.”
“Would you like that?”
“I would.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“Good. Now come closer. Closer. That’s good.”
She could see the drop of pre-cum on the head, glistening, inviting her to lean down and lick it off. She was surprised when his hands tangled in her hair and he stopped her.
“I told you I’ll tell you what to do. I’m in charge, and I didn’t give you permission to suck me yet. Are you trying to earn another punishment? Because I have to tell you, they aren’t all as pleasant as that spanking. I have a paddle I won’t hesitate to use on you. It’ll make your ass a very pretty shade of pink, and I’ll greatly enjoy it, but you might have trouble sitting the next day.”
She was shocked by the surge of lust his words caused within her. Why was the threat of pain turning her on? Was she a masochist? Certainly the spanking early had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life.
But she wanted to please Duncan very much, so she waited and was rewarded with a smile. He fisted his cock in one hand and used the other to tangle in her hair and pull her face down toward him.
“Lick it, little subbie. Lick it like a lollipop and then take the head inside your mouth.
“Good, good. Now swirl your tongue around it, tasting, caressing.”
Andie glanced up and saw the expression on Duncan’s face. He was enjoying it. She decided to try sucking. She could see his body bow as he groaned his pleasure. She was emboldened and took more of his cock in her mouth, sucking hard as she pulled back. She could feel his cock twitch in her mouth. She hesitated, unsure if this was a good thing when Duncan groaned.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m not going to last, so I’ll take it from here. I want you to relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.” He threaded both hands through her hair to hold her head still while he fucked her mouth.
Andie tried to force herself to follow Duncan’s instructions, but his cock hit the back of her throat and she panicked.
“Sh…relax.” He paused, and she could see the strain he was under, trying to wait until she was ready. “Now swallow on the head each time I thrust.” He started thrusting harder, but it was only a few moments before he held himself still, deep in her mouth. “Now swallow every drop,” he instructed.
Soon, the warm jets of cum were sliding down the back of her throat. It tasted slightly salty and musky and totally of Duncan. When he pulled out, he ordered her, “Lick it clean.” A dark thrill slid down her spine. She felt sexy and slightly slutty and totally desirable as she obeyed his command.
When she was done, she waited for his direction.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a nap.” He picked her up, depositing her on the bed, holding her close to him. Andie could hear Duncan’s deep, even breathing as he fell asleep quickly, damn him. She lay there, wide awake for a long time. She’d just had the most sexually satisfying day of her life and she couldn’t wait to do it again but she was afraid to as well.
There were so many reasons not to repeat the experience. She worked with Duncan. What if they got together and then broke up. How would it impact their working relationship? And he was a friend of her ultimate boss, Mac. If she broke up with or got dumped by his friend, would Mac still want her on staff.
And then there was this whole Dom and sub thing to consider. She couldn’t believe how much of a turn-on it was to have Duncan just take charge. She’d trusted him to look after her and he had and now she was very much worried that she was falling for him and she didn’t know whether it was just fun for him or if he was just taking his role of teacher to the ultimate conclusion and she was setting herself up to get hurt.
On the other hand, there was one compelling reason to stay with Duncan for as long as he wanted her and that was because she liked being with him in and out of bed. Sure she might get hurt, but maybe it was time for her to take a chance with her heart.
Chapter Ten
Andie didn’t want to wake up. She was having the most marvelous sex dream. She could almost feel the weight of her lover pushing her down into to bed, the feel of his hips between her spread thighs, and the pressure of his cockhead against her pussy, and he demanded entrance to her body.
Holy smokes! Her eyes flew open. It was no dream. The room was still dark, and Duncan lying on top of her, his body weight propped up on his elbows as he waited for her to come fully awake before he began pressing into her.
Duncan’s cock slowly pushed deeper into her as her body adjusted to the invasion. She could feel the latex of the condom he was wearing and the slickness of the lube rubbing against her delicate tissues. He must have remembered what she’d said about how long it had been since she’d had sex. She could see the beads of sweat that broke out on his forehead as he pressed so slowly into her body.
Once he was fully inside her, he paused, looking deeply into her eyes, and then he lowered his head, kissing her deeply. She hesitated and then started kissing him back, her arms gripping his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to start moving inside of her.
He pulled almost completely out and seemed to be waiting for something. Andie looked up into his eyes and saw that his eyes were glittering with desire. She found her gaze locked to his as he started moving again, pressing in and out of her, gaining speed, angling his body to increase the friction, so that he was hitting that magic spot inside her.
She was getting close to her release. She could feel the little tremors starting in her pussy. She thought he must be able to feel them too. Duncan reached down between their bodies, rubbing her clit. It didn’t take much to send her flying over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him as he pounded into her before she felt him achieving his own release.
* * * *
Afterward, Andie lay in Duncan’s arms, enjoying the aftermath. The sex act had been pretty much as vanilla as it got, but Andie felt claimed by Duncan, exhilarated and scared in equal parts. Was it as good for him as it was for her? Did he have any feelings at all about her except for sexual? She knew she was falling hard and fast for him. He was kind and funny and caring and the best lover she’d ever had.
But what if he just wanted something temporary? What if he only wanted a sub? What if she couldn’t be a sub? She’d enjoyed it last night when he’d taken charge. Even the spanking was hot. But could she commit to living like this? Her thoughts were spinning out of control, and she felt herself tensing in his arms. She didn’t just babble when she was nervous. She wound herself up, imagining all of the worst possible outcomes.
Andie felt herself starting to panic. She knew what she was doing and couldn’t seem to stop herself. Even though she now knew that she wasn’t frigid, her inner voice told her that she was still destined to disappoint him in some way. After all, things with her ex had started off well or she wouldn’t have married him and then it had all ended badly.
And Duncan was twice the man her ex was with much higher expectations. He was a Dom for goodness’ sake. He might find her relative inexperience charming right now, but would he get tired of her? There were so many beautiful experienced subs at the club and she’d seen their eyes watching as she’d walked in with Duncan. He could probably have any of them instead of her, just by crooking his little finger. And these women were trained subs who could give him everything he wanted and needed sexually.
She thought about some of the things she’d seen the
Doms doing to their subs at the club. Some of them scared her. Would he expect her to submit to that degree? Did she want to submit to him to that degree? Could she do those things for him? Could she give up all control to him permanently or at least for as long as the relationship lasted?
She didn’t know if she could give him what he obviously wanted and needed.
She realized that she was working herself up into a full-blown panic attack so she forced herself to breath deeply and tried to calm her raging thoughts. She wanted to be strong and see where the relationship was headed, but she was scared that it was destined to end badly just like every other relationship with a man had. She knew that her feelings for Duncan, even though she’d only known him a short time, were so strong that her heart would well and truly break when he moved on from her.
She tried to tell herself that she should enjoy the relationship while it lasted, but she’d been broken-hearted when her marriage ended. She couldn’t go through that again, and she knew that if she stayed with Duncan, the end would be far more devastating to her emotionally.
What was the point of even trying? If he really was interested in her, it would be kinder to break it off now before he got too emotionally invested, wouldn’t it? If he wasn’t, there was her own heart to consider. She had to break it off now to protect herself. She knew it wouldn’t take much and she’d end up head over heels in love and she didn’t think she could take it when he eventually realized that she couldn’t give him what he needed and he left her.
And if she spent tomorrow with him, learning to serve him, accepting him as her Master, even if only for the day, she knew she would weaken. The thought of kneeling at his feet, waiting for his instructions, depending upon his approval, reveling in his lovemaking and then watching as he grew tired of her and found someone who could meet his needs better than she could… No. She had to make the break quick and clean while she was still strong enough to do it.