by Sophie Stern
“Master Thorn,” I say, testing the name on my lips. “It’s what I called you the other night.”
“And I loved it very much.”
“May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Did you masturbate when you got home that night?”
“You mean, did I rub my cock while I thought about my fingers buried inside your pussy, Lily? Did I touch myself until I was so consumed with lust that I came all over my hands? Is that what you’re asking?”
“Yes,” I whisper, suddenly completely overcome with arousal. I’m realizing that my decision to come for him in the car was the right one because if we were in this moment and I knew I wasn’t getting an orgasm, the night would be much, much tougher for me.
As it is, he hasn’t even started touching me yet, and already my pussy is clenching in excitement, with desire. I keep staring at his cock, keep thinking of what it’s going to feel like when he’s inside of me.
“I did, Lily. You were very, very sexy. I loved everything we did together at the club, and I would love to go back with you sometime.”
“I’d like that, too,” I whisper.
“Now, to answer your previous question, I do not have a secret sex dungeon in my living room.”
“Oh,” I feel a little disappointed, but I’m not really sure why. I guess I just expected that maybe, somehow, he’d transform the entire place into a really, really dirty room where everything was dark and dangerous and mysterious. I had this visual of chains coming down from the ceiling and myself hanging in the center, ready for the pleasure only Master Thorn could give me.
“Want to tell me what just went through your head?”
“What? Oh, it was nothing.”
“That’s lie number one, darling,” Master Thorn stands and walks across the room to where I’m standing. He fists my hair and pulls my head back before crushing his lips to mine. “Try again, baby,” he says. “And remember that there will be punishments for lying.”
I should be scared.
I should be embarrassed and frightened and upset, but I’m not. Somehow, his words are turning me on, and I don’t really know why.
That’s not true.
I wasn’t lying when I said I did some homework before our date. I’ve been looking at BDSM websites all week and reading as much as possible. I know a lot, but I realize I still have so much to learn.
One thing I do know is that many women find the idea of sexual punishments sexy. Things like spankings and erotic torture aren’t bad when they’re consensual. There’s nothing wrong about knowing what you like sexually and about going after those things.
There’s nothing wrong with me.
And as Master Thorn kisses me, I’m no longer Lily-from-the-daycare. I’m no longer June’s daycare teacher or Megan’s favorite teacher or Carmen’s weekend substitute. Now I’m a sexual goddess, and Master Thorn is awakening the beast inside of me.
“I was thinking that it would be sexy if you chained me up in here,” I whisper against his lips. “But you don’t have chains in the living room. You said you don’t have a dungeon.”
“I don’t need a dungeon to drive you wild, kitten.”
“You have a lot of nicknames for me,” I whisper.
“Do you prefer I call you Lily?”
“No, I like it when you call me kitten. I like that. I like princess, too. It makes me feel special.”
It makes me feel like I’m not just some slut having sex with a guy I just met. I push that thought from my head because I know I’m not a slut. I’m not easy or sleazy, and even if I was, it’s okay. Women aren’t expected to be chaste and virginal anymore. We’re allowed to have desires. There’s nothing wrong or bad or dirty about that.
“There,” he whispers. “Right there. Tell me what you were just thinking.”
“Right now?” I squeak out. I’ve already been threatened with a spanking for lying about my thoughts. Do I really want to share more now?
“Don’t play games with me.” He tilts my chin up and his eyes pierce into mine. “Tell me. It worried you, and I want to know what you’re nervous about.”
“No, I’m not worried. I was just thinking that you don’t make me feel like a slut, and I like that.”
“Oh, we’re going to be doing some very slutty things, kitten. We’re going to be very, very naughty, but I will always respect you. This is not going to be some situation where we sleep together and tomorrow I decide not to speak to you again. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not asking you to commit to a relationship with me. What I’m asking you is to communicate with me. Tomorrow, if you want to date me, I can tell you right now that I’m all in.”
“Really?” All in? After just one date? It’s strange because I shouldn’t feel this comfortable or at ease with him, yet I do. I really, really do. Jaxson is like fire and ice wrapped in one beautiful, Dominant package, and I want to experience everything he has to offer.
“I don’t enter this lightly, sweetheart. I’m not going to sleep with you and then ditch you, okay? Even if we get up tomorrow and you tell me to fuck off, I’m going to be here for you. Part of being a good Dom means providing quality aftercare.”
“I want to date you,” I blurt out.
“Is that right, princess?”
“Yes,” I squeak out. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re amazing and interesting and kind and thoughtful. You’re very unique, and you scare me a little bit sometimes, but I kind of like that, too.”
“I like keeping you on your toes,” he kisses me again. “But right now, I want you on your knees.”
Chapter 12
Thorn
She sinks gracefully to her knees.
“Have you ever taken dance lessons?”
“I used to. It was a long time ago.”
“You move very gracefully.”
“Thank you,” Lily looks up at me. “Something tells me compliments from you are always meaningful. You don’t seem like you need to kiss people’s asses to get them to like you.”
“Trust me, princess: I would gladly kiss your ass any day of the week. Now spread your legs a little.”
She adjusts carefully, spreading her legs. Her dress rides up her thighs. I can just barely see her soft pussy, but it’s enough to make me wish for more. I can already tell that one night isn’t going to be enough with this girl. I just hope that tomorrow morning, she’ll still want to give this thing between us a chance.
“Some Dominants want their submissives to greet them like this when they enter a room. Don’t worry: I’m not one of them.”
“You don’t want to see me kneel for you?”
“On the contrary, my love: I want to see you kneel for me because you want to.”
“You want it to be voluntary, not compulsive.”
“Exactly. Now, tell me how you feel when you’re kneeling like this. How does this position make you feel?”
She thinks about it for a second, and I try to memorize the way she looks in this moment. I didn’t tell her what to do with her hands, but she settled them on her knees, and she looks lovely. She looks submissive.
Lily can promise me all she wants that she’s not submissive at heart, but she has me fooled in this moment. Right now, she looks like she’s ready to obey and submit to her Master. She looks like she’s prepared herself wholly for me, like all she wants to do is please me.
That itself makes me happy.
“It makes me feel like I’m going to be naughty, but obedient,” she says finally. “I feel like I’m about to obey you, but it’s going to be in a really dirty way, and I don’t mind. It’s like, I know that you’re going to push me, but it’s okay.”
“Why is it okay, princess?”
“Because,” she smiles at me. “I trust you.”
“Take off your dress.”
Lily doesn’t falter at the hasty command. Without standing up, she quickly slides her dress off. She sits at my f
eet, naked, and looks at up me. Her eyes are filled with hope and excitement, along with something else.
Longing, maybe?
Desire?
Passion?
“What’s your favorite part of your body, love?”
“Hmm,” Lily looks down at herself for a second. She raises her hands and looks at them, and then she sets them back on her knees. “I would have to say my hands.”
“Interesting,” I murmur, dropping to my knees in front of her. I take her palms in mine and hold them. “Tell me why.”
“These hands can do so much. My face is pretty. At least, I think it is on most days. My boobs? They look great now, but someday, they’ll sag. My belly is pretty flat, but there will come a day when it is not. Every part of me that makes me pretty is going to change, except for my hands.”
I hold Lily’s hands as she explains to me why she’s beautiful, and my heart soars because this girl is incredible. I have never thought of her as shallow, but I expected her to tell me she liked her eyes or her smile or her breasts. I didn’t expect her to say her hands.
I didn’t expect her to be so deep.
I didn’t expect her to give me such an incredible, unique answer.
“These hands are going to hold my belly when I get pregnant someday. They’re going to cling to my child as I rock him to sleep. They’re going to be hand-in-hand with the man I marry. They’re going to do so many things.”
She smiles and nods, looking at me, and my eyes fill with tears.
“Hey now,” Lily whispers. “I know I’m new to all of this, but I thought the Dom was supposed to make the sub cry: not the other way around.”
“BDSM is what we make of it.”
“I know.”
I kiss her forehead, still holding her hands, and then I get to my feet and look down at my submissive for the evening.
“You really are beautiful,” I tell her.
“Thank you.”
“Now let’s get you tied up.”
**
It only takes a few minutes for me to produce some soft ties and secure Lily’s arms behind her back.
“How’s that, sweetheart?”
She tests the bonds, wiggling her body, and my eyes focus on the way her breasts bounce with each jerk of her arms.
“Well, I can’t escape,” she whispers.
“Do you want to escape?”
“A little,” Lily admits.
“Why do you want to escape?”
“Because I’m suddenly feeling a little less in control.”
“Does that feeling make you feel afraid or curious?”
“A little bit of both.”
“Good. Then you’re right where I want you.”
“That’s not comforting,” she says, but I start stripping my clothes off, and she stops talking. Her eyes roam my body as I reveal my abs: courtesy of my neighborhood gym and the many, many hours I spend there. Her gaze cuts down to my groin and I run my hands over the front of my pants.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Welcome to submission,” I tell her, and I slowly begin to unbutton my pants. “Before we actually get started, you need to choose a safe word.”
“What word should I choose?”
“Up to you, princess. Choose something that isn’t sexy to you, but that you won’t forget.”
“Owl,” she says instantly.
“Owl it is,” I say, and I slide my pants the rest of the way down. My boxers are still on, but they do little to hide my reaction to Lily. I palm my cock over the boxers and rub up and down. Lily watches. Her mouth is just slightly open as she looks at me, and I think about how amazing her tongue is going to feel on me.
I step out of my pants and turn around. Then I peer at her over my shoulder. Lily hasn’t moved from her position on the floor. With her arms tied behind her back, her breasts are pushed forward, silently begging me to suck on them.
I will, but I want to tease her a little bit first. One of the best things about Domination is building anticipation. She needs to want it. She needs to crave it. She needs to feel like she’s going to lose her mind if she doesn’t get it.
Once Lily’s eyes are firmly fixed on mine, I push my boxers down, giving her a view of what my backside looks like. As I push the fabric down my body, her eyes leave mine to follow the path of my boxers to the floor. Then she looks at my ass and bites her bottom lip.
“All right, Master,” she whispers. “Please, please turn around.”
Chapter 13
Lily
I seem to lose my breath when I see his cock for the first time. He’s so hard. I just know it must be hurting. My first instinct is to reach for him, to rub on his length, but my arms are bound.
It’s a strange feeling.
I’m not scared having my arms tied behind me. The feeling isn’t uncomfortable at all, but I’m so used to having them free, that now I’m very aware of all of the things I can’t do. I start wondering what will happen if I lose my balance and fall over, if I face-plant into the side of the couch, but something tells me that the fear is part of the fun.
My Dom will catch me if I fall.
There is no doubt in my mind that Master Thorn will catch me and take care of me. He won’t let anything bad happen to me. He’s watching over me. He’s right here for me.
And I feel a deep sense of satisfaction when I realize that trusting him makes me feel happy.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe I am more submissive than I think.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want, princess?” He starts rubbing his cock. He’s so close to me that if my arms weren’t tied, I’d be able to grab him, touch him. Then again, I have more at my disposal than just hands.
I want to suck his cock. I want to lick it slowly and savor every inch of him. I want to taste him, want to feel him inside of me. I want to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. Master Thorn makes me feel so many things.
I want to make him feel those things, too.
“Please, may I suck your cock?”
“Fuck, kitten,” he groans and steps forward, pressing his cock to my lips. He gives me free reign to lick and suck him as I like, and I find myself sliding him down my throat as quickly as I can.
He tastes good, and even though he’s thicker than I’m used to, I manage to take almost his entire length down my throat. He lets out a sharp hiss as I taste him, and I know he isn’t unaffected by this.
I’ve never really felt like I was particularly good or bad at blowjobs, but in this moment, I feel like a damn queen.
In this moment, I am strong, and brave, and sexy, and I am everything Master Thorn needs.
Soon he fists my hair, pulling me back. He looks at me for a long minute before he helps me to my feet and kisses me. His kiss is needy. He wants me, craves me. He needs this just as much as I do, if not more.
We both need to feel everything we’re experiencing in this moment.
We both need more.
“You are incredible, kitten.”
“Thank you,” I breathe out.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I want to touch you here,” he presses his fingers to my nipples. “And here,” he runs his fingers over my pussy. “And here,” he whispers in my ear. This time, his fingers graze my bottom.
“O-O-Okay,” I manage to get out.
“Does that make you nervous?”
“A little.”
“I’ll make it good for you.”
“I know.”
He helps get me into position over the couch. I kneel beside it, bending over. His couch is deep enough that my entire torso fits comfortably from this position. Something tells me that Thorn didn’t just buy this couch because it fits his decoration scheme.
My head is turned and my cheek is pressed to the sofa cushion. Master Thorn gets in place behind me. I feel him kissing my back, and my hands, and then he moves lower. He bites my bott
om, and I clench my muscles.
“Relax your body,” he says.
“I’m trying.”
“Relax,” he whispers again, and this time I do. He runs his finger up and down my slit, touching me everywhere, bringing all of my nerves to life. “I’m going to fuck you now, kitten. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy, and then I’m going to come in your ass, baby. You look so good like this, all spread out and lovely for me.” His words send a thrill through my body.
I really must look incredible right now. Obviously, I can’t see what I look like, but I’m very aware of the fact that Thorn is completely in control right now. I can’t really move, or argue, or do anything but take what he offers me.
And I feel good about this.
I feel sexy.
I hear him shift as he reaches for something, and then I hear the condom wrapper.
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “But we’ll use condoms for now and for as long as you’re comfortable.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, glad it won’t be an argument. I’m on the pill, and I know having a club membership means Thorn doesn’t have any STDs, but it’s always best to be safe and careful. I’m glad we’re both being level-headed in this situation.
My arms are still tied, and they’re starting to get a little tired, but the pain isn’t sharp. It’s more of an ache, and it moves through my body and settles in my groin. It’s an unusual feeling, but it’s not bad. It just makes me even more aware of each part of me.
Anytime Thorn touches me, my nerves seem to come alive even more than usual. Each time he presses his hands to my body, my skin seems to burn with excitement, with desire.
And then he presses his cock between my legs.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” he says. “Some Doms don’t like that. Sometimes people play and they expect their partner to be silent, but I’ll never gag that pretty mouth of yours, kitten. Not if it means I get to hear your moans.”
“Master Thorn,” I whisper, and he slides inside of me, filling me. He gives me a minute to adjust to his size, and I’m glad, because it’s been awhile since I was with a man. I’m nervous I’ll be sore tomorrow, but somehow, it doesn’t matter.