Love and History

by Cheryl Dragon

  “I don’t play mind games.” He stood in front of her and moved in close. Kissing her, he laced his fingers around her wrists and moved them to the small of her back. She crossed them naturally, and he reached one of his hands back to grab the cuffs.

  She kissed him softly with eagerness and hope. “Trust me?” he asked.

  “Of course. What would you like me to do, Sir?”

  “Be still.” He clicked the cuffs around her wrists and watched her eyes sparkle as she tried to move her hands. Not a flinch of fear or panic. She kissed him instead.

  Grabbing her ass, he pulled her against him and let his hands roam. Her soft moans were perfectly acceptable when he smacked her bottom and fueled his arousal further.

  Lifting her off the ground, he carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. He found the light switch and flipped it on. Without complaint, she knelt with her hands cuffed behind her.

  “Very good. Spread your knees wide. I want to see all of you.” He removed the clip from her hair, and it fell over her shoulders as her hips tilted.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He took her in for a moment. Not too thin or too big, her curves stood out for play or punishment. Her pussy was bare, and she looked so innocent now. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Did you miss me last night?”

  “God, yes!” She looked up at him and caught herself.

  “Good.” He slapped her ass in approval and correction for her wandering eyes. “What makes you a submissive?”

  She paused. “It’s my nature, Sir.”

  “Are you ready to do what I want?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want a real answer. Why are you submissive?” he demanded.

  “I can’t not be,” she said firmly. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t have a better answer.”

  He let it go. “Are you wet?” he asked.

  She relaxed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell me.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

  “I’m so wet. I missed you so much.” She lost her balance and bowed her back, pressing her head to the bed.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Fine, how do you want me?” She rested her shoulders on the bed.

  He stared at her body on display for him and guessed she had done it on purpose. “That’s fine for now.” His cock stretched against the denim of his jeans.

  Sucking her breasts, he squeezed them before licking down her stomach. The scent of her arousal drew him in. He teased her folds and tugged them one at a time until she trembled. Rubbing her clit, he watched her muscles shift and bunch. He slowly slid a thumb into her, and she tightened on him. When her hips rocked, he smacked her thigh. “No. Hold still.”

  “Please, Sir, fuck me.”

  “Do I need to gag you?” he asked.

  “No!” she said too quickly.

  She didn’t like gags—noted. Sucking her cunt, he slid his tongue and finger inside of her. The sweet and tangy taste of her made him want to keep her on edge all night.

  “Don’t come,” he reminded her.

  She groaned and squeezed his fingers. All the moaning and whining wouldn’t work. He could tell by her controlled muscle responses that she’d done this before. Taking the edge off kept her from coming. To push her more, he dragged his tongue up the tender flesh and flicked her clit.

  “Please don’t, Sir.” She wiggled but stopped when he pinched her ass.

  Holding her, he ate her cunt until he felt her tensing erratically against him. Letting her go, he licked his lips. “Good.”

  She panted and rolled onto her side.

  The sight of her cuffed wrists at the small of her back made his cock throb. “Face down on the bed for now.” He grabbed her ass cheeks and played. Smacking then caressing her. Soft moans and whispers of “Thank you, Sir” were sweet to hear, but he wanted her screaming.

  “Want more?” he asked.

  “Yes, please.” Her ass lifted.

  He slapped her hard once and stepped back. Opening his fly, he went around to the other side and grabbed her under her shoulders. She didn’t tense. The trust she showed him added to his arousal. Pulling so her head was just off the edge of the bed, he leaned and rubbed his cock along her cheek. “Want it?”

  “Yes, Sir, please.” She craned her neck to get it.

  Sliding the tip into her mouth, he felt power and freedom immediately, then the rush of pleasure and vulnerability. He needed her, so willing and fearless. She’d push back and hold her limits.

  Removing his cock, he had to check. “What’s your safe word?”

  “I want to suck you off,” she insisted.

  “Just a test.” He smacked her ass in the same spot over and over until she answered.

  “‘Halt’! But I’m not using it,” she said.

  “Good.” He watched her form wiggle on the bed. He hadn’t let her come at all, and she must be desperate.

  “Sir, please let me suck your cock!” she begged.

  Giving her the shaft, he moaned as she eagerly tongued him. She groaned as she sucked as much as she could. When she tried to scoot to take more, he held her neck. “No, all you get is the top half.”

  “Please,” she said against his stomach.

  “We can stop now,” he suggested.

  She sucked halfway down his cock and bobbed to get him off fast. A woman gagging on his cock normally turned him on, but not with her. Not when she’d reacted so strongly to the mere suggestion of a gag and made it so clear she’d never be choked. He’d never want to cut off her air. For some, even the sensation that their air was blocked could cause panic.

  “Take your time. Do it right. Do you like it?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” She relaxed and teased him in return. Skillfully, she worked her tongue on his opening then curled around the head and just underneath.

  She went down again but stopped at halfway. He pulled back and thrust into her mouth. Her moaning pushed him closer as he fucked her mouth. The teasing sub pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock and rubbed hard when she got the tip.

  “Hell!” Their need was too much. He came in her mouth.

  Her lips immediately sealed around his flesh and trapped the cum. Her tongue worked the head. The rush of her obeying and so eagerly satisfying him made him want to get her off. Yet, he needed to push her a little more. Sliding his cock from her lips, his watched her hands wiggle.

  “Swallow,” he said.

  Bridget licked her lips as if she’d swallowed the second she’d had it.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “Please make me come, Sir.”

  “What else?” he pressed.

  “Spank me.”

  “Hard?” he teased.

  “Yes!” she begged.

  “What else? What do you really want?”

  “Stay with me all night. Don’t go home. Use me all night and again in the morning.” Her breathing began to pick up with that confession.

  “Thank you for being honest.” He kissed the back of her head. “I will, if you tell me your submissive truth.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  He relaxed and removed his clothing. It might not be a traumatic or interesting story, but he needed to know.

  Scott was finally naked, and pulled her back to the center of the bed, but left her face down and cuffed. She turned her to head to enjoy the view of her Dom. The taste of his cum still on her lips, she wished he’d let her try to take all of him. She would one day. It was a challenge, and unlike some men, he didn’t want to cut off her air.

  He positioned her carefully, legs pressed together and hands folded at the small of her back. When he caught her looking, he found something and blindfolded her. She moaned in frustration. She loved his body, and the sightless feeling refocused her attention on her throbbing cunt.

  He’d teased her to the edge and left her there for his own relief. Pressing her thigh
s together, she built her arousal in seconds. A sharp slap on her ass made her stop. Of course, he’d catch her.

  “Spread your legs.” He smacked her other cheek.

  She obeyed but didn’t go very far.

  “Wider!” He slapped both cheeks until she was as far as she could go. Then everything was still.

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “Like this?” She knew some Doms worried about abused people turning submissive. “Please, fuck me first. Sir, I need to look you in the eye for that.”

  He was quiet for a moment. Would he punish her? Leave? Not stay the night? In her aroused state, she couldn’t talk about her family and make sense.

  “You are a demanding sub.”

  She listened for the front door. When she felt his weight on the bed, she sighed in relief. He pulled her legs together tight and tilted up her ass.

  The heat of his body sparked her need, but he spanked her first. Not dead center but around her ass cheeks. Warmth spread as the sting set in. She loved it and rocked her hips for more. He smacked harder, and she pulled on the cuffs. The dark world with restraints and discipline felt perfect to her.

  He lifted her rear up and tongued her cunt as he squeezed her flesh.

  “You like this?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you!” she moaned.

  When he eased her back down to the bed, he rubbed his cock over her bottom.

  He was making her wait, and her wetness grew. She loved it. Her world revolved around that hard cock bouncing on her cheeks. Pressing her thighs together, she waited for her correction. He smacked her rear and straddled her legs. She moaned and arched her back.

  Large hands slid under her chest and cupped her breasts, pinching her flesh. She pressed her face to the bed. “Please, Sir!” she begged.

  He kissed the back of her neck and filled her. The tender and raw mixed so well her pussy pulsed around him. Her hips rocked, and no matter how hard he pinched her breasts or spanked her ass, she couldn’t stop if he’d ordered her to. There was frantic need, and he’d taken her there so fast she groaned loudly.

  The thrusts came hard and fast, and she felt so tight in this position. The blindfold meant she couldn’t see him even if she were facing him so it only made things better. The pressure grew inside her as he stretched her. She was so wet and ready but fought her release as long as she could.

  “Let me come, please!” she gasped.

  “Come for me.” He filled her faster and had the bed rocking.

  She let go, and the rush flooded her senses. “Oh God!” she screamed.

  Her limbs trembled, her body felt like liquid and he was the one solid thing in her universe. His erection ground deep inside her so she squeezed him again.

  As he grunted, his weight pressed her to the bed, and she had a safe and calm sensation no other Dom had given her. He had her trapped, and she loved it, especially when he kissed her neck.

  Craning her neck and rolling her shoulders, she nudged his cheek then chin and finally caught his mouth to cherish a soft kiss as his afterglow wore off.

  He kissed her harder then pulled back. The blindfold disappeared quickly. She watched him and waited patiently for instruction or more fun. He dumped the used protection and fished in his jeans’ pocket. She saw the key and smiled.

  Seconds later, her wrists were free, and he kissed them. He lifted her back to the head of the bed and cuddled her in the pile of pillows. No good sub ever lacked for pillows. They came in handy, but he hadn’t used them to prop her in any way yet.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  She shook he head. “Perfect.”

  Playtime was over, but his watchful eyes told her he expected answers.

  “Don’t make me push,” he said.

  “I wasn’t abused or anything like that. It’s just my nature. Honestly, I’m the middle of six. Four girls and two boys. Trust me, I didn’t get to make a lot of decisions. I was along for the ride. Whether you believe in birth order or not, I did what I was told and didn’t make trouble. I always craved more attention. I found a way to get it and have amazing sex as well.” She kissed his muscled shoulder and ran her tongue along his collarbone.

  “I bet your brothers were protective.” He stroked her hair.

  She shrugged. “I wasn’t the prettiest, and I developed late. Not much to protect.”

  “Why the skirts?” he asked.

  “You don’t like them?” She sucked his nipple.

  He lifted her chin to look him in the eye. “Playtime is over. Just tell me.”

  She relaxed and hugged him tight. “Strict Catholic school for twelve years. I rebelled and went to a non-religious college. But I was used to wearing skirts. Just like teaching. I loved school and got a scholarship. I had no idea what I wanted to do, but I love literature so I kept getting degrees in that. It all worked out.”

  “You’re a good teacher. You’ll get tenure.” He smiled at her.

  “Thanks. I hope so. I found you. That’s a step in the right direction.” She kissed his arm and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Oh, let me just check the DVR.”

  “What for?”

  She grabbed the remote and flipped screens. “Good. I’m recording this miniseries on the History channel. I can watch it later. I don’t want to miss it.”

  “Leave it on. I wanted to see this, too.”

  “Are you sure? I’d much rather go for round two with you.” She kissed him hard.

  “We need a little break. I want to see you normal and relaxed before I push you to the edge again.” He bit her lower lip then slid his tongue in her mouth.

  Moaning, she dropped the remote and pressed closer. Submitting to him was so good it almost scared her. Sliding her hands over his chest, she’d touch him as much as she could until he tied her up again. She didn’t want to act too much like a girlfriend, but that’s how she felt.

  Chapter Five

  A week and a day later, Scott sat at work and stared at his computer. He’d spent the night at Bridget’s that one Saturday, but not another time since. Being with her was too much like a relationship, and while it felt good, he couldn’t hurt her that way. Other Doms had tried to violate her limits. He wouldn’t break her heart so he’d left after the morning play. He hadn’t even stayed for breakfast. He felt like a jerk, but he hadn’t promised her anything yet.

  The past week had been tense. They’d had two meet ups for sex that were amazing and were followed by watching that miniseries on the History Channel and pointless chitchat. Neither of them brought up anything about a relationship or dating. Nothing had changed except he wanted to be near her every second of the day.

  Whatever they had was stalled because of him. Even sexually, he hadn’t pushed her beyond what they’d done nor had she disobeyed to make him get creative. Things were stalemated, but neither could give up the play.

  He knew it was because she wanted a relationship.

  Could she handle a Dom/sub relationship only? He hadn’t asked her that question yet, but it was the natural extension of things. Telling her his limits would ruin everything, and he couldn’t do that yet.

  A knock on the door made him hope, but it was Nelson.

  “Hi,” Scott said curtly.

  “Hi? What? Did she dump you?” Nelson asked.

  “No, not exactly, but things are in a lull.”

  Nelson folded his arms. “Lull? You have to nudge her within the limits. Keep it interesting.”

  “It’s not the sex. I think she wants a relationship.” Scott rubbed his temples.

  “You don’t want a relationship with her?” Nelson shook his head. “She’s smart, attractive and into your kink. If I found my woman like that, I’d marry her now.”

  Scott’s chest tightened. “It’s not that easy.”

  “Dude, one sub left you for another Dom when you were young. I get that. It hurt. But that was years ago. Get over it. Tell her your past crap so she doesn’t think you’re a massive dick. Take it slow, but do
n’t let her get away.”

  “I can’t. It’s not just that.”

  Nelson folded his arms and shook his head.

  “It’s not. I trust her. If I could give her what she wants, the proper boyfriend and Dom combo, she’d never leave me.” Admitting that almost scared him.

  “Told you. I was matchmaker in a previous life. Master Yenta!”

  Scott laughed. “You may be that good, but I’m not good enough for her.”

  Nelson wagged a finger at his friend. “Lack of confidence in a Dom doesn’t work. Get that crap out of your head. It’s not hot, and it’s not healthy.”

  “But the boyfriend can’t be an arrogant ass.” He’d never tried to combine romance with submission except that one sub who’d once been abused. All he’d wanted to do was make her safe, and she’d run off with a guy who would do darker things than her daddy had done to her. He shuddered at the memory of what she’s shared.

  “Okay, so tell her you’re having trouble finding the line because you don’t normally do relationships and kink. Tell her so she doesn’t think you’re a jackass. Let her guide the dating thing while you rule in the bedroom. Even Steven.” Nelson nodded.

  “I’m not sure I can cut the relationship thing.”

  Nelson sighed. “Tell her that. If this is going to work, you don’t have to be the Dom all the time. That’s not what you signed on for. You get to buy the wrong peanut butter and forget her favorite wine. You get to be the boyfriend. In the bedroom, you’re in charge all the time. If she’s unable to handle that change, maybe she’s the problem?”

  Deep down, Scott knew she wasn’t the problem, but he wasn’t going to talk about his family to Nelson. The only person who needed to know was Bridget, when the time was right.

  “Okay, I’ll think about it.” He checked her online schedule. At least, she’d emailed that to him again this week. She had one early class and was free until a packed afternoon. “I should go see her. Don’t be a dick, right?”

  “Right, that’s the spirit!” Nelson clapped his hands together. “I’ll get back to the computers. Have you seen the blog lately though? People are talking. It’s wonderful.”