"Sean, I'm going to talk. Just talk for now." She waited. At last he gave an almost unnoticed nod, and he began to stroke her back in a soft, soothing rhythm.
"I'll listen."
"Like I said, I knew I needed more than, well now I'd call it vanilla, but then it was just more. I wasn't what you'd say was experienced, but I knew I should feel more than 'oh is that it then'. Once you'd scened with me, I was over the moon. I'd been so aroused and so bloody wet, you could wring me out. I'd never ever come like that. Come to think of it, I reckon I'd never come full stop."
"Not even when…" Sean stopped midsentence but Jane knew what he'd been going to say.
"Euww, no, not when Ryan showed me wax play. He's my cousin, for goodness' sake. It was definitely a demo and nothing more. I think that's why when you dripped wax on me and decorated me it was so intense and such a turn on. I connected with you."
"And I with you. But you denied it." He sounded hurt.
"Like I said, you rushed me. I needed to get my head round what I liked in stages. Collaring, having a Dom or a Master was all alien to me. Ryan had been very careful not to draw me into the lifestyle, but let me make my own way. Baby steps."
"And I fucked it all up and you ran." Sean sounded properly disgusted with himself.
"Well, no I did that myself, but you didn't help. There was no middle ground with you, it was 'this is the deal, take it now'. No wonder I ran screaming. But then I compounded it by only watching and never participating. I could feel myself getting more and more frustrated and more and more scared. I made Ava fly and didn't fledge my wings. It took Alison to show me what I was missing."
The circles Sean was etching on her back stopped. "How?"
"She told me she was going to a candlelight session and I thought of you. And I was 'no way'. You see, if I didn't know who you were scening with, I could shrug it off as work for you. That didn't work with her and you."
Jane felt Sean's body moving under her. At first she wondered why and then she realized. "You bastard, are you laughing at me?"
He guffawed. "I reckon so. Were you jealous?"
"Oh yes. As in murderous. No way are you doing anything with her or any of my friends ever…"
"How are you going to stop me?" He seemed curious.
"By making sure you're so occupied with me you won’t have time to go anywhere near anyone else," she said and pulled his earlobe. "Mine, just mine. I've known that ever since whenever, and so have you. Now I'm not fighting it. And you won't deny me."
"I won't?"
"You better not. I've not bared my all for nothing."
"You haven't bared anything." Now he sounded bored. What on earth could she do to show she meant what she said?
Jane twisted in his lap and did one long hard wriggle. "Are you counting? That's my third strike I believe."
"Hmm, and do you believe I mean everything I say? And you do trust me?" Sean took hold of her hair and tugged until her chin came up and she looked at his face. His eyes were dark and unfathomable and his lips were set in a straight line. He looked all-powerful and all dominant. She swallowed as her mouth went dry and her pussy muscles began to dance their own secret dance.
"Yes S…." she stopped. Could she? Fuck it, it's only a little word. Okay, a little word with a big meaning but come on. If I really mean what I'm spouting, I need to show it. Jane swallowed rapidly to help lubricate her mouth. Now if she spoke with her pussy there'd be no trouble. That was soaking.
"Yes, Sir, but forgive me when I can't say everything I should."
"Ah love, that is a beautiful start. So remember these words. Red, orange and green. Do I need to go over the parameters again?"
"N ... no. I'm fine." Just get on with whatever before I bottle it again.
"Then assume the position."
Okay so show time. Do it or give up. Jane slid off his lap and onto her knees; thankful she was kneeling on a shag-pile rug and not the hard, unforgiving, stone surface of the terrace. As she bent her head he pulled the hairpins out and her hair tumbled over her shoulders.
"As it should be." His voice held a wealth of satisfaction that her clit responded to like a verbal prompt. Never pin it up unless we're doing some wax play where it might get in the way, and I'll tell you in good time."
Wax play? He's awfully sure I'm going forward with this. Well duh, or I wouldn't be kneeling on the floor looking at his shoes and sweating cobs.
"Yes, Sir."
For what seemed minutes, but was probably only seconds, he was silent. His hand still played with her hair, and the follicles tingled as his fingers massaged her scalp. The unexpected tug to the roots made her eyes sting.
"Don't fall asleep, love." His tone was affectionate and teasing. "Are you ready to play?"
Jane waited for more information. There wasn't any. Was this another test? Well, dammit, he wasn't going to trip her up that easily.
"At what, Sir?"
Sean laughed. Dark as the night but smooth as silk the sound surrounded her, and lifted her worry. "A gentle initiation. Like—ditch the rest of the clothes first, and we'll negotiate? Show you how to dance to a different beat." Sean put his hands under her arms and urged her to stand up. "Color, love?"
Jane stretched and drew her top over her head, to leave her standing in bra and thong. She'd bet her cheeks were the same color as her underwear. Had she worn it in the hope that Sean would see it? However, she wasn't a pushover, and if she didn't stand up for herself now, when else would she be able to do with conviction.
"Orange."
Sean shuddered, and his hands slipped. "Orange?" He asked her with disbelief evident in his tone. "Why?"
"Well I can't say green, Sir, when I don't know what I'm saying I'm happy with now, can I?" Will he understand what I'm saying?
"Ah, love, you're a devil for jumping the gun. There's precious little trust from you yet. Do you not trust me to do what's best for us both?"
"No. Ah, shit, that sounds terrible. I mean I trust you not to do anything harmful, but how can I say I trust you about something and I don't know what it is? Dammit, Sir, I've said I'm wary. Cut me some slack here."
"Strip."
Jane heard the clock tick twice before he spoke again
"Color?"
"Green." That seemed safe enough, she might be curvy but Jane had no hang ups about her body. She unclipped her bra and let the straps slip down her arms. As she hooked her thumbs under the band of her thong, she heard his indrawn breath.
"Good, love, very good." He flipped his own t-shirt over his head. Jane had forgotten how honed he was. She swallowed past the lump in her throat. He was looking down at her with so much emotion that Jane got goose bumps. She was going to do her best to make a go of what might be.
"If you go through that door over there," Ryan pointed toward what until then Jane had thought was a mirror. "Press on the rose scribed on it, and take the door on your left. The code is Jane."
"Sir?" She was puzzled.
He smiled. "The security code to let you in. It's Jane."
Chapter Six
Ryan had the feeling he'd surprised her. He'd chosen her name as the code on what he'd decided was a whim. It was only once he'd used it a few times he realized it had been deliberate. A way to keep her uppermost in his mind. A way to hope.
She walked to the mirror and turned to look at him.
"Are you coming with me, Sir?" She giggled. "Or do I come alone?"
"Minx." He strode across the room to reach her and tapped her ass sharply. She yelped, but it was a happy, breathy noise, not one of pain or worry. That sent his libido soaring, and his cock memorizing his zipper teeth one more. It was time to take the damned jeans off.
"Bratty sub. You'll only come alone on my say so. Go on and wait for me in there." If she did that, then Sean felt that was the first hurdle over. She had no idea where he'd directed her, or that there was a command waiting for her. He'd written it in hope and not expectation.
Sean gave he
r a few minutes to do as he asked, whilst he disposed of his jeans. He sighed in relief as his prick sprung free and showed its appreciation with a few drops of pre cum. He used it to lubricate his fingers and then rubbed his aching cock in promise of forthcoming pleasure before he followed her.
As he approached the final door, his heart jumped. What would he see when he crossed the threshold?
Jane flat on her back, stretched out over his bed, her hair tumbled over the pillows and across her shoulders. Some shining red curls stroked the swell of her breast, like a lover's caress.
She smiled. It was sultry, a goddess welcoming her worshipper and secure in the knowledge she was wanted. Her eyes were bright, and shot with sparks of fire. Was this confidence all due to his note? He'd thought long and hard about what to write. In the end he'd been brief and to the point.
If you're reading this then our journey has started. I can think of no one I want to travel with more than you. Will you be ready for me, waiting on what I hope is to be our bed, your beautiful body aroused and ready to belong to me? Just me. Because Jane, my love, I only want you. To see you flushed and roused from our needs. To redden your beautiful ass, and to coat you in a dress of wax. To see you sigh and moan as each drop caresses you and marks you as mine. Are you ready to travel with me? He'd stopped then, amazed at how he poured his hopes into so few words. Once Sean had left the letter inscribed with her name on the dusky rose-pink cover a weight lifted from him. The die was cast, and now it was up to Jane. As he'd written the missive after her phone call, he hadn't even known if she'd see it. Well she had and it seemed she approved.
"Roll over and get on your knees."
She obeyed with an alacrity he loved, her ass high in the air and her hair falling all over her. The wink as she did so made him bite his lip. Sassy was an understatement.
"Color? Be warned I'm going to redden your beautiful ass until it matches the bedcover."
"Green, Sir." She wriggled the ass in question. "Ready and wanting."
Sean wondered if he'd heard her correctly. He decided not to ask again. He flexed his hand and brought it down on the milky white skin of her left ass cheek. The sting to his hand was jolt of electricity to his eager dick, which jerked in appreciation. A further spank this time to the other cheek brought the same response. Jane swayed and gave such a beautiful moan Sean was hard pressed not to let his cock have full rein and pound into her ass. Instead he gave a few more satisfying spanks before he paused to rub and soothe the flesh.
"Color?" He took a few sips of water, and handed the bottle to Jane. She gulped some down.
"Thanks and green."
"Up to you to tell me now," he said. "I'm going to spank you, dress your gorgeous body in wax, and then fuck you."
She clenched her buttocks, and gave a cross between a groan and a gasp. He hoped it meant that for him to take her there was something she was looking forward to. Sean ran his finger around the rim, and edged it inside the dark and erotic depths just a fraction. He'd no lube on and had no intention of entering her without it.
"Please … I want…" Jane's words came out in fractured gasps. "I, please…"
"You're topping, Jane." Sean moved his finger. "Topping gets punished."
"Yes, Sir?" The inflection made him want to laugh.
"No coming until I say." He began to spank again. "Count. Twenty."
He picked up the rhythm, and watched her ass redden. Soon the imprints of his fingers showed again the hue. "Count Jane, we don't reach twenty until you do."
"O ... one ... T…" She whispered the numbers as he continued. Her breath was choppy, and he could tell by the time she reached twenty she was deep in sub space.
Desire danced over his skin, stirring the hairs and bombarding his brain. He rubbed her tortured cheeks, and then slipped his hand between her legs to enter her channel. She was so wet; he wouldn't need anything to aid his entry. First, though, he needed to caress her skin with the sweet heat of wax.
"Roll over, love." With a soft murmur she did as he asked. Her hair caught under her and Jane gasped without opening her eyes. In a gentle move that unconsciously showed love and care, he lifted her head and released the strands before he spread them over the pillow. "Perfect. I'm going to tie your hands so you don't accidentally hurt yourself." He fixed her wrists to the soft shackles on the bedhead, and checked she was comfortable with a critical eye. Perfect. "Now a little love sting." Thankful he'd set everything he might need to hand, and with his expertise could get the special candle lit using one hand. All the time he stroked her from ankle to neck he nipped and soothed her skin. Her nipples puckered as he circled the areolae. Soon he promised himself; soon I'll decorate you.
With infinite care Sean let the first teardrop of wax slide down the candle and drop to her skin in an exotic embrace.
At the sight of each drop following another onto her skin, the flush and the sweet sounds she made as the sting hit and spread, his balls tightened. Sean knew he was near coming, but first he needed to allow Jane that pleasure. Setting the candle down onto its safety plate, he bent his head to her clit and sucked.
She screamed and arched off the bed. Sean lifted his head and moved. With one forceful thrust he filled her pussy until his balls slapped her. There was no way he'd last for long. He grunted as his body pounded into her and sweat slicked his skin. The roaring in his ears grew louder and his body clenched as his climax exploded within him. He withdrew, and his seed shot out and covered Jane is a fine cloud of milky white rain. Sean slumped across her. His sweat mingling with his seed created a sticky sheen on them both. As his breath returned to normal, Sean eased himself off Jane. Her murmured, "no," was an instant cock raiser.
"Shh, love. Let me snuggle you." He undid the shackles and rubbed her wrists before he rolled over and gathered her into his arms. With a tug he pulled a soft warm quilt over them both. "Shh now. Just rest. That was beautiful, you're perfect. My love and my sub." Whether she registered the words or not he had no idea. He just had to say them out loud. With a peace he hadn't felt for many a month, Sean settled to wait until Jane returned to the present.
****
She would swear she was floating. Her body hummed with sated contentment, and she was leaning on a nice furry rug. Jane snapped her eyes open. It wasn't a rug; she didn't have a furry rug, not since her sheepskin disintegrated. Anyway, rugs didn't rumble under your cheek. She tried to roll onto her back. As her butt hit something solid she winced. Her bum was sore and…
"Sorry, I tried not to let my tummy rumble, but we never got round to eating much breakfast." Sean kissed the top of her nose.
Sean? Bloody hell it really is him. Oh shit… "Er, Sean?" she asked. She wished she didn't sound so timid. "Er, did we um well…" Jane had the feeling that the erotic dream she'd had was no dream, and had no idea how to react. "Um…"
"Ask me."
Oh hell, Dom alert.
"Did we really do all I think?" His expression told her he wasn't going to answer such a vague question. "Did you spank me, drip wax on me, and suck me off before you fucked me?" she asked baldy. Her face heated. She'd bet she could give a beetroot a run for its money in the color stakes. She swallowed and decided she might as well go for gold, and then run if necessary. "Because if you did, and it wasn't a dream, can we do it all over again please? But with me more aware. Say one at a time? Please, Master?" Jane scooted away and to her dismay he let her go. She settled on her knees and clasped her hands behind her back. The back of her legs chafed her ass and she wriggled to get comfortable.
"Stop it." The command stilled her. Damn, does that mean I've screwed it all up?
"You called me Master. Do you mean it?"
"What?" His question took her by surprise. "Yes, Sir. It just seemed the right address."
"You'll submit to me?" He stroked her breast. The gentle touch was enough to make her pussy muscles clench, and her juices roll. "Be mine?"
She nodded. "My pleasure, Sir."
"Wear my co
llar?"
All her desire and arousal rolled away. Her pussy was dry and her mouth wasn't any better. Could she explain why the thought put so much fear into her? Her skin was clammy and her palms itched.
"Maybe."
Sean sighed. "And there's our sticking point. Why does the thought of being openly mine bother you?"
"Oh no, Sir, not that. I'm, well, it’s the thought of something tight around my neck. When I was little I got tangled in a blind cord. Mum got me out but I still remember the horrid panic and the way it held me tight and I couldn't breathe." Jane began to pant as she remembered the terror she'd known. "And, well, ever since, I can't stand anything around my neck, not even a scarf. Mum had to get me a doctor's note for school so I could ditch the tie." She hung her head, worried and scared in case she saw derision in his eyes. It might sound lame to someone else but it was a full-blown phobia to her.
"Jane, love, look at me?" Sean tilted her head up. Do you know how long I've waited for you to explain? All I knew was no collar. Nothing else. Here." He handed a slim box to her. "What about this?"
With a heartbeat that threatened to copy any discordant beat going, Jane took the box. Her hands trembled as she clicked open the tiny catch. What she saw brought tears to her eyes.
"Collars come in many forms, love. They don't have to be worn around the neck."
Jane lifted out the slim silver ankle chain with its charm of two hearts entwined. "For me? As my collar?" Sean nodded. Jane handed it to him, and he went white. "Please put it on me, Sir," she said. Her words tumbled over each other so he wouldn't misinterpret her gesture any longer. "It will be my honor."
Sean circled her ankle with the chain, and fastened it in place.
"I've had this waiting for you ever since we played. I knew then that one day you'd be mine."
"Thank goodness you waited." Jane moved her leg and admired her jewelry. "And thank goodness Alison decided to learn to dance."
Sean laughed and hugged her tight.
"Ah well, that's something you need to talk to Alison about, but I reckon we'll need to name our firstborn after her."
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