by Stacey Lynn
He didn’t make me wait long. I’d barely gotten my hands clasped behind me when I a door opened and closed from the hallway and his footsteps came near.
“Raise off your heels, Little One.” His command startled me, but I listened without hesitating. Simon didn’t say a word as he reached me, squatted down, and pressed a finger to my clit. “You’re still so wet, sub. How does your ass feel?”
“Full and needy, sir.”
“Perfect then. How was your lunch?”
“I enjoyed Gabby and Haley, sir. They’re very nice.”
His thumb pressed against my chin and he tilted my head. His eyes flickered back and forth between mine. “More secrets, sub?”
I chose the risk of punishment over honesty. No way was I ready to tell him I loved him, despite Gabby’s advice. With a cheeky grin, I answered, “A girl’s gotta have some, sir.”
His lips twitched and then flattened. He was dressed in a simple gray T-shirt, specks of chest hair barely visible from the V-neck. The shirt was tucked into worn and faded jeans, complete with a thick black belt. His hair was messed and his glasses askew like he’d tossed them on in a hurry to get to me. His fingers still on my chin, he removed his other hand from behind his back.
My jaw dropped.
“This is merely a play collar. When we’re together, you’ll wear it. I’ll leash you when I feel it necessary.” He squatted in front of me and my mouth went dry. He took the collar, a black leather band, which seemed pretty simple, perhaps an accessory if we were in public, and held it in front of me. “At some point, I expect your honesty on why you were thinking of Gabby and the collar and leash this morning. I’ll respect your time if you need it, but don’t hide or lie to me, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” My throat was so thick, I had to push the words out. Even then they were still hoarse.
My breath stalled as he reached behind me and clipped the collar to my neck. “Too tight?”
I swallowed, the weight of the leather settled against my throat, and shook my head. “No, sir. It’s fine.”
“Very well.” He clipped the leash to the collar and tugged me forward. I landed on my hands and knees. “Follow me at a distance, keeping the leash taught.” He pulled on it gently, getting my attention. “And when we get to the room, I expect to hear what you’ve chosen.”
“Thank you for allowing me to do so, sir.”
He grinned at me in a way that sent a shock straight to my pussy. “Beautiful, Little Bird. You are absolutely stunning.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Simon
She’d been gone for a mere two hours. I’d been able to concentrate on lessons plans for approximately twenty minutes, hockey film for half that. All the while, my mind continued drifting to Chloe. Her plugged ass, her luscious curves at odds with her tiny stature. The way she teased me and smiled at me and took everything I gave her in a way she’d been made for me.
Chloe was the sub I’d wanted, the kind of sub I’d been searching for since I was first introduced into the BDSM lifestyle in college. I might have made mistakes when I was with Cassie, but I’d learned since then. And while I didn’t want a full-time slave, tasked with the responsibility of making every waking decision for another person like Master Dylan did for Gabby, I was enthralled with the way Chloe responded to seeing Gabby in a collar and leash.
Chloe crawled behind me keeping the tension in the leash firm exactly like I’d asked. I kept my steps slower than necessary, giving her time to allow anticipation to build so high in her it threatened to bubble over. She responded so beautifully, so gracefully to submission there was no doubt that it was ingrained in her marrow as much as her intelligence.
I wanted this woman. And yet, in two more weeks, she was still expecting me to finish her training and hand her off to someone else. I was beginning to doubt my ability to do so when the time came. Her family be damned.
I walked into my playroom and stood off to the side until she came up next to me. She stayed on her hands and knees, looking straight ahead.
“You may kneel. Stay off your knees.” She moved slowly, as if her limbs were already tense or cramped. “You doing okay?”
I tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear. As much as I wanted to take it out of the mess on top of her head and run my hands through it, or grab it while I was fucking her, her thick locks were best pulled back while we played.
“I’m fine, sir.”
Pink spread on her cheeks and her shoulders rolled forward. I tugged on the leash, gathering her attention until she was looking up at me. “How do you feel from the crawling and the leash?”
I would give my right arm to know why she’d brought up Gabby’s collar this morning. While I didn’t doubt her answer, the way she’d hesitated told me she’d chosen her words too carefully to be the full truth. Some subs were humiliated by crawling or being leashed. The collar was one thing, a symbol of ownership. Being tethered to someone else whenever they wanted caused others distress. But there was a significance to it as well, an emotional component of trust and vulnerability difficult for someone as strong as Chloe. That she hadn’t even balked at wearing my collar and leash sent a jolt of lust straight to my dick.
I liked subs for their willingness to hand me their trust with their body for as long as I enjoyed them. A woman on her knees, trusting me with the most private parts of her was an adrenaline-rush all on its own, something not easily found in the vanilla world where dating often seemed like a tug-of-war game with one person fighting for dominance. I’d always hated the game—the coy smiles and games of how soon to send a text or return one or when a date should happen, a kiss or a fuck.
Chloe’s submission was something entirely different than anything I could remember feeling with previous subs. It wasn’t only natural for her, a part of it came easily for her because it was me. It was a heady responsibility.
“I liked it more than I thought I would.”
I arched my brows, waiting for further explanation. Noticing my patience thinning, she continued. “When I get on my knees for you, it helps me get in the right mindset, reminds me everything I’m about to do is for your pleasure. Because it pleases you. Being on my hands and knees, with you leading me, makes that sensation deeper, I think. It reinforces my submission, reminds me I’m here to serve you.”
A flash of her naked, nothing but a collar and a leash at my knees while I watched television flashed into my mind. It was exactly what I wanted. Every time she was in my house, I wanted her there, just like she was now. Perhaps I’d let her nap on blankets at my feet so she was always ready to rise and submit whenever I wanted it.
“Fuck, Chloe.” I groaned and pressed a hand to my crotch. Her eyes followed the movement and a wisp of a grin tilted up one edge of her lips. “Do you know how perfect that response was?”
I had to get a grip. Remind myself what was going on before I fell any further for her. I didn’t need another Reynolds sister messing with my head and heart.
“Did you decide what you wanted today?”
“Gabby suggested the swing, sir.” She regarded the apparatus, tilting her head, considering.
Satisfaction that she’d talked about me, us, and my room and her assignment while with the other subs uncurled in me. The swing would allow me to open her completely, bind her wrists above her head and spread her legs wide open, bent at the knees. She’d be at the perfect position to take my dick deep inside her. Added to the sensation of being suspended in air, her orgasm would be relentless.
“Is that your choice?”
“No. I’d like the table.”
“Very well.” I pulled her leash until she was on her feet, giving her time to stretch her limbs. Unclipping the leash, I folded it together and smacked her ass.
She jumped at the sting and whipped around. “Sir?”
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nbsp; “If you want the table, get on it.”
She took her time, her movements less confident than when she’d crawled to me earlier and presented her ass for me. It revealed her nerves.
I smiled, watching her ass swish back and forth as she walked, the small plug still visible in her. I’d never wanted to claim a woman with the intensity I wanted to proclaim she was mine. “Lie on your back and get comfortable. Scoot to the edge of the table and grab the edges of the table.”
She followed my instructions and when she was situated, I pulled out the stirrups and placed her feet in them, spreading them as wide as the table would allow. Her inner thighs trembled at the stretch and I ran my hands down them, soothing her. “You doing okay?”
A shaking breath left her parted lips. “Yes, sir.”
I ran my fingers through her slick folds, tugging on her labia to get her attention. “Look at you, you’re already dripping for me.”
“Always.” She gasped as I shoved two fingers inside of her. Her hips arched up and her fingers came off the edge of the bed.
“Suck them.”
She wrapped her lips around my fingers and the firm suction pulled my balls tight behind the denim. Damn. This girl. This woman.
When she’d cleaned my fingers, I took them from her mouth and slapped her exposed pussy. She jumped and cried out but I quickly followed it with two more, lighter slaps before she could prepare for them.
“Please, sir,” she mewled. “Please, I need you.”
If only she truly did.
“I’ve been rough with you since I brought you to my home.”
She grinned, and damn, that one look made me want to drop to my knees and serve her. I’d do anything to see her always look at me that way, fully aroused, on edge, and so needy for me she didn’t think she could stand another moment without me.
“This afternoon, I won’t be.”
Her brows drew together and a thick line appeared between her eyes. “Sir?”
Understanding dawned on me. She’d chosen the table precisely because it didn’t require the trust or intimacy of the swing. She wanted me to take her hard, be unrelenting and nothing but a training Dom. Perhaps she needed to put distance between us I knew was necessary. Unfortunately, I didn’t very often give my subs the ability to choose how they were taken. I’d allowed her choice of position and place, but how I took her was my decision.
I quickly changed my already decided game plan and went to the armoire where I grabbed two pairs of furry, playful cuffs. They were more likely used by a bored housewife who wanted to spice up her dull sex life after fifteen years of marriage, but I was going for softness. Closing the hidden drawer filled with clamps and plugs, I chose a satin blindfold before grabbing a condom and returning to the table.
Without warning her, I dropped the end of the table. “What the hell?”
I spanked her inner thigh, not enough to hurt but to warn her.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, sir,” she quickly corrected. “You surprised me.”
“I know. Slide back just until your ass is on the edge of the bed.”
Watching her wiggle in small increments, back and forth until she was in the correct position made me harder. Her toes, curled around the stirrups, were painted a hot pink that made me want to put a clip on the smallest one. It’d be annoying, and just enough pressure to keep her overwhelmed. I’d save it for another day.
“Good girl,” I praised when she was in position. When she thanked me, I held up the cuffs and blindfold.
The confusion on her face earlier faded to disappointment.
“You’ll like this,” I assured her and quickly went to work. “I’ve been too rough with you this weekend and your ass is still pink. You need a break.”
“I trust you, sir.”
Her words were perfect, her tone faltered. It only further confirmed my suspicions. Fuck that. If she wanted distance, she wouldn’t get it. Not from me.
I fixed the cuffs to her wrists and then to the table before I moved to the other side and did the same.
“Are you comfortable?” When she nodded, I grinned at her. “Then let’s put you in the dark.” I lifted the blindfold and her lips parted. Succulent, full pink lips I wanted wrapped around my dick. I wanted to watch her lips stretch around my cock, her eyes grow wet as she took me deep in her throat and her eyes widen when she gagged before I pulled out.
I’d get to that. As soon as I made her come multiple times.
“I like seeing you, sir,” Chloe whispered, her voice on the edge of lust and fear.
“I know you do.”
“You’re taking that away from me.”
For a moment, I frowned. “Are you saying yellow? Remember, I only have as much power as you allow me to have, Chloe. I’ll make everything worth the loss of seeing me.”
She inhaled a breath that pushed her breasts up, her aroused, pink nipples calling to me before she exhaled. “It’s okay, sir. I’m ready.”
I no longer was. Her nipples distracted me and I bent over her, flicked one with my tongue and tugged on the other.
“Oh, crap.” She groaned, arching into me.
I couldn’t stop. The taste of her was addictive. Licking and sucking her nipples deep into my mouth, I worshipped her.
“Someday I’ll put clamps on these and drive you crazy.”
“Please.”
She continued arching, her hips lifting, her back bowing off the table. Her wrists pulled on the cuffs and the metal jangled. I released one nipple from her mouth and pinched both of them, squeezing them between thumb and forefingers. I tugged gently and focused on her response. Her glazed over eyes, the part of her lips as she panted for me. And then I pulled, I lifted her nipples and squeezed them hard until she moaned loudly, like she was close to coming already.
When she was skirting the edge of pain without pleasure, I let them go, and she shifted, moaning as feeling rushed back into the hardened points.
“Holy crap, sir,” she breathed, the hint of ache in her eyes clearing.
I placed the blindfold over her eyes and brushed my lips over her parted ones. “The darkness will heighten everything you feel. Concentrate on me.”
“Always,” she whispered.
I walked back to the edge of the table, between her spread legs. She jumped as my hands covered her knees, goose bumps flared on her legs. I didn’t wait any longer. Her pussy was dripping, the tangy scent of her arousal filling the air. I breathed her in and then I ate her with abandon. Slow, teasing circles around her clit, my fingers gently sliding in and out of her pussy. She was hot and swollen and writhing against the table as much as she could.
“I’m so close.” She gasped.
“Beg me, sub.”
“Please, please Simon, let me come, sir. Please.” She pleaded repeatedly and I continued flicking her clit with my tongue, driving her crazy and when her legs quivered, signaling her orgasm was near, I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit.
Her orgasm took her and she screamed my name, suffusing me with pride. Me. I did this. Another man would never do this to her, not like I could. Just as she began to settle, I moved my fingers from her pussy and tugged on the plug.
“Oh God.” Her head shook back and forth wildly. Her messy, knotted hair burst free.
I dove in again, ate her and teased her, pushing and pulling on the plug until another orgasm started and as she was at the peak of it, fingernails digging into the edge of the bed, I yanked the plug from her, sending her so far into oblivion, I was surprised her screams didn’t shatter glass.
“Hold on,” I told her, pressing my lips to her stomach and up to her breasts. My hands ran up and down her ribs. I fondled her nipples before letting go to slide on my condom.
Sheathed, I kissed her stom
ach more. Her thighs, the inside of her knee down to her calves. I bathed her with my tender kisses because I couldn’t stop memorizing the taste of her and the feel of her.
How in the hell was I ever going to give her up?
I gripped my cock with one hand and placed it at her opening.
“Do you have more in you?”
She shook her head. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her hairline. I liked that. I liked knowing how worked up she got from me. She might have researched the lifestyle, played a bit with her vanilla boyfriends, but I was the first person she surrendered to.
“No. I can’t.”
“You can,” I assured her, pressing the tip of my dick right at her opening. “Trust me to take you there.”
“I always trust you, sir,” she whispered. “Always.”
She’d said that repeatedly. But it always came out sounding like she hated it. Who could blame her? She went into this knowing she already had a crush on me and I was continuing to take everything from her.
But we were equal. As I pushed my dick inside of her, not pausing until I was fully seated before giving her time to adjust to my thickness, the realization hit me.
She’d stolen my heart when I wasn’t looking.
Which really gave me only one option.
I took her slowly. I kneaded her soft round ass with my hands, held her still, and took my time. I didn’t fuck her. She was bound and blindfolded, legs propped on stirrups, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t just fucking her; I was loving her the only way I knew how. I enjoyed every movement, the sight of her, the feel of her. I took everything I could, because in the end, I couldn’t keep her.
When she came again, I plunged deep into her and groaned as my ejaculation filled the condom. She went limp beneath me, her skin flushed and heated as I roamed my hands all over her petite and firm yet perfectly curved body.
Despite my dick screaming at me to choose her, I had to end this. I had to take a gigantic leap backward before we found ourselves in a mess we couldn’t dig out of.