by Blue Kincaid
He came around the bed to climb in beside her, a smile curving his lips when she immediately seemed to sense him and gravitated into his space, up against him until they were entangled and Bas brushed a kiss to her forehead.
She was his for now, at least. He’d have to let her go eventually, but before he did, he was going to make damn sure that she was ready.
Even if he wouldn’t be.
Chapter Ten
“I want to talk about limits.”
Drew’s eyes widened, turning away from the playroom table covered in ropes and such. “What kind of limits?”
Bas took her hand and led her over to the couch, drawing her down to sit. “Yours. Just as important as safewords are limits, and being sure your Dom knows what yours are. Do you know why?”
That seemed obvious. “So he’ll know what to avoid.”
“Not necessarily. It depends on what kind of limit. There are soft limits – ones that give you pause or maybe scare you some but you might eventually be open to trying if the situation is right. And then there are hard limits, which, yes, are to be avoided at all costs.” He rubbed his thumb across her palm, sending shivers up her arm. “A good Dom honors your hard limits, but also knows when to push and stretch the soft ones, to help you grow, to experience new things, to strengthen your trust and your bond.”
Drew shook her head with a smile. “It seems like being a Dom is a lot of work. I always just thought it was being in charge and giving orders and having lots of rough sex, but…it’s very complicated, the mental aspect.” She hadn’t expected that, not at all.
“It can be. But it’s worth it, too. The pride of watching my submissive grow and bloom under my hand, guiding her and helping her become stronger and to know herself better…it’s my favorite part of it, honestly. Beyond the ropes and the physical pleasure and the control.”
She wondered how many other women he’d led down this path, how many had learned to be the perfect submissive under his tutelage? It was stupid to be jealous, but she couldn’t really help it, either. She didn’t want to think about it, so she shifted her focus. “So…limits?”
He nodded. “Yes. Tell me yours.”
Wow. She’d never even thought about it. She nibbled on the side of her thumb, thinking. “Well…I don’t like pain. Not really. I, um…I liked it when you spanked me, but the whole whip and flogger and whatnot thing is way too much for me. Definite limit.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Soft, I think. Can limits change? What if someday somebody does more than just spank me and I realize I definitely don’t like pain? It’d be a hard limit then.”
“It can definitely change. Nothing is set in stone unless you say it is. As always, little one, you hold the power. You change the rules if you want.” He laughed suddenly. “I see your eyes light up at that. Never suspected you’d be calling the shots at the end of the day, did you?”
Drew gave him a sidelong look. “I don’t think it counts when you’re so freaking gorgeous all you have to do is, like, look at me to make me do whatever you want.”
Bas laughed, arm sliding around her waist and she found herself straddling his thighs a second later. Lord, he was overwhelming. “Is that so? And what if I said I wanted to push that soft limit of yours and see how well you like a little pain right here and now? Since you brought it up…”
She couldn’t really explain her reaction to his suggestion. Part of her froze and said NO loud and clear, but another part whimpered a little and wondered if it’d be as sexy as some people seemed to think it was. Still, she hesitated. “I brought it up, but…I only said I might be willing to try it someday. I don’t know…”
Bas slid his hand up to cup the back of her head, drawing her in for a slow kiss. “When you don’t know, little treasure, that is when you trust your Dom to know – and trust him to not push you too far. Do you?”
It was impossible to resist him when he used that soft, husky tone, his mouth a breath from her own, every cell in her body craving closer contact with him. She’d find a way to yank down the moon and present it to him if that was what he wanted and asked for it in that tone.
“Yes. I do.”
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected him to do, but when he turned her forward over his knee, Drew had to admit she was surprised. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. “Um…but I already know I like spanking.”
His big hand smoothed over her upturned ass, squeezing a bit and making her blush. “I know. It’s a taste of discomfort that you already like, so we’re going to start with that. A little risk-free warm-up to bigger things.”
That made sense. Lord, she was shaking inside, stomach jumping wildly as Bas slid his hand under her to pop the button on her jeans and lower the zipper before slowly peeling them and her panties down around her thighs. She closed her eyes, breathing shallow and her entire body tense with anticipation.
“Give me your hands.”
She mewled softly, but obeyed, reaching around behind her to place both hands into one of his. He closed his long fingers around her wrists, immobilizing them at the small of her back, leaving his other hand free. Before she could build up another deep breath of tension and anxiety, his palm cracked across her ass in an explosion of stinging sparks.
It couldn’t even truly be called pleasure, not the kind that came from his mouth on her clit or his cock filling her up, but another kind of the same sensation…a cousin to pleasure rather than the identical twin.
She held her breath, then on the second crack let it out along with a short little cry she couldn’t keep in. He didn’t like her holding back her sounds, anyway, so she let them come, little yelps and whimpers and a hiss of pain as his palm connected with the same spot twice, increasing the sting to the point of a burn.
After what seemed like a long time but was probably no more than ten minutes, Bas released her hands and turned her onto her back on the couch. She was a bit foggy by then and unsure what he was doing, but he only stripped her jeans and panties down and off, tossed aside her sweater and bra and then lifted her into his arms. She clung to him and didn’t say anything as he then stood her, back against the wall and stretched her arms up and out to bind them expertly to a pair of widespread hooks.
Her heart raced, adrenaline washing away the warm cloud of haze the spanking had settled over her and her breath quickened, watching him slowly unbuckle the belt he wore and draw it through the loops. Oh god. Oh god.
“Are you alright?” he asked, and she wasn’t sure how to answer it. “Drew?”
She didn’t want to let him down, she really didn’t. It brought up too many unpleasant memories, but she met his eyes and shook her head. “I don’t want to. I think maybe it’s not a soft limit after all.” She cringed inwardly, holding her breath, waiting for him to sigh in disappointment and maybe decide she wasn’t worth training after all if she couldn’t even let him hurt her a little.
Instead, he smiled and let the belt drop to the floor as he stepped up to her and cupped her face in one hand. “I thought that might be the case. Thank you for saying so rather than continuing.”
She relaxed immediately, head tilting into his hand. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be. Pain isn’t my thing, either, really. And you can’t ever find out what your kinks are if you don’t experiment. That’s what we’re doing right now, experimenting, exploring. There’s nothing wrong with deciding that one of the paths you wandered down isn’t one you want to continue on and just turning around.”
She bit her lower lip. “Now what, then?”
Bas’s hands slid up her arms and simultaneously untied her wrists. “Now we try something I think will be a little more up your alley.”
Anticipation filled her as Bas took her hand. “Up my alley meaning what?”
“Meaning something we both already know you like.” He nodded to the couch. “Wait here, I have to finish setting a couple things up.” He dropped a kiss on her lips and then d
isappeared out the playroom door.
She was terribly curious, but didn’t want to disobey him or ruin whatever plan he had, so she sat down and waited. Luckily, he wasn’t gone long enough for her to get all worked up with nerves, returning with a robe – his, she thought – that he wrapped around her.
“I don’t understand…”
“You will,” he murmured. Then took her hand and led her out of the playroom. She half-expected a trip to the bedroom, but he made a detour and her eyes widened as he led her to the front door.
“Wait…wait, what?” She tensed, gasping when he opened the door and tugged out into the hallway, ignoring the way she dug her heels in and tried to slow him down. “Sebastian!” she whispered, heart pounding.
He just chuckled and gave her hand a squeeze. “I remember you admiring the rooftop garden – ‘as long as there are blankets and a big Viking to keep me warm’, isn’t that what you said? “ He lifted a brow. “I believe I’ve met your criteria.”
Oh god, she had said that, hadn’t she? She gasped a little as the cold hit her face and her bare toes as Bas stepped outside and gently pulled her along with him. Ohhh…but it was hard to even mind the cold when she realized it was snowing lightly, flakes dusting his hair and the warm robe around her. “What about your neighbors, though? What if someone comes up here?”
Bas just grinned and scooped her up, carrying her over to the spot he’d prepared next to a big bubbling hot tub, a nest of blankets and throw pillows underneath an awning beside it. “Yes, what if they do?”
It was the same feeling she’d had that first night up against his living room windows, except multiplied. Out in the open, naked under the robe, her heart raced and adrenaline flooded her veins. It was intoxicating and she shivered – not from the cold – as Bas set her on her feet amidst the blankets and pillows, pulling her into his arms.
“How does it feel, wanton girl?”
“Cold,” she teased, turning her face into his neck and laughing at the way he jolted at the feel of her cold nose against his skin. “See?”
“I have a cure for that, I think.” He nodded to the hot tub next to them and Drew lifted her head, eyes widening.
“You…you want to go in? It’s twenty degrees out!”
“And the water is a toasty one-hundred degrees.” He took a step back from her then, hands going to his waist and she held her breath as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. Suddenly she wasn’t nearly as cold as before. “Of course, if you don’t want to join me…” He let the words trail off as he reached behind his head to tug off his shirt.
She’d never met a man so beautiful. Broad shoulders and lean, strong muscles defining every inch of his torso. His jeans gaped open, allowing her gaze to follow the thin trail of hair down his abdomen to what she knew to be the promised land. Her mouth watered and it took all she had to not drop to her knees and pull his cock free.
“You’re evil,” she breathed, teeth catching her lower lip.
“Maybe. Come on, little treasure. Do I have to make it an order?” He shucked his jeans down his long legs and stepped out of them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of snug white boxer briefs, his cock a hard, thick outline under the thin fabric.
She shook her head, tugging the tie on the robe she wore loose. “No. I want to.” He made her want crazy things, including skinny-dipping in a hot tub on a rooftop in February. She smiled, shrugging out of the thick fleece. “Tell me it’s sanitized, though,” she laughed, eyeing the hot tub.
He climbed in and sank down in the steaming, bubbling water, holding his hand out. “It is. I made sure. No one’s used it for months, but when you mentioned maybe wanting to come out here, I made sure management had it cleaned and readied, just in case. Now come on, before you catch your death out there.”
Snowflakes drifted to land on her skin as she darted out from under the awning and climbed the steps into the jacuzzi, letting out a sigh of pleasure as the deliciously hot water enveloped her and chased the chill away. There was something very decadent about the feeling of being outside, in a hot tub, naked.
Bas crooked his finger and her heart raced as she answered that silent summons by drifting across to straddle his thighs, arms slipping around his neck. He didn’t say anything, just drew her in and took her lips in a slow, devastating kiss. Drew swore she could kiss him for the rest of her life and she’d never get tired of it. That was a dangerous thought.
When the kiss broke, she shifted a little bit closer, breasts against Sebastian’s chest. “What is it you plan to do with me out here, Bas? What lesson are we on now?”
His big hands slid down her back under the water, curving over her bare ass. Their eyes met. “No more lessons tonight…just me and you.” He cupped her cheek, thumb stroking along her skin. “Is that alright with you?”
As if he thought maybe she wouldn’t want to spend time with him when he wasn’t teaching her. Her heart thumped, twisting a little and she leaned in to brush her lips to his, fingers threading into his hair. “It’s more than alright, Sebastian. So…this is sort of like a date?” she smiled, liking that idea very much.
His hands under the water tightened on her ass, gently rocking her against the hard length of his cock through his underwear. His smile was wicked. “Maybe not a first date, but yeah…a date. Sorry I didn’t get you flowers,” he teased.
She laughed and circled her hips against him, her clit rubbing along his shaft, sending shockwaves through her. “I think I’ll forgive you…as long as you promise to give me something else…” She let that sentence trail off, loving the way his eyes lit up, made even bluer by the faint blue tint of the Jacuzzi lights.
“Anything you want. Any damn thing you want, sweetheart.”
Oh, he shouldn’t make offers like that, because if she could have anything she wanted, she’d use some of his rope on him and tie him to her for always. So he could never send her away with some chivalrous idea that he’d prepared her for the man she was supposed to be with – because she was pretty sure he was the man she was supposed to be with.
Since she couldn’t say any of that out loud, not yet, Drew settled for a kiss. One deep enough, possessive enough, full of enough emotion to maybe give him a tiny taste of what she felt for him. How a man could become the focus of her obsession so quickly, so thoroughly, she didn’t know – but Bas had done it.
Now she wanted to prove to him that she wasn’t a clueless noob in some areas. Maybe in his world of ropes and collars and submissives and Masters, but tonight she wasn’t his trainee sub and he wasn’t her super-hot teacher – he was Bas, she was Drew and she could hold her own with a man on those everyday grounds. She wanted to try, anyway.
Her hands slid down his chest as their tongues tangled, fingers trailing his hard abs, down to the edge of his boxer-briefs. She toyed with the fabric there for a second, then slid one hand down the front to close on his cock, grinning against his mouth when he groaned loudly and jolted against her. He growled at her soft laugh, teeth tugging her lower lip in an admonishment she didn’t heed one bit. She liked making him react and if she could, she’d do it over and over again.
She shifted back a bit in his lap, enough to tug down the front of his underwear to free his cock so she could move her hand better, meeting his eyes when their kiss broke. “I love touching you,” she whispered.
His hands flexed on her ass and he groaned, nodding. “I’m a fan, too,” he laughed breathlessly as she gave his length a tight, squeezing stroke. “Fuck, Drew, you’re not even gonna buy me dinner first?”
She laughed, happiness bubbling up in her. “Oh, I don’t know, I got the feeling you were an easy lay.” She yelped when he nipped her jaw sharply, a stinging little reprimand that, like before, she didn’t take to heart at all. She’d never felt so free with a man. No tension, no stress, no anxiety wondering if he liked what she was doing, if he liked her, none of that. Just arousal and happiness and a giddy sort of feeling that she wanted never to end.
His fingers were wicked on her clit, flicking and rubbing in the same rhythm she stroked his cock and if they didn’t stop they were both going to come without actually getting to the sex.
Drew couldn’t think of a single bad thing about that idea. It was sort of naughty, actually, like when she was a teenager and she’d sit in the very back of the movie theater with her boyfriend and they’d go as far as they could in those two hours. This reminded her of that, the rush of the possibility of being seen, the sense of the forbidden as they struggled a little awkwardly to get each other off, the need to stay quiet when every cell in her body wanted to scream with pleasure.
Their breaths panted together and she whimpered against his mouth, while he groaned and sipped at her lips, his hips bucking up into her stroking hand. More than her own pleasure, though, she wanted to watch him come for her. He was so breathtakingly beautiful, eyes closed, head tilted back, his lashes obscenely long against his cheekbones – Drew suddenly wished she was an artist or something, because if she were she’d draw him just like this, caught up in pleasure she gave him.
He seemed to sense her focus, and after a few minutes his hands slid down along her thighs, touching and stroking but no longer trying to get her off with him. There’d be time for that later and she was positive Bas wouldn’t rest until she’d come twice in exchange for his one orgasm. Right then all she wanted was to please him.