by LK Shaw
I’d just experienced the most powerful orgasm ever. I thought once I’d fucked her this feeling would go away and I’d continue on the initial path of educating a beautiful woman, teaching her the secrets of submission, and molding her into the perfect submissive. Somehow she snuck past my defenses and made me care. Her air of innocence had me wanting to protect her. Even from myself. I had no idea where this would lead, but I knew I needed to be careful and keep her at a distance. I also didn’t want whatever this was to end yet.
I hated to wake her, but it was getting late, and I needed to get her home. I reached out and caressed her arms. “Wake up, little sub.”
She twitched and slowly came awake, struggling to open her eyes. Once she finally gained control and focused, her gaze locked on mine and a sleepy smile spread across her face. I want to wake up to that smile every day. I froze in shock. I shook my head to release the thought. I didn’t need any distractions right now. I needed to remind myself why we were here in the first place.
“I want you to be waiting for me when I arrive home tomorrow. My work keeps me busy, and I am rarely able to eat at home. I’d love a home cooked meal.”
My words had her wide awake now. It took her a second before she was able to respond. I knew those weren’t the first words she expected to come out of my mouth after the experience we’d just had together. “Of course, Sir. Tomorrow’s my half-day at work, so I’ll have plenty of time to prepare, and since I love to cook, I’d be happy to make something for you. Do you have a preference?”
I shook my head. “I’m not picky, so I’ll let you decide. I’ll send you the address. There is a spare key inside the medium sized rock to the right of the bottom step. You may make yourself comfortable until I arrive. I look forward to seeing you in my home.”
We left the club, and I dropped her off at home, anxious for tomorrow. It was obvious she wanted to invite me in. I was glad when she didn’t. I needed to process what had happened tonight when we’d fucked. Because deep down, I knew it had been more than that.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Penny
When Marcus opened the front door, I had placed myself in the position I knew he favored. I sat on my knees in the middle of his living room floor, naked, with butt to my heels and my hands lightly resting on my thighs. My breasts were pushed forward, and my head was slightly bowed while maintaining eye contact with the floor. I thanked God for the years I’d been taking yoga to help me stay in shape and flexible, otherwise, I’d never have been able to get into this position. Without pause, he stepped over to me and ran his fingertips across my shoulders, drawing a shudder from me.
“Well isn’t this a pretty picture.”
“Good evening, Sir.”
Moving his hand to my head, he cupped the side of my head as I leaned slightly into his caress, “Good evening, my sweet little sub. You look exceptionally beautiful today. This is a lovely naked surprise.”
“I wanted to do something extra special for you. As you requested, I made us dinner from a recipe I’ve been meaning to try; it’s warming in the oven.”
“Thank you for that. To reward you for such good behavior, I might have a surprise for you later as well. Come, let’s enjoy our meal.”
Sitting on a pallet on the floor, me still naked, we dined on chicken marsala with baby portabella mushrooms simmered in Marsala wine sauce served over cheesy smashed potatoes topped with Gouda cheese and steamed asparagus. I had paired it with a Chardonnay. As we sat sipping our wine and enjoying the meal, Marcus slipped me a bite from his fork every now and then, and we talked of our day. I told him a funny story that had happened at work with one of the patients coming out of anesthesia, while he had successfully completed an account merger he’d been working on for months. We were both relaxed and comfortable, and I basked in the easiness of his presence. He calmed my spirit, and it scared me to death. Taking a sip of my wine, I mentioned that I had also prepared a special dessert for him. He raised an eyebrow at my use of the word “special”.
“Close your eyes please,” I asked him as I slowly rose from the floor, not checking to see if he’d followed my instructions. I still wasn’t quite comfortable walking around naked in front of him. His closed eyes made it slightly easier. I made my way to the kitchen where I pulled my surprise from the refrigerator. “Keep them closed.” I sat back down and “prepared” his dessert, feeling myself grow more nervous with each passing second. Would I look stupid? Would he laugh when he saw me? After I was finished, I stacked the bowls on the tray with our dinner dishes. Then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, prayed, and told him to open his eyes. Complete and utter silence was not the reaction I expected. The silence was deafening. I couldn’t even hear him breathing. Suddenly, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Utter humiliation washed over me. As I was about the jump up and run to the bathroom to wash off the mess and die of embarrassment, I heard a whoosh of breath leave the man sitting next to me.
“Holy fuck woman. That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Echoing the breath he released, the breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding escaped.
Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the expression on his face. Hunger. His eyes moved up and down my body where I lay on the floor, pausing as he took in the “dessert” I’d prepared for him. I had covered my breasts and sex with whipped cream and drizzled chocolate over both. I couldn’t help being a little cheeky so I’d topped my sex with a cherry.
He leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my head and dipped down, biting the cherry from my mound. He tossed aside the stem and then crushed his mouth against mine, mingling our flavors, and I tasted the cherry on his tongue. Our tongues dueled, and Marcus’ hands moved to caress my cheeks while I reached up and ran my hands through his hair. Inch by slow inch, Marcus began trailing kisses mixed with love bites down my neck, hitting the sensitive spot behind my ear, his scruff tickling me as he went, causing me to moan in pleasure. Farther south, his mouth traveled until he reached my breasts. Taking his time, his mouth encircled my right breast and he licked every ounce of cream and chocolate off of it, savoring every last drop. He moved back up to my mouth where I tasted the chocolate he’d been enjoying. His erection had been pressing against my thigh, and I swear it had gotten bigger with each swipe of his tongue. Not wanting to leave a trace of chocolate, he moved to my left breast and worshipped it with his teeth and tongue. I felt a sharp nip and looked down to see Marcus taking my nipple between his teeth. He tugged and I felt a similar pull deep in my core.
This man knew how to worship a woman’s breasts. Mine had never been that sensitive, but every nibble he took had me arching and close enough to orgasm that if he continued playing with them I’d step over the edge and fly. As though he read my mind, I heard, “I bet I can make you come from making love to your breasts alone. One of these days we’re going to find out.” I shivered in anticipation of that day. After every last drop of chocolate was gone, he kissed my belly. I’d always been self-conscious about my roll, and I almost flinched. I steeled myself before I did.
Marcus must have noticed the tightening of my abdomen because he gazed up at me.
“You are stunning. Everything about you is gorgeous. Every curve…” Kiss. “Every bump…” Kiss. “Every roll…” Kiss.
At this point, I was starting to believe him. With each enunciated kiss, he moved down the swell of my belly until he reached the piece de resistance. Lying on his side with his head propped on his elbow, he scooped up a finger full of whipped cream from my sex, rubbing against my clit during his path and he brought his finger up to my mouth.
“Suck.”
Tentatively, I opened and closed my mouth over his finger and twirled my tongue around gathering up all the sweet cream from it. I thought I tasted myself alongside the cream flavor. I gained more confidence as I sucked and licked away every bit of it. While sucking his finger, I pictured doing the same to his cock. I’d only given a couple of blowjobs
in my life, and they both had left a lot to be desired. I didn’t think it was an experience I wanted to repeat. Until now. I wanted to suck Marcus’ cock. I wanted to taste the musky flavor that was uniquely his. I wanted to take him deep in my mouth, and I wanted to drink down every last drop of his come. Without warning, my body shuddered as a small orgasm raced through me.
“Naughty girl, coming without my permission. What were you thinking about now?”
It took me a moment before I was able to answer. “I was thinking about sucking your cock, Sir, and how good you would taste. I want to please you.”
“You please me more than you know. I would love those lips wrapped around my cock, but not tonight. Now, as much as I’d like to eat this sweet cream from your even sweeter pussy, I have other plans for that pussy tonight. Go take a shower while I clean up down here. I’ll join you shortly.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Penny
After a hot shower, I found myself alone in Marcus’ room. Even though I had arrived long before he had, I kept my visit to the kitchen and living room. I couldn’t bring myself to explore the upstairs, especially his bedroom. It would have been wrong somehow being in here without him. Wrapped in a towel, I surveyed my surroundings and took in the room that had the markings of a bachelor.
The room was masculine in its entirety. The ceiling was recessed and made of medium shaded wood paneling, with the four walls a basic eggshell color. One of the walls housed double doors, which opened to the full walk-in closet. The opposite wall drew my complete attention. Covering almost the entire wall was a giant gilt-framed mirror. The only space on the wall that the mirror didn’t cover was the door leading out into the rest of the house, a door that Marcus had just stepped through. He still wore his dessert-covered shirt. It did appear as though he’d tried to wipe some of it off. We stared at each other for several heartbeats, arousal thick between us. I would never get tired of looking at this man. He was beauty personified with his piercing green eyes and sensuous lips I wanted to spend hours kissing.
“Thank you for letting me use your shower. As much fun as the food play was earlier, it’s much better being clean.”
“You are welcome to anything in my home, Sweetness. As long as I am training you and you belong to me, you may have full reign of the house.”
My heart cracked a little at his words. I recognized I was emotionally attached to this man and knowing that our time together had an expiration date made my heart ache. I knew from the start that if I let myself feel too much, I’d end up with a broken heart. I didn’t realize it would happen this soon. Shaking off my heartache, I smiled at him and before I stopped myself, my feet propelled me forward until I was toe to toe with him. It wasn’t until I reached him that I noticed he had an insulated ice bucket in his hand, similar to one used to chill a bottle of wine. “What’s that for?”
“You’ll see,” he said as he reached out for me. He yanked on the towel wrapped around me, and with only a little resistance, I let it fall to the floor. He took my hand and led me to the tall, four-poster, king-sized bed that dominated the middle of room. At the foot of the bed rested a cedar chest covered with a checkered brown, sateen fabric. Covering the bed was a plush down comforter, its outer border a bluish gray color with a color block square of brown and cream in the middle. Six pillows adorned the head of the bed with three large cream pillows stacked side by side behind three smaller brown pillows. Marcus directed me to climb up on the bed. Lying on my back, I wondered where this night would lead to next. I watched as he reached into the bedside table and pulled out several cords made of black silk.
“Give me your hands.”
Trustingly, I stretched my arms forward. Tying a loose knot around my wrists with the cords, he then secured each of my arms to the top two posters with the remaining length of cord. He pulled my legs up one by one so they were bent toward my chest. Using extra long lengths of the cords, my legs were also bound to the posts with the cord behind my knees to keep me open and exposed to his heated gaze. I was vulnerable and completely at his mercy. I knew my safe word, but was reluctant to use it. I wanted everything he was offering.
“It’s awkward being the only naked one, Sir. Please don’t make me suffer alone in my nakedness any longer. I want to see you.”
Marcus shook his head then lay down next to me. He propped himself up on his elbow and cradled his head in his hand. He idly played with my nipples, tweaking first the right, then the left, my body shuddering under his touch.
“Not yet, Sweetness. Fuck, you look gorgeous tied to my bed. I’ve pictured this at least a dozen times already as I watch you begging me to let you come. I want you to focus on feeling instead of thinking. You’re always inside your head. I need you out here with me.” He sat up, turning slightly as he reached for something behind him. As he turned back to me, I noticed a royal blue silk cloth in his hand. Before I guessed his intentions, he leaned toward me, placed the cloth over my eyes, and tied it behind my head. “This will help you focus on feeling my touch. Remember to let me know if your arms or legs start going numb, and I’ll loosen the bonds. But for now, I want every part of you open for my exploration. Not a single inch of your body will go untouched tonight.” He punctuated this by sliding his hands up my calves toward my core.
Without warning hot, wet heat engulfed my breast. My back arched toward the source and a breath of air escaped my lips. “Oh God, Marcus.” A sharp pinch to my nipple had me flinching in pain.
“You will address me properly, sub.”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I just need…” was all I said before he interrupted me.
“You need what I tell you. Now be a good little sub and feel.”
He suckled my breasts again. I became so focused on the pulling of my nipples that I didn’t realize his hand moved further up the length of my leg until a sharp pinch to my clitoris jerked me to attention. Immediately, two fingers were thrust into my pussy as Marcus began to flick my clit with his thumb. My breath caught at the penetration.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“You like that. But you need more don’t you?” It wasn’t a question as he continued pistoning his long fingers in and out of my wetness, this time adding a third finger. Moans of pleasure came from me. Tension spread through my body, when out of nowhere, spasms raced through me as I reached my peak, and I tightened on Marcus’ fingers that continued to fuck me and draw every shudder out of me. I don’t know if I passed out, but I slowly came back to awareness. I knew I was still bound to the bed. Other than that, I was lost to my surroundings.
“I love watching you come,” came the whisper from beside me. “And we’re just getting started.” I heard a noise I didn’t recognize. “You’re so hot, I think you need something to cool you off,” was all the warning he gave before a bite of cold spread across my lips. So that’s what the ice bucket was for. Back and forth across my lips, he rubbed the ice as it slowly melted into my partially open mouth. I followed the water with my tongue and licked it up as it melted away. His hand left my mouth and a shiver ran down my spine as another ice cube rubbed across my nipple.
“Marcus…Sir,” burst from my lips. When I didn’t think I could take the almost painful cold, the hot cavern of his mouth joined the ice cube and the combination surrounding my breast made me writhe in ecstasy. I heard more noise, and more ice was pressed to my throbbing clit. “Fuck. Fuck. I can’t take any more.”
He ignored me as up and down, from slit to clit, Marcus rubbed the ice over me. I struggled against the silk cords. As with my breasts, the heat of his mouth overlapped the cold of the ice. He added his mouth to the mix by nipping and sucking on my clit. Repeatedly, he alternated ice then heat until another powerful orgasm raced through me. I screamed his name as I arched off the mattress.
“You’re so beautiful,” he lovingly told me as I languished in his bed after the two most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. He controlled everything about my body, and I was powerless against him.
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br /> “God, the things I let you do to me,” I gasped, still twitching from my release.
“Sweetness, this is just the beginning,” he laughed softly.
Groaning, I twisted in my bonds. After removing my blindfold, Marcus unbound my arms and legs and checked them over for abrasions. He questioned me to make sure I had no numbness or tingling, to which I answered in the negative.
“Turn over onto your belly.”
Lazily, I turned over, and he grabbed one of the large cream pillows from the bed, stuffed it under my hips, effectively raising my ass in the air. With my head turned to the side facing the mirror, I observed us as though we were two actors performing in a play. It didn’t feel real that I was one of the actors on the stage. I watched as Marcus slowly began undressing. First, he removed his dress shirt, button by button, before tossing it over the arm of the midnight blue armchair that sat next to the French doors that opened into the large master bath I’d recently exited. Muscles flexed in his arms and chest, as inch by inch, he peeled the undershirt over his head, exposing the most amazing set of abs to ever grace a man’s body. I continued to lay there, mesmerized by the strip show he was unwittingly performing for me. He kicked off his shoes before slowly unbuckling his pants. He knew I was watching in anticipation. I loved his cock and I was desperate to see it again. It had seemed like a lifetime ago since I’d felt him plunging into my depths.
In the blink of an eye, he removed his pants, and they also met with the arm of the chair. It was impossible not to lick my lips as I took in his glorious length. Surrounded by neatly groomed hair, his cock bobbed up and down as pre-cum leaked from its head. I licked my lips again wishing he was close enough for me to lap up his essence. Moving to the bed, I watched in the mirror as he climbed up and sat straddling my backside, his cock lying perfectly in the crease of my ass. He reached over me and into the same bedside table that had contained the cords he had used to tie me with and pulled out a small jar. Marcus opened the jar, and scents of bergamot, coriander, and orange peel wafted from inside. The soft scent filled the room with its fragrance. Marcus dipped his fingers in the jar and coated them with the oil.