I shivered from both his touch and his praise. I thought I would feel uneasy or embarrassed to be kneeling nude in front of Gareth, but I wasn't. I felt comfortable and safe with this man I barely knew. It made no sense to me, but I happily embraced it because it felt so right, like this was where I belonged.
"We haven't discussed hard limits yet, so I'll keep this simple for now." I glanced up and gave him a questioning look. "Hard limits are things you won't do, so I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you before I do it." He bent down and just barely touched his lips to my ear as he spoke. "And you can decide if you'll let me," he whispered seductively. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I replied automatically, feeling desperately turned on.
He straightened again. "Remember, if you use your safeword everything stops, so I expect you to use it immediately if you need to." He eyed me closely. "I'm trusting you to do that, just like you're trusting me to honor your safeword." His tone was serious and intense, stressing the importance of his words.
"I will, Gareth," I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.
"Good." He nodded. "Now, eyes down and don't move."
He turned and walked away as I followed his orders. I watched his feet stop in front of his nearby dresser. I heard a drawer open and the jingling of what sounded like metal chains. Fear fluttered up inside me, and my breathing spiked as I stared resolutely at the soft carpet in front of me, determined to obey Gareth and not look up. I watched his feet turn toward me.
"Malory, look at me," he said in a soothing tone.
I looked up and saw that he was holding two black leather cuffs with short chains attached to them. I shivered in equal parts trepidation and excitement as I stared at them dangling from his hands. It was disconcerting. Shouldn't I be running for the hills right now?
"Eyes on mine, Malory," Gareth snapped out demandingly.
I met his eyes, and his calm confidence captured my gaze and bolstered me. The fear ebbed away, and the excitement swelled inside me.
"I'm not putting these on your wrists tonight, Malory. You're not ready for that," he announced reassuringly. Was it wrong that sudden disappointment fell over me? His eyes glittered with amusement. Oh yeah, he noticed my reaction.
I watched him buckle each cuff together. He turned and attached each several feet apart on two of the eye bolts on the canopy, then looked down at me.
"Stand up." He motioned with his hand, and I complied. "I want you to grab the cuffs with your back to me."
I stepped closer to the bed and reached up, slipping my fingers into the soft leather cuffs and gripping them firmly. I felt vulnerable and unbelievably turned on as I stood spread eagle for Gareth. My breathing and heart rate spiked.
Gareth came up behind me and pressed his warm naked body against my back. I sighed in delight. It felt so good as his skin slid against mine, his erection pressing against my ass insistently. His hands glided around my waist and up to my breasts. He cupped them in his palms and squeezed.
"Have you ever been spanked for erotic pleasure, Malory?" he growled into my ear, his warm breath tickling across my sensitive skin. "Have you ever had your ass turned bright fucking red by a man?"
His fingers found my nipples and rolled them roughly, pulling and twisting at my tender flesh. I shivered as the exquisite pleasure/pain sent a zing of lust shooting down to my clit, making it throb.
"N...no, sir," I whispered shakily.
"Do you want me to do that to you?" He pulled at my nipples and squeezed them until I arched my back and mewled softly.
"Y...yes, s...sir," I stuttered out breathlessly between gasps for air.
"Good girl," he whispered harshly. "I'm going to push you to your limits, beautiful, but the payoff is going to blow you away. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir," I managed to reply firmly.
God, I wanted this more than anything. I wanted to please him and see where his control could take me. I was filled with heady relief like I'd never known, all my worries and stress a distant memory as I let it all go. I closed my eyes and breathed out in a cathartic rush as I gave myself over to Gareth completely.
"That's it," he murmured in approval, because of course he noticed immediately what just happened. He seemed to unerringly notice everything. "Let go, Malory. I'll take care of you."
I swear I heard a flutter of emotion in his tone that held a deeper meaning, but the thought slithered away before I could process it. He stepped back then, taking his warmth away, and I sighed with loss.
"Hold on to the cuffs and don't let go," he said sharply, "because if you do, everything stops."
I tightened my grip on the leather cuffs, noticing that they were lined with soft lambskin. I longed to know what they felt like on my wrists, but I trusted Gareth to know I wasn't ready for that.
Gareth stepped up close to my left side. I could feel his erection brush against my outer thigh. His left hand came to rest on the front of my pelvis. I shivered and wiggled my hips in the hopes that he'd move lower.
"Have I told you I have a thing for redheads?" Gareth asked softly in my ear. "And particularly ones with freckles." He placed a warm open mouth kiss to my shoulder, his tongue swirling over the light swath of freckles there. "So damn sexy." His hand slid down closer to my sex, his fingers sifting gently through the soft trimmed hair there. "The strawberry blond down here is sexy too," he murmured huskily in my ear. His fingers traveled farther down to slide between the soaked folds of my pussy. He let out a shuddering breath. "Your cunt is so fucking wet, beautiful." A finger slid inside me, and I whimpered with need. His filthy words were unbelievably erotic. "And so damn tight." His finger thrust in and out slowly, and pleasure poured over me, making me feel limp and languid.
Suddenly, Gareth's other hand came down on my left cheek with a loud slapping sound. I cried out in surprise as stinging pain blossomed where he'd struck me. Immediately, he massaged his palm gently across the area, soothing the hot sting and turning it into warm rapture.
"Oh, oh..." I moaned out. "Oh God, Gareth."
He chuckled softly. "Did you like that?" he asked warmly. "Do you want more?"
"Yes, oh yes, sir," I whispered needily.
He immediately spanked my other cheek. I jerked and gasped as he pushed his finger deeper into me. His palm massaged away the pain again. My skin felt hot and ultra sensitive as his fingers glided across my flesh. It felt so good, and a long deep moan poured out of me.
"Good girl," Gareth murmured close to my ear, his tone heated and amused. "Now grip those cuffs tight, Malory." His voice dropped and took on a dark undertone. "The warm-up is over." He pulled his finger out of my sex and flattened his hand over my pubic bone. "What's your safeword?"
"B...bourbon, sir," I answered automatically in a soft breathy voice.
"And when will you use it?" he asked demandingly.
"If...if I need to stop."
"Very well," he growled out.
A second later his palm landed across both ass cheeks in a loud stinging blow. I yelped and barely caught myself before I let go of the leather cuffs. He rubbed the pain away yet again, sending warm liquid pleasure oozing through my entire body. My clit throbbed, and I could feel my juices dripping onto my inner thighs. Holy crap, I was unbelievably aroused.
His left hand slid down, and his fingers unerringly found my clit. He rubbed and pressed into it in small firm circles, and I could feel a release immediately start to build in my core. It wouldn't take much for him to send me over, and I braced for the explosion. I should have known it wasn't going to be that easy.
He stopped just as I was on the verge, and I was left wanting and needing. I whimpered in disappointment. He chuckled darkly, and spanked me again even harder. He soothed the pain away as his fingers stimulated my clit once more. He took me right to the edge and then left me hanging yet again. This time there was no hiding the irritation in my whine of frustration.
"Feel free to beg, beautiful," he suggested
in wry amusement.
"Please," I moaned out immediately. "Oh, please, sir."
"That's my good girl. You beg so sweetly." He chuckled again. "Not that it will do you any good."
I let out a whine that was equal parts desperation and annoyance since part of me wanted to slap him. It was cut short when the next blow landed across both my ass cheeks. And so it continued, one loud slap after another across my ass, followed every time by clitoral stimulation that never got me where I wanted to go.
I lost all concepts of time and reality as Gareth played my body like he owned it, as if he'd always known it was his, every touch intimate and proprietary. He expertly held me on the knife's edge, teetering on the brink of release. So close yet so far from bliss. I felt strung tight, my entire body a bow string about to snap. My grip on the cuffs began to weaken, and I was afraid I would lose my grip before I got what I so desperately needed.
Finally, after one last body rocking slap, his fingers pushed down hard on my clit, the pressure firm and sure. I blew apart in an instant as fiery pleasure like I'd never known coursed through every inch of my body. I convulsed and shook as it immolated me. Gareth's harsh growl of satisfaction vibrated against me where our bodies touched. I felt my hands relax and lose their grip on the leather cuffs. I whimpered, afraid I'd ruined everything as I collapsed into Gareth's arms in the wake of my release.
"Good girl," he cooed as he scooped me up. "You did so well, beautiful. It's time for your reward." Relief rushed over me with his approval.
He laid me on the bed in a slack pile of limbs. I vaguely registered the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open, and then Gareth was above me. I was so wet that he slipped inside me in one hard fluid motion that set me off again as he hit bottom. My pussy clenched and grabbed at his cock, spasming and gripping around him until he was snarling and shaking as he fought for control.
When my orgasm finally subsided, he wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and shifted his body upwards until his pelvis rested directly above mine. He lifted his hips and pistoned straight down into me, his pubic bone slamming into my clit. I saw stars as I came again in a blinding rush. He pulled out, his cock rubbing across my swollen nub and keeping me flying.
He began pumping up and down, his cock drilling down into me again and again, each thrust hitting my clit. One orgasm after another wracked my body with wave after wave of pleasure. I screamed and wailed continuously as Gareth growled and groaned above me, his grip around my shoulders holding me tight against his chest. Finally, when I didn't think I could take much more, Gareth thrust deeply into me once more and stilled. With a shout, his body convulsed violently above me, his cock jerking and spasming inside me as he came in a devastating torrent that swept us both away.
Nothing ever felt like this. No man had ever done anything like this to me before. I was ruined for any other man now, and as I was consumed and overwhelmed by our mutual pleasure, I had the terrifying revelation that maybe it was because I'd been waiting for this man for my entire life.
11
GARETH
I glanced down at my phone where it sat on the long bench next to me and saw that I'd gotten another text from Malory. I smiled as I unwrapped the athletic tape from my hands while sitting in the locker room after the Muay Thai class I'd just taught. Malory and I had been exchanging texts for several days now. It started out as me checking up on her after her first time being my submissive, and making sure she was doing okay. Some people had a hard time accepting their submissive natures when they discovered them, especially strong women like Malory. It was my responsibility as a Dom to make sure she was dealing with the possible emotional backlash.
However, somewhere along the way our conversations had morphed into a sexually charged sarcastic banter that amused me and turned me on to no end. Her intelligence and wry sense of humor were refreshing and different than any other woman I'd spent time with. I couldn't wait to see her when we agreed to hook-up again on Saturday.
I was still reeling from our sexual encounter two days later, and I couldn't wait to do it again. She was a natural submissive. It came easy to her, and dominating her had been an amazing experience. The sex had been mind-blowing, and I ended up jerking off in the shower the last two mornings to thoughts of the feel and taste of her soft ivory skin, and the way my cock fit like a glove inside her. I couldn't get the noises she made while I fucked her out of my damn head. I'd been in a state of semi-arousal almost constantly since Tuesday.
I'd been hard-pressed to leave after I dropped her off at home after our first time together Tuesday night since we both had to work the next morning. I couldn't let her stay the night. We had clear cut roles, and I didn't want to muddy them by sleeping next to her, no matter how much I wanted to hold her. It was just a natural reaction to the incredible sex, and nothing more. I couldn't do a relationship with her or anyone. I had to be careful not to give her the wrong idea here.
I pulled the last of the tape off my hand and scooped my phone up off the bench to read Malory's text.
This workweek is going to crap. Why did I choose an office job? Please tell me you intend to make me forget all about it on Saturday...
I smirked devilishly. She had no idea. I'd barely scratched the surface of what I could do to her.
Beautiful, you're not going to remember your own name by the time I'm done with you. You better get enough sleep before Saturday. It's going to take me all night to do what I have planned...
I sent the text then set my phone down just as the locker room door burst open, and Derek walked in. He came over and plopped down on the bench next to me with a beleaguered sigh. "Those kids were like herding cats tonight." He shook his head in exasperation. "Remind me why I help you teach this class again? My own kids couldn't even manage to focus."
Derek's twin nine-year-old boys were a handful for Derek on a good day. Today they'd been rowdy and mouthy, and I'd had to pause the class and step in a few times to back Derek up when he reprimanded them.
"Where are they now?" I asked since the boys hadn't followed their father through the door.
"Thea's having a discussion with them about respect and manners," he answered with a wry smirk.
"Damn," I replied with a wince. "That should straighten them out."
"No one can administer an attitude adjustment like my Thea," Derek added with a proud smile.
My phone chimed with another text. Derek glanced down at the screen.
"Who's Malory?" His brow furrowed as he looked closer at the screen.
I flashed a hand out to grab my phone, but Derek beat me to it and snatched it up. He leaned away and held it out of my reach.
"And why is she texting 'yes, sir ' to you?" He was grinning maniacally.
"Give that back, you bastard," I growled out as I tried to wrest it away from him. "It's none of your damn business."
"Oooo," he said salaciously as he scrolled back through my texts with my phone at arm's length. "Looks like someone's planning one a hell of a Saturday night."
I lunged forward and ripped the damn phone away from him with a stony glare. "I said, it's none of your fucking business," I said in a low threatening tone.
"Chill the fuck out, man," he snapped back. "I was just curious and I was messing with you." His eyes narrowed irritably. "What's the big deal?"
I sighed and deflated guiltily. "Sorry," I said apologetically, feeling like I owed him some sort of explanation. "She's just a new sub."
"Alright," he said. He pursed his lips for a moment as his eyes turned thoughtful. "What happened to Daphne? I thought you said she was the perfect sub."
Derek was aware of my proclivity for unconventional sex. He was the one who turned me on to BDSM after my divorce, since he and Thea were in the lifestyle already. Ryan would never have gone for anything like that. Well, maybe if she was the Domme instead. I almost shuddered at that horrifying thought.
"She's a gold-digging cunt and good riddance to her," I snarled out vehemently
.
"Oh." He nodded knowingly as his eyes widened. "Do I know this Malory? Does she go to the club?"
He was talking about an exclusive local BDSM club called Désir Dangereux, which meant "dangerous desire" in French. Derek and Thea went to the club often to play. I went occasionally to watch or find a submissive, but I didn't play there. I'd tried it, and it wasn't for me. Having others there watching threw me off and took away from my enjoyment, and thus my submissive's enjoyment as well. I liked to keep my kinks private, for the most part, minus the occasional tryst in an AV storage room where one might get caught.
"No," I answered succinctly, not wanting to talk about Malory, which was odd. Why did I suddenly care whether Derek knew about her or not?
Derek opened his mouth to say more, but I was saved as the door opened and two quiet and very subdued nine-year-old boys walked in. They were the exact opposite of the kids who'd just been in my class. Devlin and Declan were identical twins, both boys had their father's close cropped black hair and handsome facial features, and their mother's deep brown eyes and darker hazelnut complexion. They shuffled over to us like they were walking to their execution. They stopped in front of me staring at the floor dejectedly.
"We're sorry, Uncle G," Devlin, the twin on the left mumbled pathetically as he finally looked up at me. I could tell it was Devlin by his slightly narrower face, and he was the more assertive of the two. It took me years to finally be able to tell them apart.
"Yeah," Declan chimed in with a frown and soft apologetic eyes. "We're sorry. We shouldn't have acted like that in class."
"No, you shouldn't have," I said firmly as I gave them a hard stare. "I take my role as your teacher very seriously, and expect you to take your role as my students seriously too. I've told you many times how important respect is in Muay Thai, for your teacher and your fellow students. Both of you were very disrespectful today, and that is not something that Muay Thai teaches or something I will tolerate. You both know that."
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