“And then you’ll just be mad with a sore bottom to go along with it, so I’d think carefully about that. Now, go and take your time out like a good girl.”
“Ohhhhhh! I—” Myka stopped herself before stomping off to the bedroom and slamming the door. Fucking condescending son of a bitch! She sat there sulking, determined not to let this be the end of it. She punched the pillow and then threw it against the wall. Now she was starting to get a headache. Myka finally decided to lie down and take a nap so she wouldn’t have to think anymore. She took some aspirin and slowly drifted off to sleep, where her anger no longer existed.
* * * *
Blake was quite amused with Myka’s little tantrum, and he smiled to himself as he went into the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. He checked in on her twice to make sure she was okay, and both times she was sleeping peacefully. He knew she’d feel better once she woke up, so he just left her alone and busied himself with other things. He was supposed to go work at the club tonight, but he damn sure wasn’t going to leave her alone until this issue was completely resolved.
He finally heard movement in the bedroom, so he walked back in there to see what she was doing. “Hey, baby,” he said softly as he sat on the bed beside her. “Are you feeling any better after your nap?” Myka nodded as she yawned. “I’m happy to hear that, princess. Would you like me to fix you a sandwich or something, or do ya just want to wait till later?”
“I can wait until din—supper. Did you eat you something already?”
“I had me a sandwich and some of those chips you got. Those were damn good, by the way.”
“I’m glad you like them. So, do you want me to cook tonight?”
“Only if you feel like it, sweetheart. Are you sure you still don’t want to ‘go off’ on me as you put it?”
Myka shook her head. “I’m sorry I said that, and I’m sorry I got so mad. It’s just really hard for me to accept gifts so big when you’ve only just met me. I never want you to think that I want you for your money, which you obviously have a lot of, or that you have to buy me things to make me happy, because you don’t. But, I have decided that I will accept what you’ve given me, so thank you.”
“I’m glad you’re seeing things my way, baby. So does this mean that when I take you to get your car tomorrow you’re not going to give me any problems?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.” Blake could tell she had something else to say by the way she was biting her lower lip. “Go on, Myka.”
“Sooooo, can I have any car I want?”
“As long as it’s not cheap.”
“Uh, it won’t be cheap.”
“Oh, really?” he asked with a smile. “So, what kind of car would my little princess like?”
“I, uh, would like a new Camaro. A blue Camaro to be exact.”
“Was it not even three hours ago that you were throwing yourself a pretty good little tantrum because I gave you a phone and a credit card? And, now you’re asking me for a Camaro, with all the bells and whistles, I’m assuming?”
“Yes, Sir, pretty much. So, can I have one?”
“I have to say, I’m a little concerned with you having a Camaro, sweetheart, but I’ll think about it. You may want to come up with some other alternatives though, just in case.”
“Why does me having a Camaro concern you?” she asked with the best pouty face she could muster.
“Because, number one, I just saw the glint in your eye when you talked about it, which means you’ve probably always wanted one and number two, Camaros are not meant to be driven slow. That’s the part that concerns me. Your safety comes first, and I don’t want to tempt you.”
“I promise I won’t go too fast, Blake. Sir. Master.”
Blake couldn’t help but laugh at her attempts to manipulate him. “My goodness, you’re just giving it all you got, aren’t ya, honey?”
She smiled up at him, leaned toward his ear, and whispered, “And I’ve got a lot more you haven’t seen yet, Mr. Lawson.”
Blake spit out the sip of beer he had just taken and started to cough. “You know what, baby? I’ve just decided that I’m gonna let you be in charge tonight—just so you can show me exactly what you’ve got.”
“Tonight?” she asked in shock.
“Yes, ma’am.”
* * * *
He saw the surprise and concern in her eyes as she began to bite her lower lip, and he knew she was afraid she wouldn’t impress him. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine, baby,” he said, tapping her on the end of the nose.
“So, when do we start?” she asked hesitantly.
“You’re in charge, princess. You tell me, remember?”
“Okay, well it’s not just as simple as that, Blake. I mean, I didn’t even think you’d actually let me do it, for one thing, and then you just threw me off by not giving me any warning.”
“Would you like me to make an appointment with you—mark it on the calendar?”
“Well, no.”
“It’s alright if you don’t want to, Myka. Just tell me what it is you do want.”
“No—I do want to be in charge, Blake. I just need to think about it before we jump right into it. But, when we do actually do it, you’re really going to do what I tell you, right?”
“I told you you would be in control, sweetheart, and you can do whatever you want to do. I just want you to remember, though—tomorrow you won’t be.” He almost smiled when he saw her swallow the lump in her throat and look up at him through her lashes. This is going to be an interesting night, indeed. “I also have to tell you, Myka, that I want you right now, and I’m not waiting for later.”
He looked at her with desire in his eyes as he walked toward her slowly. She was well aware of what that look meant and backed up with each step he took. They did that dance all the way into the bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers. He was going to intimidate her and push her—to see if she would actually do what he knew she wanted to do, but he damn sure wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
As they entered the bedroom, he backed her against the bedpost. He wanted her so bad he could taste it. He reached out for her and covered her mouth with his before she had a chance to object. He thrust his tongue in, passionately exploring her mouth. He felt her body melting into his, and he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist.
* * * *
Myka could feel herself going over the edge and knew if she didn’t stop herself now, she’d never find her way back. She mustered up all the energy she had and broke free from his mouth. Her lips were now red and swollen from the long, hard kiss. When he tried to take her again, she moved quickly and pushed her hand against his chest. “You stay right there, Blake Lawson. I’m not going down that easy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered with a grin and a nod.
“It starts right here—right now, mister. You do exactly what I say, how I say to do it. And you remember, that you gave me your word, so I hope you don’t let me down.” That should get him. She watched as his grin disappeared and he took a deep, frustrated breath. Good. “This is how things are going to work. If you don’t think you can handle it anymore, then all you have to do is use your safe word. Can you tell me what your safe word is, sweetheart?” He looked at her, unamused, but his attempt at intimidation wasn’t going to work, not tonight. “I need to hear your safe word, Blake.”
“Red,” he said flatly.
“Thank you. That’s very good.” She was trying hard not to laugh and knew that tomorrow, she’d regret being a smart ass, but she didn’t care. She was going to make this a night he’d never forget. Plus, she was getting that damn Camaro.
* * * *
“Now, I want you to stand right there while I undress you—if you think you can.”
Blake was trying his best to look unhappy and frustrated, but he loved her little game. Oh, she’d pay for it tomorrow, but tonight he was up for the challenge. Game on, princess.
“I’ll be still.”
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“Thank you,” she replied with a devious little grin as she began to unbutton his shirt ever so slowly. She never looked up at him, only at his chest. He knew she knew what might happen if she did. After she removed the shirt, she ran her hand over his toned muscles then tweaked his nipple between her fingers. She leaned forward, using her tongue to circle that same nipple and then nipped it gently with her teeth. Blake instinctively grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her up so he could kiss her still-swollen lips, but he released her as soon as she raised her brow as a reminder of his promise.
“You can hold the bedpost if you need to, Blake, but you do not have permission to touch me.”
Little minx. This might be a little harder than I thought. But he had given his word, dammit.
He grabbed the bedpost with his right hand and took a deep breath. Myka continued to lick and tease each nipple and then kissed his body softly, working herself down. She got down on her knees, her mouth directly in front of his crotch. Blake could feel his cock responding, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.
Myka unbuckled his belt and then his jeans, the hardness pressing forth, begging for release. She unzipped him slowly as she looked up through her lashes and licked her lips. Fuck!
“Blake, I need you to raise your left foot so I can take your boot off.” Blake did as she requested and then followed with the other. Myka then proceeded to strip his jeans off, allowing his hard, engorged cock to spring free. She began to kiss his thigh with gentle butterfly kisses back toward his cock. He could feel her warm breath on his skin, and it was driving him insane. He vowed that very moment he would never be in this situation again, but he was determined he would get through this night regardless.
She touched the tip of his swollen head with her tongue, licking off the salty pre-cum and then licking her lips. Blake held back a moan, but his breathing began to increase. She licked the side of his stiff shaft all the way back to his balls and then made her way down the other side. She took his cock in her mouth and pushed toward him, taking him all the way back to her throat. She went down on him several times and then stopped abruptly, taking the time to look up at him seductively and wink.
“You will be begging me tomorrow, princess,” he said before she took him again, full speed ahead. She had one hand on his cock and the other on his ass, so she could get more leverage. She licked and sucked and then started to massage his balls with her hand. He let out a moan and thought he might break the bedpost at any minute. “Damn, woman!” he moaned again as he closed his eyes. He could feel himself about to explode. There was fire in his veins. “I’m about to come, Myka,” he said, breathing heavily and trying to pull away. Myka grabbed him tighter, pushing him forward in her mouth. She had a grip on his cock he could do nothing about, and he had no other alternative. “Fuck!” he yelled as he began shooting his warm, salty cum into her mouth. She lapped and swallowed as quickly as she could, looking up at him the entire time.
When she had finished cleaning him with her tongue, she stood up, determination still in her eyes. “Now, Mr. Lawson, I would like you to take two steps back, because I am now going to undress myself in front of you. Remember though, no touching.” The fact that she was going to do that very act, the thing she was so self-conscious and worried about, touched Blake deeply. He had hoped that giving her control would give her self-confidence, and now, here she was, undressing in front of him, with the light on, too. This was a huge breakthrough. You go, princess.
Myka began to unbutton her blouse one button at a time. She looked at him the entire time, not hesitating once. When she got to the last button, she let the blouse slide off her shoulders, waited a moment, and then let it fall to the floor. She reached around and unclasped her bra, holding it up in front with her arm. She began to trace her finger over the edge of the bra and then finally slung it to the side, allowing him full view of her ample breasts. She took her finger and sucked on it before encircling her nipple and pulling on it to make it hard and erect.
Blake was finding it difficult to stay put. He wanted his mouth there, dammit. He closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to gain his composure. “Do you like my breasts, Blake?” she asked with innocence in her voice.
“More than words can explain, sweetheart.”
“And would you like to touch my breasts?”
“Myka, I just want you to know you’re playing with fire, baby. You better be careful.”
With that, she unfastened her jeans and slid them off her body, leaving her only in her panties. She stood there, looking at him and biting her damned lip again. Blake couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck it,” he said as he picked her up and threw her on the bed.
“Blake!”
“You’re getting the damned Camaro, princess—and now you’re getting this.” He got on the bed, his cock again stiff and ready to go. He took her legs and put them over his shoulders and then rubbed his cock in between her hot, wet pussy before thrusting deep inside her.
“Oh, God, Blake! Yes!” she screamed as he began to pump her in and out with a steady, forceful pace. She fisted the bedding in her hands as he took her body fully. He then removed her legs from his shoulders and readjusted himself so he could lean forward and kiss her with the passion that was overwhelming him.
He felt her succumb, giving herself to him completely. This was how it should be, he thought, as he took them both to that place they knew so well. He waited for his release until he felt her pussy tighten like a vise grip around his cock, and then he came with her, making this night one he’d never forget. He then fell down beside her, both their bodies wet with sweat and sex.
“Oh my God. That was amazing,” Myka said, content as she cuddled next to his naked body.
“That is an understatement, sweetheart,” he replied, kissing her on the nose. “And I just want to apologize to you for not keeping my word. I tried though, I held out for as long as I could, but you had me when you started playing with your nipples.” He could feel her smiling and knew she was pleased with herself. They lay like that together on the bed, not speaking, just being together and nothing more. Soon, Blake heard her steady breaths and knew she had fallen to sleep. “Good night, princess. I love you,” he whispered softly, gently kissing her hair.
Chapter 6
The next day was unbelievable. Myka was thrilled when Blake had a brand-new blue Camaro delivered to the dealership that very day, and she was able to drive it home late that afternoon. Of course she had to endure his incessant lecturing about safety, but she knew that was part of the deal. “One speeding ticket, young lady, and I’ll ground your ass—three and I’ll sell it. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” As she sat behind the wheel, she glanced in the rearview mirror thinking how good she looked. She had wanted a Camaro for years, and now she finally had one. She couldn’t wait until she could really drive it, but that would have to wait until Blake wasn’t around. Tomorrow, she and Kim had a girls’ day at the spa. That would be the perfect time, she thought with a smile.
Later on that evening, Blake kissed her on the neck as they were cleaning up in the kitchen. “I have to go to the club tonight, sweetheart. Will you be okay by yourself for a while?”
“Could I come with you?”
“Baby, if you want to come with me, I’d love for you to go, but I understand if you don’t want to.”
“I think I’d like to try again if you don’t mind.”
“I’m really glad you want to go,” he said, hugging her close to his body. “Tonight I’ve just got to hang out and take care of a few things, so we won’t be there more than three or four hours. You can stay in my office if you want, or you can make the rounds with me, whatever you’d like to do.”
“I’d like to go with you, Master,” she said, looking up at him demurely.
“Then that’s just what you’ll do, princess. Now, go get dressed because we have to leave in about thirty minutes.”
As Myka began to put on her official Intrig
ue outfit, she truly hoped that tonight would be better than last time. She wanted to like Blake’s world and knew how much it would please him if she did. She had to at least try. She owed him that much.
Once they got to the club, Myka took a deep breath. “Do we need to go over the rules again?” Blake asked before they got out.
“No, Sir.”
“Okay, then let’s do this, little one.” She could feel Blake’s persona changing with every step they took. He was now, Master Blake.
Blake took her through his office and out into the lounge and bar area. She felt a little more at ease since she knew some of the people now and what to expect. Master Kip was again working at the bar. He said a few words to Blake and then handed Myka a drink. “Hello, Myka. Rum and Diet Coke, right?”
He remembered. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sugar. I’m glad to see you back. I promise it won’t be like last time.”
Blake told her to stay seated at the bar, so she sipped her drink, trying to mind her own business and just take it all in. Blake was talking to two of his staff in the lounge area. As long as she could see him, she was fine, and he promised he would keep her within eyesight while they were out on the floor.
She was watching Blake when he received a phone call and stepped away from his staff after he looked to see who was calling. She could see by his facial expression and his tense jaw that he wasn’t happy with whoever it was on the other line. Within a matter of seconds, he ended the call and then went over to whisper in Master Kip’s ear. Master Kip nodded, but now he had an unhappy look as well. She wondered what was going on, but it wasn’t really any of her business, so she wasn’t going to say anything.
Blake started toward her and asked if she was ready to make the rounds. As they went through the double doors, he took her hand, holding her close by his side. Thank you for that. For some reason, she wasn’t really scared anymore. They were all just people, after all, doing what they wanted to do.
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