The Models (Leashes & Lace Book 7)

by Shaw Montgomery

  Giving in to the need to touch him more, I leaned down and started nibbling on his neck. “You’ll belong to me completely, then. Is that what you want?”

  We both knew the answer was yes, but I liked seeing him squirm.

  “I…” He moaned and nodded before catching himself and using his words. “Yes, Sir.”

  I bit down hard enough to have him squirming and panting. When I licked the tender skin, he groaned. “Master…I’m not just your Sir this weekend.”

  “Yesss…I…Yes, Master.”

  He had such beautiful reactions when he stopped worrying.

  “Good boy.” I kissed higher up his neck. “You’re going to be a good slave, aren’t you?”

  More nodding ensued, but I let him get away with it that time.

  “As my slave, that means your body will belong to me completely.” I nibbled at his jaw. “The only time you get to come is with my permission and you can’t even touch your body without asking your Master first. Is that clear?”

  We’d gone over limits several times. The hardest part had been getting Spencer to admit what he was curious about and what freaked him out completely. What it had all boiled down to was that while a lot of things freaked him out, they also turned him on. So we’d settled on some basic limits and then I would push the rest as I saw fit.

  I’d had a chance to see how he reacted when I had almost complete control during his recovery from his concussion. We both had a good idea about what he was uncomfortably curious about, but I wasn’t going to push him too far this time.

  If we had another total power exchange weekend, I’d push him even more.

  When Spencer didn’t immediately answer, I bit down, then prompted him again. “You can’t touch yourself without permission. Is that clear? Your pretty cock and sexy ass are all mine.”

  And any other parts I decided to include.

  His head started jerking, but this time words were also included. “Yes, Master.”

  “Such a good slave.” I’d made it to his ear and began licking and teasing. “You will make no decisions this weekend. Your body and every decision belongs to me. You only get what freedoms I allow. Do you understand, slave?”

  I’d never explored a total power exchange with anyone else, but it’d become clear as I’d cared for him after the accident that it was something he was curious about. He just hadn’t known there was a name for it.

  “Yes, Master.” Need was dripping from his voice. Part of that was because of how excited he was about the weekend, but part of it was because he hadn’t come in three days.

  He loved the denial because it was a constant reminder of our relationship, and I loved how it kept him from worrying.

  Both heads didn’t work very well at the same time in my sweet, needy boy.

  And this weekend only the little head needed to function.

  “Who do you belong to?” The gruff words were whispered low, making him shiver against me.

  “You, Master. Just you.” His heart and body were desperately willing, but his big brain was still working a bit too much.

  “Good boy.” I scraped my teeth over the lobe of his ear. “I’m going to get you ready now.”

  My plan was to start with the same routine we’d perfected over the last few weeks. At his place, we were more casual and there was less structure to his submission. But when we were here, we had a set way of transitioning him from the outside world into being my boy.

  What some people wouldn’t have understood was that the more time he got to spend with me making the decisions for us, the stronger he was becoming in his outside life. He’d even told Eli no when Eli had tried to rope him into going to another photo shoot.

  During the call, Eli couldn’t see how excited Spencer was for the chance, but Spencer wasn’t ready for dressing up in front of other people. And we all knew that would be Eli’s next overly helpful push. But I’d been so proud of Spencer for setting boundaries, I’d let him suck on my cock as long as he’d wanted as a reward.

  I stepped away from Spencer a bit reluctantly, but we were both excited to get him dressed up and ready. Taking his hand, I led him back to my bedroom and started silently stripping his clothes off. As his shirt fell to the floor, Spencer sighed and closed his eyes. Sometimes he confessed everything that had stressed him out during the day, but others he just let everything fade away as I stripped off the clothes that the rest of the world saw him in.

  By the time I had him naked, his shoulders were no longer by his ears and the tension in his muscles had faded. Opening his eyes as I rested one hand on his back, he stayed pliant as I steered him toward the bathroom. Normally I’d talk about what I was going to do, teasing a bit and just making sure he knew what to expect, but not today.

  No, he didn’t want to know.

  Knowing meant worries and decisions.

  This weekend was about letting everything go and just obeying.

  He started to blush as I led him over to the toilet. Glancing up at me, he gave me a hesitant look that I kissed away. He’d been too embarrassed and out of it to explore what he was curious about the first time, but the look on his face as I’d helped him before and the little comments that had escaped later made it clear he wasn’t going to safeword.

  And his growing erection made that even clearer.

  Moving behind him, I pushed his hand down as he reached for his dick. “No. Just like we talked about.”

  Nodding, Spencer’s hands relaxed at his side, but he closed his eyes like if he couldn’t see it then he could hide from it more easily. Kissing his neck, I wrapped my left arm around his chest and stepped even closer so he could feel my support along his entire body. He wasn’t alone. We were in this together.

  Gripping his cock in that way was a new experience. After the accident, his balance had been so off I’d made him sit until he could stand safely on his own. It’d been practical and had kept as much of his privacy as I could at the time. As I wrapped my hand around his dick, aiming it as I held it firmly, I wasn’t sure how I felt.

  “Now.”

  As he let go and the stream hit the toilet, nothing about the actual act was erotic—but knowing I was controlling every aspect of his body…now that was something I found intriguing. Seeing him blush and the way his body was trying to respond made it even more fascinating.

  There was nothing I loved more than pushing Spencer’s buttons.

  No matter what they turned out to be.

  When he was finished, I shook him off…another strange sensation since my hand wasn’t touching my own dick…and reached for wipes I had on the back of the toilet. They weren’t necessary, but they were going to be fun to make him react even more.

  Taking one out of the box, I slowly wiped off the head of his cock. “I’ve got to make sure my little slave is all clean. I can’t have dirty toys.”

  If I hadn’t been well versed in what that shade of purple meant on my boy, I might’ve been worried. Thankfully, I was able to instantly translate that sexy color. “You may not come yet, slave.”

  Master wasn’t supposed to say “oops,” but that might have been an accurate response.

  Evidently, I should have made his no-orgasm timeline a little shorter.

  Lesson learned.

  “I…” A shiver ran through Spencer and his breath hitched, but he nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  I was definitely going to get to punish him for coming without permission.

  Tossing the wipe in the trash, I palmed his cock and nodded. “Much better. Now I need to figure out the best way to show off my toy.”

  The answer to that was with something sexy, see-through, and lacy…but which one.

  Keeping a careful hold on his cock, I stepped out from behind him and led him back to the bedroom after making a quick stop at the sink to wash my hands. One of the best parts about having a slave was getting to dress them up pretty. This part was so familiar to Spencer that the nerves that built while we were in the bathroom faded quickl
y.

  The first thing I did each time he came over was change his clothes. If we were going out, I left his outer clothes the same and just put him in new panties, but if we were staying in, then I’d dress him in a variety of things. Some of his favorites were see-through nighties with sheer panties. Spencer liked being on display…just not with anyone else around.

  Well, that was going to be a button we pushed tomorrow.

  I wasn’t planning on mentioning that until the last minute, however. He didn’t need to start worrying about it now, and I wanted him more comfortable with his new role before we talked about it.

  “Let’s see…what should my pretty slave wear?” Opening the closet, I started sifting through options as I continued to stroke Spencer’s cock. “I want to keep this pretty dick on display tonight.”

  A low whine escaped Spencer and his dick jerked in my hand. Trying not to smile, I teased the head, running my finger along his slit while I just browsed through the lingerie I’d collected for him. He was still too shy to buy much for himself and only had a few panties at his place, but he loved it when I dressed him up.

  Pulling out a short white nightie that ended before it could cover anything, I smiled and nodded. “Perfect.”

  I’d make sure he had something that covered him better tomorrow, but tonight it was just us, so I was going to have fun dressing up my boy. “Hands up.”

  Normally I asked him what he wanted and tried to push him out of his shell a bit as I got him dressed, but today I just played with my sexy toy. As the fabric swirled around him with the end brushing against his erection, I nodded. “Very nice.”

  I stroked the length, shaking my head as precum pearled at the tip. “You’re going to get your panties dirty.”

  He was back to a pretty purple color and ready to explode.

  Yeah, we were going to start this game with an orgasm for him next time.

  He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be silent or apologize as he stood there wide-eyed. I was just enjoying his cute responses, so I didn’t help make the decision for him. Leading him over to the dresser, I started sorting through his panty drawer.

  Yes, he had drawers.

  Some even held regular clothes, but we weren’t pointing out how easily he’d slipped into almost living with me. He needed a little bit more time before I brought that up. Going from a first date to living together in less than two months might be a bit much for my nervous boy.

  Pulling out a new pair of panties, I crouched down as he immediately lifted one leg. “Very good, slave.”

  His cock twitched and a drop of precum fell to the floor. Oh yeah, these were going to be wet panties very soon. The tiny scrap of fabric was almost a thong as it slipped between his cheeks and bared his ass, but the front was my favorite part. The pouch that slipped over his cock was sheer and highlighted his sexy erection. It was more of a silky decoration for a hard-on rather than traditional panties.

  Stroking over the fabric-covered length, I looked up at him. “If you can keep your erection all night, I’ll let you orgasm later. But you have to keep my toy ready for use at all times and no touching. Is that clear?”

  It took several long seconds and numerous swallows for him to find the words. Nodding, he licked his lips and started several times before he could respond. “Yes, Master. I’ll…I’ll do my best.”

  I flicked my finger over the tip of his cock as I stood, slowly dragging my hands up his body. “Only very good slaves get to orgasm. You don’t want me to use you later and just leave you hard and aching, do you?”

  He shivered and his eyes lost focus as he envisioned something sexy. “No, Master. I’ll be good for you.”

  That was coming out too naturally for it to be a completely new idea. I had a feeling he’d been fantasizing about having a Master for far longer than he’d wanted to admit.

  Pinching his nipples, I loved the gasp he made. “Such a pretty slave.”

  And so needy and sweet.

  Sometimes when I looked at him, I could see the questions in his eyes. He knew I loved him, but he really didn’t understand how I could accept so easily what he was curious about and what he needed. I was hoping our weekend sinking deeper into domination and submission would push away the last of his worries.

  I couldn’t think of any kink or fantasy that he could want to explore that would turn me off. Sure, some we’d have to adapt or talk about if they just didn’t turn me on and an erection was necessary, but for most things we could figure it out. Especially since his fantasies seemed to involve my controlling him and not the other way around.

  As long as I kept my pants on, he’d never really know if something didn’t get me excited.

  And even when my pants came off, there were ways of getting around it.

  I loved him and he loved me…we could work around everything else.

  Chapter 2

  Spencer

  I was going to be the youngest person in history to die from sexual excitement…and maybe nerves too.

  I should have asked more questions. If I was honest, though, I’m not sure that would’ve helped. We’d talked about limits and fantasies and needs and what I was curious about until I’d almost stopped being embarrassed by it.

  And for me, that was saying something.

  But now that it was actually happening, all I could do was worry or let Devin take control like I’d always wanted. Letting him take control seemed easier than trying to worry for the next three days. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to worry anymore.

  I had a feeling it was like a warm blanket I was carrying around even though I no longer needed it.

  Devin would keep me warm. I didn’t need anything else.

  As he trailed his fingers over the completely indecent panties, he chuckled as he made my dick jerk. “Such a good slave. You like being mine, don’t you?”

  The question could have been part of the scene, but I answered honestly anyway. “Yes, Master. I love being yours.”

  I’d always wanted someone to belong to.

  Devin’s love and the way he kept me safely close were more incredible than I’d ever thought possible. “I love you, Master.”

  “I love you too.” Master leaned in, kissing me gently with the faintest brush of his lips. “Sweet words like that deserve a reward.”

  As he pulled back, he stroked up my torso again, caressing the fabric of the nightie and over my nipples. That had him stopping, heat flaring in his eyes again. “Let’s see if we can get these a little harder. I want my slave to have tits that are just as hard as his cock is.”

  My brain couldn’t seem to decide if it was aroused or embarrassed or both, so it all kind of shut down, just letting the wonderfully painful sensations of his fingers twisting my nipples flood through me. When my knees were starting to shake and all I could do was moan, he stopped the beautiful sensation. The slow circles his thumbs made over the sensitive buds kept the overloaded feeling coursing through me.

  “That’s much better.” He pinched them one more time, light and teasing. “I think my pretty slave could use something to help him relax.”

  I wasn’t sure what he meant, but thinking was still incredibly difficult, so I just followed as he walked me across the room to the bed, still using my dick as a leash.

  Which was stupid hot.

  And I had a feeling I wouldn’t need to confess that because there was no way he could miss how good it felt.

  As he turned me toward the bed, he pushed on my shoulders. “Bend over.”

  There was a firm command in his voice that said he knew I’d do what I was told. Slaves didn’t question their Masters…they obeyed. It was exactly like I’d always imagined it would be…which was scary and wonderful all at the same time.

  Reality wasn’t supposed to be hotter than fantasies, was it?

  As I bent, exposing even more of my ass as the tiny negligee pulled up, Devin ran his hand over it, stroking and squeezing. It felt a little like I was a melon he was inspecting at
the grocery store. It pushed just enough humiliation through me that my cock started dripping even more precum, and I whimpered as his finger stroked over my hole.

  “My pretty slave is so responsive.” He tickled my hole again, making me shiver as the pleasure rolled through me. “Yes, I knew as soon as I saw you that you should be mine. You were an expensive little toy, but I think I’m going to have fun breaking you in.”

  I could feel my face heating up as the fantasy started to build under his sure touch and sexy words. “You were so humiliated when I inspected your dick and tight little hole, but you responded beautifully to your Master’s touch. You knew you belonged to me right away.”

  All I could do was make crazy sounds and shake as he overloaded my senses. “Turning you into the best sex slave you can be is going to take a lot of hard work on my part.” He went back to squeezing and inspecting my cheeks. “But I think it’s going to be worth the effort once you’re completely trained.”

  How frustrated would he be if I came already?

  Devin gave my ass a pat. “Let’s finish getting you ready.”

  Would he be sexy frustrated or punishing mood frustrated?

  When he pulled the tiny scrap of fabric away from my hole, baring me completely, I couldn’t help but whimper. Master just chuckled, a deep, sexy sound that had another shiver running through me. “Yes, I’m going to finish getting you ready and then watch my pretty slave squirm.”

  I shouldn’t have liked the sound of that, but I did—my brain clearly wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

  A gasp was pulled from my lungs as one slick finger slid deep in me in one smooth motion. It was the shock of his touch more than the stretch that had my breath catching in my throat. I didn’t even get a chance to get it under control before a second finger had my hole burning just enough that I wanted to squirm and plead for more.

  It was too good.

  Devin was usually focused on drawing out the pleasure and teasing me until I was frantic; this rough touch was completely different but utterly perfect. I was his slave, not his boyfriend or sub. “Yes, I’m not going to want to wait later, so I might as well stretch you now. Just don’t think I’m always going to be this gentle. I don’t want to damage my slave, but you’re here for my pleasure, not yours.”