“It does,” I acknowledged. “Look, Laura, I know you think I’m evasive, but I’m not goal-oriented about a relationship. I’m far more about the journey than a destination, and this thing with you and me … all I can say is I want to ride it everywhere and hope this ship never finds a shore. Truth. So if you don’t go out the door, dressed or naked, how about giving me the benefit of the doubt and offering yourself to old Saint Andy over there? And keep a respectful tongue in your head. I know you’re the High and Mighty Goddess of Healing over at the hospital, but you’re off-duty and so am I. That makes me ‘Sir’ to you. Got it?”
“S … Sir,” she said, bowing her head. Then, surprising me, she got on all fours and crawled to the cross. Her ass, I saw, was a colorful mess. “Sir, permission to offer myself for my whipping?” she asked.
“Granted,” I said, and hurriedly cuffed her wrists and ankles, then secured her in place.
“Sir?” she asked in a trembling voice.
“Yes?” I returned.
“Break me, please,” she said. “Even if I bleed, even if I scream. You … it’s time I put it out there and trusted someone. You’ve trusted me with one hell of a lot, and I’ve accidentally been in a few sticky spots where you proved yourself worth my trust. You’re right, Sir … I need to be broken from being such an icy-cold iron bitch.”
I couldn’t answer around a sudden lump in my throat, and simply went in front of her and cradled her beautiful face in my hands. I kissed her, lightly at first, then deeply as our tongues danced and we growled into the lingering kiss.
“Holy wow,” she said when the kiss broke.
“I’m going to whip you hard but not as much as I want to do,” I said. “I want to break you, but not destroy you. I want your pain. I want your tears. I want your heart, but I’m learning you, and I guess you’re learning me. I really don’t want to fuck this all up on our very first date, right?”
“Things like that make me want you that much more,” she whispered. “Please, whip me to red, Sir. Let’s find out what I’m made of.”
“If you ask nice, I might even have sexual intercourse with you,” I said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m growing cobwebs down there.”
“Sir, it’s best right now that you just do what you want and take what you want,” Laura said. “But yeah, cobwebs,” she added with another sheepish smile that charmed me in a strange way.
“So be it,” I said, feeling intoxicated with arousal as I took the whip from its hook. I popped it on the air, close to her, and she let loose a surprised squeak that delighted and amused me. And then she suddenly howled out, untouched.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Red!” she howled. “Charley horse! Oh, fuck!”
“Where?” I asked.
“Right thigh, oh God.”
I hurried to remove that ankle cuff while she fought against the cramp, then undid the remaining cuffs. She came off the cross and lurched about the dungeon.
“Walk it off,” I said. “I’ll be right back.” I trotted to the house and fetched two avocados and two bananas, as well as a paring knife, spoon, and a bowl, and returned to the dungeon, where Laura was still walking off the cramp.
“God, I’m so sorry, Kei … Sir,” she said as I returned.
“By the look of you, you keep toned, lotta exercise,” I said. “My experience is that cramps are because you need potassium. I didn’t think you’d go in for a raw potato, so I offer you a mixed grill of avocados and bananas, and a knife for the avocados if you prefer those.”
“Yeah, I usually eat something like that,” she groaned. “You’ve made a nervous wreck of me and after I got some exercise, I was too upset to eat. My bad, huh?”
“Shit happens,” I said.
“And I prefer the avocados, so thank you,” she said. She knelt gingerly before a table, deciding not to sit on her battered ass. She deftly opened and scooped out both avocados into the bowl. “I’m sorry about this,” she said after eating three avocado halves. “These are helping.”
“I’m glad,” I said.
“I don’t know if a steaming load of hot cum is rich in potassium, but I think that’s a good dessert, Sir,” she said, then blushed beet-red.
CHAPTER 21
Somehow, I’d gone from offering myself to taste his whip to offering to taste something else entirely. I couldn’t help but smile. Our hot as fuck scene went from my ass turning red, to an aborted whipping at the cross, to me asking to suck his cock. Mm, I ached to surrender myself there. Becoming his source of pleasure did yummy things to my insides.
Keith said a lot of things, things I thought were coming too soon and too fast, things which promised a future I desired, things I may or may not feel as well. I couldn’t speak that word back to him. In my life, those I loved tended to die and leave me hanging.
There was a whole lot of fucked up shit going on in my head, and even worse being ground up in the blender of my heart. Putting him in all that mess wasn’t something I needed right now, no matter how much I ached for it. Right now, I needed a strong hand, and a man willing to put it to good use.
I hated being called cold-hearted, but there was a truth to that. I preferred ‘distant and untouchable.’
The avocados helped ease the cramp in my leg. It had been years since I’d had a cramp like that. Working out on my pole as long as I had probably hadn’t helped, but I’d needed it. Dancing took me to another place, and I’d needed distraction after Keith revealed his dungeon. With music thumping through my veins, my inhibitions melted away, and at some point during all the swirls and kicks, acceptance had flown through me.
I glanced at Keith. He’d grown quiet after my remark. We both knew the rhythms of this dance, but were still learning how to step in tune with each other. What I was, and was not, allowed to ask remained unclear. Whether I should kneel, or crawl, or even look him in the eye were things I hedged around. He kept me on edge, struggling with how much I could direct our interaction. Left to myself, I’d opt for nothing, but that was a deep-seated craving I couldn’t yet voice. So far, it seemed he appreciated me on my knees, and his eyes certainly followed me when I crawled.
“Did you like what you saw in the ER?” he asked. “Hungry for a taste?”
My eyes rounded and the heat in my cheeks returned. I hoped I looked sexy with a beet red face, because he seemed to put it on me often enough. Which I didn’t understand.
People never got under my skin like this, but he made me face a whole other side of myself. Yeah, I’d once been a stripper. I’d sold my body on stage, but that didn’t mean I’d lost the ability to blush. It was different when I’d stripped, like there was an invisible barrier between me and the hungry stares of the men who watched me dance. I’d left that life behind, armored myself with a white doctor’s coat, where I could hide behind the power of my job.
There was no hiding, no armor, with Keith. He saw through me and brought me face-to-face with my vulnerabilities. With him, there was no escaping my desires, and I hated that transparency. It was like the wiring in my head short-circuited when he was near, going haywire and malfunctioning.
I glanced at the prominent bulge of his shorts. “I didn’t look.”
“What? You didn’t peek at my pecker?”
“Oh, God, please don’t call it that.”
“Pecker? Got something against that word?”
“It just sounds funny,” I said with a laugh.
His left eyebrow arched up, and I realized my mistake.
“Sir!” Oh shit! “It just sounds funny, Sir!”
He glanced at the cross. “You know, that’s going to cost you five lashes from here on out.”
“Yes Sir,” I said as warmth flooded my body. It looked like he wasn’t against setting some rules. I curled my lower lip between my teeth and schooled myself on not making that mistake again. It was odd how that word fluttered in my belly.
Top Dog. High and Mighty Goddess of Healing. He had other names for me, too. He was still an ass,
but I loved calling him Sir. I pinched my thighs together, trying to soothe the aching throb between my legs. There was something indescribable about placing him in a position of power over me. In many ways, it liberated me to simply be me. It also granted him the authority to take what he wanted.
I’d always hoped we would arrive here, or at least, becoming his had always played in my fantasies.
“Sir,” I began. “I didn’t look at what appears to be a glorious cock when you passed out.”
“Why not? Lost a good pair of pants that day when they cut them off. You’re trying to tell me you didn’t take a peek? Miss High and Mighty whose first thing is to strip all her patients in the trauma bay?”
That was true, and I’d bit Keith’s head off a time or two when he’d wheeled patients in who hadn’t been divested of their clothes. In my line of work, hidden injuries were often the life-threatening ones.
“No, Sir,” I said. “I did not.”
“Lies,” he said with a growl, “will see you strapped until your throat is raw.”
I shook my head vigorously and explained. “It’s true, Sir. I think even then...well, I guess I’ve always kind of held you in high regard. My thoughts and fantasies may be coming true right now, but it didn’t feel proper to be looking at what you hadn’t offered.” I glanced again at the cross, both terrified and intrigued by it.
“That’s not the trauma doc I know.”
“No Sir,” I said, hanging my head down. “But I really didn’t look. I didn’t look because I didn’t have your permission. And I thought...well, I just thought that should be your choice, not mine.”
“You like having control stripped from you, don’t you?”
“I’m still figuring things out. I know what draws me, but yes Sir.”
“I see.” He glanced down. “I think this is going to be fun.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. “I was gonna fuck you after whipping you until you couldn’t think, but I’m thinking a bit of cock worship will do for now.”
“Yes Sir,” I said. “Shall I crawl?”
“I see no reason to stop now. You look pretty fucking hot on all fours.”
Despite the ache in my ass, I managed to make it over to him. I’d knelt for him outside his dungeon. I’d draped myself over his bench. Now, I did something much more significant. Stopping at his feet, I leaned back on my heels and dared to look him in the face.
His eyes smoldered, the blue completely blown out by his lust. There was a presence about him, different in the privacy of his dungeon. He’d always been rock solid in the field, exuding a confident presence. There’d been no lie spoken when I’d said he was the best. But the man who stood over me now? He seemed taller, stronger, more in control than I’d ever seen before. I ached to please him, because if I failed, I had no confusion as to what he would do.
My vision clouded and my pulse raced. An edgy twitch coursed through my body. I needed him to punish me for my arrogance. I needed him to take me to another place. I needed him to own me, capture me, and make me his. Most of all, I needed to show him how completely his I needed to be.
Sitting back on my heels, I dropped my gaze, travelling a path down the ridges and planes of his chest, skipping down the stacked muscles of his abs. I lingered on the prominent bulge still hidden from my eyes. Then my gaze angled downward, along with my body.
Before him, I knelt in full supplication. “Please Sir,” I whispered. “May I worship you?”
His breath caught for a moment, but only a moment. Then his hand fisted in my hair and he pulled me upright. His other hand freed his cock, and he thrust it at me.
“Open,” he said.
My tongue licked along my lips, moistening them for him, then I opened my mouth and took him in. The flare of his cock breached my mouth and I closed my lips around him, not yet eager to take him fully in. I wondered if Keith would direct this, or grace me with a moment to truly worship at his feet. His fingers tightened in my hair, and his low moan rolled through the dungeon.
“Shit, darlin’ that feels good.”
I glanced up at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his sinful essence.
His heated gaze met mine. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to this right here. You at my feet, my cock filling that mouthy trap. I’ve wanted to beat your ass for years, girl, and shove my cock so far down your throat you couldn’t breathe.”
If he only knew...but I couldn’t tell him my thoughts. My mouth was full with one of the most amazing cocks I’d ever seen. Closing my eyes, I broke contact with him and focused on the only thing of any importance. My fantasies were similar, but they rarely involved me kneeling at his feet. I craved darker things, more forceful scenes. In my mind, he usually had me tied up, or otherwise restrained, as he shoved his cock down my throat, gagging and choking me into an oblivion he controlled. Choosing to please was never an option. In my dreams, Keith took and I gave.
An ache pulsed between my thighs as I tasted him, drawing him deeper into my mouth. My throat tightened, while my heart lightened. His hips jerked forward, like he wanted to take over, but then he stilled and allowed me to explore.
The pull of his breaths deepened and, when I gripped his hips, the muscles of his ass clenched.
I traced the ropy veins of his cock, knowing the roughness of my tongue would drive him wild. I flicked the sensitive area beneath his cock, pulling more moans from him, then cupped his balls, giving them attention too.
When his hips jerked again, I widened to take him fully in.
“Fuuuuck,” he said with a groan, “that feels so good.”
I pulled off him, and lifted my gaze, then spoke with my rising need. “Use me, Sir. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my body. Fuck my very soul. Do with me as you please.”
His breath hissed inward. “Fuck, if I don’t think I will.”
CHAPTER 22
Jesus God, she was an amazing cocksucker, and I’d too long needed this release, too long hungered for this beautiful woman. I grasped her soft hair and indeed fucked her face, fucked hard, for the moment only giving a damn for my own pleasure. Yeah, I used her, to put a point on it, and delighted as she choked on my cock as I came, not setting her head free until she swallowed all I gave her, which I have to confess was a considerate load for a man too long denied. I was coated in sweat and growling from deep in my belly as my seed exploded into her. My vision actually even tunneled. Finally, the last of my spunk shot into her so talented mouth, and I drew out of her, growling again and panting for breath as I sat on a chair. If only she knew the true purpose of this table, I thought with a bit of humor.
“Gatorade, Sir?” Laura asked with a satisfied grin.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I breathed.
“On it, Sir,” she answered. She looked at her clothes, shook her head, and strode out of the dungeon, bold and naked, surprising me. But she had an amazing figure to flaunt. She was back in a moment with two bottles of orange Gatorade, and opened one, then handed it to me and sank back to her knees.
“May I have the second one, Sir?” she asked. “I should be hydrated for whatever fresh hell you have planned for me.”
“Yes, you should,” I said after drinking half my quart bottle. “How far should I go with you?”
“Sir, I’m off work until next Monday,” Laura said. “The insane hours there mean I can take a week off every month. It’s a week when I’m not even on call. I’m kind of hoping that week is spent right here, under your thumb.” She gestured to her scattered clothing. “I’m already packed for it,” she added with that winsome grin that melted my heart.
“Jesus,” I chuckled. “Yeah, we can probably go fishing for a day or so of it. I’m pleased you at least had the good sense to wear casual attire.” I smirked, knowing that fishing was a million miles from her mind when she came to see me.
She giggled. “Fishing naked is a leap I don’t think I’m ready to take, but I’d like to fish with you,
Sir. A good slave even cleans and cooks the catch.”
“Sounds marvelous,” I said, turning the word slave over in my mind, and sensing, deep inside, that it fit her. She really was. Meanwhile, my energy was rapidly returning. Like most men, I need a breather after sex, but I don’t consider it a sleeping pill. I’m often energized after a hard cum, and my energy was fast returning. She’d knocked back half of her Gatorade and I could see she was reinvigorating as well.
“Am I to be whipped now, Mast … Sir?” she asked.
My brows raised just a bit at what she almost called me, and what it meant. “Yes, all the way to red,” I told her, then took her chin in my hands. “This is for a number of reasons tonight, Laura. You need to keep in mind that when I must punish you, and I’m sure I will, considering how fiery you are, there will be no safeword. You’ll be whipped beyond pleasure, beyond kink or even maintenance and discipline, so you keep that in mind, my love, before your mouth starts overloading your ass.”
“God … yes, Sir,” she moaned. I saw her nipples harden at this announcement.
“But I won’t punish you beyond my ability to treat your wounds, if your skin opens,” I said.
“Sir … nothing is beyond my ability, and I pretty much have a trauma room at my house,” she said. “If it gets to that point, I can coach you through patching me up.”
“I don’t think we’ll get that far,” I said. “All fours, crawl to St. Andy, and this time, keep your nipples dragging the concrete. Show me humility.”
“Yes, Mas … shit … Keith … dammit … Sir,” she said, now flustered.
“What is it your heart wishes to call me?” I asked.
Her eyes widened at this question. “Maybe when I’m here, I should acknowledge you as Master,” she finally answered.
“So be it,” I said agreeably.
“Thank you, Master,” she said, brightened. She went to all fours and crawled as ordered to the cross, and at my command, she stood.
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