by M. A. Ellis
Yeah, moron. Right after she asked if this was going to happen again. Right after she stopped herself before she said my name.
She had caught on so well, quicker than any other sub he’d trained or been in a relationship with. The chances she recognized that were slim and he refused to allow himself a glimmer of hope at her policing her words for his benefit.
It was his responsibility to keep things on track and, by Dom standards, he had veered way off course. Her fantasy had been pretty straightforward and other than the fact her arms were tied behind her back and he’d used a few verbatim phrases, what he was orchestrating was a fairly diluted version of what she had wanted. But she didn’t seem to mind. And there was the fact she’d picked an implement that screamed of her trust in him. Pride welled inside him and a new determination rose with it.
He gently grabbed hold of her upper arm and helped her to her feet, making sure she was steady before he picked up the flogger and transferred it to the hand that was holding the vibrator and the butt plug. He straightened his shoulders, mentally fortifying himself against how fucking hot she looked with tendrils of her hair framing her face, her mouth damp from his kisses or biting her full lower lip when she came. But his cock loved the look. Loved it so much that the thought of her on her knees in the bedroom caused it to press painfully against the zipper of his slacks.
He glanced down at her pert breasts, the nipples still erect and tempting, and he swallowed hard. He’d never been a fan of huge tits. They served a purpose if breast bondage was your thing, but they didn’t do it for him. But give him a modest pair of breasts, just like Izzi’s, and he could feast for hours. That lack of restraint wasn’t acceptable. Not here, because nowhere in her dreams or his planning was there a scene that had the Master on his knees before the captured damsel. That shit had to end.
“In the bedroom. Now.” His tone sounded perfect to his ears and she immediately turned and walked in the correct direction. The low lighting cast crazy shadows over her skin and he drank in the way she kept her hands flat against her lower back as she walked before him. His balls gave a tiny roll and he stopped and exhaled through his nose to help focus. “Stop.”
He smiled in the darkness as she obeyed. He turned on both the bedside lamps, not wanting it too bright but needing to be able to see her body clearly. He put the tools of pleasure on one nightstand, pleased to see she hadn’t moved from the doorway. She was gorgeous and, for as long as she needed or wanted, she’d be his. He picked up the cord to the vibrator, reached behind the nightstand and plugged it in. He realized he had forgotten the oil, but he wouldn’t need it now. He would grab it during one of her cool-down periods and if all went well, there would be several.
“Come here, Isabel.”
She walked toward him slowly, placing each foot deliberately in front of the other as if she knew it would make her hips rock perfectly from side to side. Maybe she did know, she was ultra-smart, and he found that excessively attractive. If her motions were meant to tease him, he’d let the fact slide this time because what he had planned would have her contrite in no time. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his feet shoulder width apart.
“Take off your shoes and leave them by the nightstand then align your feet with mine. I want your pussy open and waiting. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” he demanded, noting how she quickened her pace. If he’d had the flogger in his hand, he’d have just kissed her ass with the tiny leather braids and watched her jump.
“Yes Sir.” She stood in front of him, her gaze darting from his eyes to a spot on the floor. She was unsure and needed direction.
“I prefer, when you’re standing and I’m using this,” he raised the vibrator and placed it in the valley between her breasts, “that you watch me. If it’s the flogger, I’ll want your head back. Understood?” He turned the vibrator on just as she was about to answer and a little squeal sounded.
“Two speeds. This one is low.” He dragged the large round head of the vibrator over her stomach and around her bellybutton, allowing her to become accustomed to the sensation before he flipped the button to high.
“Oh my god,” she blurted, eyes wide at the level of intensity.
“It’s strong. But we won’t go there right away. We’re going to start just like this.”
He pulled his hand away from her body and knocked the control back to the slower speed. Without warning he pressed it hard against her vulva, near the opening of her vagina so her clit would only receive mild stimulation. He saw the shudder that went through her body, how her toes moved away from his as she flexed against the sensation. The wand was powerful, his vibrator of choice for a dozen years now.
“I want you to tell me when you’re getting close, Isabel. I don’t want you to let yourself come. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she quickly replied.
She was watching what he was doing instead of looking into his eyes and Chris flicked his wrist and moved the toy a fraction of an inch away from her skin. Her gaze shot to his and he arched a brow.
“Yes…”
“Sir,” she added, humming when he placed the vibrator against her flesh once more. She would be totally trainable. Hell, she was more than halfway there already but Chris knew something special when it rolled into his bar and all but bit him on the ass.
“Sir?”
Chris gave her his full attention.
“I think you should take it away now.”
He glanced at the way her hips were making little downward pulses. She wanted the wand placed higher, wanted it to brush her clit. Her struggle was clear, but she was hanging on.
“I didn’t tell you to voice an opinion, Isabel. I want to know if you’re close. Are you close?” He wiggled the wand a little until the cushiony sides of her outer labia were nestling the head. She jumped at the added sensation, inadvertently bringing her clit closer to the vibrations and Chris watched. Women had myriad telltale signs that could be read as easily as any guidebook and the way her eyes darkened was one of his favorites.
“Don’t you dare come,” he warned.
“I’m close,” she cried, parting her lips. “Really close.”
He pulled the vibrator away and shut it off, the sound of her tiny little pants pushing his cock to the point that it screamed for attention.
“Good girl.” Chris patted her hip and ran a soothing caress over one ass cheek before standing up and reaching for the button on his jeans. His knuckles brushed her lower abdomen as he worked his cock free but she didn’t move, didn’t back up. Unable to help himself, he ran his index finger down the center of her pussy, from her clit to her snug opening and back again, loving the way desire flared in her eyes yet she remained silent. He picked up the flogger and without his command, she dropped to her knees.
“Look at you,” he said with a genuine smile. “That deserves a reward. What would you like, Isabel?”
She opened wide and wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him deep enough that her chin touched his balls and it was his turn to tense every muscle in his body. Her mouth was heaven and he let her warmth envelop his rock-hard shaft. She was awesome—some women were. She worked him in measured strokes and in no time he figured out the pattern, which was fine, but not at all what he really needed. Part of being a good Dom was observation, the other part was communication. A sound relationship needed that.
“You don’t have to go deep all the time.”
She pulled back and stared up at him, her eyes questioning.
“Focus on the head. Go a few inches down. For me, the deep-throating thing is better as a once-in-a-while thing.” He reached for the flogger and ran the leather strips over his palm.
She turned her attention back to his cock and he had to admit she took direction well. He cradled her jaw with his left hand and, using his right, he reached over her shoulder and ran the ends of the flogger over the fullness of her ass, careful to avoid her hands. Back and forth as she
blew him. When the first real swat came, she flinched, but she had been ready for it. The fact that she hadn’t clamped her jaws around his cock was proof of that. He placed his hits with great precision and, when he caught the sensitive underside of one ass cheek, her moan vibrated down his penis and straight to his balls as she sucked his cock head as far back into her throat as possible.
He backed off and moved his attention to the outside of her left breast. He needed to be done with her ass or be prepared to come down her throat and, while he knew that’s what she intended, it wasn’t going to happen. He wrapped his fist around his shaft and squeezed the base of his cock tightly, easing it from her mouth.
“Lean back. Hands flat on the floor, if you can manage, and look at the ceiling.”
With two flips of his wrist, he had the flogger twirling, the air moving her hair as he moved closer. He made the initial contact with her breast a teasingly light caress, from one to the other, for a half-dozen strokes and then moved to her stomach. He wasn’t at the correct angle to tease her pussy unless he changed tempo and he had a perfect rhythm going so he redirected his attention upward.
“I’m close.”
He had barely heard her, thought he might have actually been mistaken until she shifted her legs and immediately apologized.
Holy fuck.
Chris wanted to know if it was him. His ego wanted to believe it was his skill that had her ready to go again, with something as simple as a little flogging, but that probably wasn’t the case. She’d told him she had multiple-orgasmed before, so maybe he wasn’t special. He tossed the flogger aside and reached his arms around her to undo her ties. Unexpectedly, she leaned into him, her body molding to his as she buried her face against his chest and his fingers fumbled with the knots. If she was listening to his heartbeat she’d know it had just missed a beat or two.
Control, man. Keep it together.
He tossed the restraints aside, seeking comfort in the fact that a great sub craved the cuddle period as much as he enjoyed offering it. This wasn’t any different. Except they hadn’t really gotten to any of the hard stuff. He hadn’t really pushed her, or himself for that matter. He still needed to have her truly restrained, spread-eagle on the big bed as he brought her to the brink of orgasm time and time again. She’d beg for release and he’d refuse her. It was classic. It was easy. It was their plan.
He set her gently away and rubbed her wrists, wondering if she would find the next phase, her donning leather wrist and ankle cuffs, even more exciting.
* * * * *
Chris had a mountain of pillows at his back and Izzi in his arms. He’d really never felt quite as content and he smiled, placing a kiss on her still-damp forehead. She turned, her silky hair teasing his chin as she ran her lips over the smooth skin just above his heart.
“I want you to make me come again,” she whispered.
He tensed at her words, his hands stilling on her back. He hadn’t expected that. Had her statement been delivered in an insatiate tone, he’d have been a little less disturbed. But the dreamy timbre of her voice had his body screaming to full alert, ready to revise the initial plan. Or maybe just explain the protocol that equated the end of a session.
“I want to feel you inside me and when I come, I want you to come with me, Chris.”
Chris.
There it was. Their safe word. The single word that unerringly marked the end of their play.
“What we just did was amazing,” she said, running her fingertips through the hair at his temple before cradling his jaw in her small palm and urging his mouth toward hers. “But I want a little more. If you’re willing to give it. Right now, I want you, Chris. I need you.”
His heart thundered as she placed a somewhat chaste kiss on his lips. With a few seemingly honest sentences, she had melded fantasy and reality into one.
“That isn’t what we agreed to,” he replied.
“I know. But contracts can always be revised. I learned that on the blog. If both parties are amenable.” She leaned back far enough that he could see the expectation in her eyes.
She wanted him in both his forms. Master and man. The concept brought an ache to his chest. He stared into her hopeful gaze, his mind a swirling mass of confusion that eventually pinpointed one fact—their fucking plan had just imploded.
Isabel waited, unsure what would happen next but stubborn enough to believe she’d done the right thing. She wanted him. Chris. Not some man who was able to keep himself detached from the wonderful sensations he was creating. Not a man who couldn’t let himself fully share in the ecstasy he was giving her. She wasn’t some deluded youth in a sexual haze. She’d had enough presence of mind not to say she wanted him to make love to her. But she couldn’t ask him to fuck her either. She didn’t see what they were doing as something that base. So asking him to come seemed middle-of-the-road when it came to sexual vernacular.
But he hadn’t moved, other than to stop caressing her body. Maybe she shouldn’t have kissed him. But he’d kissed her before. Frustration was beginning to grow and she made a conscious effort to stifle it. She’d said his name, thrown their safe word out there, but with a twist.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” His tone was harsh but his emerald gaze smoldered and it gave Isabel hope.
“Yes. I do,” she said, unable to contain the tiny smile that parted her lips.
“This isn’t the norm,” he said.
“I think we passed normal when you switched me from spread-eagle to wrist-to-ankle bound in less than ten seconds.” She laughed and awaited his response.
“Get your pretty little ass off me.”
His growl was all for show and she laughed aloud.
She rolled onto her side and offered him a sexy over-the-shoulder glance. “Face up or face—”
He flipped her onto her back, ready to cover her with his strong body when he swore. He reached for his slacks and pulled his wallet from a back pocket, flipped it open and pulled out a condom.
“We don’t need—”
“Don’t you dare tell me what we need. You just get those legs up and do as you’re told. That’s how our nights together were supposed to go down.”
His urgency stoked her desire and she smiled at the teasing he couldn’t keep out of his voice and raised her legs straight in the air, crossing her ankles to make a tight long line from toes to ass. She leaned her head to one side, and watched him stroke his cock, pleased he was enjoying the view.
“Keep them just like that, Izzi. That’s a beautiful sight.”
She heard the rip of foil and her pussy throbbed. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
He leaned down and ran his fingers over her labia before surging forward and spearing her opening with his tongue.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“Lube’s in the other room. I’m making things wet,” he said, not moving his mouth very far.
“Things are already wet. Get up here.”
“I’ll let the bossiness slide. For now.”
“Whatever,” she sighed, running her fingers up and down her labia. She was drenched.
He leaned forward and shifted her feet to one side, resting the back of her ankles against his shoulder. His brows were furrowed as he stared at her. “You know this is going to be tight at first. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. A little less talk, please.”
His smile faded as he ran his cock up and down her slit and gathered her wetness. He pressed slowly inside her channel and Isabel sucked in a deep breath. Having covered every inch of his thick cock with her mouth, she knew what to expect. He was average length but his girth filled her in a way no one ever had.
He rocked his hips slowly, stretching her in a deliciously arousing manner and she rested her head on the pillow, wanting to memorize their first time together.
“How’s that?” He pushed a little deeper and she smiled.
“Nice.”
“Nice?” H
e stopped moving and she opened her eyes to find him staring at her. The look of determination on his face was startling. He pressed his upper body forward, forcing her legs closer to her chest. The position forced his cock against her G-spot and when he eased back and slid slowly forward her whole body lurched.
“Nice, huh?” He set a tempo that had her insides quivering in a matter of seconds and she reached for her legs, then his arms, trying to find something to grab on to. She settled for two handfuls of sheets as the heat encircled her lower body and the fullness blossomed. Her breasts ached and without thought she reached for them, tweaking her nipples as he continued to thrust.
“That is so fucking hot,” he whispered, partially pulling out so that just his broad cock head rubbed against the spot and Isabel couldn’t stand anymore. She uncrossed her feet and he grabbed the backs of her legs, just below her knees, and spread her legs wide. The change in angle caused her body to break out in a sheen of sweat as her orgasm climbed.
“I want you with me,” she cried, holding back. She’d congratulate herself later. Or him, for his spectacular tutoring.
“A few more strokes, Izzi. Let yourself go, I’m right there. I fucking promise.”
She relaxed and the climax slammed into her with a force that made her scream. In the distance she heard Chris’ grunts, thought she heard her name leave his lips as he plunged deep and emptied himself into the condom. She slid her legs down his body and he collapsed onto her. She stroked his back, ran her hands over his sculpted muscles. She really hadn’t ever lusted after bulky, muscular guys. Until now.
Her insides were still spasming when he shifted his weight to his forearms.
“You know, I could make you come again,” he whispered.
“Don’t even try,” she warned, opening one eye to take in his smug expression. “And don’t get too full of yourself.”
“Why? You gonna toss me aside and go fishing for another man you think will know you better?” He rolled to his side and pulled her into his embrace.