by Cynthia Dane
Ahaha, there’s more coming out. The man is full of it, in more ways than one.
“Did I, or did I not, tell you not to come?” He squeezes my breast through my corset. “You had one rule to obey, Kathryn. One fucking stupid simple rule.”
He’s angry at me.
Like, legitimately angry.
It dawns on me – he didn’t plan on coming yet. He was going to fuck me to get us both riled up for more fun. Then I went and started coming on his cock, and the next thing he knew, he was so turned on that he couldn’t help but indulge his need to come. I’m a bad sub for not obeying…
…And for embarrassing her Dom.
“I should cut you loose and throw you out.” He smacks my ass again, and I squeal, if only because it stings. “I have no fucking use for a woman, no matter how hot she is, who does this to me. Give me one good reason to keep you here, Kathryn. Tell me why I should give you another chance. Why should I even bother punishing and training you to fit my vision? You’re a pointless endeavor.”
Would someone please shoot me? This is turning me on again, my core echoing his sentiments as I lose the last bit of him down my thigh. Gravity is on my side.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, unsure of what else I should say. “Please forgive me, sir.”
One last spank to make me think. “You’re not sorry. You’re a hungry wench who went ahead and took what she wanted. I don’t have room for women like that in my life. If you’re my sub, then you are obedient. You didn’t even try, Kathryn.”
Oh, Ian, say my name like that some more…
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Ian snaps his fingers in front of my face, With a clink of the handcuffs, my wrists are freed, but I can’t bring myself to move. I rely on Ian picking me up in his arms and dragging me to his bed, where I’m unceremoniously plopped down like a doll.
I don’t care. I’m giggling like a drunken idiot, because that’s basically what I am.
Ian all but confirms it when he snaps his fingers again, trying to get my attention. “Fucking hell.” He sits up, exasperated. “You’re in sub-shock.”
Can’t tell if he’s impressed or not. Annoyed? Definitely. Frustrated? Probably. Being sub-shocked doesn’t help Ian Mathers get the experience he’s after. A shocked sub like me isn’t going to get much training accomplished.
Don’t know what it means? I’m not sure if it’s used outside of our circles, but it’s a word we use around here to describe the phenomenon of subs losing their fucking minds and getting delirious. It’s not the same as subspace. Subspace is when you’re basically knocked unconscious or are so far gone from feeling pain that extra care is needed. Sub-shock is different. It represents me, Kathryn Alison, a woman who got such a good spanking and dicking that she’s laughing at the ceiling and doesn’t care that her Dom has other plans for the evening. Fuck off, Ian! I’m having a good time!
“Katie,” his voice is stern, his breath on my cheek as he climbs onto the bed and kneels next to me. “Come back, darling.” His hands part my legs and rub my mound. Hey, buddy, I had that shaved a few days ago, so be gentle, okay? Nah, it wasn’t his request. I enjoy going into spas and having women named Prudence rip out my pubic hairs.
I’m fucking laughing.
“You’re filthy.” Ian bites my ear and touches the top of my slit. Bouncing around like this makes my bruised ass hurt, but my brain doesn’t even register the pain now. “Not only did you disobey me, but you made a mess all over my floor.” His tsking is only turning me on again. Go ahead, Ian. Get me ready for your round two. Assuming you can get hard again.
He opens the nightstand and pulls out individual tissues. They’re shoved into my hand, which I look at with great amusement.
”Clean yourself up.” Ian keeps my legs open, as if he’s putting my pussy and all its delectable contents on display. “Seriously, Kathryn, you’re a mess.”
“Why don’t you do it?” I toss a tissue at him, giggling when he doesn’t bother to catch it. “Maybe I like your cum.”
“Well, it didn’t take long for that opinion to spring up.” I can’t quite read Ian – then again, I’m a bit busy in my own mind here – but if I didn’t know any better I’d think he didn’t know what to do with me.
I can help him!
“Mf!” His lips are hard against mine. Probably because he didn’t realize we were kissing until I finished pulling him down by the collar. Oh my sweet fuck, this is the hottest thing in the world. I’ve got the man’s lips on mine, and the last of his seed making its way out of my body. Who am I kidding? It’s not the last of it. I’m being greedy and holding on to whatever I can.
Ian puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me away.
“No.”
“No?” I pout, attempting to close my legs on him. “Why not? Don’t you want me?”
He shoves the tissues back into my hand. “You don’t get to decide what goes on around here. You’re acting like a Domme. A selfish one. Pull yourself together.”
I’m starting to sober up, and I don’t like the tone in his voice. Come on, Ian, don’t you find me hot? How many women like me do you get all to yourself? Don’t lie to me. I’m one of the first.
Now get over here and make more love to me.
“Kathryn!”
Gradually, I come back to my senses. I realize what’s I’ve done, and the reaction on my face is immediate. The only good thing to come out of my sudden embarrassment is that Ian’s countenance softens. I doubt he wanted to get stern like that with me. Ever.
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah, Katie.” Ian is still standing beside the bed, one hand clamped on my nearest thigh. “Oh my God.”
I was wrong.
There was one other good thing to happen.
My whole body is relaxed. Not just my body. My mind. My soul.
Being sub-shocked jostled something within me. Now when I look at Ian, I don’t see a man trying to control me. Well, okay, yes, I do see that, but it doesn’t scare me.
It comforts me.
This man has seen me at some of my lowests. Not only professionally, but here in the bedroom, where I’ve screamed in anger, cried in fear, and collapsed in exhaustion because I’m pushing myself to limits I never even knew existed for me.
Every time I got emotional, he stayed by my side.
I knew that Ian was a good and patient Dom. Stern, but good. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He wants to tame me until I can play these scenes as they need to be played out. It’s not only erotic fantasy. There’s a reason this is a lifestyle for many people.
“You need to clean yourself up.” The tissues are in my hand yet again. “Do that for me?”
I’m struck with a new shame. It has nothing to do with sex. I don’t feel ashamed that I’m wearing sex clothes in Ian’s bed while his seed spills out of me and gets everywhere. Hey, that’s his problem once I leave. Nope, I’m ashamed because I…
Because I lost control and disobeyed my Dom.
My Dom.
My Dom.
“Ian…” I clasp his wrist, sitting up and shoving the tissues between my legs. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
He looks at me, plucking my hand off him and glancing at what I’m doing below. He pulls over a trashcan for me to toss the tissues into. “It’s all right, Katie. A lot of this is still new to you. This is why we do training. However, I need you to stop fighting me. I have a limit to my patience, no matter how hot you are.”
Gee, thanks.
“Now are you going to cooperate with me? You know that you need punishing, right?”
His hand lightly grips my thigh. I look at it, at him, at the last tissue I have in my hand that is covered in both me and him. Neither of us acknowledge it as I toss it into the trash.
“Yes, sir,” I say, eyes downcast. “I’m ready to obey and to accept my punishment.”
Ian wraps an affectionate arm in front of me, pulling me
toward his chest. “Don’t be hard on yourself.” His other hand strokes my hair, now tangled around my shoulder. “I’ll let you in on a secret. I enjoyed that as much.”
I hardly doubt that’s a secret, granted how hard he came inside me, but I don’t say anything. I’ve got the collar on, and I’m learning to behave.
I’m ready to behave.
Something frightening is happening. I want to submit. I want to turn him on and make him want me some more. I want to feel what it’s like when Ian Mathers turns me into his personal vessel of copulation. Feel his hands on me. Around me. Inside me.
This whole giving up control business isn’t so bad.
“Tell me what you did wrong,” Ian says, walking to the other side of his bedroom. He opens a closet, which on the surface is full of pressed suits and some shirts to go with them. They’re pushed out of the way so he can rummage for something in the back. “I want to make sure you understand your indiscretions.”
“Well…” I don’t watch what he’s doing. Instead, I curl my legs up to my chest and study his bedspread. Cream-colored. Little swirls in the designs. You’d never guess his family owned a bunch of hotels. “You told me not to come, and then I came anyway. You’re right. I didn’t even try to hold it back. I didn’t care. I felt good and wanted to come, even without your permission.”
“That’s good. What else?”
“I didn’t act with propriety afterward.”
“That’s not really your fault. But you’re right, it was inappropriate.”
He comes back and drops something heavy onto the bed.
Chains.
“Ian… I mean, sir…”
“You can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself.” He snaps the attached handcuffs to my wrists and pulls me back. There’s a reason a Dom like him has a headboard with wire poles. Before I know it, I’m immobilized up top.
Down below.
Gloriously down below.
He lifts one leg up, bending me at the knee before clasping another chain around the ankle. The chain attaches to the bed.
Then the other leg.
Man, I can barely fathom it. I’m locked into one of the most erotic positions of my life. My hands above my head. My ankles chained to the same headboard, forcing my legs up and spread. I can’t close them. I can’t move anything.
I can’t respond, aside with my voice and my extremities.
“The more submissive you become, the more irresistible you are.” Ian dusts his hands and pushes the hair out of my face. “How does it feel, being so forcibly exposed?”
I take a deep breath. “I think I like it.”
“You like having your pussy open to me like that?”
No bigger feeling of being exposed, that’s for sure. “Yes, sir.”
“What does it feel like?”
“It feels like it’s ready for you at any moment.” I’m not lying. Even though I cleaned myself up, thereby eliminating much of my own wetness, I’m still so damned aroused. I don’t want this to end. I want Ian to get hard again and slam himself in there.
I’m so open.
So ready.
So tied down and ready to accept whatever he gives me.
It doesn’t matter… because anything he gives me? It’s for me. It’s a part of him. He’s sharing himself as much as I am baring my soul and my fears.
“And…” Ian looks at me, his bemusement at my sudden words too handsome to capture. “My cunt feels really empty.”
He leans down, leaning over me, playing with the ribbons in my corset. One by one they come untied, my breasts spilling from their cups. Ian pinches one nipple and makes me hiss through my teeth. “Cunt, huh? Is that what you want to call it?”
“You can call it whatever you want, sir.”
“Oh, I’ve got lots of names for these things.” His thumb tugs at my opening, my slick folds exposing how wet I still am. The scent is so powerful that I almost turn my nose away. It’s not just me. It’s his scent, too. An intoxicating scent that reminds me of what we’re here to do and accomplish. “Whatever feels good in the moment.”
Ian looks into my eyes as his thumb crushes my clit. I writhe beneath him, a squeal of pleasure emanating from my body.
He pulls his hand back. “Sensitive, is it? Considering how hard you came – when you weren’t supposed to – I am not surprised.” His thumb grinds back into it, and I’m gasping, my body unable to process this sudden stimulation. “Serves you right.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper. I don’t know if I’m supposed to speak, but I take a chance.
Ian unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the floor before bending down to kiss my toe wiggling in the air. “Not as sorry as you’re going to be.”
Oh, Lord. I am going to need mercy.
“You only have one command.” Ian climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs, hand covering my mound. “Try to come. It’s not going to be easy.”
I know it’s not. He’s going to deny me as part of my punishment – and to get him hard again.
Sure enough, my torture begins.
Chapter 12
KATHRYN
The man is a stunning expert. He knows how to stroke my clit, to work his fingers around the entrance of my slit until I’m squirming for release. It serves me right. This is what I get for daring to come without permission earlier. Ian is no longer going to go easy on me. I disobeyed. I am training to be his sub, and that means I need to obey to get what I want.
Namely, him.
“If you can come, my darling,” he says with a hint of malice, his finger circling my clit and then backing off as I am about to come, “I will fuck you until you understand that I am the only man in the world.”
He’s still not going to make it easy.
Especially when he looks at me like that, looming over me, half-naked and so perfect. Or at least I think so in my haze of wanting to come all over his hand.
Sometimes his fingers slip inside. I am so wet and spread that it’s nothing for him. Yes, Ian, with his strong and thick fingers, can still disappear inside of me without a bit of resistance. The S word falls off my lips as he finger fucks me, hard enough to make my knees bob up and down near my head. He doesn’t touch my clit until he pulls out his fingers and flicks it.
This is torture. Orgasm continues to build inside of me, but for minutes now I’ve been denied reaching climax. I’m squirming. I’m whining. I’m begging him with my eyes and the bite of my lips to finish the fucking job.
He said that if I came, he would fuck me.
Yet. He. Won’t. Let. Me. Every time I reach the tipping point, his fingers pumping in and out of me with varying speeds and rubbing my sensitive clit, he stops and laughs at my tortured reaction. The more he fucks me with his fingers, the more I hear that melodic sound of my body accepting him, begging him to fill and have his way with me.
I can’t stop trying to come. You’d think I would fall over the edge at some point, but Ian knows – he knows – when exactly to pull out or stop rubbing my clit. It doesn’t help that he’s giving me that smug demeanor I fucking hate so much. He knows what he’s doing to me. He knows how much I want him to claim me again.
He must know how much I want to please him.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Ian keeps his fingers inside of me this time, although they do not move. I look down, my mound gleaming in wetness and his fingers plunged in to the third knuckle. All he has to do is curl them and hit me where it counts… “Do you understand what I want from you from now on?”
I moan, my body desperately trying to claim what it wants. “I do.” My voice sounds so far away. In a way, I do feel far away, looking into Ian’s eyes as if he’s from another planet. I want to go there. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you, sir. Please let me come.”
“And then what?”
“And then fuck me. Please.”
He sits back, fingers still
in me, but showing me his erection coming out of his pants – which are quickly discarded to the ground as well. Seeing him completely naked always makes me wet. The man has a physique that makes you think of a model. No, not the super buff kind, but the kind who look so damn good they can model anything they want and get paid well for it. His chest, his shoulders, his biceps, his back, his abs, his thighs… they’re so proportional and strong that I almost ignore his large erection still covered in my arousal from earlier.
“Then come, Katie.”
He thrusts his fingers back into me, curling them enough to make my G-spot scream.
Instead, I do.
His other hand grabs my breast, pinching my nipple while I begin to come. All I hear is my voice; all I see is his gaze. I can’t blink. I can’t look away. He has me so enthralled that I will lie here and ride out this orgasm while the man who regularly devours me looks like he’s about to do it again.
I can’t breathe. I can’t move my legs. All I can do is climax and cover my Dom’s hand in my apology.
He removes his fingers at the right moment. For the first time in a long while, I squirt, a feeling of relief washing over me as hot, hot wetness covers my skin and the bedspread beneath.
I mean, I’m not a porn star. It ain’t gonna fly across the room. It ain’t even gonna be that measurable. Yet Ian smiles, head lowering and tongue sticking out to sample a taste.
“It’s sweet,” he says. His tongue feels like hell on my spent pussy. He gives my clit one cursory flick of his tongue before pulling himself up and kissing my breast, my neck, my lips. “You’ve been a good girl, Katie. I think it’s time you were forgiven.”
At this point my brain is so far gone that I don’t even care anymore. All I can do is whimper as he enters me, his hips pushing my legs farther apart even though they’re already that way.