"Now?" My brows draw together. Surely, he's kidding?
"Are you confused by my command?"
"No, but wouldn't you rather..." My gaze is drawn to the tenting of his pants.
"Fuck you?"
"Well, yes." That is why we're here.
"I've already fucked you four times tonight."
A sly smile slips past me. That won't stop him.
"But that's the problem. I want to fuck you all the damn time, Alexa. All. The. Damn. Time. You give me that power and you'll never have time for your studies. Residency isn't just about going to work and being on call. It's about long days and later nights after work, reading and learning about your patients. You can't do that if you're on your knees with me knocking around your tonsils all the time."
"But..."
"If this is what you want, I'll give it to you. You'll learn what it means to be a slave. You'll hand over control of every aspect of your life, not just the bits and pieces you decide. I get to decide what you wear, when you wake, what you eat. I manage your finances and where you sleep. That could be in my bed or a cage if that's what I choose. I fuck you whenever I want, and it doesn't matter if it makes you late for work, or if you're coming off a 48-hour call. If I want you to wait on me hand and foot you will, even if you're so tired you can barely see straight. Does that sound like the kind of life you want? Do you really want one person to have that much power over everything?" He places his hands on his hips and points to the student's desk. "If that answer is yes, we'll do this. We'll do it my way. Not yours."
His words slam into me. All of his words. He wants this. That admission resonates in my soul, but there's more. It's not like I don't know what it means to be a slave, but I'm realizing a sobering truth.
It's not as glamorous as it sounds.
All control?
I understood but missed the point.
His over-protectiveness rings in the air. This is the Daniel I know and respect. He will sideline his wishes over my needs. My career is important to him and I'm realizing this is non-negotiable. He truly cares about me. Not just about fucking me.
With any other man, becoming a slave might put my career in jeopardy. I don't necessarily like what he's saying, but I understand it.
I respect it.
I'm more than a little in awe of him.
His priority is me.
I don't know why this never occurred to me before. I thought only about the sex, the bondage, the submission, the endless fucking. I know M/s can extend beyond that, but it wasn't at the forefront of my mind.
It is now.
"So…" I glance around the room. "What happens now?"
Chapter 12
"What do you want to happen, baby girl?" His use of my nickname makes it difficult to think straight. All I want to do is melt into him when he uses that name.
"I honestly don't know." My answer flows out of me confused and unsure. I tug at the collar, realizing it's more restrictive than I want.
"If this is what you want, we'll do it. I'll be what you need me to be, but any hesitation and we put this aside. If we don't pursue this tonight, I have one request."
A request? Not a demand?
"Yes?"
"You table this. No more talk about being my slave. Give it time to settle in, really understand what you're asking, what you're willing to give up, and why. We're relatively new as a couple. We've known each other only a few months. I know you're eager to jump into the deep end and push this as far and as fast as you can, but if you want something that lasts, let's take the time to nourish what we have. Let it grow roots and establish a firm footing. Let's explore M/s in a safe environment and not jump in over our heads. I don't want regrets. We have all the time in the world to indulge our mutual fantasies."
"Ours?"
"Yes, baby girl. I fantasize about this too, but there's a gulf between fantasy and reality which requires commitment and real work." He slips his hand into his pants pocket and pulls something out. "Give me your hand."
I lift my hand.
He unfolds my fingers and places a penny in my palm. That's the bid I put on myself.
"One night won't be enough, but I'll take tonight. Your note said I could have you for one night, one week, one month, one year, or forever. You offered yourself for a penny, but gave me the choice to decide for how long." His smile is genuine.
"I loved your note," he says, continuing to stare intently into my eyes. "Despite any anger I may have had, your note won me over. For a penny, I'll take all of you, but you told me I decide how long. Give yourself to me tonight, and again, one night a month for a year. We'll come here. You'll wear my collar, and we'll explore what this might mean for us. I'll take you deep into your submission and challenge your limits. We'll form a lasting foundation for the rest of our lives. I'll be relentless and uncompromising. It won't be easy on you. You need to understand what being a Master means to me and how that affects you."
"And for the rest of the month?"
His low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. "Oh, you have at least a year's worth of detention, young lady. But we'll focus on your studies. You think your reading list is long now? Just wait until you see what I have to give you. Professor Greyson has plenty of assignments for his star pupil to complete. And Doctor Greyson demands only the best of his residents. More than you probably want, and plenty to keep you busy. You'll hate me before the year is out, but you'll be grateful I'm riding you hard."
"I like the sound of that, but I'd rather ride you." My attempt at humor is met with the hardness of his stare.
"I'm not talking about sex, but you know that."
I tuck my chin to my chest. "I do."
He's always been clear about what comes first in my life. We fuck a lot, but he wants to see me become the best surgeon I can be.
I cup the penny and hold it to my chest. "How much did you bid?" I bite my lower lip.
"Your worth is not measured in the amount of my bid."
I sense he's not going to tell me the real number.
"How did you know?"
"You're an open book to me. I knew you and Katy were up to something. It wasn't too hard to figure it out."
"Are you mad at me?"
He said he was no longer mad at me.
"For wanting to be my slave?" He shook his head. "Never. But I'm disappointed in your behavior. You lied to me and hid your activities. That's not the kind of behavior I expect from my submissive. I most definitely won't tolerate it in a slave. You're expected to behave and obey. You'll be punished for that. None of that changes between us. My expectations remain the same."
"I'm sorry I lied to you."
"I know." He steps back and tugs at the bowtie around his neck. "You're stunning, you know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir." But, only because he says so.
He lifts his hands and unbuttons his jacket. Before I blink, it's on the floor. His magical fingers work at the buttons of his crisp white shirt and I take in a sharp inhale. He's broad shouldered, muscular, and all mine.
"Daniel, I'm really sorry. It won't happen again." His name pushes past my lips and he pauses. I use it instead of Sir because I want him to know I mean it. I'm not playing a role, but rather speaking directly to him.
"For tonight, I'm your Master. Address me as such."
"You're sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry…Master." The word feels glorious on my lips and I want to say it again and again. I'm practically salivating as he tosses his shirt down on the floor where it joins his jacket. He's working his belt buckle free. Next comes the zipper.
The visual feast of watching him undress is maddening to me. I'm in my school girl uniform, but I don't make a move to undress.
He toes off his shoes and kicks them out of the way. His pants are next and he stands before me in nothing more than his boxer briefs.
He's hard.
The swollen length of him pushes against the cotton of his b
oxers.
"Wow."
He gives a little smirk and glances down at his boxers. Hooking his fingers beneath the elastic, he pulls the stretchy band over his jutting erection and slides the briefs down his legs. Those join the pile of clothes and he stands before me naked.
"I wish you could see how you look at me," he says. "It's how I feel when I look at you."
"And how is that?" I twist my fingers in front of me, not really sure if I'm supposed to strip or not.
"Ravenous." He stalks toward me. "On your knees, slave. It's time to worship your Master's cock."
I lower myself to my knees and stare up at him in awe. He's mesmerizing.
He's comfortable in his skin, more comfortable than I ever was before I met him. All the imperfections I feel about my body disappear beneath his gaze. He makes me believe I'm the most beautiful woman in the world and the most desirable.
"Kiss it." His voice deepens and I lean in to plant my lips over the crown of his cock.
His breath hisses and his hand falls on the top of my head.
"Lick it."
I do as I'm told.
"Suck me in."
I open and bring his rigid length into my mouth.
Chapter 13
"Swallow me whole."
I take him as deep as I can. He'll go deeper, but this is as far as I can get on my own.
"You'll wake up every morning and serve me like this. Worshiping my cock and bringing me pleasure is your first task of every day."
He says we're not doing the Master/slave thing at home, but this sounds like a step toward that.
I would answer him, but my mouth is full. The salty tang of his essence coats my tongue as I suck his dick. His breathing deepens and his hips jerk forward. I expect him to come in my mouth, but he pulls out and stares down at me.
"How did that make you feel? Me ordering you to do that every morning?"
"Wet." It's the first word that comes to mind.
"That's what it does to you. I asked how does it make you feel?"
"It's exciting, but I'm worried there may be some mornings I won't be able to do it."
"As my slave, you don't have a choice."
"I know." I see the problem, but wouldn't he make allowances for a bad day?
He reaches down and pulls me from my knees. He plants his lips over mine. It's a soft, achingly lovely kiss, one which connects directly to my soul.
He watches me as I place my hands on his chest. Permission isn't granted for me to do this, but I can't stop my hands from roaming over his sculpted muscles.
"I want you, Alexandria Black." He grips my chin and lifts my face to his. "I want all of this, but let's take our time. We'll get where we need to be. I promise."
"Yes, Master." I love how the word rolls over my tongue.
He nudges his nose to mine and my breath stills as he traces along my skimpy top. His finger pushes under the thin fabric and brushes over my nipple. I can't help but gasp.
"I think about nothing but you all day long. Do you know that? Do you realize that I obsess over how many hours separate me from being with you, fucking you, bending you over my knee? The nights you're on call, and the nights I'm on call, are spent in agony separated from you."
He glides his finger to my other breast and repeats the feather-light touch. I squirm and rub my legs together. I'm responsive to him in a way I've never reacted to any other man.
He takes my hand and kisses my palm, then lowers it to wrap it around his cock. His eyes close and a low moan escapes him as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, and works his way down my writhing body.
I slowly stroke him, knowing he's not interested in coming right away.
I am.
He's naked and I'm still dressed. Not in much. And I'm not wearing panties. This reversal is odd to me, but also incredibly exciting. But I want to come. The needy pulsation between my legs is unbearable
"I want to learn every inch of your body, Alexa, until you're burned into my memory."
He bends down and his cock slips out of my hand. He settles on his knees.
Pressing his lips to my belly, his words rumble against my flesh with promise. "I want to know what you love, what you fear…" He cups my pussy and I let out a little gasp. "I want to know what makes you gasp, laugh, and so much more."
His finger slides into me and he takes no time finding my g-spot. I rock against him, greedy for more.
"God, you're soaked for me." He glances up as I bite my lower lip. It's all I can do to control the urgent need to hump his hand. He gives a smirk and pushes a second finger in to join the first. "I want to drive you crazy until you come undone on my hand, my mouth, and my cock."
"Please…"
"Please what?"
"Please let me come?"
"Is that how a slave begs her Master?"
Oh lord. He's killing me.
"Please, Master, I need to come."
"You're fucking gorgeous when you beg. Do you know that?"
My hips rock against his hand. I'm really close.
He spreads me wider and drags his fingertips through my opening, swirling around my clit without touching it directly. All I need is a little more friction and I'll fly right over the edge. Instead of my clit, his fingertips drag down my thighs and I can't help but quiver as I moan.
"Master…" I need this. "Please…"
"Soon, my pretty slave…soon."
I practically scream when he leans in and takes one long swipe along my slit with his tongue. When he flicks my clit, my hands bunch in his hair.
"God yes!" My body bucks beneath the wickedness of his tongue, but he refuses to send me over the edge.
He holds me in place and nuzzles the hard nub with his nose while he pulls my pussy lips into his mouth and tugs. He takes one hand and drags it around my ass cheek. While my entire body shakes, he slides one finger over my ass and presses it against the puckered hole.
I suddenly remember what he said about my ass. How he would take it as my Master. This is what I agree to if we proceed. Fear aside, I'm committing to his right to take whatever he wants.
His finger rubs against the tight hole, but he doesn't force his way inside.
"I'm going to fuck you here tonight." The heat of his breath pulses against my swollen clit. "I'm not going to ask. I'm simply going to take. Once I start, I won't stop no matter what you do. As your Master, you have no right to refuse me, but the club has given you a way out. If you have something to say, now is the time."
The S.O.S.
He's telling me I have a choice, and I'm fully aware of what that means. He's not going to stop. If I speak now, he will, but if I don't, and change my mind when he actually begins, that will be grounds for his expulsion from the club.
A smart man, he's telling me exactly how far he's willing to go. This is important to him, and maybe he knows my fear is only that; fear of the unknown.
He would never do anything to harm me. I must trust in him.
My legs shake and my insides twist, but my decision is clear.
"I'm yours and my body belongs to you…Master."
His finger moves past my anus and dives back into my slick opening. I rock against his face and moan all the more. He fucks me with his finger and kisses his way up my body. When he gets to my short top, he pulls the fabric up to expose my nipples to the air.
"I'm putting nipple rings in these. I bought them tonight."
"You did?" It's hard to speak when my entire body shakes.
"Of course, I knew what you planned and I made plans of my own. You'll be pierced, a permanent memory of tonight, and one other thing."
"What's that?"
"A tattoo. I'm marking you." There's a tattoo and piercing parlor within the dungeon. "You have your S.O.S, of course, but not the right to refuse me. Are you still committed to being my slave? Knowing I want this and that I won't ask. Does that change things?" Before I can answer, he continues. "It's going to be done tonight."
I'm not j
ust an ass virgin. I'm a piercing and a tattoo virgin too. He's going to take all of that from me.
Tonight.
Things are getting real and it's making me nervous. Nipple rings are one thing. He's making me face my fear of needles to satisfy his wishes, but a tattoo?
That's permanent.
You're his slave. Did you not know what that would mean?
I'm not happy with my inner voice chastising me, but it's right.
"I trust you."
He gives a soft laugh. "You're not even going to ask what the tattoo will be?"
"No."
"Such faith." His eyes narrow. "Not what I was expecting considering how you feel about needles."
"If it's what you want, then does it matter what I want?"
"It always matters what you want. I'm not an ass. I may be uncompromisingly dominant, but I'm not abusive. I'll never do something you can't live with."
This is where trust comes in.
"I trust you…Master." I love saying Master, but it's too new and I'm stumbling a little with it.
"Do you trust me to make those choices for you?"
"Yes."
"You have your S.O.S."
"I know."
"Do you want the piercings? The tattoo?"
"I want to please you."
"I would never force you…"
"To do something I'll regret. Yes, Master. I know." I shouldn't interrupt, but I need him to understand. "But this is my choice. To be your slave means to give you the power to decide for me. I may not want it, but in pleasing you, I get something too."
"Is that so?"
I consider my answer for a moment and decide it's true.
"Submission is as exciting as it is scary. There are going to be moments which are hard for me. Others that are incredible. But it's that struggle to submit which I love. I know you don't think I'm ready for this, and I may not be as ready as I thought, but I can do this. I will do it."
"Why, baby girl?" His tone is reverent, cautious, and yet eager at the same time.
"Because I love you."
"And I love you, my pretty slave." He spins me around and smacks my ass. "Now bend over that bed and give me that fine ass."
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