Young, Allyson - Absolute Perfection [Aspire 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Allyson Young

  “And?”

  She hesitated, and he tapped her thigh in warning. “Because I suggested I didn’t want to be displayed. And I might.” The “So there!” hung unspoken but perfectly understandable.

  George waited until he could be certain no amusement would be heard in his voice. This was serious training. “I like my blow jobs a certain way, sub, and was teaching you. I gave you specific instructions, and you ignored them.”

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry what?”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  That didn’t sit well with him. He wanted to be her Sir. He wanted to master her. But he didn’t need the title. “Call me Georgios.”

  “I’m sorry, Georgios.”

  “You’ll take ten from my hand, Iris.”

  George didn’t hold back. He smacked her raised buttocks hard, barely pausing between the first five, and Iris gasped and clenched and then cried out.

  “There are ways to keep you from clenching, Iris. Perhaps you read about them.”

  She immediately went slack, and he continued, now pausing between each strike to rub the heated skin. Iris didn’t clench as her ass reflected a rosy hue, and her cries became moans of arousal. He knew she was submissive, but to sink into subspace so quickly was a gift. George slid his hot, stinging palm between her widespread legs and her juices immediately coated him. He cupped her dripping sex and squeezed gently. He made his decision and went to fetch the lube. He could feel her eyes on him, but she remained silent. He turned to check to see if she was afraid or anxious, but her face reflected only calm and acceptance as she floated on endorphins. George impulsively pressed a kiss on her temple and could hardly wait to kiss that mouth again. He returned to her bottom and dribbled lube over her anus, working it into the little rosebud with his thumb, pressing and rimming the tiny opening. Iris clenched once and then went slack as he continued to tease her, and then to his delight he was able to insert the tip. She pushed back, and he slid in to the knuckle, the heat of her drawing him further. When he was in as far as the webbing at his palm, she moaned and then spoke.

  “It’s so intrusive, Georgios. So big. I’m too full.”

  “Breathe, sweet one, and relax around it. That’s it, let yourself relax and feel.”

  He pulled nearly all the way out and then pressed back in, turning the digit as he did so, dragging across all those untried nerve endings so rich with blood. Iris gasped and whimpered, and he stilled his movements until she relaxed again. Over and over he pressed in and out, revolving his thumb as he did so until Iris was pressing back against him each time and no longer whimpering or protesting. He pushed his middle finger into her pussy opening, his entry facilitated by her wetness despite how tight and clinging the walls of her channel were. He hooked upward for her G-spot, and Iris gave a tiny shriek. He could pinch the thin membrane between his thumb and finger and did so, smiling as she tried to writhe on him.

  “I give you your climax, Iris. You will wait.”

  He fucked in and out of her two channels, rubbing hard then more gently, deeper and shallow, until Iris was begging him with mindless words.

  “Please, Georgios. I need. I can’t. Oh god, please.”

  It was a simple matter to find her clit, poking from its hood, hard as a pearl, and feather another fingertip over it. He crouched over her, reveling in her helplessness to resist him as he edged her ever closer to orgasm. When he pressed hard on her engorged nub and ordered her to come, she came apart, screaming her pleasure. The room monitor would be looking, and it made him feel smugly satisfied that he could bring his sub to such honest completion. George had thought to make her wait, but decided to visit several more on her over the course of the evening. She’d taken her punishment so well, and he wanted to see her face when she came.

  He eased the pressure from her clit and carefully withdrew his finger. Only then did he remove his thumb, and her ring stayed open for some time before slowly winking closed. He wished she could see how her body welcomed him but contented himself with telling her so as she lay there, sated and restrained, a fine dew of moisture coating her amazing skin. She murmured, but he didn’t know if she truly understood how beautiful she looked.

  Her response was muffled because she’d rolled her head from side to side until her glorious hair had formed a mask of sorts. She finally said lucidly, “I don’t know how to describe that. It shouldn’t feel so exciting. It should feel bad, dirty.”

  George chuckled and made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands. He called back to her over his shoulder. “Sex is dirty, sweet one. We tart it up with expressions of love, but it’s filthy, messy, exciting, and passionate.”

  * * * *

  Iris stilled. She literally felt her entire body go into shut-down mode. It wasn’t that she disagreed with Georgios’s comments. Sex was earthy and hardly the stuff of dreams and angels. But she’d always hoped it went right along with some form of affection besides the trust and respect, the obedience he expected from her. She believed that love nurtured sexual contact, which was likely why she didn’t do casual flings. Was this to be casual? She didn’t think it was, at least not in her estimation during her contact with Georgios, however brief. They seemed connected somehow, and she thought he was really drawn to her as she was to him. He had actually said so. But he hadn’t spoken of love or commitment, at least not past a D/s relationship. She knew people had those kinds of relationships and they were really intense, but surely love was a part of it in some cases. One had only to look at Haley and her Doms. For the first time Iris doubted her decision to turn herself over to him and tried to push it away, tried to trust him. She heard the water shut off and tried to appear untroubled, no small feat for a woman stretched and bound over a red padded-leather bench.

  Georgios released her binds and helped her to her feet after rubbing the long muscles in her legs, stiff from the position they’d held against the tension of her punishment and that insane orgasm. She wouldn’t have missed that for the world, but her heart told her it wouldn’t be enough in the end.

  “Do you need the restroom?”

  She nodded, and he walked her inside and lowered her to the toilet. She knew she should be bothered by the lack of modesty but was too exhausted from the climax and the revelation. She wiped and then washed her hands. Georgios took a warm cloth and cleaned her privates gently, making her hold onto the sink, ignoring her feeble protests. It felt so kind, but she’d read all about aftercare, so it was just part of the scene.

  Iris was surprised at her bitchiness, this little feeling of resentment. Maybe she should tell him, let this all out. She wasn’t supposed to withhold. She understood that fact very well. BDSM was all about sharing and not withholding in order for both parties to get what they needed. But Georgios forestalled her. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed as if she weighed next to nothing. She felt the ridge of his erection and realized he was ready to go again, and while she wanted sex with him, they needed to talk first. And he knew it. He laid her down and stretched out beside her, stroking her hair back from her face and staring gravely into her eyes.

  “Tell me.”

  She really didn’t know where to begin. Maybe at the beginning. “We have a connection, right? The night of the ceremony you noticed me and I noticed you. It hasn’t been awkward. We get along. It’s comfortable but also sexy.”

  “All true, sweet one. I was surprised by you, and by my response to you. You remi…that is to say, you simply spoke to me the minute I laid eyes on you, and I quite soon saw things in you I have never seen in another woman, nor felt in one. So I pursued you. You know how I reacted to you.”

  Iris wondered why he had hesitated, fumbled with his words, but suspected he was trying to be specific with her. She felt the emotion in his voice, too. Georgios’s heritage became evident in his tone and phrasing when he was earnest and intense. “I haven’t felt this way before, Georgios. I’m already a bit overwhelmed, although I won’t say I haven’t
enjoyed it. Except for the spanking part,” she added hastily.

  “Little lies, sweet one?” His velvet tone made her pussy wet again, and she was amazed that she could still want more pleasure when one orgasm, albeit self-inflicted, was usually enough.

  “Well, I didn’t really like it at first. It stung.”

  “It was meant to, Iris. There is that fine line between pain and pleasure, and you fell over it tonight, quite quicker than most.”

  “I did?”

  “You did,” he confirmed. “You slipped into subspace after five or six spanks.”

  Iris thought about that for awhile. There had been that sense of euphoria, like the times she ran until her lungs couldn’t pump any more oxygen into her rubbery legs and her heart labored to push the blood through her veins. Like that. It was a sense of being forced well beyond her limits and was quite satisfying.

  “So, when you say that you want me as your sub, even though I disappointed you with the blow job thing, you still mean that? It’s not short term?” God, she just wanted to ask him if he felt any warm feelings for her or if it was just hot sex and submission and control. Because she had fallen for this man. The recent events had merely added to the attraction and commitment she was prepared to make. She just couldn’t make herself ask in case it made him feel he should push her away to be kind. She didn’t want this to end.

  George rose up on one elbow and gave her a surprised look. “You are special and unlike any other woman, sweet one. You are so very individual, and you call to me like no other. There was nothing tonight that disappointed me, and I won’t allow you to think that way. This was our first time together! We have much to learn about one another and so many layers to peel back. I pushed you hard tonight already, Iris.”

  She couldn’t resist. “And is the night over?”

  He rolled on top of her in the next heartbeat, his legs pushing hers wide as he made a place for his leather-clad groin in the nest between her legs. “Does this feel as though the night is over, sweet one?”

  Iris smiled, and his lips took hers with authority, chasing away all of her doubts and concerns. This was a process, and she needed to remind herself of it. Georgios said she was different and special and she would trust that a deeper connection would follow.

  He tore his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her body after first catching her wrists to press them into the mattress above her head and warning her not to move. She grasped the edge of the pillow to help herself obey, but it was so hard not to run her hands over his shoulders and through his hair. She wanted that opportunity and would ask for it, but in the meantime, she gave over to the sensation of him worshipping her breasts.

  His work-roughened hands rasped against the sensitive undersides, and she shivered and then shrieked when his teeth closed over a nipple. Pleasure and pain. She scrabbled at the fabric encasing the pillow and arched into him while wanting to pull away. He turned his attention to her other breast and the cooling of his saliva on her abandoned nipple immediately contrasted with the heat of his mouth against her other taut nub. His faint beard shadow tickled and tantalized. She tried to stay still, but her body wouldn’t obey, straining toward his touch.

  Georgios’s tongue traced a languid pattern between her swollen mounds and licked down her belly to the concave of one hip where he suckled hard. Sweet spot. Oh, god how did he know? She writhed and moaned, and he upped the ante by sucking harder and sliding a finger between her soaking folds.

  “Please, Georgios. No more.”

  He growled against her skin. “You will trust me to know how much you can take.”

  With the smooth move of a predator, he was back between her legs, her knees bent and pushed wide. There were no preliminaries, no teasing this time. He sucked her clit into his mouth and shoved at least two fingers up inside of her. Iris detonated. Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids, and the soles of her feet went numb. She was vaguely aware of Georgios sliding up her body, his leathers magically gone, and then she was impaled. His fat cock slammed up against her cervix, and she fell again, clenching hard around him in ripples and waves. He grunted and thrust hard, working above her. She pried her eyes open and watched his chiseled features contort in the sweet agony of climax, and then he collapsed upon her, his seed contained by the condom she hadn’t seen him don. Iris couldn’t breathe but didn’t care. Georgios levered his bulk off her to cuddle close, and she inhaled his scent as she recovered from the spectacular sex. She drifted off, warm and replete.

  * * * *

  Something was tickling her nose, and Iris impatiently reached to push it away, muttering under her breath. Her hand didn’t follow her command, and she tried again. She realized her hands were tied to the headboard, and that her vision was dark. She wore a blindfold. Her heart rate sped up, and she sucked in a gulp of air. A familiar hand immediately smoothed over her breasts and belly.

  “Shh, sweet one. I want to learn you and hope for you to enjoy every moment. I want you to simply feel.”

  She felt her lips form a pout. Before he could question her, she retorted, “I want to touch you!”

  “And you will, Iris. But not tonight. Not today. You have slept for some time.”

  The object drifted down her throat and over each of her breasts. It felt soft yet firm all at once. Iris flinched away when it touched on her ticklish spots, and she assimilated the fact that her ankles were tied to the foot of the bed, and there was a pillow beneath her hips. Her pussy would be on display, and it titillated her, knowing he would be looking at her there. Her juices flowed, and the object traced its way down her center to pass over her pussy and etch her thighs and drift back up again. It suddenly withdrew, and Iris, her other senses now on high alert, heard it whistle through the air before it tapped the nipple on her right breast. She sucked in oxygen between her teeth and thrashed her head in an effort to process the sensation when the other nipple received the same attention. God.

  “Please, Georgios. I’m not sure…”

  “You have your safe word, sweet one. Use it and everything stops.”

  Iris didn’t want everything to stop. She just wanted to know when the next blow would happen, and not being able to see it both terrified and aroused her. Her nipples stung, but to her chagrin, her torso arched upward. For more? Georgios tapped them again and again, and the pleasure and pain lanced down to her widespread pussy, and Iris tried to bite off her moans.

  “I want to hear you, sweet one.” Georgios punctuated his statement with two quick taps on her mons, and Iris obliged him, allowing her feelings to spill over.

  He rubbed the object between her pussy lips, pushing up into her opening, and she knew it would be getting saturated with her juices. She barely had time to process the effect when he snapped it over her clit. Time stood still, and she couldn’t get her breath against the experience. He snapped it again, and she came. Air stuttered in and out of her chest as she spiraled against the disparate sensations, and when Georgios shoved something hard and unforgiving up inside of her, something that prickled and buzzed, Iris screamed the rafters down.

  She came back to herself, released and held in his arms. He murmured into her hair and rocked her. She could barely make out the words.

  “Sweet one. Sweet sub. So warm. So much passion.”

  Iris wished he would tell her he loved her, that she was his, even if it was probably just sex, and much too soon. Tears filled her eyes, unbidden, and he kissed them away with tenderness. She would take what he offered.

  Chapter Five

  George held Iris as close as he could. He had pushed her hard but hadn’t been able to control himself. Oh, he’d been careful not to scare her or push her further than she could go, but to use his crop on a new sub…He accepted his insane need to brand her, however figuratively. He wanted it all, this instant, and couldn’t counsel patience. She was so perfect in her submission and her passion. She’d taken everything he’d given her, and being inside her was magical. He, Georgios Archimedes
Andreas, who was solemn and practical and never fanciful, was transported. Iris not only entranced him, she’d truly bewitched him. She gave as she received. He would collar her. Hell, he would take her home with him, make a home with her. He would…He stopped himself. They had just met. It was too soon to think of a forever commitment. She would likely be overwhelmed. He decided to ease her into the idea of a long-term D/s arrangement and then offer her his collar. He’d already told her they would move ahead with things as they felt right. Rushing this did feel right though, but he cautioned himself once again. Iris was so new to this.

  He slid her from his lap to sit on the edge of the mattress. When he was certain she could stay upright, he went into the bathroom and soaked a few cloths in warm water and grabbed a towel. He knelt before her and carefully cleansed her face, approving her use of so little makeup. He then swabbed between her thighs after easing her legs apart. She sat quietly under his ministrations, even when he dropped her dress over her head and managed to close the zipper. He tucked her panties into his duffle along with the rest of his gear and the nipple clamps glinted up at him. All in good time.

  “Are you ready, sweet one?”

  “Where are we going?” Her sex-drunk voice gave him pause. He didn’t want to take her back to that impersonal hotel room. Not now. Especially if she could slide into sub drop.

  “I’m taking you home with me.”

  “All right.”

  She had already surrendered to him. He didn’t need to fight his own feelings for her, but he did. It was too soon, and he was afraid to jinx things. He drew her to her feet and set an arm around her waist. She moved with him, and he sensed she was nearly back to herself, if exhausted. He punched in the code and opened the door for her. She accompanied him down the hall and through the lounge area where a few members relaxed and chatted. Most of the scenes were probably over, judging by the early hour, but this was a place that defied the constraints of the outside world and some members clung to it. He nodded to the ones he knew and they nodded back, with the exception of Casey, who ignored him but looked Iris up and down. George didn’t like the way Casey stared. There was more to it than a Dom assessing a sub, and besides Iris was claimed. He had no time to confront the man so stepped into his line of vision and hustled Iris out the door. She again amiably followed his lead and he reveled in the trust she showed him.