Well, that was the problem with this Dom/sub stuff, she thought. When did the woman get a chance to do what she wanted? Admittedly, blindly following orders was a huge turn-on, but on the other hand she’d like to be in charge once in a while. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Okay, up you go. I want you on your knees again.” He placed one of the throw cushions from the couch in the space between his bare feet and pulled her down to face him.
“Unzip my fly and take my cock out,” he ordered. Alyx blanched. This wasn’t a skill she felt all that confident about. And he was fucking huge compared to the last guy she’d done this for, and that had taken so long she’d nearly gotten lockjaw. She braced herself for disappointing Daniel. She’d give it her best shot, but doubted it’d end happily.
* * *
The thought of having her luscious mouth on his dick was all Daniel could think about right now. He gazed upon her pretty pink lips. So fucking sexy. Images of her hot mouth on him had him reeling. Alyx managed a shaky smile, then slowly slid down his zipper and reached in with her hand, freeing him. He suddenly realized he’d skipped the toy lesson. Overanxious. He should be ashamed of himself, but he decided to shelf toys until later.
“Start with your hands. However you like.” Since his little subbie wasn’t all that secure about her oral skills, rather than tell her what to do, he decided to wait and see what she’d do on her own.
Alyx’s saucer-sized gaze stared at his erection’s length and thickness. She furrowed her brow, then wrapped her small hand around his girth and applied the slightest pressure. She brushed her thumb over the bare head. Sweet Jesus, her hand felt so good on him. She squeezed him and stroked her thumb around the head’s ridge and his dick pulsated. Her other hand grabbed him lower and she began a rhythmic stroking, up and down, increasing the pressure until he nearly came. He had to reach out and stop her. Must slow things down.
“No more hands, baby, just use your mouth,” he said with what little oxygen he could find. He concentrated on slowing his breathing down. Pace yourself, man.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, but didn’t move. She looked deeply into his eyes and made him wait. Insane torture. He didn’t know if it was intentional, but the girl was fucking tormenting him.
She leaned in and braced her hands on either side of his waist and he slid down farther on the couch, resting his head against the back. The dark waves of her hair cascaded over his thighs and he grabbed it and twisted it into a spiral and held it. He didn’t want anything to interfere with his vision of her lips devouring him. The tip of her tongue licked him and he groaned. His hips lifted toward her face and sweat broke out on his forehead. He closed his eyes, her sweet warm breath had him straining toward her. Balling his free hand into a fist, he struggled to keep from thrusting his hips up and ramming himself down her throat. Her tongue stroked the sides and over the tip until the relentless tempo of her attentions had him writhing. She sucked hard and he feared he’d explode in her mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Alyx. Enough.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her off him. Her glistening, swollen lips nearly sent him over the edge.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she began.
“Jesus, woman, don’t say you’re sorry. You’re fucking great at this. Whoever told you that you weren’t should have his head examined. And he didn’t deserve you.”
Her face softened and her eyes brightened. “Come here, you little vixen,” he said, pulling her to her feet. “Straddle me.”
He held her hands and she settled herself over him, a knee braced on either side of his hips. “Now, down. You’re in control of how fast and how deep you take it.”
Their fingers laced together tightly and the sight of her lustful eyes on his face made his dick throb more. She made him wait again, her hot wet flesh poised over him. You’re killing me here, Alyx. She didn’t seem particularly innocent at the moment and he worried that giving her control might encourage her to top him even more than she had already. When had he lost control of this scene? This had the makings of a tactical disaster. But what the hell, let her have a little control. He certainly didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm now that he had her more confident. Of course, if this was for real, instead of this ridiculous game they’d subjected themselves to, he’d be more than happy to give her the reins. Well, once in a while anyway.
Lowering herself, she didn’t hesitate, sinking her weight onto him with one quick thrust. His dick pulsed as she squeezed around him. Their clasped hands tightened as she moved up and down, the rhythm building. She paused momentarily at the top, then followed with a hard-downward thrust.
“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sublime sensation of her velvet sheath surrounding him. “Hold onto my shoulders,” he ordered. Her small hands gripped his flesh, her fingernails biting into him. He reached behind her and gave the plug a twist.
“Fuck,” she cried. He twisted it again as she continued riding him. Daniel seized her hips and pulled her down, down, thrusting himself deep inside her. They moved in a pounding rhythm that seemed to go on forever. She had stamina, and a warmth, no, a heat, a fire, that threatened to consume his sanity.
He opened his eyes and found her staring at him. Her pupils dilated and she grinned. “Oh, goddamn,” she yelled, her breaths short and ragged, her cheeks flushed the same pink color as her ass.
“Come for me, baby.” He gasped, and she clenched around him and cried her release. With one final plunge, he exploded inside her. Daniel growled as the shudders from his orgasm roiled through him. An incoherent mewling escaped his little subbie’s sweet lips. Jesus, she fucking blew him and then she blew his mind. His dick twitched inside her as the spasms from her soft core sucked him dry.
“Jesus, Alyx, you’re killing me,” he sputtered. She collapsed against his chest, circling her arms around his back. Her heart fluttered against him like the wings of a hummingbird. He stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other. His dick still throbbed inside her and she pulsed around him with tiny intermittent aftershocks.
He didn’t want to let her go. Ever. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he held on as if someone was about to swoop down and steal her away. Sweet Jesus, he was in serious trouble here.
* * *
Alyx decided she was dead. Yup, he’d finally killed her. She’d never walk again. Yet Daniel’s arms around her felt so safe, secure. No one had ever made her feel like this before.
“You okay?” Daniel said near her ear.
“I’m either in heaven,” she said. “Or hell.”
Daniel’s robust laugh rumbled in his chest, making her smile. “I’m not sure this was much of a lesson. I think maybe I let you have too much control.” Oh yeah, she thought. That’ll teach him that I, too, am a force to be reckoned with. But she decided to keep her mouth shut, for once.
Removing her head from his chest, she pulled back and put both hands on either side of his face, then leaned in for a kiss. Daniel eagerly responded, his tongue searching and caressing the inside of her mouth. His dick twitched inside her and he pulled her down tightly to his lap. He stroked the side of her face, smoothing her sweat-soaked hair. She almost purred.
When their breathing arrived in the normal range again, he scooted them both to the edge of the seat cushion. Taking the towel from the coffee table he pulled her off his lap and used it to wipe them both clean. He settled her against his chest and leaned back, perching his feet atop the coffee table and Alyx settled her legs on top of his. The soft crooning of Frank Sinatra floated on the airwaves.
“You like Ol’ Blue Eyes?” Alyx asked, draping her arms over his as they trapped her breasts in a sort of embrace.
“I do, not all the time, but in the right setting. You?”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
They sat quietly like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of what seemed more like lovemaking than it should have. Alyx’s mind swirled in a whirlpool of scenarios. Co
uld she really be falling for this guy in just a few short days? She needed to rein in her emotions and guard her heart. She knew enough biology to understand that all the orgasmic oxytocin and dopamine flooding her system could easily trick her into believing more was going on here. When it was business, a temporary arrangement.
Daniel settled her into bed like he had the night before. It left her with an odd confusion. Sort of like when her father used to tuck her in, so tight she could hardly breathe. Her father made it a challenge each time, telling her he’d secure her so tightly that no one could steal her away in the night. This entire experience with Daniel overwhelmed her in so many different ways. His authoritative, controlling, almost fatherly demeanor was kind of fucked up, while other times he acted playful, childlike.
What game was he playing?
Chapter 4
Monday
Daniel knocked three times on her bedroom door and entered. She should have set an alarm. “Time to get up, sleepyhead,” he chided her. Sitting on the bed’s edge, he slid his hand under the covers and tweaked her nipple, making her yelp. “You’re sleeping on my time, little subbie,” he said, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Time to get our blood pumping, then we’ll have breakfast.”
His dark eyes seemed playful, happy. She wanted his body on top of her, the weight of him pressing her against the mattress, like an electric blanket on a cold winter day. But then she frowned in confusion.
“Two spankings for your thoughts?” he said, mirroring her expression.
“Isn’t today Monday?”
“Yes, why?”
“Don’t you have to go to work? Save a few people?”
“No, I took the entire week off. Did I neglect to tell you that?”
“Yes, you most certainly did,” she said, thumping her hands against the bed.
“Oh, so you thought you’d have a respite from my attentions during daylight? Well, little subbie, I hate to disappoint you, but you’re wrong. I’m here for you twenty-four, seven. I bet you can’t wait to see what torturous activities I have planned for today.” He peaked his eyebrows playfully and every nerve ending south of her navel clenched.
Well, she hadn’t calculated him taking vacation time. 168 hours of Dr. Taylor’s ministrations. Well, originally, she’d considered that a nightmare, hours upon hours of pain-laden kinky antics, and she’d been terrified. But now her insides trembled for a different reason.
“Ten minutes,” he snapped, getting up. “I want you in the gym, stat. Don’t be late, or I might have to lash you right there on the inclined bench.”
“Oh, hell no,” she screeched as he tore the covers off her, exposing her naked body to the cool morning air. Her nipples hardened, but not only from the sudden chill.
“Not only will I, I’ll thoroughly enjoy it.” His smile exuded wicked eroticism. “Countdown’s started,” he warned and then left, closing the door behind him.
Alyx jumped out of bed and beelined for the bathroom, grooming and dressing while keeping a close eye on the clock. She made it into the gym with about twenty seconds to spare. Daniel glared. “Close call, little subbie. Now that you’ve ruined my fun, I’ll have to think up some other rule for you to break. The consequences will be delicious.”
“I think last night convinced me to stay on the straight and narrow, Sir.”
“Bullshit. You can’t convince me you didn’t like it. Every. Single. Minute. I distinctly recall your arousal. Besides, I’m the Dom and I can do whatever I fucking want.”
Alyx shook her head but kept her mouth shut. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that on some fucked up level she sort of enjoyed getting a few swats on her ass. Yet she really didn’t want him to do it again. Did she?
They finished their workout, then ran the agreed upon number of miles before a leisurely breakfast on the deck. The day proved a bit cooler than expected and Daniel gave her one of his Boston College sweatshirts to keep her warm while they ate. He told her that he’d attended Boston College on a scholar-athlete award for football. Halfway through his sophomore year, however, he’d decided the school was too small and the remote location depressed him. He eventually transferred to Boston University.
Daniel’s phone rang. Rob Scarborough was checking on Alyx’s progress. Daniel explained that outside of her tendency to top him every now and again, things were going reasonably well. He explained that it was imperative to give Alyx some sense of the club before her debut because when she observed what really went on there it might be too much. They agreed on Thursday night and Daniel said he’d call Jack and arrange for her to get one of the “meet and greet” tours for interviewing new members. Daniel would be there, but they’d make it seem like they met at the club. Daniel handed Alyx his phone, “You have an admirer.”
“Hi, Rob. Yeah, so far we haven’t killed each other. Yet.” Alyx laughed and winked at Daniel. “No, you don’t need to come on Thursday. Daniel said he’d keep an eye on me. I’ll see you Saturday.” She handed the phone back to Daniel.
After breakfast, they swam in the ocean and sunned themselves on the deck for a few hours. “I never take this kind of time to hang out and enjoy life,” Daniel said. “It’s a bit strange, almost like I’m on vacation.”
Alyx removed her sunglasses, gazing at the beautiful man lying next to her on the cushioned lounger. Right on, doc, this felt weird and wonderful. “Honestly, this is nothing like what I thought spending a week with you would be like.”
Daniel gazed at her. She put her sunglasses back on. “You thought you’d be tied up in my dungeon like a prisoner?”
“Some version thereof,” she said. “I don’t know, I’m not sure what I expected. Definitely more pain.”
“You see, Alyx, again this is all about pleasure, pain is just another aspect of pleasure, providing it’s used properly by an experienced Dom.”
Alyx still wasn’t sure about that. The flogging had been intense but she didn’t find it distasteful, actually it had heightened her excitement more than she wanted to admit. Although, she was beginning to think that reading the phone book with Daniel would ignite her erogenous zones.
After spending the afternoon swimming and lounging on the deck they showered separately and Daniel told her to meet him in his study. She found him behind his desk, staring at his computer monitor. “Come here, doll face,” he said, crooking his finger. Daniel called her so many nicknames she couldn’t keep up. She’d never been a real fan of those cutesy monikers people used. Her father had never called her anything but Alyx, or Alyx Lynn, which he invoked mostly in a fit of annoyance.
She stood alongside Daniel as he casually leaned against the backrest of his chair, his white tee shirt stretched by his incredible musculature. Before she could see what he’d booted up on the screen, he pushed his chair back and pulled her onto his lap. “We’re going to go through the things you will refuse. Obviously, these are things I don’t approve of, so I don’t have them in my playroom. Therefore, I can only show you this stuff online.”
They spent about an hour surveying really twisted paraphernalia and she couldn’t understand why he’d have to tell her this, she’d never go along with such creepy and dangerous things.
“Of course,” Daniel said, “no whips, no canes, and there’s this device that holds your mouth open so you can get face-fucked for a good long time, don’t let anyone put this on you.” The image made Alyx cringe, reminiscent of the facemask that Hannibal Lector wore. She nodded as a shudder wracked her body.
He shifted her on his lap and looked her in the eye, holding her tightly. “Do not let anyone suspend you from the ceiling unless you can bear some weight on your toes, it’s too much stress on your shoulders, no blindfolds until you’re more experienced, hopefully you won’t get that far, and absolutely no ball gags. They strain your jaw and make you drool, which means your Dom has to keep wiping your chin unless he gets off on the sight of you slobbering.”
“Sir,” she said, her voice soft.
“I’m glad you didn’t show me this stuff the first minute I arrived or I would have been out the door so fast your neighbors would have sworn the Roadrunner just flew out of your driveway.” She smiled weakly.
“Now, now, little subbie, that would have been unwise of me, wouldn’t it?” He gave her a reassuring squeeze around her shoulders.
“I guess Rob picked the right trainer, it scares the shit out of me to think who I could have gotten stuck with.”
Daniel’s laughter rumbled, soothing her. “Now I’m worried that you consider me too soft. I just might have to do something about that tonight.” He gave a dark, wicked grin and her insides tightened.
He warned her that the slavers could very possibly secure her in a dog kennel. Realization hit. So many ways this could go bad. He warned her again that if she spent any length of time in these slavers’ hands they could brutally assault her and she began to suspect he might be trying to scare her out of completing her mission.
No way, doc. These women must be saved.
Lydia made them skirt steaks smothered in sautéed mushrooms with stir-fried broccoli and potatoes stuffed with ham and onion. A heart surgeon eating red meat? But Daniel convinced her that it was only a problem if you had cholesterol issues. He didn’t.
Eating in the dining room tonight, she felt seriously underdressed in Daniel’s white shirt. He didn’t allow her much clothing and at first, she’d found it awkward, but now a certain liberated vibe expanded in her, especially with the no underwear rule. Hmm, if she lived like this all the time, laundry would be an afterthought.
“Wine?” Daniel said, bringing her back to the present.
“Please.”
“So, tell me about your parents. You said you grew up in Westhampton Beach as a kid. What did your parents do?”
Alyx sighed. She didn’t want to get into this. Too many bad memories that she’d long ago buried.
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