The Abduction Agreement (Mistress May I Book 1)

by Krieger, D. F.

  Heat crept across my cheeks at her compliment. “Th-thank you, Mistress.”

  “You did very well today. You’re an apt pupil. You deserve a reward, and I deserve a break. What do you think?” she asked, her tone husky.

  I licked my lips as I wondered how bold I was allowed to be. Deciding that coy never worked well for me, I replied, “I’d like that very much.”

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked,” she instructed.

  Chapter sixteen

  My hands shook as I hurried to obey her. This was it. I was going to get subspace. All I had to do was listen to her, and she’d give it to me. My body craved it like a drug. I needed the high so bad. I wonder if this is what a junkie feels like. But I wasn’t a drug addict. Sex wouldn’t send me to the depths of the darkest places like drugs would.

  I let my vest fall on the floor, then stepped out of my shoes. Next, I removed my pants, letting the material slide down my legs in slow motion as I put on a show for her. The way her eyes followed them was a high all in itself. Teresa never looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her look always seemed desperate, needy. Delilah’s gaze reflected possession, desire, and admiration. Like she was proud to own me.

  My bra and panties came off in a blur, and I stood before her, waiting for my next command. She pulled herself away from the door, and her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she strode in a circle around me. One finger trailed lazily across my skin as she walked, sending goosebumps across my flesh.

  “So beautiful. I wonder, what should we play today?”

  I squirmed under her touch and remained silent. It was a test; this I was certain. She toyed with me like a cat toyed with a mouse. Except my end would be exquisite pleasure if I let her play with me right.

  “What are you okay with today?” she asked as she stopped in front of me.

  “Sensation play, kissing, touching, sex toys...maybe some medium level play,” I said, then did a double take. What? Why did I say that?

  As if sensing my doubts, Delilah asked, “What is your safe word if you want me to keep doing something, but ease back?”

  I pondered it for a moment. Somehow, I didn’t think “ow” would work. Yellow didn’t suit my tastes. “Lust,” I answered, deciding to use the Seven Sins theme.

  “And if you want me to stop completely?”

  “Wrath,” I said with confidence.

  She nodded, and pride filled me that she approved of my choices. Once again, I felt like a kid with a drawing, seeking approval and praise. It didn’t bother me as much this time. The emotional joy it gave me made it worth it.

  “What are your hard limits?” she asked.

  “Anal,” I replied automatically. “Pain.”

  “There’s different levels of pain,” Delilah pointed out. “A soft nip on the lip can cause pain, yet feel good. I need something a little more defining.”

  I searched my brain, trying to figure out how to describe my limit. “I don’t want things that will hurt enough to leave cuts, welts, bruises...things like that.”

  “That’s much better. That gives me a very good idea of what your limits are. But remember, if I start skimming them, use your safe words.” She walked over to her wardrobe and opened it, then pulled out a blindfold. “Go to the fur rug, lay down on your stomach, then we’ll put this on.”

  I hesitated, looked at the rug, then returned my gaze to her. “But I said no anal.”

  “Have some faith in me, pet. Now go on.” Delilah made a shooing motion at me, which propelled me into action.

  My footsteps were slow as I trudged to the rug. I wanted the subspace, the orgasm, the play...but was she going to hit my hard limits to teach me about pressing my boundaries? Uncertain of her intentions, I knelt then lay down on the rug. The soft fur tickled my breasts and stomach, sending a zing through me. I propped up on my elbows so we could put the blindfold on.

  Delilah knelt before me and her smile reassured me just before she disappeared out of view as she placed the blindfold. Pressure pressed on the back of my head as she tied it, but she didn’t cinch it too tight. When she gave my cheek a gentle caress, I turned and kissed her fingertips before nipping them lightly.

  “So sexy,” she whispered.

  Her heels clicked as she walked away, and I lowered my head so the side of my face lay on the rug. I waited anxiously, and butterflies of anticipation took flight in my stomach. What does she plan to do to me today? How far is she going to take it? Will I have to use my safe word?

  When she returned, something that felt like soft, cool material traveled over my ass and down my thighs. It reminded me of fingertips as little ripples of texture ran over my skin. I concentrated on the sensation, trying to figure out what she used.

  It disappeared, and her nails trailed across my skin next. She started at my shoulder blades and slowly worked her way down to my heels. The light sting of her nails thrilled me, and I arched under her as she traversed across my body. My pulse picked up speed as she pulled away once more.

  “It’s very sexy to see my mark on you, Paige,” she said in her soft croon. “I find it a real turn on to know that no one else has ever marked your skin like this. You like it too, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said. My words came out on the edges of a moan as she lightly slapped my ass—first one side, then the other.

  Her presence disappeared and everything went quiet. I strained to listen for her in the silence, hoping to guess her next move. Nothing, not even the sound of her breathing, reached my ears. Just as I began to fear she’d snuck away and left me for a fool, a soft rustle reached me, followed by a swish . Something bit into my skin on the left side of my ass and I gave a startled yelp, though nothing about the contact hurt.

  Delilah’s fingers danced over the spot where she’d popped me for a few seconds. The warmth of her fingertips sensitized my skin and I fidgeted, arching my ass slightly in invitation. When she used the item on me again, the tendrils of pleasure/pain coming from several spots at once allowed me to figure out what she was using. The small flogger whispered then smacked as she applied it to my opposite ass cheek.

  I emitted a cry as stars filled my vision. An answering tingle filled my body and arousal jolted through me like an electric burst. I dug my hands into the rug as she struck again, though this time it was a little harder. The sharp bite of the flogger seemed to zip across my very soul like a life-giving spark. Everything in me zinged and thrummed with need.

  “Mistress!”

  “Let yourself go, Paige,” she commanded. “Live for the moment.”

  Live for the moment? How could I live for anything else? Each sting, each point of contact, each moan, each breath I took served only to rip me from everything but the here and now. Nothing else in the world existed. No past, no future. Just now, like an all-encompassing force that surrounded me and promised to set me free.

  “Roll over.”

  I hurried to follow her command, and hissed as the fur of the rug caressed my oversensitive skin. The cool air hit my breasts, and my nipples immediately puckered. Before I could get settled, wet warmth encased one of my nipples. I reached up to wrap my arms around her and her lips disappeared. My arms encountered nothing but air.

  “Naughty, naughty,” she chastised in a playful tone. “Hands by your sides.”

  I whimpered, praying she’d return to sucking on my nipples. My untouched breast ached and the longer I lay there, the more I squirmed with the hope she’d take mercy on it. The feathering of a finger across my stomach caused me to nearly jump out of my skin.

  Nails trailed down my thighs next, and I couldn’t stifle a moan of pleasure as the sting of them brought me to the precipice of climax. I rode that razor’s edge, waiting for one more touch to send me spiraling into orgasm.

  Nothing.

  “Mistress, I’m so close. Please...”

  Silence.

  I dug my nails into my palms as I fought the urge to rip off my blindfold an
d play my hand at being a Domme myself. “I’m begging you. I need you so bad right now.”

  No response.

  Could I use my safe word to protest her lack of interaction? She wasn’t hurting me, necessarily, but my body burned in an agony of desire that I didn’t believe I could endure much longer. Just when I thought I’d weep from the emotions and sensitivity of my body, Delilah lightly pinched both of my nipples simultaneously.

  The scream I let loose cut short as I thrashed around, on the verge of an orgasm so huge, I knew subspace would surely follow. Her hands grabbed my thighs and urged them apart. I obeyed, and was rewarded by the sweet bliss of her tongue as she flicked it into my folds.

  An orgasm ripped through me so hard that darkness danced on the edge of my consciousness. Every muscle in my body tightened and coiled until even my breathing stopped and wave upon wave of euphoria crashed through me. I shook, arched, bucked, then fell back and welcomed the haziness that encased me. It wrapped around me like a cocoon of rapture.

  I became dimly aware of her fingers running through my hair after a bit. Each pass sent a fresh wave of soothing pleasure that prolonged the happy place I nestled in. I realized my head was in her lap, and couldn’t find it in me to care that I didn’t know when or how we’d switched to that position.

  A thought occurred to me, and I turned slightly to pull the blindfold off. She stopped petting me long enough to remove it, and our gazes met.

  “Hello, beautiful,” she said.

  “Hi.” I smiled up at her, then my brow furrowed. “When do I get to pleasure you?”

  Delilah tilted her head and a surprised look filled her eyes. “I derive my pleasure from your pleasure. When you reach orgasm, it makes me happy.”

  “Does it give you sexual release?” I asked.

  She nodded. “In a way.”

  The answer didn’t seem right, and I propped up on my elbow to take a better look at her. The subspace was slipping away faster than I wanted, but the unfairness of the situation bothered me. Twice now I’d orgasmed, and as far as I knew, Delilah hadn’t at all.

  “Do you orgasm?” I pressed.

  “Paige, this isn’t for me,” she said in a soft tone. “This is about you.”

  “BDSM is supposed to be a partnership, right?” At her nod, I continued, “Well, it doesn’t seem very much like a partnership if it’s all one-sided. Me coming and you not feels very one-sided. Let me pleasure you too.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Shhh.” I rolled and rose up to my hands and knees. “I want to make you orgasm. Tell me what to do. Command me. Use me to satisfy your needs.”

  She hesitated for a moment, and a vulnerability I wasn’t used to seeing crossed her features. Finally, she released a sigh. “Kiss me.”

  I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss, tentative at first, quickly deepened until I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue. Her soft, sexy body pressed against me, and I rocked back so I was on my knees only, which freed my hands to touch her.

  We broke our kiss, and I traced the outline of her breasts through her vest. “Mistress, may I open this?”

  “You may, pet,” she answered.

  Anticipation made my hands shake as I unhooked her buttons one by one. I felt like the best Christmas gift in the world lay under my fingertips as I opened her vest. Her breasts beckoned me and I slid my tongue over the swell of first one, then the other. Uncontrollable desire flooded me as her nipples came into view.

  No bra. Now who’s being naughty?

  “Mistress, may I kiss your bare skin?” I asked, continuing the game.

  “Yes, you may,” she replied.

  Using the tip of my tongue, I started at the bottom of one of her breasts, then swirled ever-receding circles toward the nipple. She quivered under the touch, and I reveled in her obvious enjoyment. I stopped just shy of her areola, then switched to the other breast and mimicked the movement. When I pulled away from that one, leaving the nipple untouched there as well, I turned my attention to her collarbone and throat. The gentle kisses I placed, one by one, elicited a soft moan or gasp from her each time, and all of them sent a fresh thrill of arousal shooting through me. Turning her on fanned the flame of my own desires in ways I’d never thought possible.

  I leaned forward to kiss her again, and our breasts pressed against each other. The erotic sensation nearly drove me mad with desire. I tightened my control, and refocused my attention from myself to her and her needs.

  “Mistress, may I unzip your pants?” The husky sound of my own voice surprised me.

  Delilah blinked at me through lust-filled, half-lidded eyes, and I preened with the knowledge I’d put her in this state. She swallowed, then nodded. “Y-yes.”

  She lay back on the rug, allowing me access. The pants of her suit came open without trouble, and I slid my hand inside. The silky texture of her panties met me, and I used two fingers to flip them down enough for me to slide my hand inside them. The warmth and wetness of her arousal coated my fingers, and I nearly moaned. To know I turned her on so much that she was slick with desire nearly undid what little control I had. I teased at her clit, rubbing lightly across it.

  “Oh, Paige. That’s good. That’s very good,” she said and her eyes fluttered with pleasure.

  Encouraged by her reaction to my touch, I slipped a finger inside her and wiggled it. Her hips lifted as she met me, and I picked up the tempo. I wanted—no needed—to see her fall apart under my control. We found a rhythm between my hand and her hips, and she panted, moaned, and writhed as I worked her. I turned my hand slightly, so that I could position my thumb over her clit, and began gently swiping back and forth across it. The cry Delilah gave told me I’d made a good choice.

  “Paige!”

  Her release was so close, I could almost see it. She just needed a little extra push. Something to send her over that edge that I’d leapt from earlier. Inspiration hit and I leaned down and captured one of her pert nipples in my mouth, then swirled my tongue across it. Her hands tangled in my hair and her hips thrust against my hand in one hard, solid movement.

  “Yes. God, yes!” she screamed and her body rocked against me in the throes of an orgasm.

  Reluctantly, I removed my hand and we lay there for a moment as she caught her breath. I rested my head on her chest, and smiled at the sound of her heart pounding. I’d had this effect on her. Me. No one else. That knowledge sent a surge of smugness and self-satisfaction through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I suddenly understood how Delilah derived pleasure from being a Domme.

  “That...was perfect,” she finally whispered.

  “Yes, it was,” I agreed, and pressed a kiss over her heart.

  chapter seventeen

  “We don’t have enough feathers to finish this piece,” Delilah said, stepping back from the mannequin with a frown.

  I looked up from where I sat on the floor cutting the material for a collar and surveyed the outfit. “You think one more bunch will do it? Or should we get two?”

  She tucked her fist under her chin and a frown marred her beautiful face. I wanted to shower kisses over the creases and smooth away her worries. The more orders that came in, the more Delilah seemed to both bloom and wilt. Her joy and enthusiasm flourished with each new piece, and yet they possessed her attention in a way that worried me. I honestly believed that if it weren’t for my presence and interference, she’d work herself until she fell sick from exhaustion.

  “I don’t have time to go to the store,” she said with a shake of her head. “You know how to get there, right?”

  I put the fabric scissors down and stared at her. “You want me to go? Alone?”

  Delilah spared a glance at me before returning her attention to the mannequin. “I can work on stitching the hem for Amy’s costume. I’m going to have to redo the skirt a little. They called and decided they wanted a slit up the side to reveal her leg. There’s some cash in the center console of the SUV. Use that and get me ummm...t
wo bags. Make that three, in case someone else wants a Pride outfit for the party.”

  I rose slowly off the floor, then walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Why don’t you come with me? You could use a break. We’ve been at this all morning. It’s nearing lunch time anyway.”

  She patted my arm, but her energy felt absent. Distracted. “You go ahead. I’ve too much to do here. Grab me something to eat on the way back?”

  With a sigh, I kissed her shoulder then released her. “Okay. I won’t be long. See you in a bit.”

  There was no response, and I didn’t expect one. Delilah’s zone could be almost impenetrable. It reminded me of when I used to work to escape after I gave up being an alcoholic. Is she escaping too? What would she need to escape from? Is she escaping from me? Maybe I drive her so crazy she’s throwing herself into these commissions to get herself through until the contract ends and she can kick me out the door.

  I clamped my mind shut on those thoughts and firmly locked them away. Delilah told me several times over the past few weeks that I kept her sane and centered during this busy streak. She’d never given me a reason to believe the poisonous thoughts that tried to fill my mind.

  I patted Bastet on the head, then left the room and went to the garage. I already wore blue jeans and a red blouse so there was no reason to change. It was more comfortable to work in those clothes than the silky nightgowns I liked so much. This would be my first opportunity to drive since the day I started living here, and I had to admit that a small level of excitement at the prospect of being in control teased me. I settled into the big SUV, then checked to be sure the money Delilah mentioned was there, and that there was enough. Satisfied, I used the garage opener, started the SUV, then backed out and closed the garage.

  The vehicle sat higher than my car, and towering over my fellow drivers sent me on a power trip. I liked the way the engine revved. The way the great metal beast responded to my commands. A sense of freedom invigorated me, and I hummed a merry tune by the time I arrived at the craft supply store.