The Flirtation

by Tara Sue Me

  He couldn’t help it; he snorted at her response. How was it he’d never been able to laugh while playing before? And what was it about Lynne that made it possible? Was he stricter with other subs, or was it just her nature and it hadn’t been that way for the other women he’d played with? He wasn’t sure, but he liked being able to actually play during play.

  “The other parts?” he asked. “What other parts would that be? I believe I need specifics.”

  “Your cock, Sir.”

  He was surprised she’d said it. Even though she hadn’t had a problem being vocal earlier in the day, now they were in public. While it was doubtful anyone was listening to their conversation, the possibility always existed that someone could.

  He flashed her a grin and, before she could guess his intention, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down on top of him. She yelped in surprise and he bit her earlobe.

  “This cock?” He thrust his hips up, making sure he came into contact with her clit.

  “Oh, shit. Yes, Sir.” She ground her hips against his covered erection. “That’s the one I was talking about.”

  “It damn well better be. Because you sure as hell aren’t getting anyone else’s.”

  She nodded, still trying to find her own pleasure in humping him.

  “Stop,” he commanded, holding her hips still.

  She whined, but froze in place, breathing heavily.

  “I think I’ve people-watched enough for one night,” he said, and she nodded in agreement. “I want you to get off my lap and walk in front of me. We’re not taking the elevator; we’re taking the stairs so I can enjoy watching that ass of yours.”

  She lowered her eyes and softly spoke two words. “Yes, Sir.”

  Speaking of her ass, his plans for what they were going to do when they reached the room changed as she walked up the stairs. Oh no, he wasn’t finished with that ass just yet.

  They made it back to the room and she stood in the middle of the living room floor, waiting.

  “Is that how you wait for your Dom?” he asked, crossing his arms.

  She let out a squeal and dropped to her knees.

  “Very good,” he said. “But you’re overdressed.”

  Cursing, she stood up long enough to rip her clothes off and then knelt again, breathing heavily from exertion as well as from anticipation if he had to guess.

  “Better,” he said. “Next time, let’s try to get it right the first time. And next time, I want you in red lipstick; nothing turns me on more than a sub with red lipstick sucking my cock.”

  She nodded.

  “Now.” He stepped closer to her, invaded her space, wanting to ensure she thought of nothing other than him and the words he was saying. “You’ve been teasing me with that ass of yours all night. Not to mention how much I got to see it when I spanked you.”

  “Oh no,” she muttered, probably guessing where he was going.

  “Oh, yes. You don’t have anal sex marked as a hard limit. Tell me, have you had anal sex before?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He grew harder at the thought of being the first to claim her there. “Have you ever used a plug?”

  “Once or twice,” she admitted, though she didn’t sound like she was happy to be doing so. “I didn’t enjoy it, Sir.”

  He tilted his head. “Did you use one on yourself, or did someone use one on you?”

  “I used it on myself, Sir.”

  “I see.” And he did. “However, I really enjoy anal sex and I want it, so that’s what we’re going to do. I’ll go slow and I’ll be as gentle as I can, but unless you safeword, my cock’s going up your ass. Tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Though she would probably deny it, he could tell by the way she answered, in that breathy voice, that she was more than a little turned on by the thought of what he was going to do.

  “Move forward,” he said. “Face on the floor, ass in the air.”

  She muttered something under her breath but moved into position.

  “Nice,” he said. “Now you’re going to stay like that and think about what your ass is getting ready to take while I prepare.”

  Leaving her in the living room, he went into the bedroom to collect what he needed. She hadn’t moved when he returned, though she jerked when he dropped to her side and stroked her backside.

  “So jumpy,” he mused.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she quipped. “I’m a bit anxious about that monster cock fitting inside me that way.”

  “I can handle anxiety.” He kept stroking her. “Nerves and feeling a bit scared are okay as well.”

  “And I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”

  He massaged both her butt cheeks. “I suppose it will hurt a little to begin with, and there’s not much I can do about that. But if you trust me and do what I say, it’ll go easier on you. Can you do that?”

  “I’ll try, Sir.”

  “That’s all I need.” He gave her ass a sharp slap. “Now reach back and spread your cheeks so I can prepare them.”

  “Sir!”

  “Is there a problem?”

  “That sounds horribly embarrassing, Sir.”

  “And?”

  “And I don’t want to.”

  He rained three hard and fast slaps on her ass. “Did I ask you what you wanted?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He gave her three more. “Do you think I care that you’re embarrassed?”

  She whimpered, but he didn’t miss the wetness starting to appear between her legs. “No, Sir.”

  “Exactly.” He rubbed the skin he’d spanked, making sure she felt it. “What I care about is you following directions. Now reach back and hold yourself open.”

  This time there was no hesitation.

  “Very nice.” He reached between her legs and teased her clit, pleased at the ass wiggle she gave him in response. “If you recall what I told you earlier, there is nothing that happens between us to be embarrassed about. When we’re together like this, there is no part of you that is to be hidden from me. Nothing about your body. Nothing about your mind. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Easy to agree to, but much harder to put into practice. Now ask me to prepare your ass for a fucking.”

  She took a deep breath, and he thought for a minute she’d balk, but she surprised him by saying, “Please, Sir, prepare my ass for fucking.”

  “With pleasure.” He lubed two fingers and pressed one at her back opening, immediately noticing how she tensed up. “You have to relax, Lynne, or this won’t work.”

  She didn’t want to relax, so he slipped two fingers of his other hand into her pussy and began a slow pump in and out. The squeak she couldn’t hold back encouraged him. She was tight and unsure, but he knew with enough patience he could have her exactly where he wanted her.

  Little by little, he worked to get her to focus on the two fingers teasing her G-spot. She rose onto her toes at his continuous movement, but it wasn’t until she started pushing back toward him that he knew she was almost there.

  “There we go,” he murmured low. “That’s how you do it.”

  He slowly started moving his other finger back into her, but this time she didn’t tense up.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Take my finger.”

  There would be no rushing of this, he told himself. If it took all night, it would take all night, but dammit, he was going to make her love it.

  He kept her right on the edge of orgasm, teasing her mercilessly. She rocked her hips and whimpered, but he didn’t allow her to have what she craved. Not yet.

  “I’m going to add another finger now,” he told her, and her only reply was a nod.

  Slowly, he eased a second finger into her backside and held still while continuing to hit deep inside her with the other. He smiled at her tormented whimpers. She was close.

  “Do you need to come?” he asked.

  She shoved her ass back at him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then come for me.” He
slipped his fingers out of her backside, and she came around the ones he had inside her pussy. Her orgasm passed and he slipped those out as well and lubed up his cock.

  Taking a deep breath to ground himself and to remind himself that he needed to go slow, he lined himself up with his cock pressing against her. Under him, she shuddered.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her release had left her panting slightly. “I never thought I would say it, but I want it. Please. I’m so empty.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” He eased the tip of his cock inside her, relieved with her moans of pleasure that followed. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair. “You like having a cock up your ass?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, and he was pleased she didn’t sound the least bit ashamed or guilty at the admission.

  He yanked on her hair. “Ask me to fuck your ass.”

  “Please, Sir. Fuck my ass.”

  He kept his hand buried in her hair while he pushed steadily into her. “So damn tight. I love the sight of my cock claiming this virgin ass.”

  She muttered something, but he couldn’t make out what it was. Based on the way she pushed back toward him, she wanted more, and he gladly gave it to her, pressing forward until she’d taken all of him.

  Once he was deep inside her, he held still to allow her time to get used to being filled and to remind himself that her needs came first. He took several deep breaths and pulled her hair tighter. “Good girl, taking my cock. Ready for me to fuck your ass?”

  Her body shook with delicious shivers. “Yes, Sir.”

  He didn’t say anything else, but started moving inside her, thrusting slowly at first, and as her whimpers of pleasure grew louder, he moved faster. She was so tight, he gritted his teeth, trying to resist the nearly overwhelming temptation to pound into her unrestrained.

  Again, he took several deep breaths to clear his mind. This was Lynne, and she had given him her trust. As much as he enjoyed mind games, he didn’t want her hurt in any way.

  Feeling calmer, he moved a bit faster, going deeper.

  “Please,” she begged.

  She was lovely in her submission, and he wanted to give her everything he could. He wanted to taunt and tease her and hold her close and protect her with all he had. He wanted to lasso the damn moon and pull it down to earth for her.

  Instead, he gave her what he could in that moment. The pleasure of his body. The warmth of his touch. And gentle whispers against her skin.

  Fuck, he was screwed.

  • • •

  She should have been tired. It had been a very eventful day, what with the practice demo, Simon finding out the truth, the hot sex, the dancing, and more hot sex. But she wasn’t sleepy at all. Some part of her realized she was still running on adrenaline. Surely she would crash and crash hard sooner rather than later. Yet at the moment she couldn’t settle enough to go to sleep.

  The room was dark, but a slit in the curtain let through just enough moonlight to bathe the air in whispers of silver. She rolled onto her side, trying to move carefully so she didn’t disturb Simon, only to find him wide-awake and watching her.

  “I thought you were asleep, Sir.”

  He kissed her lips briefly. “Call me Simon now. And no, though I should be exhausted. It’s been a busy day.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing. I figure we’re running on fumes and soon we’re going to putter out completely.” That sounded like something she’d say to Elizabeth or Henry West. “Or, well, give me a second and I’ll think of a more adult analogy.”

  He chuckled softly. “I can see why you’re so good with kids. That sums up every two-year-old in need of a nap I’ve ever known.”

  “I’m so close to getting my teaching certificate. If I can take two online courses during the fall semester, that should do it.”

  “That’s great you’re so close.”

  “Yeah, the only thing . . .” She stopped, catching her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from voicing the thoughts that had been turning around in her head lately.

  “What’s the only thing?” he asked.

  She took a deep breath. He was friends with Nathaniel. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get his opinion. “I hate to put Nathaniel and Abby in a bad spot. I mean, after all they’ve done for me, to just leave them, with Elizabeth and Henry still so young.”

  “Wait a minute.” He shifted so he could look at her more fully. “Let’s look at this a different way. First of all, Elizabeth and Henry are Nathaniel and Abby’s kids, not yours. You’re under no obligation to work for them until they go to college.”

  “I know, but still.”

  “There’s no but still. You work for the Wests. You’re an employee, and you have the right to leave anytime you want to. Although it would be nice for you to give them two weeks’ notice. And as for everything they’ve done for you, they did it of their own free will.”

  She shook her head. “It can’t be that easy.”

  “Lynne.” He lifted her chin so she looked into his eyes. “It is that easy. I’ve known Nathaniel for a long time, and he would never want to hold you back from doing something you’d want to do just because it’d make life easier for him. Yeah, they’d have to find a new nanny, if they wanted one. And no, you wouldn’t get to live in a huge mansion anymore—”

  “I don’t even care about that.”

  “I know you don’t. But the point I’m trying to make is, if you want to be a teacher, don’t let anything hold you back, least of all an obligation that doesn’t exist. Life’s too short to live it for other people. You only get one life. Live it for you.”

  Her eyes prickled with tears, not from the words he spoke, but from the passion he voiced them with. She felt one fall as she blinked.

  “Hey.” He wiped it away with his thumb. “What are the tears for?”

  She sniffled. “You. You’re being so nice. I lied to you, and here you are, trying to make me feel better about my career choice and—I don’t know—how’d you get to be so wonderful?”

  “I’m not always so wonderful.”

  “I’ve never seen proof of that.” She added with a grin, “Not including when you dumped me the last time.”

  A look of raw pain came over his face. “I was so wrong to run out on you like that, without giving you a valid reason. I was afraid if you found out about what I really needed that you would look at me differently. Like a monster. And I couldn’t stand the thought of you looking at me like that. So I took the easy way out.”

  “And now?” she asked, surprised at where the conversation had turned, but not unhappy about it.

  “Now I know that you are strong enough for me. For the truth. And I won’t ever hide it from you again.”

  “See?” She smiled. “Completely wonderful.”

  “Give me time.”

  But she knew better. She could give him all the time in the world and he’d never prove himself to be any less wonderful in her eyes.

  “Tell me one thing you’ve done that could possibly prove that,” she dared him.

  His thumb still rested against her cheekbone where he’d wiped her tear away. “I couldn’t stay away from you.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m good for you or not.”

  “Who says we have to know that now?” she asked. “As long as we’re good right now, isn’t that all that matters?”

  He leaned his head down and drew her close. “I don’t know, but I’m willing to act like it is if you are.”

  She was still sore from when he’d taken her before bed. Between that and everything else they’d done the day before, there were very few places on her body that didn’t remind her with every move that she’d seen more action in the last twenty-four hours than she