by Tara Sue Me
“My ex,” she said. “The one who’s been watching me?”
“Yes,” Orson replied, not sure where the conversation was going, but since she brought it up, there was another man he’d like beat into a pulp.
“He was like that.”
“Like what?” he asked.
“He would walk away after a scene and not talk to me. Not let me touch him.” She sniffled. “I thought I was over it, but I guess not.”
“He would walk away after a scene and not provide aftercare?” Orson asked to ensure he heard correctly. To hear how that piece of shit treated her after a scene elevated him to a level beyond asshole.
She nodded. “He said only weak subs needed aftercare, and he didn’t have a weak sub. He said any sub of his should be able to withstand anything he gave her and not need to be cuddled and coddled back to the world.”
“You know that’s not what aftercare is, don’t you?” He wished he’d known more of her experience before he’d set up the scene with Jedidiah. He’d have done it much differently. Of course, he in no way blamed the woman in his arms. The blame was entirely on him.
Then his brain latched on to what else she’d said. That any sub of his should be able withstand anything he gave her. If that meant what he thought it did…
“Kiara?” he asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. “Did Randy ever do anything nonconsensual during a scene?”
She hesitated before answering. “Nothing physical.”
He counted to ten in his head before replying. She had dealt with enough emotional turmoil today. The last thing she needed was for him to show anger, even directed at her ass-wipe of an ex. “Does that mean...”
He wasn’t sure how to word it, afraid that she wouldn’t see it as the emotional abuse it more than likely was.
“He liked to play mental games,” she whispered.
Mental games. Not all abuse left physical scars. He knew Randy had physically abused her on occasion. That being, in fact, one of the main reasons she’d left him. Orson remembered the first time he saw her naked and how surprised he’d been that she bore no scars. He should have guessed they’d be internal.
“What kind of mental games?” He’d told himself he wasn’t going to delve into her past today. However, since she brought it up, they’d talk about it for as long as she wanted.
“He liked to use humiliation.” She shrugged. “It’s not one of my kinks. I don’t get off on it, but he did. Since I didn’t care one way or the other, I figured why not?”
“But there were other things you did care about one way or the other?” He found he had to keep touching her, stroking her hair, if for no other reason than to hopefully give her his silent support.
She nodded and seemed to lean deeper into his embrace. “I didn’t like it when he would dehumanize me. Make me feel as if I was just a random thing to stick his cock in. After a scene, I needed to touch him, maybe even more than I needed him to touch me. To have some sort of connection. But most of the time, he’d just get up and walk away.”
“I’m sorry, Kiara,” he said. “On behalf of all Dominants, I’m sorry you had to experience an asshole not worthy to call himself a Dom or to hold the gift of anyone’s submission. I can’t take the past away, but I can promise you I will do anything in my power to show you how a real Dom operates.”
She turned in his lap so she straddled him. He hoped she didn’t move around a lot. If she did, he wouldn’t be able stop himself from getting hard and that was the last thing she needed at the moment.
“Show me now,” she said, looping her arms around his neck and bringing her lips to his chin, so close her breath tickled his skin.
“Kiara,” he said, and stopped so he could formulate a response. “I don’t know if now is the right time. You were taken deep into subspace, you had the upheaval of Jedidiah leaving, and we talked about your past.”
“Are you afraid if you make love to me I’ll spontaneously combust or something?”
“I’ll be the one to spontaneously combust, you’ll do the or something.”
“Please.” She leaned even closer. Now her breath tickled his neck. Her lips stilled mere inches from his skin. Fuck, he wanted her.
“Take me right here on this couch,” she begged.
He could no longer deny himself. Hell, he hadn’t wanted to in the first place. He’d held back because he thought it would be in her best interest. She obviously thought otherwise. More than that, she was alert and able to give consent. If she wanted him, he wasn’t going to turn her down.
“If you’re sure.”
“Does this feel sure to you?” She took his good hand and placed it between her legs. Easy enough, since she was still only wearing a blanket. Fuck, she was soaked. He let out a groan and pushed two fingers inside her, delighting in the resulting gasp she gave.
“You’re so damn wet.”
“For you.” She tried to ride his fingers, but he pulled them out and slapped her inner thigh.
“Stop it,” he warned. “You’re still in my playroom and your orgasms are still mine. I suggest you stop trying to get yourself off and be a good girl if you want me to even consider giving you my cock.”
She held still.
Because the blanket had dropped to the floor, and because she’d situated herself in a way displaying everything to him, and hell, he’d admit it, because he wanted to, he slid one finger over her clit. “Be still,” he commanded before she had a chance to move. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you come. If you can continue to be still and you don’t make a sound, I’ll fuck you nice and hard with my cock. Move an inch or say a word and you get nothing. Understand?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll be still and silent.”
He slid the two fingers over her clit. “Good girl. Now I’m going to make sure you’re ready for my cock.” He pushed them inside, ensuring his thumb was in position to tease her clit. “You’ve made me super hard today, starting with that sexy dance you did on the way to the bench earlier.”
She remained still, but her eyes grew big. He chuckled.
“You didn’t think I missed that, do you? You swinging your hips because you knew I was watching your ass. Watching your ass and I pictured you moving the same way when I thrust into you. Wiggling and trying to get more of my big cock inside your little pussy. Hell no, I didn’t miss that.” He worked his two fingers in harder and deeper. His thumb circled her clit faster.
She was close. Her breaths came in pants and she closed her eyes, but she remained quietly frozen in his lap.
“Good girl.” He thrust his fingers faster. “Come when you’re ready. Show me how much your pussy needs my cock. Show me how bad you need more than two fingers filling you up. Show me you need my dick fucking you so hard and deep.” Her inner muscles started to clench around his fingers. “Fuck you feel so good.”
Chapter 13
Orson
He wasn’t going to take her in the playroom. Not after what she confessed to him there. She might not believe his words about how a real Dom acts, but he could at least show her how he was different. He led her to the bedroom, once again cursing his damn broken arm. He wanted to carry her. He’d do it once the cast came off, assuming she was still around after it came off.
Fuck, she would still be here, wouldn’t she?
If not, he wanted to do everything in his power to show her the way submission was meant to work. He planned to teach her, with his actions, the way she should demand to be treated in the future. He never agreed with those teaching there was only one way to practice BDSM. But he sure as hell knew there was a wrong way to practice, and it was everything that asshole Randy did.
They made it into his bedroom, and though she was naked from their time in the playroom, he didn’t want to start out by exploiting that fact. That’s what Randy would have done.
Her eyes confirmed his suspicion when they grew wide with surprise at his next command.
“Undress me.”
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Not because she was naked, but because he desperately wanted her hands on him. He needed her touch. Yet she remained where she was as if frozen in place. Orson gently cupped the back of her head in his hand and tilted it up so their eyes met.
“Do you have an issue with my request?” he asked.
“No, sir,” she was quick to answer.
“I didn’t think I heard a safeword. Get busy, they aren’t going to come off by themselves.” He added the end to relax her, remind her who she was with, and based on her tentative smile, he’d succeeded. He dropped his hand and waited.
This time there was no hesitation from her. She boldly stepped before him and unbuttoned the first one on the top.
“Interesting that you went for my shirt,” he said. “Don’t you think?”
“Why is that, sir?” she asked, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she went to work on the remaining shirt buttons.
“I thought you would go for my pants,” he admitted.
“So I could ogle your cock?”
“You seemed eager to get to it earlier.”
“True.” She slipped his shirt off his good arm before easing it over and off the one with the cast. “But now that it’s here in front of me, I want to savor this minute. And there was a chance once I got you naked from the waist down, I’d be in such a frenzy to get the rest of your clothes off, I wouldn’t be able to use the patience necessary to ensure your shirt made it through intact.”
He laughed. “I see.”
“This way.” She ran her hands down his chest, and he sucked in a breath as her nails scratched his skin. “There won’t be anything between me and what I want.”
He tipped her head up. “And what is it you want?”
“You, sir,” she said. “You’re what I want.”
He would never tire of hearing her say those words. “In that case, you may continue.”
As soon as Kiara hands landed on the waistband of his pants, he knew he was in trouble. They'd felt amazing on his chest, and that only intensified as they continued down his body. The way things were going, he’d end up coming all over her as soon as her fingers made contact.
She took her time unbuckling his belt. With every move of her fingers, her nails scratched him again. He wasn’t sure why it felt as good as it did, but he wasn’t going to complain. By the time she’d striped away his pants and boxers, he had to change his plan.
Still on her knees, Kiara waited without moving. Her head wasn’t down, allowing him to see the faint smile she wore. Damn, if that wasn’t the best sight in the entire world.
“My plan,” he said. “Was to have you take me in your mouth. Do you know why I’m having to change my plan?”
“No, sir.”
“Because after the way you undressed me, I’d more than likely explode down your throat the second your lips touched me.”
One corner of her mouth quirked up, a fraction of a fraction of an inch, but he still saw it.
“But,” he continued. “Then it hit me. You’ve already come once and from what I gather, you’re still soaked. I want you to go bend over my bed, spread your legs, and get ready for a hard fuck.”
Her eyes were dark with desire as she looked at him, waiting.
“Yes,” he answered her unasked question. “You may go now.”
She rose and, like before, swayed her hips as she crossed the small distance. He hadn’t thought it possible for his dick to get any harder, but he was wrong. Curling his fingers into fists, he remained in place until she draped herself over the bed. She'd spread her legs, but not wide enough for how deep he planned to be inside her. Although, positioned the way she was with her ass in air, he couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to fuck her there.
Not today. But someday, and someday soon, he’d find out.
He walked to where he stood behind her and gave each ass cheek a hard slap. “You ready to be fucked?”
She mumbled something he couldn’t make out.
“Answer my question in a manner I can understand, or this stops now, and you will watch as I get myself off without allowing your release.” He didn’t want to end the scene that way, but he would if he had to. From listening to her earlier today, he got the impression communication had been virtually nonexistent in her last relationship, and that was not how he worked. Even regarding a dirty question asked during a scene, the communication had to be there.
She lifted her head. “Yes, sir.”
“Thank you, Kiara.” He leaned over her to caress her shoulders and kiss the back of her neck. “Every time I ask you a question, there’s a reason for it. Even if the question doesn’t make sense or seems silly, I need you to answer honestly, and answer clearly. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Their brief interlude did nothing to diminish his erection, though he no longer felt as if he’d embarrass himself by coming too soon. He took a step away and ran his hand over her back.
“You look so damn good like this. All spread out and waiting for me. Knowing you want me as much as I want you.” He continued to speak praise to her. If her previous lover enjoyed humiliation and Kiara had not, he wouldn’t attempt to guess her frame of mind, but he wanted her to know how he felt.
When she became more soft and pliant under his hands, he went back to reigniting her desire, and found it didn’t take long at all to get her panting and ready for him again.
“Spread your legs more so I have better access to that needy pussy,” he told her, pushing her feet with his own until she was positioned the way he wanted. “There we go. That’s better. How do you feel?”
Kiara lifted her head. “Like I’m going to bust in two million pieces if you don’t touch me soon.”
He snorted and gave her upper thigh a slap. “Saucy sub,” he half spoke, half snorted.
“You said to answer all questions honestly and clearly, sir.”
“I did,” he admitted. “And I have to say I’m pleased with how quickly you learned that lesson.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“This time I’ll make my question a bit more specific. In that position, do you feel a strain on any part of your body or is anything too uncomfortable?”
“No, sir.”
Standing behind her, he let the part of himself he kept buried inside most of the time out just a bit. Even now, in his own playroom, he only cracked the door, always afraid of what would happen if he allowed it free rein.
He inhaled, breathing in the scent of sex and desire. Then an exhale, stepping closer so his breath brushed across her fevered flesh. He chuckled when she gasped and her hips wiggled, pleased to have caught her by surprise.
“So sensitive,” he murmured, placing his fingertips on her waist and grazing her skin as he stroked down over her ass, skimmed the tops of her thighs, and ran his fingers up her inner thigh, staying away from where she most wanted his touch.
Clearly, she hadn’t counted on him doing that because she let out a tiny pout in protest. He thought about repeating the action, but didn’t because she had done so well with Jedidiah and telling him about her experiences with Randy.
“That was mean of me,” he admitted. “But I can’t help it, I love your reactions.” He slid his good hand between her legs and skimmed along her slit, dipping a fingertip in briefly to confirm she was as ready as he thought she was. He wasn’t disappointed.
Grabbing a nearby condom, he rolled it on and pressed his tip against her. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, sir.”
He pushed in a touch. “Fuck.” He thought since some time had passed, he wouldn’t feel the temptation he had earlier to pound her into the mattress.
He’d thought wrong. In a second and before he was even halfway inside her, the urge, the need rushed back. Damn it. “I can’t go slow today,” he warned her. “But if you say red, I will stop. And if I’m too rough, I need you to safe word. Understand?” It would take every ounce of his strength and some he had in reserves
for him to stop, but he would. Hurting her was not an option.
But she surprised him yet again.
“Fuck me hard, sir,” she said. “Ride me like you mean it.”
He was done for. As soon as the words left her mouth, he plunged all the way inside her with one long stroke. She sucked in a breath. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up. “That’s not anything yet. Still want me to ride you hard?”
He heard the smile in her response. “Hell, yeah.”
That was all it took. He kept her hair in his fist as he drove into her over and over. Her lower body hammered the bed as he went deeper and deeper into the spread pussy that could do nothing but take his cock.
He gave a hard thrust with his hips and held himself still. Wanting her to feel only him. For him to be the only thought in her head. Then, because he knew she’d like it, he pushed himself deeper with a hard jab of his hips. He only pulled out a little, before starting short and quick thrusts deep inside her.
Soon her breathing became pants, matching the staccato of his movements. Her eyes closed in bliss, and her lips held a faint smile. It drove him closer to the edge, watching how much she enjoyed what he gave her.
“You like it when I shove my thick cock all the way up your pussy and fuck it hard?” he asked with a sharp tug of her hair.
“Yes….. ugh… fuck….sir.”
“You’ve been so good today, I’m going to let you come whenever you want.”
Her mouth opened and her lips tried to form words, but nothing came out.
“If you’re wanting to thank me, it can wait until later,” he said, not slowing down at all. The thought ran through his head he might be dead later.
Kiara’s inner muscles tightened around him. She’d waited until he gave permission before allowing her body its release. He needed to make sure he rewarded her for that later.
If he was alive later.
Her climax brought on his own. He felt it approach and managed to get in a few more solid thrusts before he released into the condom. Kiara slumped into the bed. He needed to get her over to a comfortable chair so she could relax.