Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence Book 9)

by Laylah Roberts

  The lips of her pussy were still plump and pink. He couldn’t resist running a finger down the slick folds.

  “Does it still ache, wildcat?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Hmm. Is it sore here?” He ran a finger down the side of her labia.

  “It’s up further, Sir.”

  “Up here?” He moved his finger higher but didn’t quite touch her clit.

  “Further, Sir.”

  “Here?” He pressed down lightly on her clit, and she groaned, her hips rising.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And what about down here? Is it burning?” He pressed a finger deep into her damp passage. She sucked him in and his cock throbbed in reaction, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.

  “Yes. There, Sir.”

  “Poor baby. I’ll have to do what I can to ease the pain. Right after your punishment.”

  He grabbed the little bag from where he’d hidden it and pulling on a plastic glove from his play bag, he drew out the object he’d shaped into a small plug.

  “Do you know what this is?”

  Her eyes flared open. “Ginger, Sir.”

  “Very good. From your lack of cooking knowledge, I wondered if you’d recognize it,” he found himself teasing her.

  She rolled her eyes. “There wasn’t much of a need for me to learn to cook but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what ginger looks like.”

  “Can you guess where this is going?”

  “Please don’t say up my butthole, Sir.”

  He grinned. “Five points, wildcat. That’s exactly where it’s going.”

  She groaned. “Can’t we renegotiate?”

  “This wasn’t a hard limit,” he told her. “You changing your mind on that?”

  Was she going to be less courageous than he’d first thought? But she sighed then shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  “You insulted this gorgeous ass of yours one too many times and now you’re going to learn what it feels like to be figged. As you can see I’ve peeled this piece and shaped it into a little plug with the end flared.” He parted her ass cheeks with his free hand and then started to push the plug in her asshole. Fuck, that was a pretty sight. He couldn’t wait to get his cock in that tight hole.

  But that would have to wait. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet. He wanted to stretch her first. He wouldn’t hurt her for anything.

  He left the flared end poking out of her asshole. “When you clench down on the root that it releases a little bit of oil. It can have quite a sting. Every time that happens, I want you to remember that you’re in this position because you spoke badly about yourself. I won’t have that. I want you to respect yourself. I want you to hold your head high like the amazing woman you are. You deserve nothing less.”

  She stared up at him, then a tear dripped down her cheek. Alarm filled him. “Baby, is it hurting you? What’s wrong?”

  She shook her head as he reached for the plug. “No, leave it. It’s not hurting. Well, I can feel some warmth.”

  “Then why are you crying?”

  “I don’t know. Just never thought I’d have a man talk to me the way you do.”

  “You deserve a man who will build you up, not put you down. You remember that the next time . . .” he trailed off, and her face closed off. Fuck it, why did he have to go and remind them both that this thing had a date?

  He sighed. “Baby . . .”

  “It’s okay,” she told him softly. “You’ve never misled me about what this is. I know it’s only for a short time. So let’s fit in as much as we can in the time we’ve got, all right?”

  “Yeah. All right.” He still felt like a bit of a heel. But she was right. There was no point hashing over things they couldn’t change.

  He moved to his play bag and grabbed out the riding crop. Her eyes widened. Something else she hadn’t experienced. He’d made her go over everything from her past BDSM relationship before, when they were negotiating their contract, and it seemed all her old Dom had done was tie her up and give her a few hand spankings.

  He smacked the flat of the crop against the fleshy part of her ass. She jumped slightly but her eyes flared. Liked that, did she? He moved the crop over her ass, rubbing the skin then smacking it down. She groaned as he moved lower to the tops of her thighs.

  “How does that ginger feel in your ass, little subbie?”

  “It burns.”

  “Good.”

  She grimaced, letting out a small moan as he smacked the crop down again and again. His smacks weren’t too hard, but they had to burn. Her ass grew a deeper red as he covered the cheeks. Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub.

  “Sir, it burns. Oh, God.” Her eyes were closed, her head thrashing back and forth.

  “Poor baby. Does it feel like you’re on fire? Where is it hot?”

  “My thighs. My bottom.”

  “Where on your bottom?”

  “Where you’re hitting me,” she cried out as he smacked the crop down twice, hard. “And on the inside.”

  Perfect.

  He ran the crop over her mound. “You’ve never had your pussy spanked, have you, baby?”

  He knew the answer. But asking the question was half the fun. Her eyes snapped open and she gaped at him, looking horrified.

  “Sh, I’m not going to do it very hard. You already know you like a little bit of pain. Trust me?”

  There was a slight hesitation. Not surprising. But then she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Happiness filled him. Nothing made him feel as good as when a sub handed over her trust to him. With Ria it felt even more special. Because he knew she couldn’t do that with just anyone.

  He ran the crop lightly up and down her lips then brought it back and smacked it gently down on her pussy. She jumped then groaned. “Oh, shit.”

  He grinned. Then slapped it down again. “Sir, please.”

  “You like that, little subbie?”

  “It stings but then it also throbs. It . . . I . . . please, I need you.”

  And he needed her. But there was more to do first. He turned away, dropped the crop on top of his bag for cleaning later and walked to the freezer to grab that cup of ice. He walked back with it behind his back where she couldn’t see it.

  “Eyes closed,” he commanded as he got closer.

  She closed her eyes, and he dropped down onto his knees. Damn, that was a pretty sight. Her bright red ass. Her swollen pussy. Her pink clit. He leaned in and took a long lick of her sweet juices.

  “Delicious.”

  She whimpered.

  “What do you need, little subbie?”

  “You,” she said simply. “Inside me.”

  His dick throbbed, wanting to give her what she desired. Eventually.

  “You look so hot. Maybe I should do what I can to cool you down.”

  He picked up a piece of ice and placed it in his mouth then moved his mouth to her pussy once more. He ran his cold tongue along her slit then sucked on her clit. She screamed, arching up.

  “Oh, God, that’s so cold.” She was panting, her whole body trembling. The ice soon melted and he took his time to explore her before pulling back and placing another piece in his mouth. Then he ran his tongue over her red ass, avoiding the ginger still poking out of her asshole.

  “Connor! Sir! Please!”

  She could hear herself begging. But she didn’t care. She needed him so badly, she was willing to do almost anything to get him inside her. Her ass still throbbed from the crop. And so did her clit. And then there was the stinging in her asshole. That goddamn piece of ginger. She wasn’t going to be eager to experience that again. She guessed that was the point.

  Best she remember not to mention how fat her ass was again. Not that Connor seemed to be complaining.

  He drew away from her ass and she heard another clinking noise. More of that damn ice. Then his cool tongue was at her clit again, driving her insane. God it wouldn’t take much for her to come. He’d kept her at the edge for what felt like h
ours earlier on. She wanted to come so badly she could taste it. He drew his tongue back and plunged it deep inside her.

  She screamed, arching her back, clenching down on the plug which in turn sent a small spurt of oil into her rectum. Fuck, that burned. But it also felt so good. He fucked her with his tongue, driving her higher and higher. Then he reached up with his thumb and flicked her clit and she fell over the edge into heaven.

  She wasn’t aware of much as she drifted in a state of bliss. She felt the ginger plug being pulled from her ass then a cool cloth washing her there. Oh, God, she should protest that, except it felt so good.

  Then another cloth was pressed against her pussy, wiping her up. No one had ever cared for her before like this. Certainly not that dick, Martin. Her ankles were released then her arms. She groaned as her muscles protested. But Connor briskly rubbed them, massaging her firmly until she was a puddle of goo. Hell, that was all it took, it seemed, to make her relax, a spanking, figging, orgasm, and massage.

  She soon found herself sitting on his lap, straddling him, her pussy pressed to his jean covered dick. She had to admit, she was almost getting used to being naked while he was fully dressed.

  “You like having a naked girl straddling you?” she asked sleepily.

  “You bet I do,” he told her, running his hand up and down her back.

  She knew he had to be hurting, could feel his hardness pressed against her.

  “Maybe you should get naked as well,” she suggested.

  “Just rest for a minute, baby. You need a bit of aftercare.”

  She sighed and nestled her face against his neck. “I love aftercare.”

  “Do you? What else to do you love?”

  “Orgasms.”

  He chuckled. “Good to hear. Anything else?”

  “Double fudge brownies. Iced coffee. Doughnuts.” She sighed. “I love doughnuts.”

  “Do you? I’ll remember that.” He nuzzled at her cheek.

  She rolled against him.

  Connor bit his lip, straining for control as she wriggled around on his lap. Fuck. He couldn’t hold on any longer. “Damn it, baby. I need you so bad. Get on your knees. I have to feel your mouth around me.”

  She slid to her knees, her hands shaking as she reached for the zipper of his jeans. He shifted his ass up, helping her pull off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free. She licked her lips then leaned in and took the head into her mouth. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair.

  She pulled back. “Does Sir like my mouth around his cock?”

  “Sir wants you to stop talking right the fuck now and suck him off. You have five seconds to get up here before you end up with a red ass—again. And then you can give me a blow job.”

  She just chuckled. Hmm, seemed that threat wasn’t as intimidating as he’d meant it to be. And then her mouth covered his dick and he forgot every other thought.

  “That’s it, take me deep. Good. Very nice. Now keep up the pressure as you move back up. Run your tongue over the head of my dick. That’s so good, little subbie.” He ran his hands through her long hair, enjoying the soft feel of it as it drifted down against his thighs. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m nearly there, wildcat. You want to pull back, you do it now.”

  She looked up him with those hazel eyes and drew him deep once more. Well, fuck. His balls grew tight, that familiar burning in his lower back grew more intense. He threw his head back, his cry loud enough to wake the neighbors as he came.

  And she sucked down every drop.

  Fuck, yes.

  11

  She followed him into his hotel room. It wasn’t the nicest place she’d ever been in, but it was definitely a step up from her apartment. She’d just finished a shift at the bar, but she didn’t feel tired. Nope, anticipation had her wired.

  “Home, sweet home.”

  “It’s nice,” she told him. “It’s got a big bed.”

  He made certain the door was locked then set her bag down by the bed. He held out his hand to her. She took it and he drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind and nuzzling her neck. “Remember what I said about getting in the bathtub together? There’s a big shower in there as well. Built for two.”

  She stiffened. Her breath came fast. Nerves danced in her stomach.

  “Hey, you okay?” He turned her around, looked down at her in concern.

  She thought about lying. Saying she was fine.

  “Ria? You look scared.”

  “I just . . . I can’t.”

  “Can’t what? Take a bath with me? Because of your hearing aid?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You’re not supposed to sleep with them in either, are you? That’s why you haven’t been sleeping well.”

  She nodded.

  “Because you feel too vulnerable? We haven’t known each other long enough. I’m sorry if I’m pushing you. We can wait as long as you need.”

  She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “It’s not just that. That’s part of it. I guess the other part . . .” She took in a shuddering breath. “I guess I’m still a little scared you’ll reject me. Turn away from me. I feel like a bit of a freak.”

  His arms tightened around her to the point that the breath whooshed out of her lungs. He quickly loosened his hold.

  “Sorry.” He drew her back, his hands around her upper arms. “Look at me. Ria, look at me.”

  He waited until she glanced up at him. She froze at the look of pure fury on his face. He looked ready and willing to kill. For a moment, she thought he was angry at her. But his touch was gentle as he ran his hands up and down her back. “Who called you a freak?”

  Fuck. Why had she said that? She didn’t want to talk about that.

  “Who, Ria?”

  “Kids at school.”

  He nodded. “Children can be cruel. Especially when someone is different.”

  “I already found it hard to make friends.”

  Because of her family.

  “What happened? Did you tell your parents?”

  “I told my mom. She pulled me out of school.”

  “And put you in a different one?”

  “No,” she whispered. “She got me a private tutor. I stayed at home until I begged to return when I was thirteen.”

  “That sounds very lonely. Surely, they could have found another school. Or have educated the children at your school so they understood.”

  “I can’t blame kids for staring. Back then hearing aids weren’t like they are now. But mom hated seeing me so upset. She insisted that I have a private tutor. I think my father was relieved. He was embarrassed by me.”

  “What?” he snapped and she found herself wishing she’d kept quiet.

  “Forget I said that.”

  “I will not. Your father was embarrassed by you?”

  “My father. . . our relationship was never an easy one. Before they discovered I was partialy deaf, he mostly ignored me. He had no interest in a girl. I was Mom’s problem.”

  “Problem?” he muttered.

  “I’m just saying it the way he saw it,” she said defensively.

  “Continue.” His voice was curt.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  He shook his head. “I know you’re feeling exposed, like I’m stripping you raw, but it’s not good to keep this all to yourself.”

  “You haven’t told me anything about your family.”

  He shrugged. “There’s not a lot to tell. I’m the only boy, I have four sisters.”

  “Four?” She gaped at him.

  “Yes. Four sisters.”

  Wow.

  “He was ashamed of me,” she whispered. He was right. It was hard to keep all this to herself. “He’d rather hide me away than have people see I wasn’t perfect.”

  “Fuck him.”

  “What?” She was so used to people falling at her father’s feet and kissing his ass because they feared him. She’d never h
eard someone say that about him. Of course Connor didn’t know who he was.

  “Fuck him. If he didn’t realize what a treasure you are then I say he’s the one missing out. He doesn’t deserve you. He was wrong, Ria. You were a precious, sweet little girl who deserved a daddy who cherished and protected her, and I’m sorry you didn’t have that.”

  “Me too.” She wondered what sort of father Connor would make. He’d probably be a strict one. Fair though. And he wouldn’t hurt a little girl just because she didn’t measure up to his idea of what she should be.

  He drew her close once more and kissed the side of her neck. “All right. Here is what we’re going to do. I want you to take the aid out at night.”

  She stiffened.

  “I know it’s hard. But you need to sleep, understand?” He pulled back to look down into her face. “I won’t push you to do anything else. I know you’re afraid. All I can tell you is that when I look at you, I don’t see someone who’s weird or different. I see someone who is amazing. Courageous. And when you trust me enough, you’ll be able to be that vulnerable with me.”

  She knew he meant it. But it was so hard to ignore the voice in her head telling her that she had to guard herself.

  Freak. Weirdo. Ugly.

  She forced those voices back.

  “I don’t want to know what you were just thinking, do I?”

  “No.”

  “Hmm, let’s see if we can replace those voices I’m sure you’re hearing telling you that you’re not perfect with some good thoughts.”

  He stepped back. “Strip then lay on the bed.”

  Her breath came in sharp pants as she quickly drew off her clothes then laid back on the bed. He stood by the side of the bed and slowly stripped. She lay there, just watching him. She didn’t think she’d ever grow tired of seeing him naked. The man just totally did it for her.

  When he was completely naked, he moved onto the bed, straddling her. He rested on his hands and knees and just stared down at her. “So beautiful.”

  She blushed slightly. Leaning in, he kissed her. Light at first then deeper. His tongue slid into her mouth to tease her. She moaned softly, shifting on the bed, wanting his touch.