Everything He Wants (11 page)

He leaned forward to unbutton my blouse, casually pinching my nipples once they were free. "No bra. I like that in a sub."

"I figured I was in for the evening so..." I trailed off.

"Indeed." He helped me get out of my shirt before unbuttoning my pants. "Those as well."

Trying not to fall on my face, I slowly removed the rest of my clothes, and as I did, Jake's hold on my leash tightened.

"Kneel," he ordered, wrapping the slack of rope around his hand.

I did as he asked, and remembering what he'd said, I placed my hands behind my back. With my head raised, I closed my eyes, my attention fixed on the rope around my neck.

Like the day before, Jake took his time. He stepped to my side. Behind me. Around me. And as he did, my mind started to drift. I anticipated his every breath. Every touch of skin against mine.

His fingertips trailed along my collarbone. Over my shoulder. Between my breasts. I sucked in a breath when he changed directions, his touch moving along my jaw. My cheek. Down my back.

"Tell me your safe words," Jake said, gently tugging the rope whenever I started to slouch.

"Yellow to slow down. Red to stop, Master."

"Good girl." His hold on the leash loosened, and he shifted his weight in front of me. "Give me your hands." Once I did, he moved them to the button on his slacks. "Remove them for me—without opening your eyes."

Concentrating on the single button, I carefully slipped it through the fabric before drawing down the zipper. My mouth watered when I felt his hard cock straining against his boxers.
Soon, Kira. You'll have him soon.
Oblivious to the fact I was doing as any sub would, I fell into the usual motions, pulling his pants down so he could step out of them before doing the same with his boxers.

With the garments out of the way, I held my hands behind my back and waited for his next order. An order that never came. As tree branches clawed at the windows outside, my heart crashed against my ribs.
It's a mind game.
It's what Doms did best, or so I'd read.
He's going to make you want it.
But I already did. I wanted to lick him. Taste him.
Fuck
him.

And still, he didn't move. Not even the rope in his hands was taut. Time passed us by. The light coming in from outside dimmed, possibly from a cloud floating in front of the sun, and that's how it stayed.

Me on my knees. Waiting. Silently begging him to say—to do
something.

"Have you lost your mind yet?" Jake asked.

"No, Master."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Stop what?
If I said yes, would that mean I didn't want to play at all, or did it mean I was tired of waiting? "No, Master."

"Am I frustrating you?"

"Yes, Master."

He laughed. "And do you know why I'm making you wait?"

I frowned. "No, Master. I don't think I do."

"Because," he almost purred. "The Dom always has the final say. There will be times when I try your patience, just as I've done now. You did well, and for that, I will reward you." He wrapped the rope around his hand again, pulling down on it until I bowed my head. "Suck me."

I wet my lips and carefully lowered my mouth until I found what I was looking for. Widening my stance so I wouldn't lose my balance, I took him in my mouth, savoring the salt on his skin as I traced the vein underneath with my tongue. Jake moaned somewhere above me, and that alone made my clit throb with need.

He pinched my nipples. Twisted them. Tugged and pulled at them. And every time he did, I moaned against his warm skin. Took him in a little deeper, deep-throating him.

Jake rested a hand on top of my head and guided me down on him. Let me come up for air. Down again. Then back up.

Circling the head of his cock with my tongue, I parted the slit I found there. Jake dug his fingers into my hair, pulling back on it until he was freed from my mouth.

When I looked at him, he was staring right at me.

"Get on the bed."

I'd barely gotten onto the bed when he rolled me on my back, positioning himself between my knees.

"Condom..." I breathed.

His eyes darkened. "You worry about doing as you're told. I'll worry about the condom."

His deep voice caught me off guard, but then he smiled and held the condom up for me to see. With my nerves calmer than before, I watched him tear the condom wrapper with his teeth.

He grimaced, possibly from the cold latex, as he rolled it on before leaning in to kiss me on the lips. I hugged my arms around him, deepening our kiss as he placed a hand under my back.

Tangled with him on a bed we hadn't even slept in yet, I lost myself in his embrace. Under his watchful gaze. Surrounded by his domain.
You belong here.

"Same rules apply," Jake breathed between strangled gasps for breath. "You're not to come without my permission."

"I won't, Master."

And even then, I knew I wouldn't. I obviously had a lot to learn when it came to holding my orgasms at bay, but so long as I asked him for permission before I reached my breaking point, I was still following his orders. Playing by his rules. 

Rocking my hips, I whimpered when he pulled away from me. Gasped when he thrust inside me. I clawed at the back of his neck. Rocked my hips and drew him in even more.

Deep lines of concentration covered his brow as he closed his eyes. And slowly, layer by layer, I watched him fall apart. I wrapped my legs around his hips. Moved whichever way I could so he was hitting my G-spot just right.

Every thrust. Every. Fucking. Time.

I held my breath. Exhaled. Held him close as he drove me even closer to the edge. I didn't dare reach for my clit. Even with Jake fucking me, I was about to reach my breaking point. Not only would teasing my clit increase the pleasure, it would send me over the edge.

The arm under my back shook, and as Jake shortened his thrusts, I arched away from the bed.

"Don't..." I moaned. "Don't stop. Please, Master. Don't stop."

His breath caught. His thrusts became even more desperate, alternating between short and fast to hard and deep.

The air started to crackle around us with energy we couldn't possibly contain. And as the first tremors of my orgasm ran through me, I closed my eyes. Away from him. His thrusts. Everything. My body begged to let go. I struggled to hold on. I was slowly starting to fall, and there was no safety net. No way for me to stop. 

"M-master..." I pleaded. Begged. Fought for whatever control I had left. "Please, Master."

He thrust harder. Embraced me. "Come for me, Kira. Come now."

A strong heat radiated from my clit to every inch of my body, and as it did, I let go. Of Jake. My breath. Everything.

A
few days after my first experience with rope, the supplies we purchased, along with the papers regarding Dennis's restraining order, arrived at the house. I ignored the papers for the time being as, quite honestly, I was more interested in the box and what was inside.

The box was bigger than I'd imagined, and I had to open it on the front stoop just to get some of the more valuable items through the door. The box held everything I needed and more. Books and templates on how to make the masks seen in Venice. Feathers, sequins, leather and even rope.

But along with all the supplies, there was a personalized note.

Once you're used to making these out of paper and cheap cloth, I have a challenge for you. I want to see the kind of mask you think someone like me would wear at a place like The Limelight.

I turned the piece of paper over, but there wasn't anything else. I looked from the letter to the leather and rope Jake had ordered for me.
Well, at least that explains his reason for getting the leather.
What I didn't know was how to fashion a mask that would be suitable for a Dom, much less the one I was with.

After transporting the essential supplies from the front stoop to the guest house, I locked up my work area and sat back down in Jake's living room. Whatever was left in the box was much too large for me to maneuver on my own. I had a feeling I knew what it was, but decided I was better off waiting for Jake to get home instead of trying to move it on my own.
No sense pulling something and damaging his sub.

I was back in the guest house sorting the supplies when Jake came home. He kissed me, but I couldn't help noticing the papers in his hand.

"You didn't open them," he said, sounding somewhat surprised.

"I'm afraid to," I admitted. "I know you told me they went through but..."

"I'm sorry I can't do more."

"You've done enough." I set a pack of feathers on the counter and washed my hands. "I feel safer in my home than I think I've ever been, and that's enough for me."

His expression softened and he cupped my face with his hands. "I do wish you'd reconsider staying there. For safety's sake."

"Not until my lease is up. Besides, the rent's cheap and it's a decent location. I have traffic driving by all the time and businesses below me."

"I know, and those are the same reasons I haven't done more to make you stay with me." He drew arcs on my cheek with his thumb. "I just worry."

"I know, and I appreciate that, I really do. But until I can find a comparable place—that I can rent on my own—I'm going to keep it. Just until we see where this goes."

"Smart girl." He cleared his throat and, much to my relief, he changed the subject completely. "I see you got your new toys. Do you like them?"

"I do. I couldn't get the big stuff in, though."

"Ahh, that would be your table. The mannequins are still coming, but from a different vendor." He glanced around the room, eyeing the leather sheets I had hanging on the drying rack. "Did you get my note as well?"

"I did, but I don't know exactly what those in your lifestyle might wear."

"I thought as much." He pressed a hand to the small of my back, gesturing at the door to the guest house. "Come. I want to take you somewhere...
special
."

Albeit a little hesitant, I followed him back to the main house to get changed. But when I reached his room, the clothes laying out on the bed were different from anything I'd ever worn in his presence.

I picked up the royal blue corset and turned it over before inspecting the long skirt that went along with it. Jake stood in the doorway, wearing a suit much like the one he usually had on.

"Where are we going, exactly?" I asked, removing most of my clothes so I could change into the ones he'd put out for me.

He stepped up behind me to help with tying the laces. "Someplace special."

I held my hair out of the way, gasping each time cinched the bodice. "Yes, you already said that. You also said you didn't buy clothes for or dress your subs."

"Special occasions call for something a little different. As for where we're going, you'll have to wait and see." He kissed the back of my neck once the corset was in place. "I believe you can manage the rest on your own."

"I should hope so, otherwise I have a serious problem that doesn't involve getting stuffed into a bodice that's probably as small as the one I have at home."

Jake laughed, stopping inside the doorway. "Don't worry. It won't be on for long."

* * * *

T
he Limelight
was even more packed than the first time I was here. Stepping into the lobby, Jake took my jacket and draped it over his arm. He signed us in, and without saying a word, led me to the main room.

He'd spoken at length on the way over how I was to act in public, and even though I had a million questions racing through my mind, I kept them all to myself. I did my best to keep my eyes fixed on the ground, but when Jake stopped in front of me, I risked a glance around the room.

It wasn't anything like I'd seen over a week before. The stage was missing, and by the look of it, there were no demos planned for the evening.
So why are we here?
Yet another question I couldn't ask as Jake slowly guided me through the main room to a long hall on the other end.

"I'm going to drop these off in a locker, then I'll explain why we're here," Jake said, nodding to our jackets. "You can wait here. Don't address anyone. If they talk to you, direct them to me. Most Doms should know better than to talk to a sub without her master's permission, but the newer pups don't seem to realize this—or to care. Are you okay?"

I lowered my voice as a woman dressed in leather walked by. "Yes, Master."

"I'll be back in a minute."

I pressed my back against the wall and bowed my head. The music from the main room was just as loud as before. My heart beat in sync with the electronic atmosphere as another couple walked toward me.

Watching them from under my lashes, this sub was led by a shirtless Dom. He had a strong hold on her wrist, but most of her body was bare. Aside from a dark thong, collar, and a ball gag, she was completely naked.

I averted my gaze before either of them could call me out for staring. But that didn't help the fact of what I'd already seen.
Leather.
The Doms I saw wore it like it was a second skin to them. And perhaps it was, but I couldn't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable a suit like that must've been. I was almost thankful I was the sub and not a Domme like the one I'd seen earlier.

I'll take naked over being pinched by leather any day.
My mind drifted then, to Jake's challenge for a mask that could fit in a scene such as this. I could definitely see the leather being a big part of it, but the rope would probably take more time.

I was starting to wonder if the Doms in leather ever had to get cut out of their suits when the door to the locker room opened.

"All set?" Jake asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, but said nothing else.

Knowing his rigid posture was more for show than to intimidate me, I walked behind him, mindful of how much space I left between us.

"You'll walk no more than three paces behind me,"
he'd said.
"Do this, as I'd rather not lead you on a leash."