“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t mind being reminded of Darren and my life with him, Jason. They’re good memories and I’ll always have them.” Her smile was bright.
“I’m lucky to have so many things to treasure in my past. And now, with you”—her touch was soft against his cheek—“I’m blessed to have this opportunity to discover delight all over again.”
She shook her head as if surprised by her own words.
“I’m more than all right, Jason. With you I’m good, happy.”
He studied her face, not quite able to believe it could be as easy as she made it sound. He didn’t see any doubt. She lowered her gaze as he stared at her but not before he’d recognized the need in her eyes, her willingness to submit. He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.
“Good because I want you.”
Hunger flared in her eyes.
“What?” He wanted to hear her say it, ask for it.
“I want you too, Sir.”
There it was again. One little word was all it took to push him forward. He smiled as he remembered how he’d left her all hot and bothered earlier.
God
, that had been a rush. Her mouth on his cock had been heaven but leaving her all needy afterwards and her unquestioning acceptance of his decision, had felt like coming home.
“Feeling needy, girl?”
She tried to drop her gaze again but he forced her chin up and enjoyed the blush creeping up her cheeks. He knew she was hot for him, of course. He’d been touching her leg and panties for at least an hour and had found and cherished the wetness. Still, he needed to hear her say it.
“Very needy, Sir.”
“For what?” He whispered the question.
“For you, Sir.” Her answer was just as soft.
“Good girl.”
He took her hand and led her past his bedroom to the door at the end of the hallway.
“Through there is my private dungeon.” He studied her face but saw nothing to indicate fear or hesitation. “You think you’re ready to play in there?”
He heard her breathing change, saw her pupils darken. Her lips moved but no sound escaped.
“What’s that?”
The answer was rushed and breathy. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”
He wanted to laugh and cheer but kept his face smooth. “That’s my girl. I want you to go inside, undress and wait for me. I’ll join you when I’m ready.”
Jason let go of her hand and watched as she opened the door, looked around his well-equipped playroom and walked in, before turning and entering his bedroom. Tonight he’d allow himself to go into full Dom mode. All the signs indicated she wanted to submit to him as badly as he wanted her to surrender. If he was right, tonight would be a magical experience for both of them.
He smiled wryly when he opened his wardrobe. All his Dom attire had somehow ended up on the far left of the rail. It had been over a month since he’d last donned his leathers and they’d literally gotten pushed to the sidelines. Not anymore though. His fingers trailed over the trousers, enjoying the feel of leather. Well-worn and good quality, they were soft to the touch. He picked his favorite pair with buttons on the fly rather than a zip.
Great fun when fingers get clumsy and my cock is hard
.
Pulling the trousers up felt like coming home after a long absence. Just the sensation of the cool material against his legs and the grip it had on his buttocks when he closed the buttons had his cock hardening. He thought about Heather. How would she react to him in his leathers? How had she decided to wait for him? Would she be kneeling? Was she nervous? Had he made her wait long enough? He wanted her anticipating his arrival. Seeing her slightly on edge would be good.
Jason wasn’t worried she’d have second thoughts. He was sure she needed and wanted this as much as he did. But it had been a while for her and allowing her to get too nervous while waiting wouldn’t serve any purpose.
He glanced at himself in the mirror and smiled
. Oh yes, I’m back.
He was ready. He wanted this. He needed this with Heather. Tonight both of them were going to fly.
He forced himself to take his time walking back to his dungeon, to have patience as he opened the door. His breath caught. God, she was beautiful. She looked like she belonged here. Naked, on her knees in the middle of the room, with her legs apart, her hands on her thighs and her gaze on the floor, she had become submission personified. He saw the slight tensing of her muscles as the door hit the wall and admired her restraint when she didn’t look up or flinch.
Staying silent, he walked across the room. His pant leg brushed her arm when he walked past her. Her shudder sent a thrill of delight through his body. His dungeon wasn’t overly equipped. After all, he had everything a Dom could wish for a few floors down. He opened a drawer in the large oak cabinet, made from the same wood as the bench he had plans for and the four-poster bed, and selected his favorite items.
He turned around and took the time to just look at the beauty kneeling in the middle of his dungeon. Her skin glowed in the soft light dispersed by the multitude of tiny bulbs in the ceiling. She hadn’t moved at all. Her back was straight—the honey-colored curls streaming down toward her glorious buttocks.
He walked back, stopping behind Heather, and put his chosen items on the small table, just out of her sight, before circling around her, admiring every inch of her body. She stayed still. Her head didn’t move to track him as he walked. Her body was relaxed. He stopped walking when he was behind her again and listened to her heavy breathing.
“Beautiful girl.”
He stroked her hair, using his fingers to massage her scalp and loved the sound of her breath catching.
“Tell me. Did you like waiting for me? Did you imagine what I might do to you tonight? Did it make you hot?” He waited. “Answer me, beautiful. Nodding your head is not enough.” He paused before fisting his fingers and pulling her head back by her soft hair. “When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Unless I tell you differently, I never want you to be quiet. Do you understand?”
Her gasp when he emphasized his question with another tug on her hair went straight to his already rock-hard cock.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” She swallowed. “And yes, I’m hot and curious and—” She hesitated. “Also nervous.”
“That’s my girl. Now tell me, why are you nervous?”
He completely understood why she shook her head. It had to be difficult to articulate everything going through her mind right now, to verbalize all her feelings.
“I’m not sure. It’s been so long. I don’t know what to expect.”
Her voice trailed off and he had to strain to hear the rest.
“I want it so badly it scares me.”
He crouched down behind her, catching her body between his thighs. “What do you want, Heather?” He whispered the question because he didn’t want her to know how desperately he wanted to hear the answer.
“I don’t know. Everything.” The words rushed out of her mouth. “I want to lose myself. I need to surrender.”
He noticed the hesitation. “Tell me everything, Heather. No holding back.”
She had to force the words. “I want you. I need to surrender to you.”
Triumph and exhilaration filled him. “Yes, you do. And you will. Tonight you’re
mine
.”
Jason picked up the blindfold. It was soft and completely lightproof. She would be lost in the dark.
“Let’s see how much you really trust me.” He covered her eyes and secured the mask. Her sharp intake of breath was his reward. “How do you feel, Heather?”
“Good, Sir. Rainbows.”
“I love your rainbows, girl, but don’t forget your other words. Use them if it gets too much. There’s no hurry and I need to be sure you’ll stop me when I go too far.”
“I will, Sir. Black or gray. I promise.”
The muscles in his thighs were starting to complain but he wasn’t ready to get up yet. He squeezed her shoulders, searching for any tension. Her body relaxed under his hands and a low moan escaped her. He explored her naked skin, shoulders, arms, her tummy and up until he found her beautiful full breasts. They were made for him, a perfect fit for his hands. Cupping both of them, he softly squeezed the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. The reaction was instant. Her nipples hardened, her back arched, pushing her upper body into his chest and her breasts more firmly into his hands. Using his nails, he pinched the stiff nipples. Her groan was all the invitation he needed.
“So sensitive.”
He attached nipple clamps to the hard buds and tightened them, listening closely to her breathing for clues. He loved this. Discovering what and how much a sub could take had to be one of the best parts of this dynamic.
He wanted to put his hand between her legs, discover exactly what his ministrations were doing to her but waited. He would take her exactly where she wanted to go first. He’d make her lose herself so she could find herself again in his arms.
When he got up, Heather’s body swayed. Jason stepped in front of her and picked up the chain connecting the two clamps.
“On your feet, girl.”
A slight pull on the chain had her gasping and rushing to her feet as best she could while blindfolded. So beautiful. So helpless. Completely at his mercy.
“Walk.”
Keeping the chain tight enough to create a constant pull on her nipples, he directed her toward a slim bench. It was a shame to let go of the chain and Heather’s soft groan showed she felt the same way. Still, it wouldn’t be for long.
Pushing her down, he positioned her until she straddled the bench, which was high enough to force her up on her toes. He attached her wrists to the ties at the end of the bench before attaching the chain between her clamps to the cuffs. Any extra sensation in her nipples would now be self-inflicted. He grinned. If she stayed still, this was as bad as it would get. If she moved though… His grin widened, safe in the knowledge she couldn’t see his face. How much she moved would be a great indication of how much she could take.
“How does that feel, beautiful?”
“It’s good, Sir.”
“Cuffs too tight? Clamps?”
“No, they’re good. I’m good. I’m…” Her voice trailed away, words escaping her.
“That’s my girl.” He made a point of lowering his voice. “Now we’re ready.”
Stepping back he admired the beautiful and inviting picture in front of him. Blindfolded and cuffed, she truly was his to do with as he pleased. His hand moved to his crotch as if it had a mind of its own. He stroked himself through the leather. God he was hard. He wanted to take his time, draw it out, make her beg and yet, every time he saw her naked, the need to just enter her was overwhelming.
Restraint.
Taking her would be so much better once he’d reddened her arse.
He stroked the inviting buttocks, adding a few slaps for good measure and indulged himself in the sight of her squirming. The yelp escaping her when her movement pulled on her nipples satisfied a need deep inside him. He stroked her arse again, trailing his fingers over the soft, pink skin before pushing a finger into the split between her buttocks. Her low groan when he rubbed over the tight little hole answered a question he hadn’t asked. He picked up the lube with his free hand and squeezed.
The resistance he encountered when his slick thumb pushed down might as well have been an invitation.
“Tell me you want it, Heather. Ask me for it.”
“Please, just please.”
“Please what, girl. You have to be specific.”
“Please, Sir. Your finger. My arse.”
“Want my fingers in your arse?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
She screamed the words as his thumb broke through the resistance and entered the tight space between her buttocks. Her arse moved to meet his finger and another scream escaped her lips as the movement tightened the chain attached to her nipples. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he worked her arse. The sounds erupting from her mouth were incoherent, didn’t even resemble words. He watched her constant struggle between needing to move along with his finger in her arse and the urge to avoid the consequent pull on her nipples. His cock throbbed in his trousers, pleading with him to be released. He was sure the groan he heard when he withdrew his thumb was caused by disappointment. Little did she know. She wouldn’t be empty for long. He grabbed the last item from the table and covered it in lube. He’d picked a medium sized one. Not too small because she was experienced, but not too big either. It had been a while, after all.
He wished he could see her face as he pushed the plug into her tight hole. He could imagine it though. He watched the muscles in her arse clench and relax in quick succession as he slowly but steadily pushed the plug deeper. He could visualize the changes as they had to be flying across her face, the heat in her eyes, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips while she tried to catch her breath. He could hear her breathing stopping and starting, as if she had to remind herself of her need for oxygen.
The fattest part of the plug disappeared into her depths and her muscles clenched around the stem.
“It’s your job to keep it in place, Heather.”
A total lack of response had him lift his hand and slap her arse a few times.
“Answer me, Heather. Are you going to keep this plug inside for me?”
A few more slaps, a deep intake of breath and a strangled reply.
“Yes, Sir. Anything.”
He needed to be inside her. He couldn’t wait much longer. He walked around the bench and faced her, looking down at her beautifully bound body. He admired her for trying to lift her head but wasn’t surprised she couldn’t.
“Listen to me, girl.” A slight nod of her head indicated she’d heard him.
“Do you want me inside you?”
Another nod, but this time he wanted more from her.
“I can’t hear you. Don’t you want me?”
“I do. Please, Sir. I do. I need you.” Sheer desperation rang in her voice.
“Wriggle your fingers for me.”
Her body went completely still as she processed his request, before she moved her fingers. He studied her hands. They weren’t discolored and movement appeared to be no problem. Well, he smiled, wriggling wasn’t. He’d find out how well they moved soon enough.