Authors: KB Alan
Giving a little shake of his head, he linked her wrist restraints, then lifted her to her feet with one hand under her arm. He led her to the foot of the bed.
“Lean over, cheek to the mattress, feet wide.”
She did as instructed, choosing to turn her face towards the things he’d left on the bed, rather than towards the door. Letting her see, he picked up a small bottle of lube and squeezed a liberal amount onto a shiny silver butt plug. It wasn’t a large one, and she didn’t seem concerned, so he went ahead and moved his slick finger to her hole and rested lightly against the pucker. She shivered at the first contact, took a breath, let it out, and let him in. He teased the rim then pushed all the way in. It didn’t take long before he added a second finger, scissoring them to open her up further.
She stayed perfectly still, her eyes turned towards him. He added more lube directly to her hole, then slid the plug in to the first knob. He played with it, teasing her with the fullness of the next bump before pushing it past her ring.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Please Sir, yes Sir, more.”
He smiled at her breathy begging, rubbed his free hand over her ass. A little pinch brought a gasp and he slid the plug home. She wiggled for him and he gave her a light tap in appreciation. Sliding his hand under her arm, he helped her stand. Her face was flushed and her eyes had gone glassy. Perfect. He grabbed the hairbrush and brought her back to the chair, nudging the small pillow back into position. Taking a seat with his legs spread wide, he pointed at the floor.
“Turn around and sit back on your heels.”
She settled quickly and he began to brush her hair, starting from the bottom and using his free hand to make sure he didn’t pull unnecessarily. It wasn’t exactly his usual style of play, but then again nothing about the night’s activities had been the norm. When the auburn strands were silky smooth, he pulled off the band he’d wrapped around the brush’s handle and secured her hair into a tail at the nape of her neck. It took a little more skill than he’d expected and wasn’t quite an example of perfection, but it would do. He used the tail to gently pull her head back until it was resting on his thigh. Her color had faded but her eyes were still dreamy.
He ran a hand carefully down the column of her neck, ghosted it along the side of her breast, then traced a finger in circles around the tip, watching as her nipple began to pucker with no direct contact. When it was standing proud, he gave it an appreciative tweak. Her other nipple was half hard already when he repeated the process. Once it was tweaked to full firmness, he squeezed her pert breasts, one at a time, thumbing the nipples, until her breath was coming in sharp pants.
“If we play again, I’ll have to put some pretty jewelry on these.” He tried to keep his tone casual. “Would you like that?”
Her breathy “Yes, Sir” was gratifying, but he knew he couldn’t actually hold her to anything she said in this state. Still, it made him smile.
“Good girl.” He leaned down and teased her lips, upside down to his. She tried to take a kiss, but he refused, smiling against her as she mewled. He licked the corner of her mouth and stood, bringing her up as well. He turned her and slid his hands to her waist.
“Put your legs around me.”
She blinked up at him in surprise then did as he’d ordered when he lifted her. “When I sit back down, I want you to drape your legs over the chair arms.” She nodded her understanding and he carefully lowered them down, supporting her butt until she was fully settled. He debated unlinking her cuffs, the feel of her hands roaming his chest a strong temptation. But he wanted her unbalanced, dependent on him to hold her steady and safe for her ride.
He rummaged through the drawer of the side table and pulled out an unflavored condom, then danced the edge of the package along her breasts, her nipples, her collar bone. She pulled her shoulders back, displaying herself to him. He rolled the condom on, then put his hands at the small of her back, underneath her clenched fists. Holding her still, he leaned down to pull her nipple between his lips.
* * *
Dana cried out when the wet heat enveloped her nipple. Her fingers unclenched to reach for him, gripping his wrist, the only part of him she could reach. She was thankful for that bit of him to steady herself. She felt safe perched on the chair, wasn’t worried she’d fall, but she’d felt untethered until she’d been able to grab onto him. It wasn’t quite subspace, not like she was used to, but it was a similar floaty feeling that she wasn’t sure if she should fight against, or give in to. She wasn’t looking for a Dom, damn it. Or a relationship. Or—
He switched sides and she moaned, unable to stop herself. He didn’t seem to mind her making noises though, had encouraged her to beg earlier. Of course, she wasn’t at all sure she should be giving him what he wanted. He was already taking more than she’d meant to give. But how could she resist? He’d let her cry all over his amazing chest, then propositioned her. Even with her most-likely blotchy face and the disaster her hair must have been before he’d brushed it. And why had that felt so awesome? It hadn’t been the least bit sexual, but she’d pretty much melted at his feet. Well, if she was going through with this, she might as well give it her all, which meant giving him what he wanted from her. Not that it was a hardship.
“Please, sir…I need you.”
She felt his lips curl into a smile against her breast. He pulled free, just far enough to answer. “I’m right here, Dana.” He kissed along the breast, then up her breast bone.
She’d meant to ask for his cock to fill her, but his mouth moving towards hers reminded her that he’d yet to actually kiss her.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he nibbled along her chin. She tried desperately to remember what she’d been about to say. He bit her, then licked the sting away.
“Kiss me!” she shouted in triumph when her scattered brain seized the thought. “Please, please, Sir, I need you to kiss me.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, his mouth finding her ear and teasing her lobe. “Here?” he asked, the flesh caught between his teeth.
“Oh, yes…no! My mouth, Sir. Eric, please, kiss.¬” His mouth covered hers, his tongue diving in and filling her just the way she’d wanted. Her fingers clenched on him. He pulled her up closer, his hands splaying across her lower back, the small adjustment making her feel the plug buried in her ass, which only served to remind her how empty she was elsewhere.
She opened her eyes and found him watching her. Hunger and pleasure were in his eyes and she gasped into his mouth. One of his wrists slid free of her grasp, but since he was reaching between them, she couldn’t complain. He broke the kiss and they both looked down to where he grasped his erection and brought it to her sex. His other hand gripped her hip hard and helped her rise to join him. She would have plunged down, but he held her steady, the head of his cock lodging just inside her opening. He let go of himself and took complete control of her body, his hands guiding her down to envelop his hard length.
When he stopped her again she nearly sobbed. He pulled her up, teased her with the thought of pulling all the way free, then dropped her back down. His hips thrust up and he was buried fully inside her. She clenched her inner muscles, fell forward so that she could rest her head against his shoulder. Good, it felt so fucking good.
His fingers clenched, all the warning she had before he began to move her again, bouncing her gently, her legs waving wildly on either side of the chair. She used the leverage of the arms under her knees to help him, smiled when he cursed into her hair. Damn, she could get used to being with this man. She gave a little twist of her hips on the next drop and he growled. He turned his face to her, nipped at her until she turned to meet his mouth with hers. His tongue plunged into her and his rhythm got a little erratic. One hand deserted her back only to reappear between them. He pinched her clit and she screamed into his mouth, her orgasm taking her by surprise even though she felt like it had been building for ages.
His own release was immediate, his bellow next to her ear bringing a smile to her face. She collapsed against his chest, panting along with him. He tickled her waist but she only managed a slight shriek, and didn’t even move. Her wrists popped free of each other and he gently massaged her shoulders, though they barely ached. She brought her freed arms around him and held on tightly as his fingers ran up and down her spine.
Only when he nuzzled her neck and made soothing sounds did she realize that she was crying again. Damn, hadn’t she cried enough already? He was going to throw her out and never want to see her again.
The thought stopped her tears, not because it might be true, but because…did she want to see him again? It was too soon to start something with someone.
Right
?
“Okay?” he asked.
She forced herself to sit back up and look at him while wiping her face clean.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s been an emotional night.”
She nodded. “Thanks. For everything. I imagine my plans weren’t quite in line with yours for the evening.”
He shrugged. “Sometimes it’s good to get thrown off course.” He slapped her butt, then eased the plug free. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and see if someone thought to bring me clothes.”
With absurd regret, she let him lift her up and hold her until her wobbly legs figured themselves out. He took her hand and led the way to the bathroom, where he disposed of the condom while she washed her face. Then he lowered her dress over her head and smoothed it over her body until it lay just right.
When they went back into the room, she checked outside the door and found a small pile of clothing, which she handed over to him. She put on her shoes while he slipped on a faded pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. God, she could just stare at him for hours. His head popped free of the tee and he saw her staring, then grinned.
“Before we leave, I’m going to ask you for two things.” He led her to the bed and stepped between her legs when she sat on the edge. His fingers roamed her thighs, flirting with the skirt’s hem, then bypassing it altogether.
“First thing. I want a commitment to a date.”
Her stomach muscles clenched. “A date?” The question came out as sort of a squeak, but at least it came out.
“A date. Dinner. Maybe some dancing, maybe a movie. Whatever you prefer.”
She tried to reply but he put a finger against her lips.
“Second thing. I want a commitment to a play date. Here at the club.”
She blinked, then frowned. “A…play date. And a date.”
“That’s right.”
“You don’t want to play at the end of the date? Or make the date part of the play?”
“No.”
“Oh.” Biting her lip, she forced her brain to think. She needed to be honest. With herself, and with him. “I’m, um, not sure I’m ready for ...dating.”
He didn’t answer for a minute.
“If you try it and find you’re not ready, we’ll figure out what to do next.”
She frowned.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he asked, finally, his voice betraying no impatience.
His thumbs made little circles against her thigh and she wanted to kick him for distracting her. She managed to restrain herself. “Yes, I’d like that.”
“And do you think you could handle one more session with me?”
His knowing smirk got the better of her. “Just like tonight? Me in charge to begin, then—”
She laughed as he assaulted her with tickles, growling into her throat as he knocked her back onto the bed.
“Okay!” she shrieked. “Okay!” He stopped the tickling immediately and propped himself up on his elbows.
“You’ll give me those two things?” he asked.
She sighed. There was no possible way she could say no, so she didn’t.
“Yes. I suppose I can agree to those terms.” The grin trying to burst free on her face felt odd, but welcome.
His lips found hers and she truly relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever.
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