The One Worth Finding (6 page)

He would be a good boy.

He straightened his clothes. He’d
chosen well, and if she happened to see him, she hopefully would
like what she saw.

He was infinitely glad for his
foresight when he
watched Mistress Tara leave her car in front of the
club.

Damn, she looked good in her crisp black
pantsuit and dark green blouse, complete with bright red stiletto
pumps. He shivered. He could just imagine those heels digging into
his chest. For the first time he saw how petite she truly was -
such a small, sexy, strong woman. He sighed.

He hid his budding erection behind his
overcoat and flashed her a blinding smile.

She stopped to wait for him, her
face solemn and
guarded. Aaron’s smile deepened; he didn’t worry at all. He
would make her glow with happiness. Her pleasure was all that would
matter to him for the next week.

“So nice to meet you again, Ma’am,” he
said politely, greeting her with a slight bow.

“
Good to see you, Mr.
Harte
,” she
said, her voice slightly cool.

He fought to keep the frown from his
face and followed her into the innocent-looking
building.

Their ways parted in the hallway,
where Mistress Tara left him with a curt nod, turning towards the
dominant’s wardrobes.

He stared longingly after her before he
walked to the locker room for the subs. He chose a free closet and
sat down for a moment, just looking at the wall, concentrating on
his breath. Trying to regain his calm, unnecessary as it was; she
would take care of him. He felt a surge of warmth inside of him. No
need to be in control. He could feel free here.

He started to undress, shoes first. He
just hoped he had a wonderful afternoon ahead of him.

Tara opened the door of
the
subs’
locker room as quietly as possible. He had turned his back on her
and was just removing his shoes.

She felt a pleasant rash of goose bumps
spreading over her arms.

He looked like a present, ready to be
unwrapped. His black suit so elegant, the contrast sharp against
his pale golden skin and dark blond hair. She loved his unruly
curls, the soft touch of rebellion they gave his otherwise
immaculate exterior.

It was unfair to be cool and
unfriendly to him just because he threatened to get closer than he
was supposed to get. It was her job to keep her heart
safe
; he was
just a soft, exceedingly beautiful little sub who desperately
wanted to please her. It would be cruel to reject him just because
she was weak.

He stuffed
his socks into the shoes. Damn,
even his feet were sexy: slim and high-arched, strong and
masculine. He put his jacket into the locker and unbuttoned his
vest. A vest. She smiled softly. The conservative clothing was so
hot on this sweet, boyish little sub.

She swallowed her groan when he pulled off
his shirt and revealed the strong, perfectly sculpted muscles of
his back, scratching his neck softly before he straightened the
waistband of his pants. They rode low on his hips.
Delicious.

“Mr. Harte,” Tara said
firmly.

She hummed with delight when he didn’t
startle, but turned around calmly and promptly, eyes lowered to the
floor.

“Yes, Ma’am?” his voice soft and
obedient. So pleasing.

“
Eyes on me,” she ordered, and he
complied immediately, his light green eyes stunningly beautiful.
She handed him the black bracelet. He took it carefully.

“
Wear this,” she said, “and shed
the pants and underwear. I promise you won’t need them.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He answered promptly and
opened his belt without the slightest sign of
discomfort.

Chapter 5

Aaron
forced himself not to finger the
bracelet. A black one, and he was rightfully wearing it; he was a
committed sub, and his Domme would take care of him.

He kept his gaze lowered although they
were all alone in the quiet club. He had a giant erection, but no
problem with his nudity; he was used to being naked even in front
of large crowds. He was still trying to figure out what exactly
Mistress Tara’s reputation at the club was. Phil seemed to be
rather scared of her. No idea why, though, everything he’d seen of
her so far had hinted at the fact that she didn’t get what she
wanted through cruelty and punishment.

He battled the urge to look at
her
sweet
ass, swaying enticingly in front of him. She wore a male Dom’s
outfit: tight black leathers that rode low on her perfect hips and
a black leather vest that left a generous strip of her stomach and
back uncovered and closed tightly over her breasts. And wow - what
breasts they were. They were generously sized for a body that
small, but somehow he didn’t think they had ever met a surgeon. He
hoped she would press his face into them soon, which was one of his
favorite ministrations; while many Doms were ass-men, as a sub he
liked the only butt played with to be his own. Aaron Harte was a
breast-man, and Mistress Tara had exactly the equipment he
preferred.

She felt his presence at her back and
enjoyed the pang of anticipation deep in her guts. How long had it
been since she had actually been looking forward to playing with a
sub?

He’d gotten naked without questioning her.
He trusted her even now, hardly knowing her. Yes, it was his
pleasure that would please her, his obedience, his open-eyed
trust.

She led him into her personal
room that had been prepared for today. She
inspected the equipment quietly,
touching it softly. Spanking bench. Whips and chains. Her toys. And
the king-sized bed at the back of the room. She wouldn’t need much
more for this kind of play.

She turned towards him and watched him
for a minute.

He stood in the middle of the room, his
eyes lowered. A stray ray of sunshine from the slightly opened
ceiling window fell directly on his naked body, putting him in the
spotlight. Exactly where he deserved to be. He was blindingly
beautiful, bare and open, and she couldn’t wait to explore him. Her
gaze traced the strong muscles under his golden skin longingly,
brushed over his soft hair. The graceful arch of his
neck.

She grabbed a pair of leather cuffs
and stepped in front of him.

“
Eyes on me,” she commanded
calmly, and he complied. ”I want you to look at me until I say
otherwise, little one.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Your position is perfect,” she said,
and he instinctively extended his hands in front of him. Tara
smiled when she closed the cuffs around his wrists, carefully
testing their fit.

“That doesn’t hurt, does it, pet?” she
asked softly.

“
No, Ma’am.” His voice was
slightly breathless, which pleased her tremendously. She grabbed
the chain that hung from the ceiling above him and lifted his arms
to fasten it at the cuffs.

She walked to the control panel at the
wall, her heels clicking on the concrete. When she pressed a
button, the chain lifted and made him stretch his arms above his
head. She stopped before he’d have had to go on tiptoes.

He looked delicious, eye candy on display.
She walked around him, watching his perfect body closely, pleased
when he didn’t lower his gaze again. He was well trained and more
than able to obey commands, not like the young male subs who often
made her repeat everything a hundred times before it sank
in.

She stood before him and looked him in
the eyes, lifting her hand to brush her fingers over his chest, the
contact gentle and soft.

“Let me tell you what we’ll do today,”
she said, walking around to his backside.

She came close, very close, pressing her
chest against his back while her hands glided around his torso,
sliding down his stomach to his thighs. She felt solid muscle
beneath her palms and pinched his skin lightly, making him jerk
more from arousal than from pain. She felt the heat of his erection
directly next to her fingers. When was the last time she’d actually
wanted to have sex? She enjoyed the trickle of moisture between her
engorged folds for a few seconds.

“Your cock makes your mistress wet, my
sweet toy,” she whispered against his neck, “it’s
beautiful.”

She felt him tremble in her
hold.

“
Thank you, Ma’am.” His voice was
strained, aroused. She let her fingers brush his erection and found
a thick drop of pre-cum at the tip. Just what she’d
expected.

“
I’m gonna start
soft and slow,
angel,” she said. “First, I’ll bend you over the spanking bench and
tie you down, hands and feet, spread open for my pleasure. I’ll
blindfold you. Then I’ll kiss the spot where I’ll work for the next
week.”

Her hands wandered to his taut butt and
she dug her thumbs into the firm flesh before her fingers slid
through the cleft and briefly touched the soft, puckered entrance
they found at the base. A violent shudder ran through his body, and
his gasp made her sex contract.

“
Afterwards” she continued, her
voice still calm and in control, “I’ll make you come with my
fingers
-
here.”

She barely pushed her fingertip inside
him, but he reacted sharply, his butt clenching
involuntarily.

“Relax, pet,” she ordered sharply,
“it’s not yours to decide where I touch you.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” he whispered, “I’m
sorry.”

He relaxed his buttocks to give her
better access.

“
Spread your legs,” she said, and
when he did, her fingers slid over his perineum and applied a
considerable amount of pressure there, igniting his prostate. The
desperate sound he made in the back of his throat made her
smile.

“
After you co
me with my fingers inside you,”
she continued calmly, gently rubbing the spot behind his balls that
she knew would drive him insane, “I’ll untie you and order you on
your back. I’ll fasten your hands at your sides and make you spread
your legs for me, as wide as they can go. I’ll use a butt-plug in
your sweet little hole; given your experience, I might as well
choose a big one. I’ll leave it in there while I play with your
lips, your nipples, and your cock.”

She pulled her hand from between
his legs, and he sighed in relief. Tara smiled. A more
inexperienced sub would have been frustrated because she’d just
denied the only available source of release. But this one knew that
he didn’t have permission to come and welcomed the break to regain
his senses. Yes, she would enjoy this. She touched his cock
briefly
-
hard as steel, jerking in her hand. She knew what it cost him to
stay relatively calm, and she appreciated the effort.

“You’re well trained sub,” she
whispered into his ear, nipping at the soft lobe, ”your mistress is
pleased.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” He answered, and
she could feel his deep satisfaction beneath the excited tremble in
his voice.

She walked around to stand in front of
him again.

“
This is the last time I’ll tell
you in advance what I’m gonna do to you,” she said firmly. “I do
that to make it easier for you to give me your absolute trust. If
you really displease me, I’ll use the cane on your back. Otherwise,
I won’t inflict pain, and the penetration will not hurt. When was
the last time you had anything enter your ass, sub?”

“Last night, Ma’am.”

She stiffened briefly and came closer,
her chest pressing against his, his painfully engorged cock rubbing
against her stomach. He still looked into her eyes.
Good.

Her voice was low and
threatening.

“I hope for your own sake that you had
nothing but a toy up there, and that you put it in there all by
yourself, pet.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” he said
breathlessly, “I masturbated with a dildo up my ass, thinking of
you.”

Flattery would get him nowhere, but
she smiled despite herself. She grabbed his cock, wrapping her hand
tightly around it, squeezing softly. He gasped.

“
Let’s establish another ground
rule, little one,” she growled. “Your mistress is possessive.
Jealous. And she doesn’t share what’s hers. Ever. So, under no
circumstances will you allow anyone to play with you while you’re
mine. Not at the club. Not anywhere else. I expect you to rather
take a punishment than allow another Dom, male or female, to touch
my goods. Do you understand?”

“
I understand, Ma’am.” He
breathed, “
nobody will touch me but my mistress. I’m your willing
little toy.”

She released his cock and walked to the
panel to lower the chain; she stopped when his hands rested
comfortably against his legs.

She circled him with slow, measured
strides before she stopped in front of him and pulled his head
down. She claimed his lips with hers and felt him melt against her.
His sweet breath gushed into her mouth when he exhaled in surprise,
and his exquisite taste made her shiver inwardly. He was sweeter
than anything she’d ever had. Her kiss was wild and hungry and
utterly possessive, burning the rule into his mind: he was hers,
and nobody was allowed to touch him. It was hard to finally wrench
her lips away from his.