Moving to his room has made me feel safer, and I can’t really explain why. Maybe it’s the heightened sense of privacy. Maybe it’s the comfort of his king-sized bed. Or maybe I needed a change in scenery after associating my fear of losing control with the living room.
Doesn’t matter. I feel so much better now. I think I’m ready.
Pink. That’s my safe word. I can stop this at any time. Pink. I still have control.
“Do you want me to do it?” He’s muttering against my shoulder, pressing his face into my cleavage. His tongue strikes my nipple inside my bra, and I suck in my breath like I’ve never had this done to me before. “Do you want me to take you over, Katie?”
The word falls too easily from my lips. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
He’s so soft-spoken, but I hear the Dom in his voice. The man who wants to be respected. To get obedience.
“You’re so hot.” He’s on his knees, breathing hard against my thighs. Fuck me. “I’m gonna make sure you’re nice and relaxed for what I have planned next.”
Planned. Next.
Ian’s tongue is all over my slit before I realize my legs are opened and spread on the bed. Fuck. He’s licking my panties, tearing at the lace and silk with his teeth, tongue frisking my clit whenever he feels like it. I try not to think about how vulnerable I feel. Especially with my wetness slipping from me.
I can’t hide how aroused I am.
“Katie…” Ian pulls away my underwear and goes for it, his tongue all over my clit, my slit, inside me. His tongue is deceptively large. If it feels like it packs a punch in my mouth, then it’s downright destructive down there.
It feels so good. His hands are on my hips, pulling me forward against his face. His tongue practically obliterates the last of my worries as I relax into this and anticipate my first climax of the evening.
If I come, I’ll feel so much better.
Except Ian is a Dom, and he’s got games to play. When he senses my moans, my shaking thighs, he kisses my navel and makes his way back up to my mouth. Sure enough, he kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue.
I taste good.
“Stay spread.” A part of me hopes he’ll fuck me with that cock of his, like this, with my legs wide open on the edge of his bed. I’ll let him call me whatever he likes if he does that. “You like this?”
His fingers aren’t his cock, but fuck, I’ll take ‘em. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, one arm hooking around his strong shoulders as two of his fingers slip into me.
“You’re so warm and tight.” His fingers curl inside me. Twist. Search for something to bring me to the edge of orgasm. “And wet. You get wetter than any woman I’ve known, Katie.”
I don’t tell him, but this intimate moment alone is one of the greatest of my life. I wrap my hand around his wrist, gently, my eyes locking with his. “Can I come? Please?”
“We’ll see.” His movements slow. I don’t care. He’s still inside of me, and that’s all that matters right now. “I like it when you ask for things. You should be polite to me. The nicer you are, the more likely I am to give you what you want.”
Good to know.
“What do you want, Katie? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ian’s fingers thrust into me. I gasp, eyes closing and rolling into the back of my head. “All right.”
He fucks me.
Shit, I can’t describe it past that. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I don’t know why. My toes are curling over the side of his bed, his fingers filling me, tighter, harder, twisting inside and stroking my G-spot. One arm is flung around his shoulders while the other holds me up on his bed. My breasts are popping out of my bra, Ian’s mouth finding them so quickly that I almost don’t see my own nipple before it’s between his lips. The man isn’t even touching my clit, and I feel like I could come.
“Please, sir. Please let me come.”
I don’t recognize my voice. Who is this quiet woman?
A groan against my breast has got me so unhinged that I release half my arousal all over this man’s hand. He chuckles. “You like being fingered, my darling?”
My darling. “Uh huh…”
He smacks the inside of my thigh before shoving his fingers into my easy gap. “Be polite.”
“Yes, sir…”
I’m losing consciousness. I want to come so badly that my hips thrust against his hand.
He pulls out.
“Now, now.” Ian wipes his wet hand all over my leg, my breasts. “I didn’t say you could do that. You need to wait for my command.”
His lips suck my throat. I’m pushed down onto the bed, him on top of me, my legs flinging into the air.
Take it out, Ian. Take out your cock and fuck me.
Just as quickly as this begins, Ian rolls off and points to the pillow.
“Up there.”
My legs are shaking as I pull myself to the head of the bed. Ian walks around the edge, opening a drawer and pulling out what I’ve been wondering about for a while now.
Handcuffs. Black silk.
I know what’s coming, but I’m denying it for my own sanity.
Pink. I can say it. I keep that power locked within me.
“Tell me what you want, Katie.” Ian goes through a few scraps of black silk, holding this one up to the light and that one against my bare skin. “What turns you on the most right now? What position are you begging for?”
He sounds like he’s negotiating with me. “I don’t care, sir. I just want you to…”
Ian raises an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“I want you to fuck me. With your cock. Please.”
The handcuffs land beside me. They sound so heavy. “Last two times I did that, I took you against a wall.” Before I can say uncle, one of my wrists is handcuffed to the bed. Have I mentioned that I’m on my stomach? I feel so vulnerable that I want to cry. This is happening so fast. “In fact, I haven’t had non-wall sex with a woman in a good while. I can’t wait to take you.”
He snatches my other wrist and makes it join the first.
“Well, well.” Ian’s fingers start at my neck and then travel down my back, following the curve of my spine before ending at my ass. My wet ass, since that’s how aroused I am.
I kinda hate it.
“You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” I don’t know if he’s telling the truth, and I don’t care. It makes me feel better. “I’m going to take you, Katie. I’m going to take your body and send your mind to oblivion.” He squeezes my French twist. I don’t know why he likes my hair up so much.
Then he pulls it out of its hold, my long hair falling over my face, down my back. It covers his hand as he caresses my flesh.
Ian lifts the blindfold.
“Wait…”
“Hm?” He sits next to me, his weight making the bed sink and my body slightly roll left. “Problem? Tell me what’s on your mind.”
I don’t know where to begin. Partly because he’s wrapping the silk around my eyes, cutting me off from the world. “I don’t know…”
“I’m not going to gag you. You’ll have every bit of power to say your safe word. But I want to do this.”
“Okay.”
Suddenly his breath is in my ear. “Good.” And now his hand is on my ass.
Firm.
Menacing.
Adrenaline pumps through me. Oh God. Oh fuck. Please take mercy on me.
I’ve never been spanked before.
I yelp when he does nothing more than tap my ass. You’d think he whacked me with a fucking flogger.
“Shh.” He kisses my shoulder, nibbling my bra strap again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why are you spanking me?”
I know I’m being insubordinate. I can’t help it. I need to know.
“You need to be broken in, Katie. You need to have your mindset changed, still. I’m not giving you release until I feel you’re actually in a sub’s headspace.”
I don’t say anything.