"Fuck," he whispered. He was hard before he even rang the bell.
That night in his bedroom changed things for him. He'd been trying to make that evening more relaxed for her. They had been stepping up their playtime so much lately that he was afraid she was becoming overwhelmed with the lifestyle. He had wanted to give her an evening to recharge, plus he wanted a chance for her to be more at ease with him. He hadn't slept much that night as he held her in his arms and tried to fight his internal battle of getting too close to her. Not only had he lost the battle, but now he feared he'd lose the war.
She answered the door and looked surprised to see him.
"Master?" He could see how shocked she was to see him. "I wasn't expecting you."
"I know," he said. "May I come in?"
"Of course," she said as she lowered her head and let him enter before she moved from the doorway.
He walked into her loft and smiled when he saw how cluttered and untidy it was. She definitely wasn't expecting company. Her scent immediately hit him. It smelled of roses, probably her soap or perfume. It was the same smell that surrounded the sub bedroom. When he missed her during the week he would go in there and press his face to her pillow. It was also where he settled in during their phone sex conversations.
"I'm sorry to show up here like this," he said, feeling rather ridiculous at how awkward he felt in her presence. "I had to see you."
"Is everything okay?" He could tell she was confused. This was exactly why he didn't make contact with her during the week. He didn't want to blur the lines.
He took her hand and pulled her toward his body. "The phone wasn't going to be enough tonight." He tilted her chin up and kissed her lips as he ran his fingers through her hair. He walked them over to the loveseat, never breaking their connection, and sat down, pulling her into his lap. They kissed and groped for a few minutes, but Luke needed to stop. He hated that he couldn't figure out what he was feeling from one minute to the next.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "You make me do things that aren't rational."
"What do you mean?"
"I shouldn't be here," he said. "But yet, here I sit."
"Why are you here?"
Lately, he noticed she had been trying to get more information out of him than he was willing to share. Whether she knew it or not, she knew more about him than any other sub ever had. Actually, she knew more about him than some of his closest friends.
"I'm here because I want to be, and that's all you need to know," he said, slipping back into Dom mode.
She quickly dropped her gaze to the floor.
"It's not your place to question me."
"Yes, Master," she quietly stated.
When he played the part of her Dom, it always put her in exactly the mindset she needed to be in. His perfect submissive. There was a reason he was so good at this lifestyle. He was disappointed she couldn't act the way she wanted in front of him. He was the reason why, but lately he wanted it both ways and struggled with the absurdity of that. It wasn't fair to confuse her. But he was confused all the time.
"Katherine," he said, feeling bad about the way this evening started out. "I know I'm confusing you. I've allowed you to share my bed, I'm here during an undesignated time for us, and I've been allowing you to touch me more. All of these things I didn't allow in the beginning, but they are all part of our journey."
He was lying not only to her, but to himself as well, because he didn't believe any of this shit he was spewing. He knew the dynamics of their arrangement had changed, but there was no way she could recognize that. She'd never been in this predicament before. She followed his lead, so he could spin this anyway he wanted to.
"As we grow as Dominant and submissive, so will our feelings." Her face lit up over that statement and he knew he needed to change where he was headed. "It's only natural that we'd want more, and that's why I'm here. Weekend play doesn't seem to be enough anymore. I want to explore other options."
"Whatever you think is best for us, Master," she said quietly. "I'm here to submit to your will."
Exactly, he thought. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend. She wanted a Dom, and he shouldn't be here proclaiming his feelings or intentions. Fuck. He didn't know how he felt, so how could he tell her? It wasn't too late. He could get them back to where they needed to be.
"It was probably wrong of me to show up here," he said. "We should have discussed this during the weekend, but I was eager to see you."
She smiled.
"I respect our contract," he continued. "So, you would be well within your rights to ask me to leave. You'd face no consequences."
"I don't want you to leave," she blurted out.
"Would you be willing to make time for me one night during the week?" he asked, already knowing that she would.
"Yes, Master I'd be more than willing."
"Hmm." He leaned into her and tugged her bottom lip with his teeth. She climbed out of his lap, causing him to look at her questioningly.
She pulled her tank top over her head and then slipped her pajama bottoms down her hips and off her body, showing him exactly what she wanted. She was standing completely naked in front of him, offering herself to him. It was beautiful.
He settled back in the chair and unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. Reaching down his pants, he pulled out his more than ready cock.
She slowly licked her lips and then swallowed hard. He smiled because she wanted him to fill her mouth, but he had a few other ideas.
"Touch yourself for me," he whispered as he stroked his cock.
She leisurely moved her hand up her bare stomach and to her breast, cupping it in her palm as she twirled her thumb over her nipple. As she continued to pleasure her nipple, she moved her other hand to her pussy, tracing her finger lightly over her mound before inserting it into her wet folds. She closed her eyes and dropped her head forward causing her long, dark hair to fall over her tits, but he could still see her fingers working her nipple.
He continued to stroke his cock in time with her finger slipping in and out of her hot little cunt, but when she let out a small moan he knew he had to take over.
"Come here," he demanded.
She walked over to him, and he grabbed her wrist and sucked her juices from the finger that had been inside her.
"I want more," he moaned. He may have been talking about more than tasting her, but he couldn't admit that.
"I'll give you whatever you want."
She dipped her finger back inside her juicy pussy and moved it in and out a few times before bringing it to his lips again. She smeared her nectar across his lips and then pushed her finger inside his waiting mouth. He sucked her finger clean.
She was breathing heavily as she glanced down at his cock.
"Just a little lick," he said as he pushed her head between his legs. "I have to get inside you."
She flattened her tongue against the front of his dick and gave it one long lick before swirling it over the tip, making sure she cleaned up the fluid that had gathered there.
"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled on her hair.
"How may I serve you, Master?" she asked as she kissed her way up his stomach and straddled his lap.
He slipped his hands under her ass and pressed his finger at her tight opening. He noticed she didn't squirm away from his touch. He experimented a little more as he ran his finger over it and then applied some pressure this time. She shifted a bit as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her while he let his finger explore her entrance.
"Hmm, Master," she murmured.
"Yes?" He rolled his hips against her naked center.
"I've been thinking about that hard limit," she whispered as she sunk down lower into his finger.
"And?"
"I want to try it," she moaned against his lips. "I want you to fuck my ass."
Her words threw him over the edge. She rarely ever spoke like that unprovoked and he found it was a major turn on. He flipped her on her back, pulled his pants off, and slipped in between her legs. He quickly spread her thighs open, threw her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her.
"Oh!" She screamed, clutching the cushions of the loveseat as he slammed in and out of her. The thought of finally being able to take her ass was too much to handle.
"I love fucking you," he moaned. "Fuck!"
He reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them and then pinching her nipples as he relentlessly slammed into her.