She gasped at his speed, but now he was anxious to get this done. He didn't know what it was about her, but he was always afraid she'd change her mind.
He reached for her boot and slowly slid it off her leg. "These are very sexy and maybe later, I'll fuck you with them on."
A smile graced her lips, and he wondered if she was thinking about the first time they had sex. He personally couldn't stop thinking about it all week.
He reached for the other boot and pulled that one off too before spreading her knees and positioning himself in between them. He figured he'd make the collaring as ceremoniously as he could. He ran his hands up her inner thighs and over the thin lace of her panties.
"Your skin is so soft," he whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips against her neck just below her ear. He trailed up to her ear and swirled his tongue inside it while he let his fingers slip inside her panties.
"Hmm," she breathed out, throwing her head back and gripping his shoulders.
"From now on," he mumbled against her ear, "leave these in the foyer too." He tugged on her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them on the floor.
Yes, Sir," she whispered.
Her body responded to him so easily, and he knew he could mold her into anything he wanted her to be. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, but he grabbed her hands and pushed them away, shaking his head. She looked up at him, and he could see the hurt in her eyes.
"There will be times when you'll be able to touch me freely, but this is not one of them." He'd have to see to it that she learned which one of them was in charge.
She nodded.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the table, sitting down in the chair and settling himself between her thighs. He pushed her legs up so that her knees were bent and her heels were on the edge of the table. She was always so tense, but he was learning that after a few minutes of him touching her, she relaxed.
Luke could smell her arousal as he moved his lips up her thigh, stopping at her entrance. She shifted, bringing her body closer to his face. He inserted the tip of his tongue just at the opening and gave her folds a long, slow lick.
"Oh … " she moaned as her legs quivered against his shoulders.
He continued to leisurely lick her as he inserted his fingers, working her in rhythm with his tongue. His dick was so hard he had to shift in his seat to try and find some relief, but he wanted this to be about her. He wanted to show her that he was capable of bringing her pleasure without expecting anything in return.
"I...oh … " She clinched her thighs together, and he could tell from the way she was squirming and moaning that she was going to come, so he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit down, causing her to explode around his tongue.
She tasted incredible. He lapped up her juices for a few seconds before kissing his way down her leg, lingering at her ankle placing his collar on her. She sat up on her elbows and watched as he sealed their agreement. For the first time, she was smiling for him.
"You belong to me and only me," he said as he stared into her eyes. "You'll now refer to me as your Master."
"Thank you, Master," she shyly responded. "I won't take it off."
"Very good," he said. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Master," she answered. "But I'd be more than happy to pleasure you the way you just did me."
"I appreciate that." He helped her off the table and pulled her skirt back into place. "There's dinner in the kitchen, so please help yourself. When you're finished, you may shower and then you can stay in your bedroom or watch TV in the family room."
"Master? Are we not going to be together tonight?"
"This is not a room where you may ask me questions, but I'll make an exception tonight. If I require your services, I'll come find you," he said, but he could see the disappointment in her eyes. He took her face in his hands. "Katherine, we have all weekend, so it's probably wise to pace ourselves."
"Yes, Master." She lowered her head and then bent down to pick up her boots. And now that she'd said she would reconsider anal sex as a hard limit, all he could think about was shoving his cock inside her tight hole.
Patience, he thought. Wasn't it some sort of virtue?
He watched as she exited the room and walked toward the kitchen. The pacing speech was more for him than it was her, because if he had his way, they'd never leave the bed this weekend. No woman, sub or otherwise, had ever affected him this way before and he'd be damned if she'd make him lose one ounce of his famous control.
* * * *
As far as first weekends went, this one had been pretty successful. Luke hadn't required her services much, because he wanted to ease her into his world. He found he had a hard time keeping his hands off her, so he tried to limit their contact. They went into the playroom again on Saturday evening and he introduced her to some of the items they'd be using over the next few weeks. He wanted her to become familiar with her new surroundings and get used to the idea of serving him every weekend.
He was a little disappointed when Sunday rolled around and she was getting ready to leave. He walked her to the foyer and placed her overnight bag by the door.
"You may want to consider leaving some things here," he said. "It might be easier."
"Okay."
"I'll pick up some clothes for you this week." His personal assistant was very discreet and loved to shop for him, especially when he told her to add a few designer items to her own wardrobe.
"You don't have to do that."
"I know I don't have to."
"Yes, Master," she shyly responded.
"I'll see you back here next Friday?" he asked, hoping she didn't change her mind.
"Yes." She smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."
He was too, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her that. He was in control, and it had to stay that way if this was going to work.
"You know you can call or text me anytime throughout the week," he reminded her. "If you have questions or concerns."
He hoped she'd call.
"I'll check in with you on Wednesday night," he told her. "What would be a good time to call?"
"Around nine. I'll be home by then and getting ready for bed."
"Okay." He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for serving me this weekend."
"It was my pleasure, Master." She smiled before picking up her bag and heading out to her old truck.
He watched as she got in and pulled away. She was an interesting creature, and the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to learn about her. While he'd always been interested in his subs before, he never had the desire to really get to know them once they left his house.
He wanted to know everything about Katherine, and that concerned him. There was a reason he participated in this type of relationship. It was satisfying, fulfilling, and rarely complicated. He just hoped that wasn't about to change.
Chapter 5
Punctuality …
It had been a cold, damp, rainy Friday. Katherine had a busy day at work and left the office much later than she wanted. When she managed to get to her truck, it wouldn't start.
"Not now!" She looked at her watch. Being late to Luke's house wasn't an option. After a few turns of the key, the old girl roared to life. Kat smiled at her faithful friend and sent a silent thanks to the God watching over her.
She merged onto the road and headed for his house. Sadly, being on time just wasn't meant to be. She pulled into his driveway and ran to the door. She quietly opened it and found him standing in the foyer, waiting for her. He'd never done that before.
She removed her coat and shoes and placed them in the closet as he had instructed her to do. All the while she could feel his eyes on her.
"You've violated our contract," he simply stated in that low, commanding tone.
She looked at her watch.
6:04 … four minutes late.
"The roads were really slow due to the weather, and my truck wouldn't start, and I left later than I should have."
"Stop!" He held up his hand. "Do I look like a man who deals with excuses?"
"No, Master," she whispered as she lowered her head.
"It's insulting that you would offer me any. I expect you here at six."
He stepped toward her and pushed the damp hair from her face, causing her to flinch. At times, she still couldn't help but be afraid of him. He looked her over. Her clothes were wet and she was frazzled, but she stood there and waited for him to address her late arrival.