“Nice move. I will definitely make it to a couple of those just to prove I exist and you’re mine. I love you, Bridget. You might run when you meet my parents, but it’s once a year, tops. We’ll have our own life here.”
He’d actually managed to get out the words even though he buried them between a lot of other stuff.
“You parents can’t scare me off. I love you, Master.”
Chapter Seven
Master… The woman knew how to cut through the chitchat and stake her claim. The fact that it went straight through him in a rush of power, honor and responsibility told him it was right. Her trusting fingers unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his skin proved to him it was real.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
He expected an eye roll, but instead, she stepped back and proceeded to undress slowly. Her nylons were thigh high and black. Her bra was black lace with silver trim and her panties matched but barely covered anything. When she set her hair free and moved closer, he almost grabbed her that second.
She kissed his lips softly and trailed down his neck and stomach until she knelt before him and nuzzled his cock through his pants. He stepped back, and she bowed her head and clasped her hands together at the small of her back. “I’m sure, Master.”
The word hit him hard again. “I should make you crawl in there.”
The smart sub didn’t move a muscle.
He closed in, towering over her. “Finish undressing me.”
Her hands flew to his belt, opening it and his fly eagerly. Then she slid off his shoes and socks before tugging his briefs down. He stepped out of the clothes and watched her fold them while she stared at his cock.
“Stand up,” he said.
She stood, and he walked around her. As he made a second pass, he stopped behind her and cupped her ass cheeks. Not a bit of pink on them. He hugged her from behind and felt her relax against him.
“I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry. I swear it won’t happen again.” He inhaled her scent of soap and sweaters mixed with a touch of arousal.
“We had to work out our regular relationship. This was never our problem.” She rested her head back on his shoulder.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. The smile on her face thrilled him, but they were just getting started tonight. He dropped her on the bed and grabbed the handcuffs. Like a good sub, she lay perfectly still as he cuffed her hands behind her back. He grabbed some nylon rope and wound it around her ankles then he loosely bound her knees. He caught her watching him and smacked her ass.
His cock throbbed at her soft moans as he gently squeezed and spanked her rear. He wanted her very sensitive and aware. “Want it?”
“Yes, please Master,” she said.
He went to his closet and returned with an old tie and a flexible riding crop. Her eyes widened.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“With all my heart,” she said, while boldly looking him in the eye.
“Good.” They’d never be as strict or impressive as some of the club couples he’d seen. That’s not what they wanted or needed.
He covered her eyes and tied it at the back of her head before kissing her slowly. Running the crop along her side and over her ass, he took the kiss deeper. He brought the instrument up to gently tap her breasts and saw her back arch.
She liked the feel of the leather. No doubt. He’d wanted to make sure she was aware of the weight and size before they got started. Fucking her mouth with his tongue, he had her shifting on the bed as he rubbed the tool’s tip to her slit.
“Don’t move. Stay on your side just like that. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
“Tell me your safe word.”
“‘Halt’.”
“You understand I expect you to use it the second you’re not comfortable.”
“Yes, Master.” Her body tensed as if he might go too far.
“I won’t damage your body in any way. I’d never break the skin or your trust. But your tolerance and love of spankings is more than I’ve dealt with. Trust your instincts to use the safe word and trust me.” He stroked her hair.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He kissed her. “I love you, too.” He saw the tremble in her body, and she kissed him more.
Not moving, he stayed near her head to see her every expression. He tapped her with the crop. It took several hits to even get a moan from her. His cock pulsed as he struck her, and she smiled then her mouth opened in a gasp. So beautiful and vulnerable. All his.
He leaned over and kissed her ass. Inspecting the pink patches, he teased them with his finger and tongued them. Smacking around the perimeter of one cheek, he watched her tremble and relax as she anticipated the next tap.