Subordination:Chronicles of a Domme(20)

His brows popped up in surprise. “I do?”

“Yes, you do.”

I slid the sheet down to his knees. His erection lay back against his stomach, stretching almost to his navel. William’s gaze came to mine as he awaited my instruction.

“Lick your hand,” I instructed.

William brought his right hand to his mouth. Instead of licking, he spat twice. Reaching between his legs, I took his sac in my hand. When I squeezed his balls between my fingers, William sucked in a harsh breath. “You didn’t do as I told you, did you?”

His eyes flared. “No, Mistress.”

When I released his balls, a small sigh of relief came from his lips. “Now lick your hand like I told you to.”

William flattened his tongue against his palm. Never taking his eyes off mine, he made long sweeps up to his fingers. It mirrored the way he licked me and caused me to clench my thighs.

“Stroke yourself slowly.” He slid his hand up and down over his cock from root to tip.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like it to be faster?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then do it harder.”

Closing his eyes, he quickened his pace along with his breathing. His eyes closed as he bit down on his lip. His chest rose and fell in harsh pants as his hips began to buck, pumping his dick through his hand. I grew impossibly wet just watching him pleasure himself.

Suddenly he stopped, and he started to reach for one of the condoms on the nightstand.

I gave his backside a stinging swat. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“No. It’s just I wanted to be able to finish in you—to give you pleasure as well.”

“You’ll finish when I tell you to.”

I knew it was just an honest mistake of his and not him being defiant. Considering how I kept taking him in and out of subspace, it was bound to happen. The truth was I had no idea how to Domme with sex. I could Domme all day long when it was just about the client’s release. But now it was about me partnering with someone, and that fucked with my head. Although I wasn’t hearing any complaints from William, I did need to work on disciplining myself.

“Go ahead and put on the condom.”

After William sheathed his erection, I widened my thighs and brought my hand between them. I began to stroke myself as I watched William. At the sight of me touching myself, he groaned. In a strained voice, he uttered, “You’re killing me, Mistress.”

“You wish this was your hand touching me?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Then touch me.”

With a growl, William’s hand once again abandoned his cock. He flipped over onto his side before bringing his hand between my legs. He immediately thrust two fingers deep inside me, causing me to gasp. As he began to pump his fingers in and out of me, he brought his lips to mine. His tongue began to mimic his fingers. It wasn’t long before I began to go over the edge. My walls clenched around his fingers as I cried out and gripped his shoulders.

William removed his fingers. When he started to climb on top of me, I stopped him. “So eager,” I mused. “I want you to take me from behind.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Shifting in the bed, I got on all fours. I swayed my ass provocatively at William. “Get inside me. Now.”

He didn’t respond to me vocally. Instead, he slammed into me, his thighs smacking against mine.

“Pull my hair,” I commanded hoarsely.

He grabbed a handful of strands and wrapped them around his fingers. He then jerked my head back as hard as his cock drilled me. I was already a little sore from last night, but I knew after this, I would be remembering William the rest of the day. Hell, the rest of the week. I gripped the sheets between my fingers, pushing my hips back against his. We both grunted like animals as we sought release.

William reached between us to squeeze my clit, and it was my undoing. I buried my face in the mattress and screamed through my orgasm. William followed shortly after me, collapsing onto my back. “I’m sorry I came without permission,” he murmured against my skin.

“It’s okay. I didn’t tell you had to wait. I’m sure all of this is confusing as hell to you when you’re used to a D/s relationship.”

He kissed along my spine. “I’m enjoying it, Mistress.”

“Me, too.” Glancing at him over my shoulder, I said, “I think we both could use a shower, don’t you think?”

“I agree.”

When William eased out of me, I winced. “Are you okay, Mistress?” he asked.

“It’s all your giant cock’s fault.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry.”

Facing him, I smiled. “Nothing to apologize for. You ravaged your Mistress’s pussy just like she wanted.”

After rising out of the bed, William reached out for my hand. The sweetness of the gesture shot straight to my heart. Having someone always putting you and your needs first was the only thing very appealing to me about a D/s relationship. It was the average behavior of a gentleman, but they were so hard to come by these days.

After testing the water, William motioned for me to get in. I moaned when the hot spray scorched against my skin. “Too hot?” William asked as he got in behind me.

“Just right.”

“Good.” He grabbed the bottle of his body wash and squirted some onto his fingers. “If you don’t mind smelling like a man, I can wash you.”

I laughed. “I like the way you smell.”

After switching places with me, William began to lather me up, starting with my breasts. He massaged them in his hands while his thumbs flicked over my hardening nipples. Once he felt like they were clean enough, he began to wash my abdomen. My breath hitched when a soapy hand went between my thighs. “Are you trying to start something up?”

“Maybe.” He dipped his head to kiss me. “Want me to finish it by finishing you?”

Never one to say no to an orgasm, I replied, “Yes.”

William’s masterful fingers began to work their magic on my pussy. I leaned back against the shower stall and widened my legs. My thrust in time with his plunging fingers. Closing my eyes, I gripped his shoulders as I started to go over the edge. “William!” I cried.

“I love hearing my name on your lips when you come,” he murmured into my ear.

Trying to avoid the sentimentality of the moment, I slid down the shower stall and onto my knees. I took his half-mast cock into my hands. A few pumps through my slick hands brought it to life. I swirled my tongue around the head before sucking him deep into my mouth. And I thrust him in and out, alternating between fast and slow strokes for a few minutes.

“I’m going to come, Mistress,” he panted.

Ignoring his warning, I kept on bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I didn’t care if he came in my mouth—I knew the club had strict rules about STD testing. Members had to undergo on site testing every three months to ensure they were safe for play.

“Mistress?” he questioned, giving me one last chance to pull away.

“Come,” I murmured around the head of his shaft.

With a grunt of pleasure, he came hard, his warmth spurting onto my tongue and filling my mouth. When he was finished, I rose off my knees. Wrapping his hands on both sides of my neck, he kissed me deeply. He pulled away and smiled. “Thank you, Mistress.”

I knew in sub world I had done something pretty special by allowing him to come in my mouth. I had no regrets. “You’re welcome. Now let’s get out of here before we both turn into prunes.”

William laughed as he opened the shower door. He grabbed one of the large towels and began to dry me. Once again, I found myself enjoying the whole being cared for and being put first aspect of a D/s relationship. Or maybe it was just because it was William.

He suddenly stilled in drying me off. His expression became so serious it was almost forlorn. “What happens now?” he questioned.

“Well, we get dressed and get out of here before check-out time.”

He pinched my ass. “That’s not what I meant.”

“And that’s not proper sub behavior.”

“Then promise to punish me. Next time.”

I shook my head. “You know I’m not working at the club anymore.”

“You don’t have to punish me at the club. You can punish me at any hotel chain you prefer. And if my grandparents aren’t in town, you can spank me all over the penthouse.” When I opened my mouth to protest about Atlanta being too far away, he pressed his finger against my lips. “I’ll come to you—regardless the distance.” He rubbed his thumb tenderly across my cheekbone. “I don’t want just to be with you sexually again, Sophie. I want to see where this could go long term.”

“Are we really having a relationship conversation when we’re buck naked?”

“Considering the way we met, it makes sense,” William replied, with a small smile.

“This is impossible—we’re impossible. You want a D/s relationship, and I don’t. I think that it’s pretty evident we’re at an impasse. The whole Robert Frost ‘two roads diverged in a wood’ thing except I have to go one way, and you the other.”

“And why?”

“Because I’m not a Domme.”

“You were pretty fucking good last night and this morning.”