When he remained still, I took the riding bat in my free hand and brought it between his legs to smack his balls. He groaned as he dug his elbows into the bench’s cushion. Just as I pulled back the crop to hit him again, he slid his feet apart, widening his legs. “Good boy.”
Dipping my hand between his legs, I pressed the vibrator against his perineum. This time when he groaned, it was with pleasure, not pain. As I increased the pressure on the sensitive skin between his balls and anus, his hips gyrated against the bench. “That’s not so bad, is it?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Say it again,” I commanded when his response was barely a murmur.
“It’s not bad, Mistress,” William replied clearly this time.
I began to rub the vibrator back and forth, speeding it up and then slowing it down. When I pressed against his anus, his buttocks clenched. “Easy now. I wouldn’t dare try to do anything without lube.”
When he began to relax, I rolled the vibrator against his balls. With one hand I held the vibrator in place while I used the other to smack his back with the riding bat. His hips began to buck harder against the bench.
His legs began trembling as he grew closer to the edge. Ready to give him relief, I stilled the bat. Leaning over, I pressed my lips against his ear. “Come for me, William,” I commanded.
As his movements quickened, his thighs slapped against the leather bench. He threw his head back with a loud groan, his eyes pinched shut in ecstasy. The tendons in his neck strained as the muscles in his arms bulged as he pulled against the restraint. His body shuddered as his release spilled onto the floor.
He was so beautiful when he came—the look of absolute bliss and abandon. The way he experienced his release throughout his entire body. There was a slight power trip in the fact that I had helped him achieve it.
When he was finished, I untied him from the bench and then the wrists. “Stand up.” He slid his chest off the bench, putting all his weight on his feet. Taking his right arm in my hand, I massaged my fingers deep into his muscles. “Feeling coming back?”
“Yes. Thank you, Mistress.”
After working on his other arm, he dropped down to his knees to reverently kiss the tops of my boots. Unlike Owen, he didn’t work his way up my legs. Keeping his head bowed, he asked, “Mistress, will you give me the honor of pleasuring you?”
“No.”
“But why?”
I swept my hands to my hips. “Are you being insubordinate with me?”
“No, Mistress. I just wish you would consider my offer.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I want to please you. I want to make you come as hard as you made me.”
“Sorry. The answer is still no,” I replied as I took the rope over to the sink to be disinfected.
When I turned around, surprised filled me at the sight of William on his feet again. His gaze still remained averted from mine. “Look at me,” I ordered.
He raised his eyes to stare at me full on as I walked back over to him. Although he was trying to mask it, I could tell he was hurt by my refusal. “I want you to understand that it’s not you—that you did something that displeased me. I don’t receive pleasure from any of my subs.”
“You should,” he insisted.
Cocking my head at him, I said, “You should remember how to talk to your Mistress.”
Instead of appearing apologetic, he took a step forward. “May I at least kiss you?”
As I gazed at his earnest expression, I didn’t see what it could hurt. “Fine. A kiss and then you go on your merry little way.” I poked a finger into his breastbone. “And you tip me well.”
William smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”
I stood toe to toe with William and tilted my chin. “Kiss me,” I instructed.
He dipped his head, and he closed his eyes. At the slight brush of his lips against mine, a shiver of anticipation shot down my spine. I felt like I was thirteen again with a boulder of anxiety in my stomach as the boy I liked kissed me behind our barn. When he deepened the kiss, he brought his arms around me, molding me to him. The kiss was everything—passionate, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.
Needing more, I sucked his tongue inside my mouth. The moment I gave him the green light, a switch flipped inside William. The reverent way his mouth had worshipped mine was replaced with a desperate conquering. His tongue battled along with mine, sucking, licking, devouring. An ache began to build between my thighs, and I pressed my hips against William’s.
His hand left the small of my back to wrap around my braid. He tugged on it, pulling me back to look at him. No sub had ever touched me without permission, least of all do something so forceful. “Please, Mistress. I want to taste every part you, not just your mouth.”
Breathless from our exertions, it took me a moment to find my voice. “I told you I don’t do that.”
“Why should you deny yourself?”
Staring into his handsome face, I wondered the same thing. All these years, I’d never taken any pleasure for myself. There had been subs I’d been attracted to like Owen. Not all of them were interested in reciprocating pleasure, but many were. And I told them all no.
As I stood molded against William’s warm, overpowering body like a second flesh, I didn’t want to argue anymore. I wanted to let go. I was a twenty-four-year-woman who had pretty much sacrificed her life for work, school, and her family. I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm hadn’t come from a vibrating device.
Dipping his head, William’s breath was warm against my ear. “Please let me make you come.”
At the thought of what his mouth could do to my pussy, I whispered, “Yes.”
He pulled back to stare at me. “Yes?”
I drew my shoulders back and this time gave a firm, “Yes.”
A genuine smile lit up his face. “Thank you.” He glanced around the dungeon. “Where?”
“Right here.”
William’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable on a queening stool?”
“Right here,” I repeated, jabbing my finger at the ground for emphasis.
“Yes, Mistress.”
He knelt before me. Placing his hands on my calves, his fingers slid slowly up my boots and onto my thighs. I sucked in a breath at the feel of his warm palms on my exposed skin. They ventured farther underneath my dress. His fingertips pressed into my hips as he gripped the material of my thong. He eased the lace slowly down my thighs and boots. When the thong reached the floor, I carefully stepped out of it.
When he rose off his knees, I stared at him in surprise. Before I could protest, he swept me up in his arms. “I said here.”
“Trust me.”
“You’re disobeying me. I should make you stop right now,” I growled.
“But it’s for your pleasure.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Being disobeyed doesn’t get me off, subbie.”
He eased me down onto my feet in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. “You don’t seriously expect to tie me up?”
“Of course not. I just wanted you to have something to lean back against to steady yourself.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirked at him. “You think pretty highly of your talents.”
He didn’t appear the least bit apologetic. In fact, he held a gleam of self-assurance. “You can let me know if I did well afterward.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“Tell what to do, Mistress. This is all about you.” I could have him go straight to the main course by having him go down on me, but I wanted more. I needed to feel his hands on me.
“Touch my breasts.”
He quickly obliged by delving into my corset and cupping my breasts in his large hands. He weighed them in his palms, tenderly and reverently before squeezing them. At my intake of breath, he looked at me to gage what I was thinking. “Harder.”
He fingers pressed into the flesh, causing my nipples to pebble. Without being told, he rolled them between his fingers, making them grow harder.
“Put your mouth on them,” I ordered.
Keeping his eyes on mine, William removed his hands from my breasts and untied the ribbon holding the front of my dress together. He tugged the ribbon through the holes, sending the dress gaping open and freeing my breasts. With a moan, he dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. As his lips tugged and pulled against the hardened point, wetness began to pool between my legs. I spread my fingers through the mop of hair at the top of his head. I yanked the strands, causing my nipple to pop free of his mouth. I then dragged his head over to my other breast for him to give it the same attention. This time he grazed my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan.
Although I could have prolonged his attention at my breasts, I brought my hands to his shoulders and eased him down. He began to roll the skirt of my dress up inch by inch sending much needed cool air to my inflamed core. I stared down at him, my naked breasts bouncing slightly with my heaving breaths. I fought the urge to grab him by the hair and shove his face between my legs. I didn’t know whether he was consciously or subconsciously paying me back for the anticipation I’d put him through.
When my skirt finally reached above my hips, William sat back. “So beautiful,” he murmured, before leaning in to place a tender kiss at the top of my pussy. He continued his assault of butterfly kisses over to the crease of my thigh and then he worked his way back again.