Can't Get Enough (20 page)

Entering the building, I nod toward the front desk. The concierge knows me and waves me on. The air is quiet. It is early yet, and most of the patrons will find their way here after dark. This is the way I like it.

Making my way to the elevator, I struggle to calm my breathing and my mind. My heels click on the marble floor as I make my way to room 304. The Black Room. I knock once and enter, eyes downcast. This suite is different from most of the others. It is a playroom with implements of my Sir's design. Here I can embrace the passion that burns my soul. My pale white flesh will be stretched out against the black leather of his world and I ache, waiting for his touch.

The room is simple. A four-poster bed surrounded with white sheers and sheets of the finest Egyptian cotton. A black-leather spanking bench resides at the end of the bed and a rack of implements is hung on the wall next to the door. It is a room of extremes. Pain and pleasure; both sides of the same coin. The toy box with secret surprises rests in the far corner. A dresser and a chair are near where I stand at the door. The wood on all
the furniture is a dark cherry color, giving the room a masculine feel.

His presence overwhelms me as I see him standing against the bed, and I swallow. The anticipation of the last few days without him builds to a fever in my blood. I want to crawl across the floor and lay myself at his feet. Trembling, I steady my breathing and turn to him.

“Sir.” I ease to my knees in submission, setting my purse on the floor beside me.

“You are late.” His voice is velvet steel.

“Yes, Sir.” I hear the brush of his slacks as he approaches. My heart leaps to my throat, and I have to rein in the desire that floods my body.

“Stand up, brat.”

I rise, eyes lowered.

Sir's fingers stroke my cheek and trail down to tilt my chin upward. My eyes meet his in startled surprise. He draws me toward him and brushes his lips across mine. He tangles his fist in my hair and yanks my head back with enough force to bring tears to my eyes. His teeth nip at the base of my throat. He turns my head and buries his face in my hair.

“Undress for me, Linnet.” The way he whispers my name in my ear makes my core quiver.

He steps back from me and watches me with hooded eyes darkened with desire.

My hands fumble with the buttons of my jeans, and I stumble as I start to kick off my heels.

“No. The blouse first.” His eyes burn and hold me in place.

“Yes, Sir.”

I shrug off the blazer and drape it over a chair to the left of me. I slowly unbutton the light blouse, letting my fingers linger deliberately on each button, and it slides down my arms in a
flash of satin and lands on the chair.

“Now the bra.” His voice is uncompromising, yet gentle.

I close my eyes and reach behind my back to unclasp it. The cups fall free and I let it drift onto the pile of clothes, forgotten. My nipples harden as the cool air from the room hits them. Shuddering, I remove my shoes, setting them next to the chair. Reaching for the zipper of my jeans, I meet his eyes for a moment and he nods. Sliding the zipper slowly, I ease out of the jeans, making sure I turn my ass toward him so he can see what I am unwrapping, just for him. Desire explodes behind his eyes like a chemical reaction. He moves backward toward the bed, eyes never leaving my body.

Naked except for a thin wisp of panties, I turn and face him.

“Panties, Linnet.”

“Yes, Sir.” I hook my thumbs in the delicate fabric and ease them down, tossing them with my other clothes.

“Present yourself.
Now
.” His voice is gruff, and I can tell his lust for me has grown by the rasp of his voice.

My moist center has coated the inside of my thighs and I know he is aware of my arousal as I kneel. My knees are apart, shoulders back and breasts thrust forward. My eyes are lowered, but I can still see him stand. My essence is permeating the air.

“Why were you late?” His voice burns into me.

“There was a meeting, Sir.”

“What kind of meeting?”

“It was of no consequence, Sir.”

“Come here.”

I rise and walk to where he is standing, next to the four-poster bed. It is large, with imposing wooden beams laden with rings perfect for being bound.

“Be on time.” He moves behind me and I can feel the brush of his erection against my ass. He slaps me hard on the left
cheek.

“That was for testing me.”

I shiver in delight as his hands caress my breasts. Suddenly, he stops and grabs my wrists and holds them upward against the post at the foot of the bed. He binds me with red ribbon and brushes the back of my neck with his lips. My pussy begins to weep in earnest, longing for his touch.

I can hear him moving away and the snick of a drawer shutting. He has me tethered to the bed facing away from the toy chest, and I feel my pulse race with all of the possibilities. If I move my head, he will be angry, so I keep still, waiting.

“Close your eyes.”

I feel something warm and soft brushing over my face and eyes.

“You will wear the blindfold today, Linnet.”

“Yes, Sir.” I squirm, waiting for what will come next.

“Brace your legs apart.” His voice is firm. “Hold still. You will count for me. Each strike.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

The first crack of the paddle brings tears to my eyes.

“One…” I whimper.

“One, what?”

“One, Sir.”

“Thank you, Linnet. Only five more.”

The burn of the first strike flares across my asscheek and as the second one hits, I yelp.

“Two, Sir.” My voice wobbles.

The third crack sets my teeth on edge and I let my head fall forward.

“Three, Sir.”

He caresses my burning asscheeks, and I can hear him chuckling to himself.

“Oh my Linnet. Only three more.”

He smacks me hard on each cheek, barely giving me time to count them out.

“Four, no five, Sir!” My head whips up, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but I am surprised by the quick pops against my flesh.

The final strike stings like fire as he gives it all he has, and I let out a moan.

“Six, Sir…”

He gathers me into his arms and rips the blindfold from my eyes. Untying the ribbon binding me to the bed, he kneels down and kisses the tender redness of my ass, rubbing his hands along the warmed flesh. As he stands, I can feel his hard body press against me, and his arousal hard against my soft flesh.

Fuck me! Fuck me now!

“Come here, my dove.” His arms surround me and draw me into his embrace. He is not done with me yet.

“I am sorry for being late, Sir.” The warmth of him makes my pain recede, but the need to have him inside me is an inferno.

“Yes. I believe you are. Kneel.”

I kneel in front of him as he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants slide down his hips. Removing his shoes, he divests himself of the rest of his clothes. His erection bobs in front of him and I feel my own juices begin to run sticky down my thighs, just looking at his large cock. He steps back in front of me and the musky smell of him invades my senses.

“May I, Sir?”

“You may.”

I smile, and I crawl into place and take him in my mouth. The salty smoothness of him has me moaning, and I let my tongue wander around the familiar head of his cock and underneath, where it is the most sensitive. Sir sucks in his breath hard as I
lick and suck along his thick shaft. His hands fist in my hair and I freeze in place as he begins to thrust his cock into my mouth. Opening wide and letting him in deeper and deeper had taken me months to master. He pulls hard on my hair, fisting it, and fucks my mouth hard. Desire pools in my center as he climaxes, and I taste the bitter tang of his cum as his cock spurts warm heat into my mouth and down my throat.

“Linnet.” He whispers, smoothing my hair and helping me to my feet. “Come.”

He sits me down on the bed. Placing himself between my legs, he pushes me back into a lying position with my feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He teases a finger into my moist folds and thrusts deeply. I arch my back as he eases yet another finger inside of me, thumbing my clit as he pummels my greedy pussy with his fingers.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh yes, please, Sir!”

Sir kisses me on the thigh and eases my legs wider apart. My ass stings from the paddle, but as always, the pain and pleasure only make me wetter. Sir eases my body over so I am facedown on the bed now, with my ass in the air. He stands behind me and his now erect cock trails between my asscheeks, and I feel my body quiver in anticipation.

“Open for me, Linnet.” His finger again finds its way into my pussy and is coated with my own juices; he gingerly runs it along the satiny opening of my puckered star. I tilt my ass up toward him, spreading my legs, moaning as he inserts his finger just a little deeper and withdraws. He goes over to the table for a moment, and I can hear him playing in the toy box, getting ready to surprise me with a treat.

He returns, and I feel the brush of something small and cold.

“Are you ready, my dear?”

He squirts some lubricant against my tight rosette and works it in with his finger. Deeper and deeper he delves, widening me and making me moan with pent-up desire.

“Oh, yes Sir.
Please
, Sir.” I breathe, opening my legs wider and willing myself to relax. My skin prickles with the heat of his touch.

Sir's fingers brush along my ass and then I feel the cold touch of my favorite silicone butt plug as he carefully inserts its lubricated shape into my rectum. It is small, but as it eases in and falls into place, my insides clench.

His cock brushes the entrance to my pussy, and he thrusts inside of me to the hilt. I moan at the feeling of fullness and close my eyes. He moves, the friction between him and the plug making my breath hitch in my throat.

He fucks me harder and harder. Smacking me on the sore part of my ass, he pulls out and brutally thrusts back into me.

I lose myself.

“Harder
,
Sir!”
I scream.
“Fuck me!”

“My, my, subbie.” He growls in my ear and reaches beneath me to finger my clit. “Aren't we being a brat today.”

He plays with my engorged nub and coaxes me into a screaming, panting fit. I am close.

“Do not come.”

“Please, Sir. I can't hold it.”

“
No
.” He grabs me by the hips and plows into me with his cock, each thrust hitting the plug as my body begins to radiate with liquid fire, hurtling me to a point of no return.

“Come now!” His body tightens and I can feel the warmth of him as he erupts within me.

My orgasm comes in an explosion of fiery sensation leaving me a quivering mass beneath him. My pussy clenches around
his cock, spasming with aftershocks.

Withdrawing carefully, his fingers trail down my body, lingering on my ass.

“You will leave this in until you get home tonight.” He pulls me into his arms.

“Yes, Sir.” I smile and let myself be tucked against him, replete.

“Ah, Linnet.” His lips brush my brow and he eases me into a sitting position. Reaching into a bag on the table, he withdraws a box and presents it to me, wrapped with a red ribbon.

“My lovely sub. Will you do me the honor?” His eyes brimming with tears hold tenderness and passion.

I open the box and within it is a collar. Black leather tooled to resemble lace with silver fittings. Tears wink in the corners of my eyes, and I look up at him with love. He is the center of my world.

“Oh yes, Sir.” Joy bubbles in my voice and no doubt shines from my eyes.

“Here. Let me.” He takes it out of the box and fits it around my neck. His elegant fingers brush against my naked flesh.

“Thank you, Sir.”

His eyes meet mine, all seriousness.

“Linnet. This is more than two hours a week. I want you to consider a full 24/7 lifestyle. Can you do that?”

“There is nothing to consider, Sir.” I move from where I am sitting and lean into him, letting my bratty side out one more time before I cage it permanently. My collar burns bright against my flesh, as I brush his lips with mine and smile into his eyes.

“Master.”

You might not notice me as I walk home, a secret smile on my face. If you did, you might wonder why a woman who was
dressed so conservatively was wearing a leather collar in broad daylight. No one would suspect that the confident businesswoman striding down the sidewalk is in fact a collared submissive. I blend in. Just like anyone else. The butt plug sends little shivers into my well-used pussy. Already I can feel the heat building up between my thighs. Sir is now my Master. My waiting is over.