Love and History (10 page)

“I love you,” she said.

“I meant what else do you want sexually?”

“So many things with you.” She hugged him tight and felt a twinge of pain as her nipples met his hard chest and rough chest hair.

“Anything specific? Other than the paddle, of course.” He kissed the top of her head and moved away.

Pouting, she decided to request the double. “You fucking me with that butt plug in my ass.”

He returned with a bottle of lotion and gingerly applied it. “That’s entirely doable. We could do that at work.”

“At work?” A thrill shot through her.

“We’re a couple. We both have offices. I’m not going to do anything elaborate that might give away our secret lifestyle, but you can have the plug in for a bit and I can have my way with you over lunch. Like it?”

The thrill of possibly being caught or even just using a toy at work turned her on. She nodded. “We can do it here, too. While I’m tied up and helpless. You can make me take both ways.”

“Bigger plug?” he asked.

“Maybe. Can I see your collection?” she asked.

“After dessert. Your skin is so hot. I think a little ice cream is in order.” He held out a hand.

She took it and knew neither of them would let go.

Chapter Eight

One Month Later…

Posting a commentary about bedroom Doms to his girlfriend’s site, Scott hoped the secure portal Nelson had set up worked. If Nelson could hack the blog so could others, and at Scott’s insistence, Nelson had taken over the ownership and security of it. Nelson gave better advice to readers, but Scott had done his best at the insistence of his sub.

He reread the bit about how with some basic rules, confidence, and practice a couple could play without going to a club or dungeon. Pride built up in him. She’d started this blog, but it’d grown and he was happy to contribute. He was amazed at how his life had changed in a month. He had attended his first BSDM fetish group pizza social night and had seen how Bridget beamed introducing him around. It’d certainly been worth the small talk. He’d given a few tips here and there to newer Doms.

Now, he had a live-in girlfriend who cooked, subbed and didn’t hate the Military channel as long as he sat through an Austen or Shakespeare film when she felt like it. People actually treated him a little differently at work, knowing he was in a serious relationship. He hadn’t realized he was in a shell until Bridget dragged him out of it.

She’d even entertained his father and the younger-than-Bridget woman Dad was dating when they’d blown into town. Scott was due to meet her big family over Easter. Then they’d be off to spring break. The first year would be traditional, lying on beach and playing in private.

He heard the sharp heel clicks of Bridget’s pumps coming down the hall and closed his laptop. She opened the door and ran in without even knocking. “I got it!”

Standing up in time, he caught her in a bear hug. There was only one thing that would make her this happy, except for him. “Tenure? I knew you’d do it.”

“It’s official now.” She kissed him.

He let her slide down his body and land on her feet. “We have to celebrate.”

“Fancy restaurant?” she asked.

“I was thinking a little bigger.” He opened his computer.

She sat on his desk. “We’re going away for spring break. Let’s not blow too much money. A nice dinner and some wine with you is all I need.”

“Nope, I want you all to myself for the entire weekend.”

“Done,” she said.

“Here.” He brought up a bed-and-breakfast a few towns away. “Private suites with huge four poster beds.”

“You just want to tie me to the posts. We should buy a bed like that.” She kissed him.

“Shhh, you didn’t lock the door.” He knew the department was nosy about their relationship.

“Please, normal people tie each other up for fun sometimes. Just Friday and Saturday nights so we can be back by Sunday afternoon.” She smiled.

Talking her into the weekend trip wasn’t too hard. “You’ve got tenure, relax.” He pinched her rear.

She smacked his hand. “The door is open. I’d be just as happy with a bottle of champagne and take out for dinner.”

“You’re getting that, too. Now, go tell everyone. Colleen helped you more on your paper than I did. But I’m proud of you.”

“Did you ever read the paper I published?” she asked.

He froze. “I know you gave me a copy of the publication, but I don’t where it went.”

She hopped off his desk and pinched his nipple through his dress shirt.

“Ow! I read the book for you. Fine, I’ll read it. Email it to me.”

“There will be a quiz at dinner.” She walked to the door and turned. “But you don’t have to read any more Shakespeare books to impress me.”

“I love you,” he said.

She grinned. “You still have to read all my published works. Just like I’ll read all of yours no matter how boring history is.”

“Romantic literature isn’t a thrill a minute, either,” he replied.

“Romance is very thrilling.” She walked to his desk and leaned over, showing a little cleavage that was only his to enjoy. “Why don’t I find a naughty outfit to wear for the play at the special weekend?”

“Let me pick it out. I’ll have it waiting and ready for you.”

“You know my size?” she asked.

He looked her up and down and pictured her naked. “I know what size every inch of you is.”

The blush in her cheeks as she turned and left his office told him he’d won and turned her on in the same move. He picked up the phone to make the reservation before she sent the article. Failing her quiz wasn’t an option. He might be the boss where it mattered, but he’d never let her down.

* * * *

After dinner in their suite, she waited impatiently for the game to begin. There was a garment bag he wouldn’t let her touch. Once the dishes were cleared away, Scott locked the door behind the waiter.

“Ready for fun?” he asked.

“Very ready.” Her body had been at full attention since they’d left home. The beautiful suite made her feel spoiled, but he’d put her in her place very soon.

“The outfit is in the bathroom. Come out and play the part.” He wagged a finger at her.

“Does that mean I shouldn’t call you Master during the role play?” She wanted to get it right.

“Just pretend to be what matches the outfit, and I’ll give you instruction if I want any change.”

“Be right back.” She kissed him and ducked into the bathroom.

Eagerly, she opened the bag and found less material than in one of her skirts. A glossy, black, short dress and a lace apron. The feather duster gave it away. Slutty maid. Starting with a classic. It was so Scott.

Changing quickly, she left on her thigh high black nylons but went without panties. He deserved a little surprise, too. The dress was tight enough that she even ditched the bra. Leaving her hair pulled up, she checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup looked dull, and she touched it up.

Naughty maid time! She dusted around the door and bent over to feel the dress slid up. She opened the door and found him naked on the bed playing with himself.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t realize anyone had returned. I was just cleaning.” She stared at his body but moved toward the door as a maid normally would.

“Don’t move. You’re not done cleaning.” He climbed off the bed, his erection bobbing as he walked to her. “You like watching?”

She looked away and blushed. “I have work to do. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You were watching me from the bathroom. You like peeping on your male guests?” He grabbed her wrist.

“No, Sir. I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry. It’s been so long since I’ve had any…male attention. I’m sorry I stared. What can I do to help?” She looked up at him with a grin.

“Don’t tease. I should report you to the manager.”

“I’m not teasing. Please don’t get me in trouble. I’ll do anything to make sure you’re fully satisfied with your stay.” She held the feather duster at the small of her back and stuck her breasts out. No way would she play the forced into it maid. She wanted it.

“I see.” He slid a finger into her cleavage and pulled the fabric away from her chest. “I like to play rough and no complaints.”

“What can I do to help you?” She pressed to him.

“Dust the posters on the bed. I want it to be nice and clean.” He nodded.

When she walked in that direction, he smacked her ass hard.

A thrill rippled through her, but she dusted.
Play the game.
She reached up high to get the poster. His hand connected to her ass again, and she smiled at him. “Am I doing it wrong, Sir?”

He shook his head. “Get the nightstand.”

Bending over fully, she dusted and felt her ass and cunt exposed in the short dress. Seconds later, his hands were on her rear, slapping and squeezing.

“Sir, just tell me what you want. I want all my guests to be happy.”

He opened the drawer of the stand and pulled out lube and the big black butt plug. She moaned and knew it’d be fun tonight.

“Play with your cunt,” he said.

She obeyed, rubbing gently since she was already wet. The cool lube made her shiver, but he didn’t stop. He teased her with the tip of the toy until she pushed back for more. Slowly, he worked it in and out, making her stretch then tighten up. The play wasn’t needed, but he was teasing her and she loved it.

Once the plug was in, he kept her bent over and steered her to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. He wrapped nylon rope around her hands and gave her some slack before he tied the rope to the post. The rope was low enough so she had to stay bent over and on the bed. “You like cock?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Call me, Master,” he corrected.

She smiled. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He pulled the clip from her hair and threw it across the room before sliding his cock deep in her pussy.

Rocking back to him, she kept her legs together just as he’d posed her. Going without condoms, except for anal, turned her on more than she’d imagined. No barriers, no fear, and while nothing was one-hundred percent, their only debate was how many kids and when to start.

When she felt his balls pressing to her, she gasped. The combination of the position, the toy, and his deep thrusts stretched and pinched her in new places. She rotated her hips to get the full sensation.

“You like it?” He grabbed her breasts and pulled the dress down.

“I love it, Master. Take me hard.”

“Do you give this sort of service to everyone?” He pinched her nipples.

“No, Master. Only the special guests. Please, make me come!” she moaned.

He pulled out and pushed her onto the bed. The rope slid and turned with her, but she was very close to the wood. “You can come when I say.”

She played the maid role. “I’ll come as much as you want me to. Let me suck you off first.”

Unsure if he’d do it, she arched her ass up in the air and got comfortable on all fours on the bed. He stepped closer, and she sucked his cock as far as she could. His hand smacked her ass, and she groaned on his erection.

“Don’t you choke!” He smacked her rear.

When he tried to pull away, she pressed her teeth to him, and he stopped. The cherry incident had started it, but she’d been working on her gag issue, retraining her reflex with her toothbrush little by little. She took more of him than she ever had without a flinch.

“Damn!” His hands fisted in her hair but didn’t pull her off.

When he thrust into her mouth, her insides tightened. She wanted to please him in every way. He didn’t give her all of his length but most of it. Pulling out, he gave her time to breathe before he let her suck him down again. Then he backed off until just the top slid into her mouth hard and fast. Flicking the head with her tongue, she sucked the tip until she got what she wanted.

He grunted and came on her tongue. “Swallow it all.”

She sucked every drop out of him and rocked her body. His hand landed on her ass, and she moaned on his cock.

“I think you need a paddle before you get more fucking.” He walked to his suitcase and produced a wooden paddle suitable for any frat hazing.

Her juices flowed more at the sight of it. He hadn’t used a paddle on her yet. Having him and attaining tenure were special enough, but he was making her world non-stop fun.

Relaxing, she took a deep breath.

“What do you say if you want me to stop?” He ran the paddle back and forth over her ass cheeks.

“‘Halt’ but I won’t need it.” She
bit her lip.

“You will if you need to, right?” He gave her a light tap.

“Yes, Master.”

The paddle cut through the air as he swung back and forward. The force sent waves of pleasure through her. That tool got the job done and covered more space. He didn’t waste time, giving her three more good swats before tapping each cheek.

Her pussy throbbed, and her ass ached as she pressed her face to the bedspread.

“More?” he asked.

“Please, Master,” she groaned.

“No, I think you’ve had enough.”

The ache wasn’t enough. “More, please,” she begged.

He added one more firm swat and tossed the paddle near her elbow on the bed. “Let’s see how much you like it.” Three fingers slid into her pussy.

Gasping, she pushed back. “I loved it, thank you!”

His other hand spanked her gently one time and hard the next. Keeping her off balance was his thrill, and she benefitted from it every time.

“Please, Master, fuck me.” She rotated her hips and squeezed the butt plug for some relief. Then she squeezed his fingers tight.

“Damn, you’re a slutty little maid.” He tugged on her hair.

She shivered and pulled back a little for more. More slaps on her ass, and finally, he filled her cunt. Spanking her always got him hard. His hands grabbed her shoulders, and he slammed to her over and over.

Groaning, she let the pressure build and stared past the post to the door. Someone could complain about the noise or the slapping sounds, or some employee could come in to check. They weren’t home, locked up safe, with Scott’s elderly and mostly deaf neighbors who never noticed her screams and begging.