On Becoming His (13 page)

We’ve talked about calling him sir

Moving into the kitchen, I slide my hand across the cool wood

Knowing I’ll experience more than just measured pain

There’s no doubt he was meant to be the one in charge

We’ve realized I’ll call him sir

Removing my clothes, I stand naked and slowly inch toward the wall

Knowing want’s required of me, what will be

There’s no doubt he’s the only man I could trust with my needs

We’ve understood I’ll call him sir

Hearing the door close, I inhale deeply, his scent a powerful command

Knowing it’s almost
time
and he’ll require complete obedience

There’s something about his touch across my naked skin

We’ve determined I’ll call him sir

Feeling his hot breath as he pulls me over his lap, I tremble but remain resolved

Knowing I’m in his complete command and there’s no going back

There’s something about his gentle words, his powerful demeanor

And now I accept, this is when I call him sir

WHISPERS

Whispers

Scattered across the heat of her neck, teasing

Pulsing against the shimmer like a dangling hunger

Sending shivers dancing deep inside

Her hand fluttered to touch his carved chest

Wanting

Yet he pushed it away

And she gazed into his twinkling eyes

Whispers

Brushed over the crest of her chin, tempting

Slicing against her breast like a shameless question

Forcing whimpers erupting past her swollen lips

Her fingers feathered down past his waist to the chiseled v

Offering

Yet he pressed her legs apart

And she glanced into his luminous eyes

Whispers

Fluttered down to taste her pebbled nipple, tantalizing

Flicking against her soft skin like a velvet glove

Causing her body to shake violently as she reached to touch him

Her legs moved around his hips, struggling to force him closer

Inviting

Yet he guided them back against her chest

And she stared into his famished eyes

Whispers

Darted past her tight stomach, nibbling her sweet honey, taunting

Dipping just inside her quivering folds like a thirsty beast

Dragging her body up from the soft pelt of fur

Her mouth opened and closed attempting to beg for more

Needing

Now he drove his tongue and fingers all the way inside

And she closed her tear filled eyes

Whispers

Inched slowly up her shaking body to brush lips against lips, torturing

Moving his throbbing hunger just against the edge of her wet heat

Creating that first moment of rapture as her entire soul succumbed

Her heart beating against his, desperate for their dance of passion

Pleading

Now he thrust his throbbing shaft deep within her cherished body

And she opened her love filled eyes

WITH A SINGLE LOOK

I wait in silence in the shadowed light

While customers come and go, unaware

Of the hunger that burns within

To the point I can no longer breathe

I sense his presence drawing near

My instincts keen, my understanding strong

With a single look…

I will want

I watch in reverence as he enters the room

While he scans the crowded space, searching

For the woman that gives him freedom

Enough so that his features bear sensuous cravings

I drink in his feral scent

My wet heat clenching, my pulse racing

With a single look…

I will yearn

I feel my resolve crumbling as he draws closer

While the waiter serves the wine, suspecting

That the woman he sees is mesmerized

By the prowess of the stunning man

I lick my lips in anticipation

My desires raging, my legs quivering

With a single look…

I will need

I shiver as he gazes into my eyes

While a single finger traces down my neck, savoring

The feel of my skin as it trembles

Because of the whispered scintillating touch

I close my eyes in acquiescence

My realization complete, my acceptance secured

With a single look…

I will succumb

I follow as he leads into the darkness

While his hand never leaves my back, controlling

The lover he claimed so long ago

By the power that gave me life and love

I nod my head as he closes the door

My senses tingling, my voice quavering

With a single look…

I will become

I undress as he leans silently against the wall

While his eyes rake down my body, relishing

In the naked woman that stands before him unafraid

Because of the complete level of trust

I lower my eyes as he pushes me to the floor

My discipline required, my forgiveness complete

With a single look…

I now belong

ON BELONGING

Discipline.
That was a word and one that always sent chills down her body. The burn on her ass reminded her she was still very much a willful woman. “Whew.” As the thin material of her dress scraped again
st her well-spanked ass cheeks, she thought about her lesson in patience and willfulness the night before.
Lordy
, the man had indeed been more tha
n a bit
disappointed with her. Then again, she’d known she’d been trying his patience and couldn’t stop herself. The week had been long and arduous and she… “No excuses.” There were none she could stick to. Since they’d moved in together the constant contact was wonderful, exciting but she was being reminded every day of her place. Giggling, she slid her hand under her dress and rubbed her naked ass. No panties were allowed in the house.

At least her regular maintenance spankings were helping her regulate her feelings. Thinking about that was truly something amazing. Who would have thought just a year ago she would not only allow a man to take her over his knee twice a week for a hard spanking and sometimes corner time, but would ask him for a solid round of discipline. Fanning her face, she knew when she heard a text message come through she was probably being told to get ready.
He almost always told her exactly what to expect on the way from work and she would scamper home to prepare before his arrival. Thinking about his text from the night before gave her chills.

When I arrive home, have three implements out on the table for me to select, be completely naked and standing in the corner and have a drink ready for me.

Just thinking about the words gave her another tingle. The little words were all she needed to hear and she’d never argued and never complained. Did she like getting spanked? Hell no. But she was somehow relieved and always felt much better when she was curled in his arms afterwards. There was no doubt how much Luke loved her.

Submission.
That was another word entirely.
She realized she was very much a submissive
,
but her given role hadn’t been completely without further degrees of hesitation. Hesitation? No, more like temper tantrums, but only twice. Oh dear God only twice. Her sore bottom and removal of several privileges was a very good lesson to learn. Now, their routine was almost perfect. Jezebel was well aware he was ready to move their relationship into yet another level. Tonight she had a feeling she’d find out what that level was. And the excitement was killing her.

What seemed to be the oddest part of her new life was the almost ready acceptance by several of her friends who not only asked questions and didn’t admonish,
but
quite frankly were jealous as hell. Just the day before she’d had lunch with Tina, telling her one too many details over two tall margaritas and the moment shared was like old times. Finding out her friends actually didn’t care what kind of relationship she maintained was another freeing moment and since then, she and Luke had become a regular couple, coming out going to parties and dinners. Who knew? Jezebel laughed and realized the one aspect her friends couldn’t get used to
was
going back to her given name. They thought it way too old fashioned. Yep, and she loved it.

Jezebel
glanced at the calendar and couldn’t believe almost four months had gone by. Summer was over and fall was already changing the leaves on the trees. Sighing, she fi
lled two wine glasses and inhaled deeply
.
The scent of cinnamon filled the kitchen, reminding her how much she loved her home,
their
home.
Happier than she’d ever been in her life, sharing her
first birthday with him as her Sir
was truly something special. There was no doubt she was nervous and excited and so very much in love. Giggling, she sloshed the wine and shook her head. He always made her feel so damn special.

She thought about how much wonderful everything had become, more vibrant and very electric, especially their sex life. Luk
e was more commanding than ever
, expecting and craving sex two and three times a day. Who was she to complain? The thought giving her a chuckle, she had decided to call the willful side of her Kat. Somehow purring wasn’t the same any longer. She’d stretched her boundaries and tried his patience, but at the end of the day she
knew who was in charge.

Wiping up
her mess, she calmed her nerves and picked up both glasses, heading into the living room. Seeing him standing by the CD player selecting something he enjoyed was simply breathtaking. Wearing charcoal linen pants and a crisp white shirt, his long dreads cascaded past his shoulders and from where she stood she could clearly see his muscles rippling through his shirt. Cocking her head, she wasn’t entirely certain whether she adored his carved butt or his long, muscular legs more. Then there were his full lips, perfect for kissing
,
and God the man could kiss like no other.

Swallowing hard, Jessie realized she was panting. She almost took a sip of wine and growled inward at her faux pas. Inching toward him she heard him exhaling slowly.

“Don’t just stand
there
gawking, kitty
kat
. I would like a taste of wine.”

His voice was authoritative yes but tonight she detected a hint of playfulness. Still, there were certain things he liked and even thought this was her birthday, she wasn’t going to disappoint him.

When she walked closer, she could see a colorful package with a red bow placed on the coffee table. Handing him the wine, she glanced down and couldn’t help but sm
ile. He loved buying her treats --
lingerie and ev
en handcuffs as
surprise
s
. Yet, he always made her wait to open her prize. “Here you are, sir.”
Still, her eyes were drawn to the package.

“I see you’ve been writing in your journal,” Luke said, his eyes flashing in admiration.

“Yeah, I mean yes, sir. I like
opening up and talking
about
my feelings.
I think I really know more about what I want. Who knows what I might do with my poems.
” And she really did
enjoy expressing herself
. After the months of learning, there was still so much changing in her, emotionally and spiritually. The journey was ongoing.

“I’m pleased and I have a surprise for you.
I see you eyeing your present.
”

“Yes, sir. I…” Why did she feel like a kid at Christmas?

Tipping his head back, Luke laughed. “Go on. This is a special day for you. I’d love for you to open your present.”