The_Submissive - Tara Sue Me (34 page)

“I love watching you come.” He stepped closer between my legs and moved his cock to my entrance. “It makes me so
fucking
hard.”

His cock slipped easily into me and I gasped as he
thrust deeply inside. I didn’t have a chance to come down before he was driving me toward another climax.

“Come with me, Abby,” he said, thrusting over and over. “Take me with you this time.”

I’d never grow tired of the way he felt inside me, or the way our bodies moved together. I slipped my arms around him and dragged my nails across his back.

“Yes,” he said in a low growl. “Fuck. Yes.”

I tightened my grasp on him as my second climax began to build. He placed a hand on either side of my head and doubled his efforts, pounding into me.

“I never want to leave this shower,” he said, thrusting. “Never want to leave you. ’Cause I’m never going to fucking get enough.” My back slid against the wet tiles as he kept thrusting. “Never. Never. Never enough.”

His teeth grazed my neck and one hand came down between us to where we were joined. “Feel us. Feel me. So fucking good.”

One of his fingers flicked my clit and I felt my body tense. I let out a groan. He bent his legs, thrust again, and my release overtook me. With one last push, he held still deep inside and came hard.

He sagged against me as our breathing returned to normal and our hearts slowed. The drumming of the water slowly brought back the realities of the morning.

“Damn,” he said, smiling against my shoulder.

“What?”

“I need another shower.”

CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN

“Ms. King,” the receptionist said. “Mr. West will see you now.”

I stood and walked toward the dark wooden door. My heart really shouldn’t have been beating as hard as it was. I knew exactly who waited for me behind the closed door. Knew him and loved him.

It was Friday night and I was at his office by my own request. Nathaniel hadn’t seen the point of what I wanted to do at first, but he eventually went along with me.

I pushed the door open, stepped through, and took a quick peek at him. His head was down and he was typing. I shut the door behind me and walked to the middle of the room.

I stood exactly as I had months ago—feet spread the width of my shoulders, head down, arms to my side.

He continued typing.

We had spent the last two weeks working out our new agreement. While sitting at his kitchen table, we discussed and negotiated what we both wanted. Explored our personal limits. Reworked safe words.
Decided when and how to play. We agreed to have play time from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon and to be like any other couple from Sunday afternoon to Friday evening.

Our first argument had been over how often I would wear his collar. I had wanted it all the time, but Nathaniel felt differently.

“I wore it every day last time,” I said, not seeing the point in doing anything differently.

“But things have changed.”

“I’m not arguing with that, but by wearing it every day, I would keep that connection between us.”

“I understand why you want to wear my collar every day, but will you listen to some advice? From someone who has more experience?”

“Are you going to play the experience card often?”

“Yes.”

I huffed and leaned back in my seat.

“Abby, listen. Whether you admit it or not, the collar puts you in a certain frame of mind and I don’t want you in that frame of mind during the week. If I ask if you want peas or carrots for dinner on a Tuesday night, I want the answer to come from Abby, my lover, not Abigail, my submissive.”

“I know, but…” I trailed off. He had a point.

“I’m not giving you a meal plan or an exercise routine or stipulating sleep, or—”

“Thank goodness for that, because insisting on eight hours of sleep would severely limit our weekday activities.”

“Agreed, but to get back to what I was saying, if I want to have sex on a Wednesday and you’re not in the mood, I want you to feel free to say so. The collar—” he shook his head “—it will limit you. Even if you think it won’t.”

So we agreed I would wear his collar on weekends only.

While it had been my idea to resubmit my application and meet him at his office, we hadn’t discussed how the evening would progress. I stared at my feet and wondered if he had the collar here, in his office. I hadn’t seen it since the morning I left it on his dining room table.

I listened to his steady typing and wondered what he was thinking. What he was planning.

I pushed aside my rambling thoughts and concentrated instead on my breathing. There was no need to wonder how the evening would play out. It would play out the way Nathaniel decided and whatever he decided would be what was best for both of us.

I had no doubts.

He stopped typing.

“Abigail King.”

I didn’t start when he said my name. I expected it this time and kept my head down.

He pushed back from the desk and walked across the hardwood floor. I counted his steps.

Ten.

Ten steps and he stopped behind me. He lifted my
hair, twisted it around his hand, and pulled. “I was
easy
on you last time,” he said in a low, commanding voice.

My belly quivered with anticipation. Nathaniel the Dom was back.

I’d missed him.

He pulled my hair harder and I forced myself to keep my head down.

“You told me once that you could handle anything I gave you physically,” he said. “Do you remember?”

Yes, damn it. I remembered saying those exact words. I should have known they would come back to bite me in the ass.

He jerked my hair. “I’m going to test that theory, Abigail. We’ll see just how much you’re able to handle.”

He let go of my hair and I exhaled the breath I’d been holding.

“I’m going to train you,” he said walking to stand before me so I stared at the top of his leather dress shoes. “Train you to service my every need, desire, and want. From now on when I give a command, I expect you to obey immediately and without question. Any hesitation, raised eyebrow, or disobedience will be dealt with on the spot. Is that understood?”

I waited.

“Look at me and answer,” he said. “Do you understand?”

I looked up and into his steady green eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he scolded. “I thought you learned that lesson last time.”

Last time? What?

“How do you address me before you I collar you?”

Shit.

“Yes, sir.”

“I let that mistake slide before,” he said, walking to his desk. “But like I said, I won’t be as lenient this time around.”

My heart pounded. I really hadn’t expected to mess up so soon.

“Lift your skirt and put your hands on top of my desk.”

I walked to the front of his desk and lifted my skirt above my waist. Was his secretary still outside? Would she hear? I put my hands on his desk and braced myself.

“Three strokes. Count.”

His hand swooshed through the air and landed with a slap on my backside. Ow.

“One,” I said.

Again it came, landing on a different spot.

“Two.”

Only one more. I clenched my teeth as he struck the third time.

“Three.”

He stopped and rubbed my backside, soothing the pain away with his expert hands. His touch felt good
and I had to force myself to remain still. He pulled my skirt down.

“Go stand where you were,” he whispered.

I walked back to my spot in the middle of his office. In a way, I felt more at ease. I’d messed up and he’d dealt with it. We continued. Nothing to fear.

“Do you remember your safe words?” Nathaniel said from the side of his desk.

I thought back to that conversation.

We were at the kitchen table again.

“Two?” I asked. “You’re giving me two safe words?”

“It’s a commonly used system,” he said, writing something down.

“But last time—”

He looked up. “I already explained my error in the way I set things up last time, Abby. I won’t have you walk out on me again.”

I reached across the table to take his hand. “I’m not leaving. I just don’t know why I have to have two safe words.”

“Because we’ll be pushing your limits. If you say ‘yellow’, I’ll know I’m pushing, but can continue. ‘Red’ stops the scene completely.”

It still seemed a bit much.

“But you’ve never had a sub safe word before,” I said.

“I have now,” he said, lifting my hand to his lips. “And I want you to feel completely safe and secure anytime you’re with me. Even when I’m pushing you.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, snapping back to the present. “I remember the safe words.”

“Good.” He went back behind his desk, opened another drawer, and took out a box. Opened it.

My collar.

He lifted it up. “Are you ready, Abigail?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, smiling.

He walked back to stand in front of me again. “Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees. He slipped the necklace around my neck, fastened it in place. I felt complete again.

“I’ll put this on you every Friday evening at six o’clock and take it off Sunday afternoons at three,” he said, fingers trailing my collarbone.

We had decided that would give us plenty of time to play on Friday night and plenty of time on Sundays to talk about our weekend and transition back to everyday behavior.

We had also decided what would happen immediately after he collared me every Friday night. But I waited for him to instruct me.

“Stand up,” he said.

I stood, confused. This was not what we had agreed

His eyes shone with emotion. “You look so fucking good wearing my collar.” He put a hand under my chin and kissed me. Hard.

I was lying in his arms the first morning after spending the night in his bed.

“The whole no-kissing rule,” I said, running a hand down his chest. “Was that a rule with all subs or just me?”

He stroked my hair. “It was just you, Abby.”

“Just me?” I lifted my head to look at him. “Why?”

“It was a way to distance myself. I thought if I didn’t kiss you, I wouldn’t feel as much. I’d be able to remind myself I was just your dom.”

“You kissed your other subs,” I mumbled, not liking the jealousy that coursed through my body.

“Yes.”

“But not me.”

He didn’t say anything, probably afraid of how I would react. Of what I would say.

And part of me was angry he’d held back. That he’d denied us.

But the past was the past.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” I asked, climbing up his body.

“No,” he said hesitantly.

I put my lips near his. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

He gave me a soft kiss. “A lot?”

“Mmm,” I said as he kissed me again. “With interest.”

He smiled against my lips. “Interest?”

“Lots of interest. You better get started.”

“Oh, Abby.” He flipped me over and his body hovered over mine. “I always pay my debts.”

He broke the kiss and pushed on my shoulders. “Back to your knees.”

I knelt before him. His cock strained against the front of his pants, but he waited.

“Please, Master, may I have you in my mouth?”

“You may.”

I unbuckled and unzipped him with quick fingers, ready for his taste. I slipped his pants and boxers down to his ankles and licked my lips at the sight of his massive erection.

He twisted his fingers in my hair as I took him in my mouth. I eased him in, but he didn’t want slow and pushed himself all the way in with one hard thrust. He hit the back of my throat and I quickly relaxed so I wouldn’t gag.

He used his grip on my hair to thrust himself in and out. It felt so good, the sharp pull of my hair and the force of his cock battering my throat. I hoped it was as good for him. I sucked as he pulled out of my mouth and ran my tongue down his length as he pushed inside. I pulled my lips back so that my teeth grazed him.

“Fuck,” he said.

A few more hard thrusts and he started to jerk inside my mouth. I brought my hands to his thighs in anticipation, ready for his climax. Wanting it.

He pushed in deeply and held still as his release filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, loving the salty taste that represented his pleasure.

His hands rubbed my scalp, gently massaging my head, easing away any remaining pain from his hair-pulling. I held still and concentrated on the love in his touch.

“Buckle my pants, Abigail,” he said, running his fingers through my hair one last time.

I brought his pants and boxers back up his body. Zipped him up and buckled his belt.

“Stand up,” he commanded. He brought his hand to my chin once I stood and lifted my head to meet his eyes. “I’m going to work you hard tonight. I’m going to bring you to the edge of pleasure and leave you hanging. You will not release until I give you permission and I will be very stingy with my permission. Do you understand? Answer me.”