“Get on your knees.”
I stepped down off the couch and fell to my knees. My mind didn’t have to approve the action, I was under his spell. I stared up at his intense eyes as he threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled, cinching the belt around my throat.
“Suck my dick.”
Holy fucking God, who was I? A plug in my ass, a belt around my throat like a leash. I should have been horrified and shivering with fear, not shaking with excitement. My hurried hands worked his zipper, yanking the jeans down to his knees, then the black cotton I found beneath. His gorgeous dick bounced when I freed it, swinging toward me. I closed my mouth on the tip of his cock, sliding down as far as I could.
The strap around my neck constricted. He rolled his fist on the leather, his grip firm on the end of the belt.
“Where’s that shy girl now?” he whispered. “Did my cock chase her away?”
Yes, in a way, but it wasn’t just the sex. The confidence I was building with him bled over into other aspects of my life. The entire man made me feel alive and powerful. He was in charge when it happened, but I was the one who said what could and could not take place, and that meant deep down I was the one with the most control.
He groaned and thrust himself into my throat, the collar on my neck keeping me from running from him. I had to stay still as he sawed his dick in and out, shoving it past my lips with a driving tempo. He pulsed and throbbed on my tongue.
“Fuck, yes.” He curled a hand on the back of my head, and pushed me forward.
Too far. Way, way, too far. I gagged loudly and he released his hold, letting me pull back off of him. I put a hand over my lips, needing a moment to regroup.
“Stop,” I whispered. It had barely been a word, yet it changed everything. Joseph dropped down to kneel in front of me, bringing us level again, and it was as if he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. He tore his shirt over his head and kicked off the jeans on his ankles.
He buried his face in my throat, kissing just above where the belt hung on my neck. “You belong to me.” He mumbled it between kisses, his hands roaming over my curves. “Shit, Noemi, say it.”
I felt hazy and weightless. “I belong to you,” I rasped.
It was the first time I could really touch and explore a naked Joseph. His smooth skin belonged under my hands. If I belonged to him, he belonged to me as well. Did he know that? My hand coursed down the ink on his toned arm. Mine. All mine.
We were wild animals pawing at each other, until he broke the kiss. “Where’s the bedroom?”
I gestured to the hall, and suddenly he tugged on the belt, pulling me forward. I put my hands out to stop myself, bent on all fours.
“Crawl.”
My mind went blank. “What?”
Joseph stood and pulled on the belt. “Crawl.”
No part of me found this sexy. It was demeaning. “No.” When I tried to get off my knees, a hand locked on my shoulder and kept me down.
“No? Did I ask if you wanted to crawl or did I tell you to do it?”
“I’m not going to—” He spanked me, and with the plug still inside, I felt the impact both inside and out. This was the first moment I’d been overwhelmed by his domination.
“I gave you a command. Obey. You can’t crawl twenty goddamn feet?”
The longer I was on my hands and knees, the more nervous I got. “I’m not a dog.”
He yanked on the belt. “I never said you were. You’re my submissive, Noemi. So submit.”
“Why?”
“You don’t get to ask why. You do it because it pleases me.”
It was a power trip. I stared down the hall. It was the longest twenty feet of my life as I crawled on my hands and knees, my bare breasts swinging as I moved. He walked beside me, the leather strap in his hand. My leash.
But he’d asked for control and I’d consented, and I knew there would be things he wanted that I wasn’t comfortable with. Joseph said he was going to push. This was degrading, but not hard to actually do, and I’d said I wasn’t going to judge him. His job was my pleasure, and my job was pleasing him.
We’d barely made it through the doorway before he put a hand under my arm, helping me to my feet, the belt dropping slack.