“I like it when you call me baby.” What she didn’t tell him was that she never let another man call her that. She’d told herself it was because that had been his nickname for her and he’d left her. But what if it was because she didn’t want to be anyone else’s baby?
“Baby. You know it’s easy for me to call you that. You’re Sir’s submissive right now, his baby. Sir wants you relaxed. Sir wants you to be able to sleep tonight so we can work tomorrow. All you have to do is follow Sir’s orders. You don’t have to think about anything else. I want you to let go. There shouldn’t be a thought in your head. Just feel.”
She wasn’t sure she could manage the whole not thinking thing, but she could concentrate on him. This was what she’d needed for a long time—a safe place to simply be for a moment. Her days had become long and arduous, with nothing to truly break them up. She loved her work, but she needed this, too.
The arm around her waist shifted up and he cupped her breast. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him for more. For all she’d been worried about being naked before, she hated the blouse and bra between them now. Her nipple was hard, and she wanted to feel his palm against it.
“Sink into that place where nothing matters but the sound of my voice, the feel of my hands on you. I’ll do it, too. I’ll find this space in my head where I don’t worry or feel self-conscious because I know the only thing that matters is giving you what you need. We can spend hours here.” His finger slipped over her clitoris, a feathery brush that made her legs shift again, offering him more and more. “Do you understand, baby?”
“Yes.” She’d understood it in an academic fashion, but this was something more visceral. This was real, and she could feel herself relaxing in a way she hadn’t for years.
Not since Deke used to take her someplace private when she got all wound up. She would fill with anxiety and worry, and he would lay her out and eat her pussy until she couldn’t see straight and then the world didn’t seem too much to handle. Then she felt more confident, better able to think her way through the swamp her brain could be at times.
He was right. They’d been practicing a form of this long before they knew what to call it.
He nipped her ear again. “Yes?”
“Yes, Sir.” He seemed to be a very bossy Sir when it came to this. He would want her to practice and to be perfect when it came to how they played.
“Better.” He licked the shell of her ear, a shiver of pleasure running through her. “You’ll find I can be a very generous Sir when you’re a good girl. Of course when you’re a bad girl, I’ll have to lay you over my lap.”
She’d watched several subs being spanked this evening. She’d wondered what it would feel like to be over Deke’s lap. “What will you do to me?”
A big finger settled over her clit and started to rub, gently at first, and stronger with each rhythmic pass. “See, that’s a question I like. What will I do to my wayward sub? First I’ll stare at your naked ass because you won’t be wearing a stitch of clothes when I punish you. You’ll be naked, and I’ll have access to every inch of your gorgeous skin. I’ll make you hold on to my ankles while I prepare your ass for the discipline to come.”
“How will you prepare me, Sir?” He seemed to like her asking the question with a breathless curiosity. He was rubbing her just the right way, the tension building like she was a bottle of champagne waiting to pop.
“I’ll caress you. I’ll inspect you. I’ll make sure your legs are far enough apart that I can see your pussy peeking out at me. I’ll want to make sure you’re nice and wet when I start spanking you, so I’ll likely have to play around, sliding my fingers all across your labia and clitoris. My fingers will be wet with your arousal. You’ll be able to smell yourself right before I send that first smack across your cheeks.”
She’d questioned whether she would even want to try spanking, and now she could see it in her head, feel it in her pussy. His words opened an ache inside her, a place she hadn’t known existed that suddenly needed to be filled.
“I’ll slap your ass and make you count each smack, knowing that if you’re good and you take what I give you, there will be pleasure at the end, a reminder of how good it can be to obey me in this place we made for ourselves. You’ll want to do my bidding because it will always lead to good things for you. I’ll worship you with everything I have in this secret place between the two of us. I’ll always give you this when you need it.”