A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

“I can promise you, little mouse, you are the only submissive I will ever lay a hand on,” I tell her, my voice deep and low.

She pouts out her bottom lip prettily. “There are other ways to dominate a sub without using your hands, Mr. Black,” she murmurs, and I have to reach down to adjust my raging erection.

“Then I promise you, sweet Evie, you’re my one and only. No part of me or object wielded by me will ever touch another woman but you, sub or otherwise,” I clarify, and she reaches down and between her knees to cup my cheek.

“You asking me to go steady?” she asks, her voice overdramatically breathy as she smiles.

“Oh, I’m not asking, little mouse,” I tell her, and I nip the inside of her thigh, making her squeak. “Now, lie back and hold still. Your Dom is suddenly very hungry.”

And like the good little sub she is, she does exactly that.EpilogueSeven years later

EvieI pull at the straps holding my wrists hostage against the headboard, whimpering with need. He’s been teasing me for… I don’t even know how long. I’ve lost track of time. He’s brought me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, and I both love and hate this new fetish he’s suddenly been obsessed with, testing himself to see just how long he can stand not making me come. It’s a competition I wish he’d go ahead and vote himself the winner for. That is, until he finally eventually lets me come, and it’s so powerful I immediately fall headfirst into subspace.

But tonight feels like he’s going for an all-time record, or maybe I’m just extra needy. I look down my body, covered in a tight-fitting white lace bodice that meets a skirt that flares at the waist like a big, poofy princess dress. At least, it did as I walked down the aisle toward him this afternoon, my hand gripping Doc’s big bicep wrapped in a black tuxedo as he gave me away. For being such a big, tough man, it brought instant tears to my eyes the day I asked him if he’d be the one to give me away, and he’d gotten emotional, wiping a tear away and claiming there was dust in his eye.

Now though, the fluffy skirt was bunched up from my raised knees to my waist, looking like some kind of doctor’s curtain, hiding what is going on between my thighs. So I have no way of knowing just what Nathaniel is going to do before he does it.

His fingers stroke inside me, swirling upward and rubbing at the secret spot inside me that makes my toes cramp I curl them so hard. My eyes roll back in my head before I sit my head up, feeling almost panicked I’m so… fucking… close. My breath comes out in pants and I look around the room that’s starting to spin around me. Our special room designated to the D/s part of our relationship. It was the first room we decorated when we moved into our new house a year ago.

I whimper as he doesn’t let up, and I pray—oh God do I pray—that this will finally be the time he lets me find release, and as he adds his thumb to my clit, I know… I know he’s giving in. I throw my head back and scream as fireworks go off behind my eyes, climaxing so hard my entire existence stiffens and releases. And before I can fall under that mystical spell, he’s above me, but all I can see is his tuxedo shirt and above, his bowtie hanging undone around his neck under the unbuttoned collar. And then my eyes nearly cross as I feel him enter me without warning, and he falls forward between my thighs, crushing the big skirt between us as his hands brace on either side of my head.

“Ready to consecrate this marriage, Mrs. Black?” he whispers, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck as he thrusts deep, bottoming out inside me.

“Yes!” I exhale, and he fucks into me hard.

“Yes, what?” he taunts, swirling his hips before pulling almost all the way out.

“Yes, Mr. Black,” he allows me to say before he plunges back inside. “Oooh God,” I moan as he works his cock just right to where it drags along my clit on the instroke, and my whole body shudders.

“Not going to last long this time, baby,” he warns, and I am completely okay with that. It’s been a really long day. “I’ve been wanting to get inside you since the moment those big doors opened and I got my first glimpse of you at the end of the aisle.” He thrusts, nibbling along the top of my breast pushed up high from the corset bodice. “Never going another night without you, Evie. Last night was fucking bullshit,” he says, and I let out an involuntary giggle.