The Exposure (The Submissive 9)

“Uh-oh.” She didn’t sound too concerned, but her hands stilled.

“Uh-oh is right.” Luke smiled to himself as he carried her down the hall into her bedroom. “I thought you were a Top. Where are all your toys?”

“I’ll never tell.”

He put her in the middle of the bed so she was on her back and he hovered over her, his arms on either side of her body. “I can call and have Fritz come over.”

“Hall closet. Top shelf.”

“That’s more like it.” He brushed her cheek with his lips. “I’ll be right back. When I make it back to the room, I want you naked.”

He climbed off the bed and found her box of toys in the closet, just like she’d said. He looked over her collection with an appreciative eye, and then selected a few items to take back to the bedroom.

She was naked, like he’d asked, and sat on the edge of the bed. “What did you find?” She craned her head in an attempt to see what he carried.

“Meagan, Meagan, Meagan. We’ve been over this numerous times.” He gave a sigh as though he was exasperated. “Who’s the Top right now?”

She frowned. “You are.”

“Right. So who gets to ask the questions?”

“You do, O High and Mighty One.”

“You have your sass back, I see.”

“Never really lost it, Sir.”

“I do like you sassy and I like you addressing me with respect, but I think I heard a bit of sarcasm in your reply.”

“No, Sir.” She shook her head.

“No?”

“You didn’t hear a bit of sarcasm—you heard a lot of it. And if you think for one minute I’m going to sit here and let you use my toys on me, you’re delusional.” She finished by crossing her arms and nodding her head.

“Is that so?” He liked it when she played the brat; it made everything so much fun. “Does that mean you’re going to try to stop me?”

She tilted her head in thought.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Then, before she could argue, he pinched one of her nipples and slid on a clamp he’d taken from her closet.

“Fuck! That hurt!” She tried to bat his hand away, but he was already working on her other breast.

“Then I suggest you prepare for this one,” he said as he placed the second one on.

She sucked in her breath. “Damn it.”

“Now, be nice and I won’t go back and get the clit clamp.”

Apparently, that was the only warning she needed because she didn’t say anything further; she simply nodded. She hated the clit clamp. That was good to know.

“Am I delusional now?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Take my cock out.” He crossed his arms and waited for her to obey.

He didn’t have to wait long. She quickly undid his pants and fished his cock out of his shorts.

“Does that feel delusional to you?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Suck it.”

She dropped her head and took him in her mouth. He watched as he disappeared past her lips and then closed his eyes as the pleasure overtook him. The only downside to this position was he couldn’t play with the clamps. Next time, he’d have to remember to get a chain.

He smiled, knowing that there would be a next time.

“Know what I’m going to do tonight?” he asked, while he worked her mouth with slow and purposeful strokes.

She mumbled something around him.

“Right, you can’t talk with your mouth full. That would be bad manners and bad manners will get you punished. You just keep sucking that cock while I tell you my plans.”

He dropped his hand to rest on her head and fisted her hair. She bobbed up and down on his shaft a few times before he held her still.

“Enough. Take me all the way in. I want to feel the back of your throat.”

She took a deep breath, and then he held her head steady while pushing his way fully into her.

“Yes. Damn. That’s good.” He thrust a few times, finally pulling back to allow her some air. “And this is just the beginning.” He entered her mouth again. “Tonight you’re going to offer every part of your body for my use and I’m going to thoroughly fuck each one of your holes.”

She moaned in pleasure and redoubled her efforts on his cock. It made him even harder knowing his plans turned her on.

“Right now, I’m using that sassy mouth of yours and, in a few minutes, I’ll fill that wet pussy. It is wet, isn’t it?”

She nodded around his cock.

“Then, when I’m so hard I can’t think straight and I can’t last another second, I’m going take your ass and ride you to completion.” He bit back a moan as her lips tightened around him. “And only then are you allowed to come. Only then, when I’m buried deep inside your ass, will I let you come.”

He had to pull out of her mouth or else he’d lose it right then and there. She fell back to rest on her knees while he finished undressing. Once he was naked, he motioned for her to get on her back and he pressed his body down on hers, holding himself up slightly so his full weight wasn’t on her, but enough that she could feel him.

He bent his head and gave her a kiss, noticing when he pulled back that there were tears in her eyes. “Meagan?” Had he hurt her? Or been too rough? “Are you okay?”

She gave him a smile that melted his heart. “Perfect, Sir.”

He brushed a tear away with his thumb. “Why are you crying?”

“I’ve spent my entire life feeling like something was missing and that I didn’t belong. And tonight I realized I’ve been looking in all the wrong places.” She ran a hand up to cup his face. “It’s been right here all along. I found it in you.”

“Meagan,” he whispered. “You’ll never feel lost again. Not while there’s breath in my body.” And then he kissed her with enough passion to take hers away.

Epilogue

ABBY

Six months later

Luke’s New Jersey club was packed. It wasn’t surprising that I didn’t know most of the people in attendance. What was shocking was the number of vanilla people who crowded into the kink club for the party marking the release of Luke’s book. Of course, it was Meagan’s, too, but she had requested her identity not be revealed. Even if you knew her, you would never know she was the model unless she told you.

Just like you’d never know she now considered herself primarily a submissive.

Tonight she looked stunning in a glamorous pale pink gown, standing beside her Dom as he signed copies of The Muse. Every so often, Luke would look her way and the two of them would share a smile that increased the temperature of the room by several degrees.

“I’d tell him to get a room, but since he owns the place . . .” Nathaniel said, coming up beside me and slipping his arm around my waist.

“Right?” I leaned into him. “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?”

“If you go for the tall blond type.”