Not wanting to lose contact with her skin, I carry her back to the bed and lay her down on the sheets. I get in behind her, drag up the blankets, and pull her back to my chest. Closing my eyes, I tell my body to calm. It’s difficult to exercise the control when her warm, naked body is up against mine, but I fight the urge. Her care is what is most important now, not satisfying my base desires.
“Sleep now,” I say. “I’ll want you well-rested for this evening.”
“Yes, sir,” Yvette mumbles. She’s nearly asleep already.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear, but I don’t think she’s heard me.
I watch her sleep as I think about what has happened so far. As difficult as it was for her, I’m actually thrilled she broke down so soon. To lose oneself to such strong emotion so soon, and then to allow me to comfort her in such an intense way…I feel it has to be a good sign.
I’m comforted as well. We were still new to each other, but I had reacted based on my perceptions, and I had been right. I knew exactly what she needed, and I provided it for her. I’d cleansed her of the hurt she felt and gave her the security she needed.
I feel more confident, more in control. Actually, I feel proud of myself in a way I haven’t since that night with Lily. I’d misread her in the most horrible way and allowed her to be hurt. After that had happened, I’d lost my faith in myself as a Dom. Only now am I beginning to feel sure of myself again.
I let her sleep, wrapped up in my arms, until the daylight from the window begins to fade. When she stirs on her own, I place my lips at her neck and gently rouse her.
“Do you remember where the playroom is?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go there,” I instruct. “Kneel next to the door. I’ll be there shortly.”
I untangle her from my arms and get out of the bed, leaving without another word. In my own bedroom, I shut the door and stretch my muscles. When I’ve loosened up, I pull on only a pair of jeans, close my eyes, and focus myself.
When I open my eyes again, I’m ready to have her.
When I enter the playroom, she is exactly where she should be—on her knees, hands on her thighs, her head bowed. I stop for a moment just to look at her—the perfect depiction of a sub waiting for her Dom. She takes my breath away.
I admire her for some time, not speaking—just watching her—and then move over to the bench. Beside it, there’s a table with storage drawers underneath, and I open a drawer to pull out a few items to place on top of the table.
“On the bench, elbows and knees,” I command.
She moves quickly and without a word, positioning herself on the bench just as I have instructed her. There are cuffs on the front of the bench, and after I check the key in each, I fasten them to her wrists. Two small handholds on either side of the bench give her a place to hold on and steady herself as she is restrained.
Concentrating on the smooth curves of her body, I run my fingertips lightly over her skin as I walk around the bench. When I get back to the table, I pick up the riding crop and run the end of it over my palm, right in front of her face.
“Sir…please…” She’s starting to shake, and I haven’t touched her yet.
“I’m testing you, pet,” I tell her sternly. “I know your limits.”
She nods, but her arms still tremble. Starting with her shoulder, I drag the end of the riding crop over her flesh. I trace the scars on her back all the way down to her rounded ass. I circle each globe and then run the crop down the inside of her thigh.
I do this over and over again until she’s realized I have no intention of striking her with it. As she relaxes, I move back to stand in front of her, the crop still dangling from my grasp. I run it down the side of her face and then stop at the bottom of her chin. The slightest pressure directs her to lift her face to me.
“Open your mouth, pet,” I command. I begin to release the buttons of my jeans, one at a time, and then take my cock out with my free hand. “Kiss it, pet. Worship it.”
She reaches for me with her mouth, taking the tip between her lips as she looks up at me in sheer adoration. The look in her eyes stops my breath, and I’m lost in her irises. My cock twitches as she takes it in her mouth, slowly pulling it in as her tongue caresses the shaft.
For a moment, I start to give in to the feeling. She slides her tongue over me, circling the tip, and then takes most of my length into her mouth. She sucks hard, bringing me just to the back of her throat before she pulls back and licks at me again. Her eyes stay fixed on mine, the same look in them commanding me to lose control.
As glorious as it feels, it’s too soon, and I don’t want to co
me in her mouth this time. I pull back and stroke her hair from her face.
“Good girl.”
She stares up at me, her eyes bright with excitement, and she runs her tongue over her lips.
“You like the taste of my cock, slut?”