Battleship (Anchored 2)

“A little,” Lily admits.

“Why do you want to escape?”

“Because I’m suddenly feeling a little less in control.”

“Does that feeling make you feel afraid or curious?”

“A little bit of both.”

“Good. Then you’re right where I want you.”

“That’s not comforting,” she says, but I start stripping my clothes off, and she stops talking. Her eyes roam my body as I reveal my abs: courtesy of my neighborhood gym and the many, many hours I spend there. Her gaze cuts down to my groin and I run my hands over the front of my pants.

“You’re teasing me.”

“Welcome to submission,” I tell her, and I slowly begin to unbutton my pants. “Before we actually get started, you need to choose a safe word.”

“What word should I choose?”

“Up to you, princess. Choose something that isn’t sexy to you, but that you won’t forget.”

“Owl,” she says instantly.

“Owl it is,” I say, and I slide my pants the rest of the way down. My boxers are still on, but they do little to hide my reaction to Lily. I palm my cock over the boxers and rub up and down. Lily watches. Her mouth is just slightly open as she looks at me, and I think about how amazing her tongue is going to feel on me.

I step out of my pants and turn around. Then I peer at her over my shoulder. Lily hasn’t moved from her position on the floor. With her arms tied behind her back, her breasts are pushed forward, silently begging me to suck on them.

I will, but I want to tease her a little bit first. One of the best things about Domination is building anticipation. She needs to want it. She needs to crave it. She needs to feel like she’s going to lose her mind if she doesn’t get it.

Once Lily’s eyes are firmly fixed on mine, I push my boxers down, giving her a view of what my backside looks like. As I push the fabric down my body, her eyes leave mine to follow the path of my boxers to the floor. Then she looks at my ass and bites her bottom lip.

“All right, Master,” she whispers. “Please, please turn around.”

Chapter 13

Lily

I seem to lose my breath when I see his cock for the first time. He’s so hard. I just know it must be hurting. My first instinct is to reach for him, to rub on his length, but my arms are bound.

It’s a strange feeling.

I’m not scared having my arms tied behind me. The feeling isn’t uncomfortable at all, but I’m so used to having them free, that now I’m very aware of all of the things I can’t do. I start wondering what will happen if I lose my balance and fall over, if I face-plant into the side of the couch, but something tells me that the fear is part of the fun.

My Dom will catch me if I fall.

There is no doubt in my mind that Master Thorn will catch me and take care of me. He won’t let anything bad happen to me. He’s watching over me. He’s right here for me.

And I feel a deep sense of satisfaction when I realize that trusting him makes me feel happy.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe I am more submissive than I think.

“Please,” I whisper.

“What do you want, princess?” He starts rubbing his cock. He’s so close to me that if my arms weren’t tied, I’d be able to grab him, touch him. Then again, I have more at my disposal than just hands.

I want to suck his cock. I want to lick it slowly and savor every inch of him. I want to taste him, want to feel him inside of me. I want to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. Master Thorn makes me feel so many things.