The Chalet (The Submissive 3.5)

lips and tasted the evidence of her arousal. “So damn sweet. A man could live off this.”

She chuckled. “I doubt that.”

“We’ll have to see.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue along her entrance, sucking her clit gently into my mouth. I teased her with soft nibbles and gentle caresses before gradually getting rougher.

Her legs started to tremble. “Need you.”

I rubbed my chin against her. I hadn’t shaved when I took my shower, so I knew the roughness would arouse her more. “You’ve got me, Mrs. West.”

She jerked against me. “Please. Now.”

I circled her clit with my finger. “Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.”

She whined, but I dropped my head and ran my tongue over her swollen flesh. She came with a whimper, panting lightly. I moved up her body, bringing her hands with me and placing them around my neck.

“Now?” she asked.

“Now,” I said. I rolled us to our sides and she hitched a leg over my hips. “Abby,” I sighed, pushing into her.

The position we were in didn’t allow for me to take her deeply, but that was okay. I’d already had her that way earlier. Facing each other the way we were allowed our hands the freedom to touch and roam. As I stroked inside her, my fingers whispered against her skin and traced her curves.

Her palm rested on my upper hip, moving along with my slow, steady thrusts. Every so often, she’d move slightly and her nails would scratch me, driving me to the edge of need. I held back, though, and simply enjoyed being with her, connected in the most intimate way possible.

“I love you,” she whispered, rocking into me.

“Love you so much.”

She lifted her head and our lips met in a sweet kiss that echoed the way our bodies moved. When our climaxes finally came, they were quiet and tender, and the pleasure washed over us as we held on to each other.

We dozed for a while, after, and woke when the sun had set completely. I left the bed just long enough to grab some snacks. When I returned we had a naked picnic of apples, grapes, almonds, bread, and brie. We talked a bit about how we wanted to spend the next few days. Together, we agreed to spend tomorrow at the chalet and perhaps explore the village the day after.

“Or the day after that,” Abby said in between bites of apple.

I raised an eyebrow. “That long?”

“I think maybe I’d like to wear your collar the day after tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

She shrugged. “It’s been a month. And when you threatened to bring out the restraints, I realized how much I missed it. How much I needed it.”

I took a sip of wine, interested in knowing if she remembered what happened next. “You know you called me ‘Sir’ right after that.”

“I did? Really?” Her forehead wrinkled. “I don’t remember that.”

“I wondered.”

She picked up a grape and put it back down on the plate. Her forehead was still wrinkly, like she was thinking about something that troubled her. “I’ve never done that before. Called you ‘Sir’ when I wasn’t wearing your collar.”

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not like I minded.”

“You don’t think it’s odd, that I’d say something like that, just out of the blue?”

“No, I don’t think it’s odd and it didn’t just come out of the blue. I did threaten to restrain you.”

She didn’t look convinced. Her lips parted, like she was going to say something, but then she stopped and dropped her head.

“Abby, look at me.” I waited until she met my gaze before continuing. “I think it’s perfectly natural for the facets of our lives to spill over onto each other. I’d be surprised if they didn’t start to blend a bit.”

“You don’t think it’s blurring the lines?”

“They’re our lines to blur, right?”

“I suppose,” she said, but her expression told a different story.

“Neither one of us wants an around-the-clock collared relationship. Just because you happen to not call me ‘Nathaniel’ during sex or because I tell you to be still, doesn’t change that.”

She thought about it a bit more. “You’re right, I see that.” A smile broke across her face. “So you didn’t mind, huh? When I called you ‘Sir’?”

I felt my own smile in response to her question. “Didn’t mind at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You do that.”

She grew thoughtful again. “Wonder why I said ‘Sir’ and not ‘Master’?”

I shrugged. “Maybe you thought you were in the library?”

“Or on the kitchen table.”

“Or maybe it was just a natural reply to what I said. Funny how the body reacts sometimes without us realizing it.”

She eyed my growing erection. “I’ll say.”

I laughed. “Trust me, I completely realized that reaction. It’s my body’s natural response to you, especially when I think about you calling me ‘Sir.’”

She took the plate and wineglass from my hands and placed them on the bedside table. “Let’s see what other replies we can get from your body. Besides, I think I remember you saying it was my turn later.”

“Is it later already?” I asked, growing even harder.

“Mm hm.” She pushed me to my back and pulled my arms over my head. “Keep them here.”

I grew even harder at her words. Though she wasn’t a sexual dominant, every so often she enjoyed having the opportunity to issue a command or two. And I’d admit, I liked seeing her playful side. I decided to play a bit myself.

Letting her keep my hands restrained, I lifted my head and nipped her ear. “Think you can top me, Abby?”

“I think I can, because if you move your hands, I’m going to ignore your dick.” She trailed a hand down my side and lightly brushed my erection. “Though that shouldn’t be a problem. You’ve already come twice. You probably won’t even notice.”

Her hand hovered over me. I felt the heat from her skin, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Hell, yes, I’d notice. “Fine. I won’t move my hands.”

The look she gave me was pure evil. “Good, because I want to see if I can still deep throat you.”

My cock throbbed at her words as I imagined it and my hips lifted involuntarily. To sink into her mouth again. To watch her lips part around me. Fuck.

“No moving,” she warned and moved away.

“Abby,” I said in a gruff voice.

She sat up by my side and drew figure eights on my chest with her finger.

Lower. Move your hand lower.

“Know how you’ll sometimes say you’re doing something for me?” she asked.

Her hand drifted lower and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. “Yes,” I hissed.

“Well, this is all for you. So be still and enjoy.” She shimmied down toward the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes on mine. “I’m used to sucking you off so many times a week, I lose count. Do you know how hard it’s been to go a month without tasting you?”

“Probably about as hard as I am right now.”

“You are looking really hard. Is that painful?”

“I know you can make it better.” And I hoped she’d do it soon. I nearly ached with the need to be inside her in some way.