The Chalet (The Submissive 3.5)

“Speaking of cock.” I put the wineglass down on the floor beside the tub and twisted around. “I’d like some please. Straight up. Hard and deep.”

If I shifted just the right way, I could feel his erection. Unfortunately, he’d decided it was his turn to tease.

“I don’t know. Since you had such a difficult time remembering last night, maybe I want to keep my cock to myself. Besides.” He tilted his head. “You’re tired.”

I ran a hand down his chest. “I’m not that tired.”

“Still, best not to push it.”

“Push it.” I took him in my hand. “Push it inside. Now.”

“No. I don’t think you’re adequately prepared for me to do that.”

“Well then.” I gave his cock a good squeeze. “What are you waiting for? Prepare me.”

“No. I think you owe me for pretending to forget the massive number of orgasms I gave you last night.”

“Not fair.” I stuck my lip out in a fake pout, but he wouldn’t budge. “Okay. Fine. What do you want me to do?”

“Simple,” he said with an evil look in his eye. “Prepare yourself.”

I sat back with a splash. “What?”

He folded his arms across his chest. “Now.”

I closed my eyes for a second as his words swept over me and sank inside. Fuck, I loved it when he took control. Tonight I felt a little playful, too. “You’re so mean.”

“Yes.”

“And evil.”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve taken your collar off me.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But I’m the one with the cock and I’m keeping it to myself unless I get to watch.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Evil bastard.”

“I think the water’s cooling off. Maybe I’ll get out of the tub.”

“Fine. Be that way.” Acting like I was very irritated, but knowing he was well aware of how much of a turn-on this was, I hooked my legs on both sides of the tub. “Maybe I’ll just decide to finish myself off after I prepare myself adequately,” I said.

“If you think your hand and fingers are an acceptable substitution for the real thing, by all means, help yourself.”

I fake glared at him, but stroked my breasts with one hand while trailing the other between my legs. Some of the bubbles had popped, leaving him with a clear view of what I was doing. For added effect, I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I pinched a nipple.

“No you don’t.” His voice was rough. “Eyes open and on me.”

My heart pounded faster at his command. I didn’t have to listen to him. It was a Sunday night and his collar was off. But even so, I opened my eyes and met his gaze. For whatever reason, knowing I had the power to tell him ‘no’, but obeying him anyway, turned me on further.

“That’s it,” he said. “Play with that pussy. Get it ready for my dick, because I’m going to make sure this is one fuck you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.”

I whimpered.

“Whimper all you want. You need to get prepared.”

He’d only exerted that sort of control over our sex lives a handful of times with his collar off. Perhaps he knew that its rarity made it more of a turn-on. It did make me wonder, though, how would it be to wear his collar more often.

His eyes were dark with desire and he nodded with satisfaction as I stroked myself harder. “Show me how much you want it.”

Slowly, I worked myself to the point of shaking with need. I kept my gaze firmly locked on his as I moved my fingers over my body and teased my aching flesh.

He stroked himself. “Almost.”

I circled my clit with a finger, not sure I could hold out much longer. His name was a plea, “Nathaniel.”

“Yes. I think you’re finally ready. Keep your legs there.”

I groaned.

His smile was evil. “Got to make sure I satisfy your request for deep.”

He was over me and between my legs within seconds.

“Now,” I said. “Please.”

With one hard push, he buried himself inside me. I climaxed immediately around him.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped for air.

He placed a hand on either side of my head and began thrusting in and out of me. In the position I was in, I felt every glorious inch of him as he moved.

“Eight days,” he said with an inward push. “Eight days until we start the self-imposed month of celibacy.”

Bad idea, I decided. How could we possibly go a month without sex?

“I just might call in sick and tie you to the bed this week,” he said and his breath was coming in pants. “Fuck you night and day.”

“Best. Idea. Ever.”

“Damn,” he said. “If you’re still able to talk, I’m not doing my job properly.”

He redoubled his efforts, pulling out and pounding inside me once again. Then, when he was buried within me, he thrust his hips and went even deeper. Pretty soon, I wasn’t able to form coherent words in my head, much less speak them. Still he kept on, over and over. He slipped a hand below the water and teased my clit.

“Do you have more for me?” he asked with a shaky breath.

I mumbled something as another climax swept through my body. He thrust deeply and held still, caught up in his own release. Almost as soon as he was spent, he framed my face and kissed me slowly and intently. His kiss was full of promises of passion yet to come.

I tightened my arms around him as I tried to unhook my legs from the edge of the tub. “Ow.”

“Let me.” He pulled back and took my legs, massaging them before placing them on either side of him. “Better?”

“Much.”

“I don’t think I did much in the way of helping you relax.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m feeling pretty good right about now. Besides.” I ran a finger down his chest. “I haven’t thought about the wedding, or planning, or anything for at least the last hour.”

“Imagine how well I could distract you in the month before the wedding if you’d forget about this no-sex thing.”

I pushed against his shoulder. “Is that what this was about? Trying to get me to change my mind?”

“Change your mind?” He asked with a look of fake surprise. “Never. I was just helping you relieve some more of that tension you were feeling in the living room.”

“Nathaniel.”

“Okay. I thought maybe I could get you to think about changing your mind if I proved how well I could distract you.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Did it work?”

I sat up and reached for a towel. “No, but I wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted to distract me again in bed after we’ve dried off.”

He flopped back in the tub with a splash and a sigh. “I suppose I’ll take what I can get.”

“Eight days,” I said, shaking my ass. “Better get busy.”

***

It turned out to be a long month. Numerous times, I thought about giving in and changing my mind about the no-sex idea. Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on which side you looked at it from—whenever I was tempted to give in, Nathaniel held firm, and whenever he asked if I’d change my mind just this once, I was able