By His Command (House of Submission 2)

‘Can we seal the deal?’ I whispered.

‘Absolutely.’

He made me strip for him in a different way, slowly, looking him in the eye with each new baring of skin. I had to cup my breasts for him when my bra came off and rub my thumbs over my nipples to make them stand straight.

I had also to keep my knickers around my ankles and turn my back to him, bending down low so that my pussy lips spread wide of their own accord, revealing everything to his view. Or not quite everything, because I was also expected to part my bottom cheeks with my hands and show him the little tight pucker inside.

‘Mm,’ he said, sitting on the bed still fully clothed, eyes fixed on me. ‘Still marked.’

‘Yes, sir.’ I could feel the bruises under my fingertips.

‘I want your arse,’ he said, contemplatively, ‘but I want to see your face while I’m having it. This makes for a challenge, but I think you’re equal to it. Get on the bed, on your back, arms up above your head.’

I lay down as instructed and he took a pair of cuffs from his luggage and secured my wrists to the wrought-iron headboard. He seemed to have packed nothing but sex aids, because the next thing he took out was a bottle of lube and a vibrator. Whether he had any clothes in there remained unknown.

He slid a pillow, then another one, underneath my coccyx, raising my bottom and pussy to an angle he approved, then he took off his clothes, every now and then asking me to perform some task such as raising my legs in the air or spreading them wider.

‘Are you wet?’ he asked, once he was naked.

I nodded.

‘Why are you wet?’

‘I’m thinking of what you’re going to do to me.’

‘Right. And that makes you wet.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘What am I going to do to you?’

‘What you said …’

‘That won’t do,’ he reminded me sharply, smacking the inside of one of my thighs. ‘Be specific.’

‘You’re going to have my arse, sir.’

‘Yes, I am. And that’s not all. Get those legs as wide as you can now.’

I lay with them splayed so far apart my muscles ached while he turned on the vibrator and ran it over and around my clit.

‘Nice?’ he asked, upping the vibrations.

I nodded between hectic breaths.

‘Want it harder? Want to come?’

I nodded again and he withdrew it.

‘Tough,’ he said with a blinding smile. ‘Not yet. You know who’s in charge here, don’t you?’

‘Yes, sir. It’s you, sir.’

‘Now and for as long as you wear that necklace, your sex is mine.’

The vibrator buzzed back into life and he flicked it over my greedy pussy again, teasing me until I was gasping and on the point of begging for mercy.

‘Your face is bright red,’ he said casually, taking it away again. ‘Are you close?’