Page 35 of Brave
That wasn’t going to work. He wanted to hear her make noise, and those noises in particular. Those were ‘getting in the zone’ sounds. Those breathy, disbelieving hurts-so-good mewls went straight to his cock, raising it to stand pressing hard against his belly. She’d been trained to take it and, apparently, to take it silently; just one more aspect of her past training that he was going to have to break. He wanted her squirming, and he wanted to hear her whimper, gasp, and cry.
Withdrawing his finger from deep inside her, he replaced it with two, burying both deep and hard inside her.
“Someday when you’re ready, this is going to be mine,” he said, thrilled when she threw back her head, a jerk of her hips both bucking against the wand and grinding down on his hand. “You like the sound of that, do you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Someday my pussy will belong to Sir,” he encouraged.
Whimpering, she twisted her face away, and yet she thrust her legs as wide apart as she could, toes clawing into the floor as she opened herself to him completely. She tried to nod.
“Say it,” he ground the wand against her and turned the power all the way up.
“Someday my-my p-pussy will belong to Sir,” she panted, the gush of slick arousal that accompanied that shaky obedience telling him everything he needed to know.
“Say it again,” he ordered gruffly, the ache in his own cock almost more than he could ignore. This wasn’t about him. There would be plenty of time for his needs, but not until she was ready. He could wait. Until then, her heat, wetness, and the pulsing, thump of her heartbeat throbbing through the silken walls of her sex—this was more than enough. “Keep saying it. If you stop, I’ll stop.”
He fucked her with his fingers, a swift, hard rhythm that filled his office with the wet slapping of his palm butting up against her furrow and her near-panting sobs.
“My pussy belongs to Sir!” she cried out. “My pussy… belongs… please!”
He fucked her with his fingers, adding a third to make her pitch rise into those delicious notes that meant ‘more’ almost as much as it meant ‘too much’. A fourth finger filled her, stretched her, brought her to both shouting and weeping, “Please! My pussy belongs to my Sir!”
She came with him alternately thrusting and twisting the narrow squeeze of his fingers, trying to work them deeper in her convulsing flesh. Weeping, she clutched his shoulders to keep from falling while he both stroked and soothed her, turning off the wand to caress her back down from the trembling intensity of her orgasm. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t until she stammered, “I-I d-didn’t mean to c-come without permission,” that he realized these weren’t happy in the aftermath tears.
Catching her arms, he sent more than a few clothespins snapping off her as he pulled her down to sit with him on the floor. “Look at my face,” he ordered. “Do I look like I’m mad? Did I ask you to tell me before you came?”
Sniffling, she hesitantly shook her head. “No,” she said wonderingly.
“I’m not mad, baby. I’m thrilled. I’m beyond thrilled,” he corrected. “I’m going to make you come like this often. Every day. Twice daily, if I can. And I will never, ever be angry afterward, because you have never looked more beautiful to me than you do right now. One of these days, I sincerely hope I’ll get to watch this look come over you while driving you to orgasm over and over again.”
Her teary eyes softened, her mouth rounding in amazement. “Really?”
Taking her hand, he put it on his bulging cock, letting her feel the solid proof of just how aroused he was. “Sir is not a monk. Nor is he a masochist who enjoys self-denial. If a relationship with me is something you want to pursue, my end goal is going to be to have a submissive I can share myself with, and yes, that includes physically. I don’t mind waiting until you’re ready, but when that day comes, I intend to lay claim to every inch of your body. That means pussy, mouth, and ass—when I want, where I want, how I want.”
Her belly flinched, an involuntary twitch of spasm that he could feel echoing all through her body.
“What about what I want?” she whispered.
“That you have to ask that question is why we’re going to wait until you’re ready. I promise. It’s my job as your dom to always do my best to make sure your needs are being met. That is what dominance and submission is all about: One leads, one follows, and together they balance each other’s needs. You may always express your concerns to me. You will always be allowed to voice your wants, desires, and opinions. Never be afraid to talk to me, but in the end, the ultimate decision belongs to me, and when I say bend over, I expect you to get head down and ass up, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Her whole body twitched again. This time there was no mistaking it, or the peak of her nipples, one of which was still captured by its clothespin, or the shivery goosebumps that ran across her skin.
“That’s what I’m looking for,” he told her. “Black Light is fun. But even when we’re not playing games, I’m the boss and I want a partner who knows she’s second in command to no one else but me. I also want one who strives to yield, sometimes even when she doesn’t want to.”
“You don’t think it’s weird that I want that, too?” She hesitated. “After everything… him…”
“We want what we want, honey,” he replied. “You’re not weird. You’re not broken, either. You simply like what you like, and from what I’ve seen so far, we like a lot of the same things. I’d like to explore some of that with you. What do you think?”
She shivered, her nipples tight buds thrusting against his shirt. “I’d like that too.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Because this was fun, but you know you still have a punishment coming tonight, right?”
She stilled, all but for that hot pulse of her pussy as it made her belly flinch yet again, betraying more than just a casual interest in that now too. She visibly steeled herself, then nodded. “H-how do you want me?”
Pushing shyly back from him, she knelt facing him. She spread her knees open wide, exposing a cluster of stubborn clothespins and the swollen need of her clit and sex. Clasping her hands behind her back, she offered first her breasts and then, even more shyly, opened her mouth.
His cock twitched hard. “No,” he said gently, but at the same time, it was really, really hard not to like the pose.
