Page 21 of Road Runner's Ride
If she had offered him the word he wanted, he would have allowed her to assume the coveted submissive role. Instead she had called him “sir,” which placed him on a level where he could literally be anyone. Anyone she agreed to serve in a scene would be given the same title. Even on a service night, she would call a hundred different Doms and Dommes “sir,” or “madame,” and the knowledge galled him. Tonight was to be a lesson for Joselyn, but if Aurelie demanded a reminder of what they were to each other, of what he wanted to be to her, then he would gladly provide that, too.
Inside the room, he walked her to the middle of the open floor, murmuring as he uncoiled her fingers from his arm, “Stand here, little one.” He moved in front of her, stepping close, and ran a hand down each of her arms, circling her wrists with his fingers, squeezing lightly. Leaning in, he traced a circle on her bare shoulder with the tip of his nose while he brought her arms behind her. Gripping tightly, he mimicked the feel of restraints for a moment, then crossed her wrists at the small of her back. “Palm to palm, please,” he instructed, feeling muscles shift in her arms as she followed his direction.
With one leg, he pushed his knee deep between her legs, lifting to press the widest part of his thigh against her core. “Widen your stance.” She shifted, sliding her feet another few inches apart. Mouth near her neck, he could see her pulse pounding underneath her skin, see how her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. “Breathe. Peace, little one.” Pulling in a loud, deliberate breath, he saw her shoulders relax a fraction of an inch as she breathed with him. “Beautifully done. Again with me, please.” Repeating the actions took only seconds, but he could hear how she had steadied in those moments. “Perfection.”
Stepping back, he released his hold on her, staring at her face while her gaze trailed to the floor. Chin tipped down, the angle of her neck was elegant. Her face wasn’t expressionless but peaceful. She’d found her center again. “Perfection,” he repeated and her shoulders lifted with a deep breath, repeating the exercise solo as he’d intended. “Do you trust me?” Her gaze didn’t waver, didn’t lift in question, and the crown of her head dipped towards him an inch, then rose again.No, baby. I need to hear you. “You may speak in response.”
He was giving her another chance to grant him the title she’d used in the past. He knew it was probably futile, but still hoped she would follow through this time so he could follow the path he’d laid out with Kris.
Kevin stifled a sigh when he heard her response, “Yes, Sir. I trust you.”
Sir, he thought,I hate that nearly as much asmon amie.
He forced himself to keep his footsteps to a casual stroll as he walked to the door, closing it firmly. Hand on the speaker switch, he adjusted it so those close to the viewing window could hear everything said, but he and Aurelie, inside the room, would hear nothing from outside. He didn’t want anything to distract or distress his submissive tonight.
I’m glad I haven’t used her name. My submissive may be all she wants to be. Not my Aurelie. That knowledge twisted in his gut, but he ignored it.
Movement in the window caught his attention, and he angled his eyes that direction, seeing Kris’ signal. Joselyn was being steered towards the room. Time to get Aurelie warmed up.
Approaching her slowly, Kevin rolled his head, arching his neck back and forth. “Sub, what is your stop word?” He was close enough to see Aurelie swallow hard, and he thought she might not answer him. She had taught him the usage of safewords in Paris, but they had never been spoken during their play. Including one now would signal to her that the evening might not be going the direction she expected from her assigned preparation work. He paused a moment, waiting, then prompted her, “If you cannot articulate your word, then we will be unable to play.” Kevin attempted to keep his tone warm but knew an edge of command had crept in when she shivered.
“Rouge,” she said, her voice trembling.
“I wonder at your readiness to play, sub.” Kevin stayed behind her, away from even the edges of her vision. He could see the skirt of her dress swaying, set in motion by her shivers. “Not even an honorific for your…me.” He stumbled intentionally over the word selection, because if she couldn’t even call him Sir, he wouldn’t give himself any title, not Dom and certainly not Master.
“Sir!” The word came from her mouth on a near sob, and Kevin carefully unclenched his fists.I might not be fit to play, he thought, but feared stopping things here would strip Aurelie of any confidence she had gained in his care these past days. “My safeword isrouge, Sir.”
“Rouge,” he repeated softly, gently. “If my sub saysrouge,then we have found the outer limits of her comfort as she knows it. Would you like to know our game tonight, sub?” Aurelie’s head dipped and rose, the tail of her braided hair skimming the top edge of her dress. Thick and gorgeous, the plait lay along her spine, and Kevin reached up and traced the prominent knobs of her vertebra from her hairline down to the fabric that crossed just at her shoulder blades. “Yes, you would like to know.” One fingertip dusted across her skin, trailing side to side. “Our game tonight is pleasure—” He leaned forwards, lips to the exposed flesh of her shoulder, and set his teeth to work, scraping along the edge of her spine. “—and patience.”
Aurelie shivered, a rippling movement of her muscles that combined with her soft vocalization of anticipation. “Wherever this goes, sub,”—thumb and finger to the zipper, he began navigating the sweep of the fabric along her curves, keeping the touch of his skin on hers light and irregular—“you can be assured that you will experience pleasure—” Placing his mouth on the pale flesh at the nape of her neck, he kissed softly, laving her skin with his tongue before pulling back and blowing a stream of air across the dampness, smiling at her full-body shiver in response. “—as long as you exercise patience.”
Kevin abandoned words for a time. Letting his hands graze her back, he skimmed gently from her shoulder blades to the swell of her ass, and spread the edges of the fabric. Gripping her hands, he urged them apart, separated her clutching fingers, and arranged her limbs to lay along her sides. Raising his hands, he rounded the curve of her shoulders to where the straps supported the dress, dragging them to the outside and allowing the entire garment to drop to the floor. As instructed, Aurelie wore nothing underneath, and seeing her naked, Kevin’s cock filled with blood, fattening and pushing against his jeans.Down, boy. That’s not part of the plan tonight.
Crowding in behind her, he pressed his clothed body tight to her naked one, allowing himself a single gentle thrust against her ass, ensuring she felt his erection.No harm in teasing both of us. “Are you comfortable, sub?”
At his continued use of the correct, but impersonal word, her head jerked to one side. Not a lot, but enough to tell him she found it not to her liking. Aurelie’s lips parted, her tongue slid out to lap at her bottom lip, then her teeth ran across the plump flesh. “Yes, Sir.”
Not working on me this time. When she had knowingly topped from the bottom, back when he didn’t have a clue what he was doing, she would use subtle behaviors like that to pull him from a path she didn’t want to follow, and onto one she did. In this case, she would want the one where he more actively touched or fondled her, one where he kissed her and called her his darling.Not today, subbie.
“Good,” he responded without pause, running one palm up her side from waist to ribs, then down, caressing her ass as he slid his hand around and underneath. “Sub, do you enjoy pain?” Thumb and finger to the inside of her thigh, he didn’t bear down, simply applied enough pincer pressure to hold an inch of flesh tightly. “Are you a masochist and have failed to negotiate for your desires?”
“No, Sir.” That immediate answer was loud and firm. The way her ass squirmed told him she wanted to get away from his fingers but didn’t want to displease.
“Do you trust me, sub?” The repeat of the question soothed her, and she nodded. He released his grip, and moved to her pussy, spreading her lips with his fingers before he dipped them inside, wetting them in the evidence of her earlier arousal. “Then there is pleasure, because you have been quite patient.” Deep and fast, he fingered her from behind, plunging in and out, the sound eclipsed in erotic appeal only by the scent of her release on the air. With one hand on her waist holding her against him, he pushed deep and scissored his fingers while his thumb pushed and prodded at her pucker, gliding across the sensitive nerve endings. Working her up, and up, winding the tension of pleasure tightly. He measured the moment, holding onto it as long as he could before removing his hands from her body and taking a single step backwards, abruptly leaving her standing alone, weaving drunkenly back and forth.
The sound deep in her chest was more of a pained groan than a moan, but she maintained discipline and kept her mouth closed and her hands at her sides. “Pleasure, yes?” Her head jerked once, twice, then she nodded slowly. “Yes, pleasure, because you were truthful. Our game is best played with honesty, yes?” With a harsh indrawn breath, she nodded again.
Her whispered, “Yes, Sir,” caused Kevin to clench his teeth as he moved forwards.
Flush against her back once more, he reached around and cupped a breast in one hand, his other palm flattened against her belly, sliding down, down, down to the juncture of her thighs. “Yes, pleasure.” Thumb sweeping across her nipple, he ground the heel of his hand into her clit, pressing hard and moving swiftly, alternating the rubbing motion of up and down with side to side. Fingers threading through her pussy lips, he dipped shallowly into her channel, her slick liquid soothing and smoothing the way. Gently tugging her nipple, he carefully clamped down, squeezing and releasing in time with the movement of his hand on her clit. “Pleasure, sub? Is this pleasurable? Do you trust me with your pleasure?”
“Yes,” she panted, “Sir.”
“Is it painful? Do you want to tell me your word to stop our play?” Pinching his fingers tighter on her nipple, he added his teeth to the column of her throat, sucking and biting. “One breath and it all ceases, needing only that single sound from you to stop. Are you ready to stop, sub? Is this painful?”
“No, Sir.”
“Beautiful honesty, I tolerate nothing less.” Kevin could feel her muscles tighten, her breath rasping in her throat, and looked down to see her hand curling into a fist. He gave her another hard press and shift on her clit, then removed both hands and stepped backwards. As before, her light groan of disappointment and frustration hit the air as soon as he moved, but she made no demands from him. “Sub, do you want more? Do you trust me?”
