Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender #2)(13)
Author: Ava Claire

I crossed my arms. “When we’re in the scene, you will address me as Sir. Failure to do so is disrespectful and will be punished accordingly. And when I speak to you, I want your hands behind your back and your eyes always on me. Understood?”

I saw societal conventions and feminist theory balking in her head. At face value, I got it. To an outsider, a woman being submissive to her lover flew in the face of equality. But this wasn’t a college lecture hall…this was my bedroom. And there was nothing sexier than a woman that knew her body and what it needed and had the strength to admit it needed something kinky and taboo.

I narrowed my eyes, still waiting for her answer. Finally, she raised her chin and replied clear as a bell, “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” I put her to the test. “Now take off your clothes.”

I expected wide eyes. Or a peevish, ‘All of them?’. Instead, she scrambled out of her clothes like she couldn’t get out of them fast enough. Standing before me, every part of her bare and perfect, she quickly covered herself as best she could with her arms, blushing hard. I circled behind her, drinking up the round curve of her bottom before I smacked her right ass cheek. She gasped, out of shock more than pain. She’d already forgotten a rule which meant I had the right to do much more, but I wouldn’t throw her in the deep end just yet.

I leaned down, my lips level to her ear. I waited a moment, slowly rubbing the area I spanked until her muscles relaxed. “Hands behind your back until I say otherwise.”

She promptly obeyed. “Yes sir.”

I kissed her shoulder. She was learning quickly. “Remain here, eyes forward. I’ll be just a moment.”

I left her, striding toward the closet. I paused, throwing a quick look over my shoulder to see if she was tempted to disobey, but her eyes were steadfast on the bed. I swear I could see the gears churning, smell her arousal for what was to come from several feet away.

I couldn’t wait to take her.

I stepped into the closet, my eyes dropping to the leather chest tucked neatly against the wall. I lifted the heavy lid and scanned the erotic contents. Handcuffs, silk rope, floggers and a riding crop. I had sterile items that were still in the packaging, butt plugs that ranged from ‘this is my first time’ to ‘stretch me to the max’. Bullet vibrators. I smiled and picked up the nipple clamps and grabbed the role of bondage tape. My erection tented the front of my pants to the point of discomfort, so I shed them and got back to my little sub.

She was still looking forward, her side profile a journey of small and wide curves. She hitched a breath when I gripped her ass, nipping her shoulder as I bit back a growl. God, she was beautiful like this. Tailor made for me with her pert little tits and her round h*ps and ass.

I showed her the items I would be using on her, holding up the round circle of black tape first. “This is bondage tape.” She arched an eyebrow and I answered the question before she even asked it. “It looks like duct tape, but it adheres to itself. When—” I smiled darkly. “If I remove it, you won’t experience discomfort.”

Her eyes flickered to the clamps, then doubled in size.

I opened the pincher and closed it. “These, I’m afraid, can be just as fearsome as they look.”

Her lips parted, nostrils flaring with worry.

I cupped her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She nibbled her bottom lip. “This is insane, but yes. Sir,” she added quickly.

I scooped her hair behind her shoulders, her milky white tits and ni**les begging to be touched tenderly and torturously. I decided to go with the second item first. I held her right breast and closed the clamp around her pink peak. She howled in pain until I adjusted it and when I looked into her eyes I saw a feral need that clawed inside me too. As much as I wanted to leave it unspoken, communication was important and necessary during play.

“How do you feel?”

She swallowed hard. “It hurts…but it hurts so good,” she sighed.

I pulsed behind my boxers as I applied the clamp to her second nipple. Her shuddering and hissing of pain melted into a suppressed moan of need. Her heavy breathing made her br**sts shudder and the silver chain glittered and swayed ever so slightly.

I pried my eyes away from how beautifully erotic she looked and stepped behind her, wrapping her wrists in the tape. I left her a small range of motion, but tight enough that she knew her place.

I took a picture of her in my mind, something to remember this moment, and her beautiful submission by.

I pulled off my boxers. “Look at what you do to me.”

She looked down and a smile spread across her lips. I was so hard, my balls tight and ready for release, but I had two holes to f**k before I’d let go.

I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking my c**k as she stroked it with her eyes. “Come suck me.”

She walked over to me and before she lowered to her knees I gave her nipple clamp chain a tug that she answered with a groan.

She sunk to her knees, pulling at the hands tied behind her back, clearly used to taking charge when she gave head. But I held the shaft, guiding it into her open mouth. Her lips wrapped around me and pleasure shot through me like a bullet. Her mouth was warm and cradled me, drawing her lips up and down my shaft; wetting me with her tongue, her saliva coating me as she sucked. I held the sides of her head, thrusting deeper. Slowly at first, letting her breathe and get used to my thickness, then faster and without mercy. I wanted to come, explode in her mouth, but I wanted to be inside her. I wanted her to ride me.

I fisted her hair and pulled her mouth from me, holding her gaze. “Ride me.”

Her lips were red and lush and I could tell she was wondering about the logistics with her hands behind her back. I snapped her out of her thoughts, tugging on the clamps until her mouth opened in a silent cry of pain and elation.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I said sternly. I released the chain. “Climb on top and ride me.”

I eased backward onto the bed, holding my c**k steady as she rose to her feet. She was unsure of herself at first, getting used to her binds. She slowly climbed onto the bed.

“Melissa.” She looked up at me, her nerves branded all over her body. I gave her a reassuring smile.  “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, but I saw the smile as she straightened her spine. I saw her beautiful pu**y, a thin strip of golden hair glistening with her desire as she posed one knee on the bed and angled her body above mine. Still biting her lip, she slowly lowered herself. I guided myself inside her, pleasure storming every sense. We both savored the feeling, me sheathed completely inside of her, our bodies as close as two bodies can be.