His To Control
William watched as Gabriel left followed by the Steer brothers. Both David and Paul hugged Daisy before leaving. There was progress. It was slow, but at least it was progress.
“I’ve got a date with some very powerful Doms. I’m going to go and see how they can fix our problem. Enjoy,” Edward said.
Peter excused himself.
They were alone at last. William walked over to where she stood. Her hands shook as she placed each glass back under the bar. He took hold of her hand before she got the chance to clean another glass.
“How are you, pet?” he asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Talk to me,” he said, placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head back to look at him. “Do I need to punish you to get the truth out of you?”
She sagged against him. “I’m mixed. I’m happy that she’s gone out of my life and sad that even after everything she has done, I still want her to love me.”
He saw her eyes were clear from tears. “I know, pet.”
“Should I be upset because she didn’t care enough about me?”
“I think some people would be. You’re not some people. You’re Daisy McAllister.” He wrapped his arms around her. She sighed then buried her head against his shoulder.
“I love you, William.”
“I know.”
William took her hand and led her through to his home.
“I need to finish preparing, William.”
“No, you don’t. We’re not open for tonight. You’ve got all the time in the world to prepare everything. For now, you’re my woman, my pet, and I want to play with you.”
He took a second to stare at her. Her ni**les were hard buds pressing against her shirt; her eyes had dilated, and her lips were parted. She was aroused and ready for him.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
He locked the connecting door to his home and took her up the stairs to the attic. For the past few days while she’d been working, he had spent the time converting his attic and putting the finishing touches to his playroom. He liked to be different. Most play rooms were in the basement. He liked the view from the top window that had been installed by the previous owners. Also, it was far enough away so no one could hear.
William walked up to the attic. He’d left a black sash, and he tied the length of silk over her eyes. She gasped, her hands finding his as he unlocked the door and led her through to his playroom.
He took her over to the chair he’d installed that opened her legs wide. The technical term was a doctor’s chair. He loved the device and couldn’t wait to f**k her on it.
“I want you to trust me, pet.”
“I do trust you, Master.”
“I’m going to remove your clothes. No peeking, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
William removed each item and was careful in making sure he did not touch any part of her body. She whimpered and moaned but stayed still as he picked her up in his arms and placed her on the chair. Her body was shaking as he placed the cuff over her hands and ankles, locking her into place. The chair was locked into the floor. The original owners had converted the attic properly.
He ran his hands over her body. She was so beautiful with all of her ripe curves and full br**sts. His c**k thickened with the need to f**k her and to take her.
“I’m going to remove the sash. I don’t want you to talk.”
She sucked her lips in to stop herself from talking.
The sash was removed, and he stared into her glorious green eyes. Her red hair cascaded around her shoulder in a mass of fiery heat. His gaze moved over her body. Her pu**y was visible, as well as her arousal. She was wet for him already.
“You look so damn beautiful, Daisy.” He ran his hand down her body enjoying the feel of her as she tried to push against his hand. Her tits filled his hands, the buds of her ni**les grazing his skin. He left her for a moment to retrieve the nipple clamps he’d purchased for her. “What do you say when you want me to stop?” he asked.
“Red, Sir.”
“Good. Use it if you need to.”
“I will, Sir.”
He smiled, his titles making his c**k pulse. She knew what to say to make him horny.
He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned, her legs sawing together.
William tutted, moving down to her ankles. “I think we need to fix that problem,” he said.
The chair was designed to open her feet wide. He opened the feet and lifted them like stirrups. She was open to him. Her scent aroused him further. She whimpered but did not say her safe word.
He sucked her nipple back into his mouth, and then when she was wet and hard, he placed the clamp over her nipple. She moaned, her back arching up to some invisible touch. He ran his hand down her body and dipped his finger into her wet heat. She pulled his finger inside, her tight, snug pu**y gripping him like a fist. William added a second finger and then a third. She moaned. The sound was like a slice of heaven to him. Perfect, beautiful, and serene.
William moved round the chair and did the same with the second nipple clamp. He dipped his fingers inside her damp cunt and spread her open.
“Lick them,” he said, pressing his fingers to her lips. She licked each digit clean.
“Good.” He left the table and removed his clothing as he grabbed some lubrication and a dildo.
“How are you feeling, pet?” he asked.
“Perfect, Sir.”
He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her lips. The love he felt for her couldn’t be masked or denied. He kept the words to himself because he would know when the right moment to tell her came along.
After he removed the clamps from her ni**les, he sucked the bruised tips into his mouth, sucking her deep.
She cried out but didn’t speak or shout her safe word at him. He was so proud of her. Daisy McAllister was a natural submissive. He’d seen it inside her instantly. She responded best to instructions. She was his to control. The age difference was an issue for some, but with Daisy it didn’t feel like an issue. He wanted her so damn much. How could anything that felt as natural as breathing be wrong?
He walked down to the end of the chair and pulled her waist to the edge of the chair. It was only a few inches. The chair had plenty of give for her to move if she wanted to. She smiled down at him as he lubricated the small c**k he’d gotten from his box of goodies. Yvette had supplied him with an anal starter kit, which came with a small c**k suited for what he wanted.
“I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do, Daisy. If at any time you don’t like or want what I’m going to do, say ‘red’, and we’ll discuss it,” he said.