“Oh, Luci…fuck, sweetness. Your ass is so damn tight. Fuck, yes…”
Sir didn’t let up, pounding me like a man who’d been starved and finally found nourishment. I had to grip the edge of the desk to hold on, doing my best to push back against him.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Sir demanded.
“You! I belong to you, Sir!”
“Fuck yes, you do.”
His words triggered my orgasm and a few seconds later, he followed me over.
•
“When we get home, I want you to shower and change,” Sir said as he steered the truck onto the main road.
“Of course, Sir. Are we going somewhere?”
“I want to take you out to dinner tonight.”
I smiled to myself as I stared out the window. The idea of a night out on the town with him made my heart sing.
Sir was quiet for several minutes, and I tried not to fill the void with unnecessary chatter. So, when he finally spoke up, I was startled.
“Did I hurt you this afternoon, Luci?”
My smile disappeared at the concern I heard in his tone. “No, Sir. You didn’t hurt me.”
He didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes on the road.
“I enjoyed what you did,” I told him, wanting to be sure he understood. “It was hot.”
“Was it?” His eyes cut over to me briefly.
“Absolutely.” I decided to be honest. “I actually love moments like that. When you can’t seem to hold back. Then you command my submission… I live for those moments.” And that was true. I honestly craved when Master and Sir turned their dominance on me.
Sir reached over and took my hand, twining our fingers together. I was surprised by his vulnerability, although I wasn’t sure why that was. He was a man, like any other. Just because he was a Dominant didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about the same things most men worried about.
I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and settled into my seat, enjoying the moment.
As soon as we arrived at his house, I hurried to take a shower. Since I had no idea where he was taking me, I wrapped myself in a towel while I did my makeup and dried my hair. When I was finished, I went in search of him.
Sir was sitting in the living room with his phone to his ear, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee. He looked relaxed, sexy. The second he saw me, he motioned me over, then pointed toward the table in front of the sofa.
I sat down facing him, waiting patiently.
Rather than get off the phone, Sir leaned forward, then unhooked the towel that had been fastened over my breasts.
He smiled when it fell away, leaving me naked before him.
“Yes, I’m taking her out to dinner.”
I don’t think Sir knew how happy it made me that he was taking me out on a date. Although we spent a lot of time together and we had been out on a date before, it felt different this time.
“No can do. Tonight she’s all mine.”
That made me feel even better.
“A movie?” Sir met my gaze. “That’s rather vanilla, don’t you think?”
I watched him intently. I didn’t mind vanilla one bit. Although, I got the feeling that Sir could easily turn a vanilla movie date into something rather erotic. It excited me to think about it.
“If her nipples are anything to go by, I’d say she likes that idea.”
I glanced down. Sure enough, my nipples had pebbled.
“I’ll leave that up to her. If she goes for it, I’ll text you and let you know.”
Now my curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know what devious idea Sir had come up with.
Unfortunately, the man liked to keep me waiting, because he hung up the phone, set it on the cushion beside him, then continued to look at me, his eyes heating as he took in my nakedness.
“This is a very nice look for you,” he said absently, his gaze slowly traveling back up to my face.
I grinned. “I was actually coming to ask you what I should wear. I don’t know where we’re going, so I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“I’d like to see you in one of your long black skirts and the burgundy corset.”
Hmm. I hadn’t thought to pair up the fetish wear with anything else, but I liked the idea.
“You can wear your heeled black boots. No panties.”
I already had the perfect skirt in mind, so I bounced up to my feet.
“Hold on, pet. I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”
Before I turned away, I paused, standing directly in front of Sir.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my stomach, his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh.
“Are you wet?” He didn’t seem to need an answer, choosing to check for himself.
His fingers were gentle as he probed me.
“You are.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said around a moan as he fingered me slowly, leisurely, as though we had all the time in the world.
