Too perfectly.
“Your safe word applies now, just as it always does. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Now take a seat on the coffee table and spread your legs wide for me.”
Again, I was testing her.
She did exactly as I instructed.
I leaned forward, resting one elbow on my knee while I trailed over her smooth thigh with the backs of my knuckles.
“Do you want me to touch you, Clarissa?”
“If it pleases you, Master.”
Yep. She was the perfect pet.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t looking for the perfect pet. I had my choice of those at the club. Submissives who had undergone training, learning exactly what they were supposed to learn, only forgetting one very important thing along the way. Although their objective was to please their Master, some submissives forgot to remain true to themselves. It was a delicate balance.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
Clarissa’s eyes met mine.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
A small crease marred her forehead. She was clearly confused. “Yes, Master.”
“Why? Why do you want me to touch you?”
“Because it pleases you, Master.”
“Wrong answer.”
Her eyes widened and her cupid’s-bow lips parted as she stared back at me in utter horror.
I reached for the table and pulled it closer, bringing us almost face-to-face. Clarissa’s eyes didn’t move from my face.
“From here on out,” I stated, keeping my tone soft, gentle, “I want you to answer with your gut reaction. Not what you’ve been trained to say. When I ask you a question, I expect you to think it over, then tell me in your own words how you feel. I don’t want you to tell me how I feel. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me to touch you, pet?” I repeated.
“Yes, Master.”
“Why?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes flashing with heat. “Because I want to feel your hands on me.”
“Better.” I placed my palms on her thighs, slowly gliding them up and down. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To get my hands on you?”
“No, Master. I don’t.”
“Years. And that kiss…” I still remembered that damn midnight kiss and how the woman had blown my mind. “Do you remember that night?”
“Yes, Master. I do.”
“I’ve thought about it every day since,” I admitted, needing her to know this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision for me. “Do you know what would please me?”
“No, Master.”
“It would please me to make you come.” I kept my eyes locked on hers. “With my mouth.”
Clarissa swallowed hard and I could see the desire in her eyes.
“Do you trust me, Clarissa?” That was the most important question.
“Yes, Master. I trust you.”
“Why?”
Again, she looked puzzled. I waited, wanting to hear her reasons.
Her eyes never left mine when she spoke. “Because I’ve known you for a long time. Because I’ve seen the way you interact with your submissives.”
“Not my submissives,” I corrected. “I have never had a submissive of my own. You and Troy are the only two I’ve ever wanted for myself.”
That seemed to surprise her, but she recovered quickly. “My apologies, Master. I’ve seen the way you interact with club submissives. And the people I know trust you, so I trust you.”
I wasn’t fond of her answer. I wanted her to trust me because she knew me well enough to. That would come in time, which meant Clarissa was going to be a test of my patience.
“Stand up.”
She stood.
I moved her clothes to the floor, repositioned the rectangular coffee table the opposite direction, then patted the top again.
Clarissa sat in the same position.
“Spread your legs wide,” I instructed. “Let me see the pretty pussy that now belongs to me.”
Her breath hitched, but her knees widened ever so slowly. Her eyes remained locked on my face and I held her stare.
“Breathe, pet.”
She took an audible breath and then smiled.
“Lie back,” I ordered. “Put your arms above your head.”
While she did that, I positioned her feet so that her heels were on the very edge of the wooden top, her knees wide, pussy splayed open so prettily. As I gazed at the dark curls covering her mound, I decided I wanted to see her bare. Smooth and hairless down there. It gave me an idea, but that would have to wait until later.
“In the future, I’ll take great pleasure in tying you down. But for now, I merely intend to taste.” I ran my palms over her thighs as I knelt on the floor at the end of the table. Knowing it would leave her feeling vulnerable, I continued to stare, admiring her breasts, her belly, the glistening folds of her pussy. She was wet, eager.
That fucking pleased me.
Knowing Clarissa wanted me as much as I wanted her did it for me in ways I hadn’t expected. In ways I couldn’t explain.
So many ways.
Troy
AS I SAT IN MY bedroom at Master’s house with the iPad in front of me, I continued to skim the Internet for information on BDSM. Mostly articles, some blogs, even a few videos.
