Page 68 of Crave Me
“Want to find out?” A glint of something wicked flashed in his eyes.
My body chilled, not from the water. I hadn’t crossed anything like that off when we’d done our contract. And here he was, offering me something else to explore. There was no way to find out if I wanted it without trying.
“Maybe.”
Simon rolled his lips together, his eyes dropping to my pebbled nipples, my body exposed through the water.
“Get out of the tub then, sub.” His demeanor changed. The wicked glint turned domineering. Despite the cooling bath water, an ache bloomed at the center of my thighs.
He stood from the tub and twisted, grabbing a towel from the heated rack before turning back and holding it for me.
I had a moment to decide if this was something I wanted to do, but what did I have to lose? I stepped out of the tub and he wrapped me in the towel, tucking it between my breasts before putting space between us.
“When you’re done drying yourself, come to the bedroom.” He opened the door to the bathroom, glanced at me over his shoulder. “And do it crawling, naked. Kneel when you’re at the edge of the bed. Present yourself to me.”
This was insane. Who asked to be treated like an animal like he’d described? Gabby’s blissful expression being led away flashed in my mind and the answer came to me.
This girl did.
“Yes, sir.” I nodded. “I will sir, and thank you for the towel.”
I quickly dried off, using the towel to squeeze the excess water out of my hair. The wet hair on my back cooled my skin, and I used my fingers to comb through my locks.
Dropping to the floor, I cringed at the coolness of the tile as my knees and palms pressed against it. It was hard and unyielding on my knees and they ached as I crawled across the bathroom into the bedroom. I didn’t sense him in the bedroom when I entered, but I kept my head facing forward, toward where he’d directed me. Once I was in position, I lifted myself to my knees. Assuming he’d come from that direction, I turned toward the door leading to his hallway, and kneeled like he’d taught me. Naked, knees wide, hands clasped behind my back. I dropped my head and waited.
Perhaps I’d made a mistake in mentioning a collar. Collared subs were typically owned, the significance of the collar highly regarded, equally if not more so, than a wedding ring. It signified commitment to not only each other, but to full submission for as long as the Dom or Master held the key to the lock. Simon and I were just training. At some point, he’d give me over to another Dom.
Tears stung my eyes and I quickly sniffed them back just as he stepped into the room.
I dropped my gaze so he couldn’t see the emotions I knew were so clearly visible on my face.
“Why did you like the collar, sub?”
Rolling my shoulders back to relax, I shook my head. “I’m not sure, sir. It might just be because it was obvious how much she trusted him. How much he loved her.”
The admission made my eyes sting again. The revelation hit me swift and deep. I wanted what they had and I wanted it with Simon. I loved Simon, it was a love deeper than a crush and I’d loved him for so long I knew now it would never fade.
“I see.” He didn’t. He couldn’t.
I would have to find a way to hide my feelings for him.
“Crawl to me.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me. Yellow or red or do what you’re told.”
I’d already discarded the option of safe-wording. Falling forward, I placed my palms on the carpet and slowly moved toward him. My movements were stiff and uncertain, the carpet rough beneath me, but as I moved closer, warmth fell over me, something I hadn’t expected. This didn’t feel demeaning or embarrassing like I’d anticipated. Simon asked me to do this and I trusted him. Submitting to him allowed me to get outside my own mind, to think of him and pleasing him, and when I was in the right headspace, all the fragmented pieces inside of me clicked together.
I reached him and stayed where I was, unsure if I was supposed to kneel.
“Turn around.”
My nerves frazzled. He kept me on edge and flipped the game so frequently I never knew what to expect.
When I was in position, his warm hand pressed against my shoulder blades. “Face and breasts on the ground, arms flat by your feet. I want to see your ass.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered and dropped my face to the carpet. As soon as I was where he’d told me to be, he popped open a bottle of lube. “Sir?”
