I could hear him moving as he stood and started walking around the room. “Wait just like that for me.”
“Yes, Master.” I closed my eyes and let the pleasure from the words wash over me. I was still nervous, and I knew there was a lot that could still go wrong, but I wanted it. I wanted the peace and the pleasure that came from knowing I didn’t have to do anything but what my master said.
Everything was simple and perfect. Houston was in charge. It was relaxing, but it also gave me a purpose beyond work and friends. I’d missed the simple act of waiting. As I’d knelt on the floor, waiting for him to walk through the door, I’d been nervous, but there’d also been a calm that had settled over me. Especially when he’d walked in the door and had known immediately what I was trying to show him.
And nothing I’d told him had scared him off.
There’d been no lecture about bi just being a label for a guy who couldn’t admit he was gay, and no freaking out because of course being bi meant I couldn’t settle down with just one person. And thank fuck, no losing his marbles about anything I’d already done. People’s idea of BDSM could be so rigid that the idea of my previous mistress giving me to someone else would have made them incredibly uncomfortable.
Houston had just taken everything in stride and wanted to know how I’d felt about it. That was it.
“Someone’s not waiting very patiently; I think your mind’s started to wander.” Houston’s voice made me jump, and I fought to be still.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Deciding that being honest might get me some points, I continued, “I was thinking about you.”
His hand gripped my ass and started kneading one cheek. He made a low hum, but I couldn’t decide if it was in pleasure or if he was just thinking. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to butter me up or not, Pet, but I think a little reminder about being a good boy for me is in order.”
Thank fuck.
The squeeze of his hand let me know what he was thinking. My head dropped lower and a shiver of excitement raced up my spine. My words were needy and tinged with desperation. There was no way to hide how much I wanted it. “I’m sorry, Master. Please help me be good for you.”
Please spank me.
Please.
Even just a little.
I wanted the heat racing through me, and I wanted to feel his touch and know he was marking me as his. Yes, it’d been too long since I’d been bent over like this, but it was the last couple of days living with him that had pushed me to the edge so quickly.
The constant unknown had been incredibly stressful, and wanting him but knowing I couldn’t have the fantasies running through my head had been wearing. When what I wanted was right in front of me, and so close I could almost taste it, exhaustion had been a constant companion.
I’d slow down and think eventually, that was inevitable. But for that moment, I was just going to enjoy it. Nothing I’d seen in Houston made me uneasy or wary. It might not work out or we could end up needing different things, but he wasn’t someone I wanted to run from.
The flash of pain that went through me as his hand came down the first time quickly turned to heat and desire. I couldn’t hold back the desperate moan that broke out of me. Houston gave a low laugh, and his hand struck my ass again on the opposite cheek.
“This is what you need, isn’t it? You’re going to look so good with my marks on your ass. You’re going to remember me every time you sit down for a while, aren’t you?” I could hear the wicked smile in his voice, and I knew how much he loved it.
“Yes, Master.” I did my best to push the words out clearly, but between the desire and the heat, it was hard to concentrate.
He peppered my ass with his hand, spreading the smacks over the entire surface but making sure to get the sensitive seat just above my legs. I would probably ache tomorrow; it wasn’t enough to actually hurt, that wasn’t the point, but I would feel it in every movement, even after the marks had faded.
“Such a sexy ass, made for spanking.” Houston paused long enough to run his fingers over my skin, sending shivers through me. My cock was already half-hard, even though I’d just come, but it felt too good not to respond.
When his fingers trailed over the crack in my ass and over my hole, I moaned again. He laughed, and I got a rough squeeze of one cheek before he went back to exploring my body. Everything was sensitive and every nerve on edge, so the lightest flicker of his finger sent waves of pleasure through me.
I fought to stay still, but low sounds escaped and my legs shook from the effort. I got one last pat to my ass, and he moved away from me. “Spread your legs wider, Pet. I have something here that’s going to make sure we have a veryproductiveconversation.”
Shit.
Forcing my feet to move, leaving me open to his gaze, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to stay still. Curiosity was warring with the need to be good for him, and I wasn’t sure which would win.
The sound that came from behind me was unmistakable—lube.
The pop of the top, the perfectly dirty sound as he squirted it out. I tried to relax, but I was too excited, too worked up to make my muscles listen. One slick finger circled around my tight pucker, and I felt his other hand cup my ass, rubbing slowly over the still-heated skin.
“You look so incredible like this. I could keep going, and I think you could too. But I have some questions for you. We’re going to talk about limits, and I’m going to figure out exactly what you need.” His words should have been easy and almost sweet, but they were heated and filled with need.
When his finger finally pushed gently against my opening, I fought to relax and let him in. I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d been fantasizing about him for days and about being taken like that for a lot longer. I wanted to beg him to go faster, but I knew that would be stupid. That would just ensure I’d have to wait longer.
