It would be fun when Becca was a teenager,but it wasn’t much help now.
Stepping back into the house, he pulled mewith him, keeping me tucked close against him. When the door was closed andlocked, he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and moved back. “Strip.”
I knew he’d already had this planned when Irealized all the curtains were closed and he had a tiny jock on the table bythe door. “Yes, Master.”
Something about taking off my clothes feltlike I was stripping off the outside world. With every piece of fabric thatfell to the floor, some of the stress I’d been carrying fell away with it. Bythe time I was standing there naked and hard, I was just Master’s submissive.
It was perfect.
As he crouched down in front of me, holdingthe scraps of fabric that made up whatever he’d bought for me, I felt lighterand all I wanted was to please him.
It should’ve felt like I was just addingmore to my to-do list, but something about obeying and serving him felt like agift he was giving me. Submission didn’t always make a lot of sense when Ithought about it logically, so I just let go of reason and soaked up thefeelings he gave to me as he dressed me for his pleasure.
When the straps were wrapped around my hipsand between my legs, decorating me more than actually covering anything, hestroked his hands over my thighs and teased around the base of my dick.“Beautiful.”
The look on his face was intent and focused,like I was a beautiful piece of artwork he’d created. The pure possession onhis face finally calmed the last of my nerves and it was like everything in myhead slowed until the worries just floated away.
Standing, Master trailed his hands up mybody, just enjoying his possession. As he got to my nipples, he took severalmoments to stroke and pinch them while I moaned and soaked up the painfulpleasure.
My dick was achingly hard by the time hefinally released them, smiling to himself. “Just a few more decorations.”
I was his creation…it was the sexiest thinganyone had ever said to me and it wasn’t really about me at all. My Master wasjust playing with the body he knew belonged to him and the rest of me was merelyalong for the ride.
It was perfect.
There were no questions about my week. Nosmall talk about how I was doing or what I needed. Master just took completecontrol and I let my mind drift away.
When his hands finally pulled away, I tooka deep breath and forced my eyes to focus on Master. I was expecting an order,but instead, he was wearing a wicked smile as he reached into his pocket andpulled out something small and shiny.
Nipple clamps.
It took a few seconds to really grasp whathe was twirling between his fingers, but once I realized what he was playingwith, the only thing I could think about was how they were going to feel. Myeyes were probably comically wide, because his grin just got more wicked, buthe was confident as he showed them off, slowly bringing the toys to my chest.
All I could do was stare and moan as herolled one nipple between his fingers before gently letting the clamp bite intome. Logically, I knew he’d picked gentle ones for a newbie because I was prettysure it could’ve hurt a lot more, but it was still incredible to see and therush of pain and pleasure had my legs shaking.
It must’ve been clear that I loved the wayhe was playing with me and just fucking with me because he chuckled as he gavemy second nipple the same treatment. I was so focused on the way they lookedand the rush of sensations that flooded through me every time I moved that Ididn’t even notice the cock restraint he must have had in his pocket until hewas wrapping it around the base of my dick.
“Perfect.” Master palmed the leather thatwas decorating my cock and smiled, hefting it a bit like he was testing a melonat the store. “I knew this would be perfect.”
He’d been planning for our next nighttogether.
It was touching and sweet even ifeverything he’d planned was sexy and controlling…hell, that might have made iteven sweeter.
“The leash I ordered for you isn’t hereyet, but we’ll play with that another time.” His words had me gaping at him ashe flicked a little metal loop on the top of the restraint. He was getting me aleash for my dick.
The sexy, slightly dark smile thatflickered over his face as he caressed my dick had a shiver racing through me.“You’re going to look incredible as I lead you through the club.”
Would he really?
The more I thought about it, the moreturned on I got, but it also made me realize nothing in the fantasy wentagainst the list of boundaries we’d gone over.
Master had a wicked imagination.
His words weren’t really a question, butthe way he was studying me said I had to say something.
“Thank you, Master.”
Thank you for telling me how sexy I’d lookas you led me in front of strangers?
