Author: Tara Sue Me
His hands held her waist as he entered her with a forceful thrust that slammed her into the table. Immediately, he pulled out and spanked her so hard she yelped.
“I told you to hold on,” he said. “If I have to tell you again, you won’t like what happens. ”
She wasn’t going to find out what that would entail. She pressed forward as far as she could, grabbing hold of the end of the table.
“That’s better. ”
When he thrust into her the second time, she was better prepared. True to his word, he pounded into her hard and deep. Each stroke of his c**k stretched and pushed her toward another orgasm.
“Sir!” she shouted as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.
“Like that?” His voice was breathless, but he drove into her over and over, each time hitting that very spot she needed.
“Yes!” she managed to get out right before she came with such intensity her vision went black for a few seconds.
Daniel followed soon after, holding still deep inside her, his fingers digging into her waist. He stayed pressed against her for several minutes, breathing heavy.
“Are you okay?” he asked, moving away and stroking her back.
She took a deep breath. “That was . . . intense. ”
She heard a rustle of clothes and then he spoke. “Stay here and don’t move or get up. I’ll be right back. ”
Even if she wanted to disobey, she couldn’t. She didn’t believe she could talk any of her body parts into moving. It was as if she’d turned into stone and didn’t have the strength to do anything but wait for Daniel to return.
She sighed. Her backside stung pleasantly and there was a familiar ache between her legs. One that reminded her just how good it felt to be with him.
“Happy sigh?” he asked, coming behind her and rubbing an unscented cream over her sore bottom.
“Yes. ”
He worked his way slowly up her body, massaging and kissing every part of her. His hands were warm and it felt as if she sank into the table.
“I was so stupid to let you go,” she whispered.
He kissed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. “But how absolutely brilliant of you to come back,” he said with a teasing smile. “Can you stand?”
“If you hold me. ”
“Always. ”
He helped her up from the table and gently pulled her close. She settled herself into his arms, tucking her head under his chin. How had she ever thought she could live without this?
“I love you, Daniel,” she whispered against his chest.
“Julie. ” He lifted her head so their eyes met. “I love you so much. ”
His lips brushed hers. Her arms slipped around his neck. All was as it should be.
• • •
Later that night, they sat at Julie’s kitchen table eating Chinese takeout. Speaking her mind had gotten easier, but there was something she wanted to discuss and she didn’t know how to bring it up.
“Something bothering you?” Daniel asked, as if reading her mind.
“How do you do that?”
“Part of being a Dominant is being observant and I know you well enough to know when something’s on your mind. Will you share what’s troubling you?”
She looked down at her plate and piled up her remaining rice. They had only been back together a few weeks, so she wondered if maybe she should wait.
No, she told herself, she needed to know now.
She glanced up at Daniel, who waited with infinite patience. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said.
There was no way around it. She put her fork down and cleared her throat. “In the past when you . . . with your previous . . . did you . . . ah, hell. ”
He pushed back from the table, stood up, and held out his hand. “Let’s go sit down and see if we can get to the bottom of what has you tongue-tied. ”
They made it into her living room, where he sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap. She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of him and delighting in the feel of his arms around her.
“Let’s try again,” he said. “What was bothering you at dinner?”
She ran a finger down his arm, lightly brushing the hair on his forearm. “With your collared submissives, I know you said bedroom and playroom only, but are there, were there, rules? Things you expected?” She turned so she could look at him. He’d been right—it was easier to talk sitting on the couch, touching him. “I guess I’m looking for what the setup was like. The basics. ”
A look of momentary shock covered his face, but it was soon replaced with an easy grin. “Thank you for being honest. The truth is, the setup is what the people involved say it is. It won’t be the same from couple to couple. ”
“But don’t you have certain, I don’t know, expectations?”
“Everything’s negotiable. ”
“Okay, so what would be on the list you first brought to the table?” she asked. “If I were to wear your collar. ”
“What would be on my most wanted list?” At her nod, he continued. “For starters you would wear my collar every day. In fact, it would be locked around your neck and only I would have the key. ”
She nodded. That didn’t sound so bad. In fact, she liked the sound of it.
“You would call me ‘Master’ any time we were playing or with the group. ”
“But all the submissives call you ‘Master. ’”
“No, they call me ‘sir’ or ‘Master Covington. ’ ‘Master’ is reserved for my collared submissive’s use alone. ”
“Oh. ” She liked the sound of that.