Blue Desire (11 page)

It
was
all she wanted. Wasn’t it? He
said
convinced
like she might be
wrong about her own desire. The fact that she was looking forward to him coming
was quid pro quo. Maybe it was even an
instinct, that
she
knew on some basic level that the way to keep her own pleasure coming was to
make sure she kept her mate happy.

My mate?
Where did that come from?

“I
asked you a question.”

“I
got
kink and an orgasm, Sir. Two,
even.”

“That
wasn’t what I asked.”

She
sighed. She was so close now, and she didn’t want to talk. She just wanted to
come. “Yes, Sir, that was all I wanted.”

His
finger slowed. “Can you hold on if I ask you to?”

She
groaned.
“Yes, Sir.”
I think maybe, for a bit. But please don’t ask me.

“Don’t
come until I tell you that you can. I need to show you something special.”

His
finger moved with agonizing slowness.
Something special
.
Did he mean that her climax would be
stronger and better if she waited and let his hands bring her to a feverish
edge? She gritted her teeth. So close. She tried not to think about it, because
it didn’t help. She couldn’t look anywhere, because the mirror showed her in a
corset being fingered by a big sexy guy, and that wasn’t going to help her hold
back. She tried to focus on the details of the room, but she couldn’t
concentrate on anything. Suddenly she remembered him saying he was going to
come first, but there was no way, and the thought that she’d see his cock
spurting made it harder not to come.
One
more touch, and I’m doomed.

He
stopped.

She
groaned. How could he know?

He
hooked the waistband of her panties and pulled them all the way down to her
ankles. “Pretty,” he said.

My God, he’s talking
about my pussy
.
She’d never thought of it as pretty or even attractive. She knew guys liked
trying to get in it and all, but it wasn’t pretty. She opened her mouth to
argue with him, and then clamped it shut. Maybe it was to him.

She
moved her hand toward it, to cover it up, and thought better of that too. If he
turned his head, she could probably bring herself off in a few seconds, but
having her hand that close and not being allowed to touch would be agony.

She
knew better than to think she was allowed. She tried to concentrate on her
breathing. She watched the tops of her breasts rise and fall over the edge of
the corset.

He
stroked her thighs and nibbled on her neck, keeping her on the edge. “You’ve
come to believe you’re rather selfish, haven’t you?”

“That’s
because I am, Sir.” Didn’t going into the club like that prove it? And the
other trips in LA? Hadn’t Angus always told her she was?

“We
all have needs, Katrina. That doesn’t make us selfish. It makes us human. Would
you like to help me satisfy mine?”

Yes
. “You already told
me I was going to, so why are you even asking?”

His
breath was hot against the skin under her ear. She focused on that and was
taken by surprise when he gave her a sudden, hard swat. He caught her before
she stumbled forward against the mirror. “I didn’t tell you that. I told you I
would come first. I could take care of myself, you know
,
if I wanted to. You wouldn’t have to do a thing. So quit questioning the
premise of my questions and answer.”

“Yes, Sir.”
Her bottom still stung. That hadn’t
been gentle at all, but he didn’t
look
angry. Maybe he wasn’t. He was keeping control, and she couldn’t get it back
without a safe word. She’d smarted off, and he spanked her. It was simple. She
almost felt like trying it again, not because she wanted the pain but for the
reassurance that she wouldn’t be allowed back in control. She was sick of being
in charge. She felt soft and yielding, and she was used to having a hard edge.
Somehow being with Brett made a difference, and she felt as if he could shape
her as surely as the corset did. It was scary and comforting all at once. And
hot.

He
took a step back and pulled his shirt over his head. She could see most of him
in the mirror, enough to make out a broad hard chest and rippling abs, but she
wanted a better view. “May I turn around, Sir?”

He
chuckled. “Sure.”

He
kicked off his boots and peeled off his socks, and then met her gaze. She could
see his erection shaping the front of his jeans, and she wanted to reach out
and unzip him.
Selfish.
And greedy too.

“Undress
me,” he ordered.

She
couldn’t bend over very well, so she knelt on the hard floor. She couldn’t stay
there long, she knew, or her knees would hurt, but for a few seconds, it was
okay. She yanked open the top button on his jeans and pulled down the zip, and
his cock sprang free. It was hard and thick and long. She put her hand around
it, and her fingers barely touched. She pressed her lips to the head of it.
I’d be lucky to get that in my mouth halfway
.
But she wanted it suddenly.
Wanted to feel his hands on her
head, pushing her to take him in as deep as she possibly could.
Wanted him to be utterly, completely in control.
Wanted
him
to be the
selfish one.

She
slid him into her mouth, savoring the musky, salty taste of him. He put his
hands on each side of her head, and she started to panic. She was barely
getting enough air through her nose. If he pulled her forward, gagged her,
she’d be desperately short of breath, especially with the corset compressing
her lungs. But she didn’t pull back, because she wanted it on some level too.
It could be all about him. She knew he wouldn’t let her pass out. She hoped she
could breathe long enough for him to take his pleasure.

He
pulled her back, however, instead of forward. “If I meant for you to do that, I
would have said ‘blow me.’ I asked you to undress me.”

Somehow
she couldn’t imagine him saying “blow me.” It was odd even for him to suggest
that he could. It was too crude. But it wasn’t as if she wanted him to hold
back. She was stung by the rebuke but knew he was right. She hadn’t been
following directions, and he’d been right to stop her.
Topping from below.
That’s what I do.
Even
when I’m feeling the most submissive.

She
peeled off his jeans. She couldn’t help but run her hands over his muscled
legs, feeling the softness of the hair on them. There wasn’t a part of him that
was anything but perfect. The only difference between him and one of those
statues of Greek gods was that he had more muscle, a bigger cock, and body
hair.
All improvements, as far as she was concerned.
Not to mention the fact that he was alive and pulsing before her.

“What
you did may not have been obedient, but it was not the act of a selfish
submissive. However, your knees would start hurting if I let you stay. It’s a
hard floor.” He scooped her up as if she weighed no more than a pillow and
placed her back down on the bed.

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, touched that he cared about her knees. He was right, of
course. She never thought about what it felt like to swing a flogger at her,
only about what she felt when one struck. She knew some men liked doing it, that
she enjoyed having it done, and that she could get men to do it to her. She
really was a selfish person. But she couldn’t explain what she had done or the
way she felt.

“Get
on all fours,” he told her, and she hastened to obey. It was weird doing it in
the corset, because her back didn’t bow the same way. Gravity didn’t have much
effect on her breasts, either.

He
walked to the nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom in its foil
wrapper. “Do you think if I fuck you that you can hold back your climax,
Katrina?”

Lying
would probably let her come. But she didn’t want to lie to him. “No.”

He
smiled. “Have you ever had anyone in your ass before?”

No
. But she nodded,
slowly. A nod didn’t count as a lie, did it? She didn’t want him to think she
was inexperienced for some reason, because she feared it would give him the
upper hand. She wasn’t sure she liked where this was heading. She knew now why
she was on all fours. He’d have a choice of how he fucked her, she supposed.
The idea excited her because she was curious, but it scared her too. He was
awfully big. She thought it was best to distract him. “I’m sure, Sir, that if
you’re in my mouth, I won’t accidentally come first.”

He
grinned. “I’m sure of that too. Well then.” He took two more condoms out and
put one at the head of the bed. She looked at it. Unlike the other two, it came
in a colored wrapper, which said it was strawberry flavored. “Any allergies I
should know about?”

“No.
Why do you have three?” She understood that men couldn’t feel as much through
one layer of rubber—God knew Angus had complained about that often enough.
Through two, it might take him forever to come, and regardless of where he was,
she didn’t want him to last that long if he was supposed to come first. She
supposed it was safer, but then, so was walking around with a bulletproof vest.
An unpleasant idea occurred to her. “Do you have something?”

“No,
I don’t.” He got out
a
a
latex glove. “I make sure I get tested regularly. Most of the responsible
doms
do.”

She
supposed that made sex safer too. Of course, it was safer yet if they never
touched each other. “Do you think I do?”

“No,
I don’t. But I don’t have a way of knowing, and you can’t know I’m telling the
truth, so let’s be safe.” His hand had a bottle of lube in it now too. He
walked behind her, and she tried to follow him with her gaze. But while her
neck could crane, it was decidedly harder to twist her torso, so she gave up.
She wondered if he was doing it on purpose, deliberately enticing her to do
things the corset would restrict so as to emphasize the bondage it imposed. She
heard the soft sounds of fabric rubbing as he stripped off his shirt. A glove
snapped as he put it on. It put a picture in her head she wasn’t sure she
liked.

I could say blue.
He’d stop
.
But she already knew she wasn’t going to.

He
pulled on her cheeks. She felt exposed. She blushed. If she couldn’t see him,
maybe he couldn’t see that. She could hope.

The
hands went away, and she waited. Then he was there again, one hand on her butt,
the other probing the last place she thought anyone would want to touch. His
finger was warm, though, and slick. He’d covered it with lube, she realized,
and warmed the lube up so as not to shock her. Maybe he wasn’t such a sadist
after all.

Actually, he’s cared
for my needs every time I’ve met him.

She
tried to relax as he gradually pushed his finger inside. He could have
drizzled
the cold lube on her. This, after all, was makeup
for what he’d done for her, wasn’t it? He didn’t need to take special care.
Even as she relaxed, the corset still held her back taut.

He
wiggled his finger inside her ass, spreading the lube and
slickening
her up. It tickled nerves she didn’t know she had, and it felt strangely good.
She couldn’t feel the other hand anymore, so it was doing God knows what. In
the stillness of the room, she thought maybe she heard the lube bottle being
squeezed, but the
pop
made by his
finger pulling out was louder and more embarrassing.

Something
thicker pushed into her ass.
His cock?
She decided it
was two fingers. They slid in easier than the first had, oddly. She could sense
that there was more lube by the way they moved. He slid them in and out of her,
pushing them apart now and then to stretch her. In spite of her earlier fears,
she found herself pushing back against him, willing his fingers to enter her
more deeply.

He
withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock to her little hole. She could sense
there was more lube on it because it wasn’t quite as warm as the lube on his
hands, and that stopped her from tensing up. She didn’t think she could
possibly be more slippery.
Some people do
this all the time
. He pushed forward, both his hands on her cheeks now,
spreading her.
Yes, but not everyone is
as big as he is.

She
felt herself stretch as he entered her. He was slow and careful and paused when
he was a little ways in. It didn’t hurt.

“Breathe,
Katrina.”

She
realized she’d been holding her breath, and she couldn’t expand her lungs
enough to make up for it all at once. She tried to focus on her breathing, but
it was hard with his cock partly in her ass. Still, she managed. He was right:
there was a skill to it, and she was getting better at taking breaths that were
as deep as the corset allowed.

“Good
girl,” he murmured. He slid forward.

Slowly
he pushed in, and she stretched to accommodate him. He grunted when his pubic
bone nudged against her cheeks. With him all the way in, she felt incredibly
full and empty at the same time because her pussy didn’t have anything in it.
Well, at least this way I can’t come before him.