Bound by Pleasure (4 page)

Greg was across the room cleaning up. He was wiping the table down at the moment and didn’t even look at her. Being ignored was the worst and then not knowing what he was going to tell her next. Was he going to paddle her? The flogger had been nice, and she was surprised she’d liked it so much. But those paddles scared the shit out of her. Especially the ones that had words engraved in them. She shuddered just thinking about it.

Greg went into the bathroom and she heard him turn on the shower. God, this waiting was torture. If she hadn’t been naughty, would she be in the shower with him? Would they have sex on a more personal level? Dawn had told her that sometimes after a very intense scene she and her Dom would have normal sex.

However, she and Greg’s relationship didn’t seem to be going in that direction. He’d never even kissed her or done anything in a way that was making what they had intimate. She did wonder though what his lips would feel like on hers. Would he be a soft kisser who took his time exploring her mouth, or would it be full of passion and greed?

The shower stopped and she bit her lip. How much longer would he ignore her? It was always possible he would ignore her all night and not speak to her until the next morning. In her contract she had agreed to occasionally staying overnight. He had let her know the adjoining bedroom was there if she ever needed to sleep.

The bathroom door opened and Greg came out fully dressed. He must have clothes in the other bedroom. He took a chair from the corner and came over to her and sat.

“You may lay your head on my leg and look up at me.”

Touching him felt so good and when he twirled a finger in her hair a calm came over her.

“Do you know why you’ve been punished?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I orgasmed before you gave me permission to, and I disobeyed you by doing so.”

“That’s right. Did you expect to be punished for that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me why you disobeyed me.”

“You made me feel so good it was hard to hold off.”

“Well, I take some of the blame too. I did tease you quite a bit. But next time the punishment will be worse. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sat quietly a moment, stroking her hair. “You may dress. On the counter by the cabinets you will find the next size plug I would like you to start using. After you’re dressed please meet me upstairs in my study. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

He sat only a few moments longer and then left the playroom. Letting out a loud sigh, she headed straight for the bathroom to dress. She didn’t want to leave him waiting.

Megan was surprised she was the first in his study. Here she had been worried about him waiting on her and yet she would be the one doing just that.

His office was a mess, but she figured it usually was. Today his desk was shoved against the wall and there looked to be several finished paintings and one that he was working on. On his desk sat a glass of water with soaking brushes in it. His laptop was closed and half hanging off the side.

Her office was very organized. She needed it that way in order to have her mind clear to write. If she knew there was anything that needed her attention, her creativity hit a brick wall.

Her fingers ached to clean up his study and to push the laptop back into its rightful place. But this was his space and who knew, maybe he needed chaos to create those lovely paintings of his.

Footsteps came up behind her and she froze. Right as she was about to hit panic as to where she should be, she remembered they were outside of the playroom.

“Do you like my work?” Greg handed her a glass of wine.

Taking a sip of the chilled beverage, she nodded.

“I hope white is okay.”

“It’s fine.”

“Good.” He crossed the room and took a seat on his messy desk. “In a little over a month I have a local show.”

“Congrats. That’s great.”

“Thanks. It isn’t my first one but this one is certainly bigger than I’m used to. I wanted to see if you’d go as my date.”

Megan took a long sip of her wine before she spoke. She couldn’t believe that he was asking her to such an important event. “I’d love to.”

“Good. I was worried you might not want to.”

She giggled, the wine already going to her head from the lack of food.

“I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather share the evening with.” He smiled with pleasure.

“How will I address you that evening?” she asked.

“Greg, of course. I know I’m your first Dom and I’m somewhat laid back outside of the playroom. Do you need me to insert myself more into your life?”

Honestly she wasn’t really sure. Being so new to this herself, she enjoyed what they had and the way they did things. Outside of the playroom he put her at ease. She knew if there was anything she needed he would be there to help. She also knew from the contract that if she stepped out of line she would be reprimanded. Including things in her personal life that he felt could pose a danger to her, such as drunken nights out with her friends.

“I think things are fine right now. If I need more I’ll let you know.”

“Honesty is key.”

She finished the last sip of her wine. Greg walked over to take the glass from her, and she began to feel slightly dizzy. As she reached out for his shirt to steady herself, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Are you okay?” He led her out of the office and into his living room, placing her on the couch.

“Fine. The wine went to my head too fast, I think due to the lack of food, and I just lost my balance.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t even offer you anything to eat. I’m so sorry. Stay here.”

Until the dizziness went away, Megan knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She lay back on the couch and hoped food would help. Greg returned quickly with a bag of chips.

“Start with this, and I’ll warm up some potato soup I have in the fridge.”

Before going back to the kitchen he made sure to open the chips. As Megan ate the salty snack, she started to feel better and silly for almost passing out. Next time she would pack a snack in her purse so as she cleaned up she would have something to nibble on.

Greg flipped the bacon and wondered if Megan was ever going to wake up. After her little fainting spell the previous evening, he’d insisted she stay the night. Typically he put his subs in the guest room downstairs, but he’d tucked Megan away in his spare room upstairs. Which was a first for him. He rationalized it by the fact that she wasn’t feeling well and therefore didn’t need to navigate going down stairs, it would be easier to go up them. Deep down he worried it was more, but he wasn’t about to let his thoughts wander there. Not right now at least.

The timer on the oven dinged, and he pulled out the tray of biscuits. He had gravy bubbling on the stove, because if she was a typical southern girl, she liked her biscuits with gravy. In another pan the sausage sizzled. Once it was finished he would start the eggs.

Picking up his coffee cup he took a sip but nothing met his lips. Shit, he’d already finished two cups. As he filled his cup again, he knew he really didn’t need that third cup. He was already antsy about having Megan there.

Half a pot was there in case she liked coffee. He hoped she did and she wasn’t a tea drinker. He only had big tea bags to brew sweet tea. Crap, with his luck she would be a morning tea drinker.

Why was he being so flustered? This wasn’t the first sub to spend the night. He’d had weekend subs before where they stayed a few nights. What the heck was wrong with him? A call to Jay just might be in order later.

“Good morning,” Megan said as she entered the kitchen. “I didn’t mean to sleep so late. But that bed was so comfortable. I never wanted to get out of it.”

Greg’s dick sprang to life at the sight of her in one of his old shirts. It came down to her knees, and the only thing underneath was a pair of panties. An urge came over him to tell her to strip them off while she ate. He wanted to know that he could see her pussy if he wanted. But this wasn’t the playroom. He couldn’t help it though, the urge was too strong.

“Do you have panties on?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Take them off.”

She stared at him a moment looking unsure, then grinned and removed her panties. “Where do you want me to put them?”

“Toss them out of the kitchen into the living room. Then have a seat. Breakfast is almost done.”

He couldn’t believe he was using the tone he was up here, but she didn’t seem to mind. The eggs cooked fast, and he fixed a plate for her, making sure to pack it with as much food as he could. She needed her strength after last night and what he hoped for after breakfast. He set the plate down in front of her.

“This looks amazing,” she said.

“I like big breakfasts. My mom got up each morning and made sure our bellies were full before school. I like to start my day this way still.”

“My mom put cereal in a bowl and we were lucky to get milk with it.”

“Any morning you’re here, this is how I’ll feed you.”

As breakfast went on his cock ached to bury itself into her tight pussy. He didn’t even care about the stuff downstairs in the playroom, he just wanted to fuck her.

Megan offered to clean up, but Greg told her to go to the guest room and strip. This was a new side of him. As she took the shirt off and laid it on the bed she wondered, since this wasn’t the playroom, how she was to greet him. To be on the safe side, she got on her knees next to the bed and waited. After yesterday’s punishment, she didn’t want to do anything to displease him.

Greg wasted no time getting into the bedroom. He was already naked, which surprised her, but the sight of his long, thick cock started her engines right away. When she realized that she was gawking at him she diverted her gaze back to the floor. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“The sight of you sitting there submitting to me pleases me so much,” he said. “We aren’t even in the playroom and yet, here you are willingly.”

She smiled. She was happy she’d pleased him.

“I only brought one thing with me.”

She hadn’t remembered seeing anything in his hand, but then again her focus had been on his dick.

“Please stand and get a bottle of lube from the nightstand.”

After she did she returned to her spot and began to lower herself back to the ground.

“Lay on the bed, on your stomach, right at the edge, and spread your thighs wide.”

Doing as he said she stole a glance at what he had. It was something silver and small. She had a feeling it was the silver bullet. She’d never tried it, but she’d heard it gave intense pleasure.

Greg opened the lube and squirted the liquid into his hand. He started to rub her between her butt cheeks. “What color are we for me putting this in your ass?”

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

He slowly inserted one finger into her opening, and it felt so damn good. Tingles shot through her core, and she had to resist the urge to push back against his hand.

“My dick is very jealous. I can’t wait to be balls deep in that tight little hole.”

Removing his finger, he then inserted the bullet. It wasn’t too uncomfortable since she’d been using the plug. He clicked something and the vibration started. She gasped. Greg got on his knees and started to lick her clit. She wanted to orgasm but knew better. He’d know and she didn’t want to know what he would do if she disobeyed again.

“You taste so sweet.” He blew on her, leaving a cooling effect where his warm mouth had been. “I want to taste and devour you, but my need to be inside you is even stronger.”

Pushing her thighs open more he stood between them. He slammed into her with such force she cried out.

“You can come when you want. This is going to be fast for me. The vibration has me almost over the edge.”

Megan was so thankful he’d given her permission. She was ready to climax and she let it go. A warmth was felt within and she knew Greg was letting go at the same time as her. Her pleasure drove through her body and was intensified by the silver bullet. When the rush finally stopped and her body was able to relax from the arch it was in, she settled onto the bedspread feeling so satisfied.

Greg pulled out and then removed the bullet from her. She expected him to leave and clean up but was surprised when he lay on the bed beside her.

“After that big breakfast and sex, I think I need a short nap,” he said.

She was about to tell him how much she’d enjoyed what they had just done, but a lump formed in her throat and once again the fear of expressing herself set in. Greg grabbed the blanket and draped it around them. A nap did sound good. Closing her eyes, she heard his breathing quiet and it put her at ease to also drift off.

Greg paced his office as he waited for Jay to call back. There was nothing wrong with taking a nap with your sub. Nothing. It was just something he’d never done. He’d never gone on an intimate level with them. He’d only known Megan for a short time and already all these feelings were building inside of him.

He’d heard about Doms and their subs falling in love. And sure one day he wanted all the stuff that love could bring, but was he ready now? He also thought about Megan and her past. She had only recently gotten divorced. She was new to this lifestyle, and surely she wasn’t looking for love. He was her Dom and he needed to be just that for her. A lovesick puppy was not what she’d signed on for.

The phone finally rang. He answered by the second ring and was relieved it was Jay.

“What’s up, Greg?” Jay asked. “You said it was an issue with your new sub. I know you’re taking on someone new to this life, is it not working out?”

“She’s great. It’s me.”

“You?”

“I think I’m developing feelings for her.”

“Why do you think that?” Jay asked.

“She spent the night last night, and I let her stay upstairs—”

“In your bed?” Jay interrupted.

“No, the guest room. And I keep having thoughts about her. She’s always on my mind. But then, outside of the playroom I want her to be my sub. It’s just fucked up.”