In the Middle (2 page)

Time to press my luck
. “That would be ‘thank you, Mistress,’ big boy.” She stroked the spot between his balls and his anus. She knew he liked being touched there.

He took a sharp breath in. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She cupped his balls and squeezed gently. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes. Mistress.”

“And I can squeeze as hard as I want to, can’t I?”

Another sharp breath and a hesitation. “Yes.”

“And what’s your safe word?”

“‘Abracadabra’ will work for me too. Is that okay?”

She nodded. He might as well have it. She wouldn’t be using it. She understood him better now. He was like her, in a way. And it took courage for him to show her this side of himself, even if now it seemed like she should have known all along. She’d been scared to tell him to top her. He, knowing she liked to submit online, probably had been as reluctant to tell her he’d rather be the submissive one. Or maybe he hadn’t figured it out.

“Mistress?”

“Hmm? Oh.” He hadn’t been able to see her nod, she realized. “‘Abracadabra’ will do fine.” She reached farther, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. “You’re very hard. I always knew you were a big boy, but you’re even bigger tonight for some reason. You like me being on top, I guess.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The way he said “Mistress” was almost like an orgasmic sigh, and it made her core tremble.

“Better tell me if you’re about to come, because you’re not allowed to without my say so. You understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She put the flogger down on the bed beside his left leg. He’d practiced on pillows and was still missing. She hadn’t practiced at all. She wasn’t going to be using it tonight, but that didn’t mean he was going to get off easy. She lifted her free hand to her mouth and spit on it. Then she touched the flesh around his tight sphincter, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Stay still.”

“I’ll try, Mistress.”

He didn’t move when she touched him there again except for shaking a little. She invaded him with her wet finger slowly, pushing and pulling at the edges, stretching him. Her other hand slid along his shaft. “Feel good, baby?”

“Oh yeah.”

She yanked her finger out and spanked him, hard. He lost his balance, his right arm shifting suddenly. “I mean, yes, Mistress!”

“Good. Mind your manners or you’ll get another.” She wasn’t sure whether she was looking forward to that or not.

She waited until he got his arm under him again. “I almost came from the one, Mistress,” he told her. “And from what you’re doing to my ass. And to my cock. Oh wow.”

“Almost there, lover?” she asked. He’d always lasted so long before, and she loved being able to bring him to the brink so easily. She was very turned on herself, partly by what she was doing, partly by what she was planning to do. Above all, by the fact that she was in control. Her pussy was wet, and her skin felt extra-sensitive all over.

“Yes.”

“Good.” She let his cock go. “Roll over.” When he didn’t respond immediately, she swatted him again. “Roll! Now!”

He rolled. His cock stood up, giving her a better look at its rich veins. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, moving up on him slowly by walking on her knees. Knowing she had his full attention, she cupped her breasts, squeezing them and running her thumbs over their hardened peaks.

She brushed his cock with her pussy. It would satisfy her quite nicely, if she wanted that. But he’d be getting off too, and she didn’t think it was right that he get off first. Besides, she’d have to get a condom from the drawer, and that was a hassle she didn’t want to deal with right now. She continued her advance, soaking in his wide-eyed gaze until she was positioned right where she wanted to be: over his face.

She lowered herself down. “Lick, boy. Show me how good you are with that tongue of yours.” She brushed her clit against his nose, and it made her shudder. His tongue slid along her slit, and she moved back a smidgen to let him do his best. She had a responsibility to make sure he could breathe, after all.

He knew the right time to lick softly and when to flick her with his tongue to make her cry out. She gave in to temptation and ground herself on his face, smearing it with her juices, marking him with her scent. Something strong and primal built inside her, making her want to take and take. Images flashed through her mind—making him lick her ass, pinching his nipples, covering his nose so he’d have to wonder when she’d let him breathe again. She didn’t trust herself to do any of those things right now, drunk on the sudden power she felt. Instead she knelt forward, the movement pulling her pussy up and letting him go to work again with his magical tongue. Her nipples brushed against a pillow, and she undulated her hips, reveling in the way he moved his tongue to follow her movements. Her core felt like it was tightening beyond what it could bear, craving release.

He caressed her hips, his hands slow and soft. Gentle, as always. His tongue danced across her clit enough to make her feel ready, not quite pushing her over. She enjoyed the edge for a long moment, confident that she was in control, knowing she could grind herself against his face and come anytime she wanted.

She wanted release
now
. But she wanted Daniel to give it to her. “Now!” she yelled. His tongue flicked quickly, back and forth across her most sensitive bundle of nerves. “Yes!” she cried as the spring coiled within her released all at once. She grabbed the sheets for support, bunching them up in her hand, and lowered herself again, gushing on his face, squeezing his head between her thighs.

She rubbed herself against his chin and his lips, pressure building in her anew. Maybe sometime she’d let herself come over and over, but right now it was Daniel’s turn. She swung her legs away and decided to indulge another fantasy. “Grab your cock and start pulling on it. I want to see you get yourself off.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She noticed with satisfaction that he made no attempt to wipe his face off. His big fist closed around his thick shaft and started sliding along its length. Muscles strained below his wrist. Sweat glistened on his forehead. He smelled of musk and sweat and sex. He grabbed his cock tighter than she usually would, but maybe it felt better that way. She’d try it next time.

It seemed like she’d only gotten to watch him for a few pulls before he asked, “Mistress, may I come?”

Oh that would be lovely
. But instead she grinned. “Not yet. Keep working it, though. You’ll just have to hold back. I know you’ve got good control.” He’d demonstrated that enough times. She’d always come first when they’d made love.

“Not that good, Mistress.” But he obeyed, slowing down only a fraction.

She could see a bead of precum form on his tip. She wiped it up with her finger and brought it to her mouth to taste. Then she changed her mind. She placed her finger against his lips instead. “Suck. Taste yourself.”

He sucked in her finger without hesitation. She watched him for a moment and then turned her attention back to his cock. “Come now!” she yelled. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? She’d read about women coming on command in books, but she’d always felt disbelief. Her body went off when it went off, and while she might be able to hold back, she wouldn’t be able to speed up the process just because someone ordered her to.

But as if in perfect response to her word, his seed shot out of his cock, jetting high into the air before falling to his taut belly. Fascinated, she watched as another spurt joined the first, and then a second and a third. The last bit dribbled down to his hand. She thought about licking it off, about having him pull her down and forcing her to lick up every drop, but of course he didn’t do anything of the sort.
Why do I have such submissive desires, even as I’m enjoying being in charge?
It disoriented her. She didn’t know what to do with him next.

“Good boy,” she said. He was looking at her expectantly, and she had to come up with something for him. “Go clean yourself off, and then come back to me.”

He smiled. “Yes, Mistress.” He moved off the bed, walking into the adjoining bath. She got up as well, headed for her dresser, and pulled on a pair of pink panties and a matching camisole, enjoying the feel of the silky fabric. She didn’t want to be naked anymore. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because she felt vulnerable, but it was also because she felt conscious of the power clothes could symbolize. It had been hot before when Daniel had been in his suit and she was naked, and now that the roles were reversed, she wanted something on. Something soft and feminine to take the edge off the hardness she felt from being on top.

More than ever, she didn’t want to lose Daniel. She knew he loved her. She wanted to do what they had done again, and maybe take it even further. But when she had started to get into it, she had wished it would shut her submissive side up. It hadn’t.

She knew now that she wasn’t going to pass up her chance to meet Randall X. She’d have to tell Daniel when he got back. The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

He hesitated, standing in the door for a moment. His cock was still half-hard, and she was tempted to get sidetracked and fuck him. She felt—no, knew—that he’d be up for it if she told him to be. Her gaze drifted over his taut muscles.
Mine, mine, all mine
. She was glad he was back and hadn’t interpreted her directions as a request for him to take a shower.

“Thank you, Mistress.” He smiled at her.

She wondered if he was waiting for permission to enter. She shook her head. “Playtime is over, Daniel. Don’t call me ‘Mistress’ right now. We need to talk.”

“Is something wrong?” He was at her side in moments, his arm around her waist, his tone and eyes full of concern.

She bit her lip, not sure how to begin. How to tell him that she loved topping him. How to tell him she still wanted, needed to feed her submissive urges as well, to explore her fantasies.

He looked down. “I kinda blew it, didn’t I? I mean, that was incredible, Louise, but I know you wanted something else out of the first part. I hope I made up for it.” He met her gaze again, the way he always did. He never backed away from her. Never showed fear. Always did as she asked.

“Yes. I mean, yes, I did want something else out of the first part. But yes, that was incredible, and I’d like to do it again sometime.”

“Me too.” His eyes brightened. “I never realized a little S and M could be so much fun. So profoundly moving. Wow.”

She smiled at him. “I almost got carried away there. I wanted to possess you. It was crazy and fun and yeah, pretty profound.”

“Maybe you aren’t the submissive you thought you were,” he suggested hopefully.

She knew she didn’t have any real experience with submission. But she also knew the mental part of it was there when she was online with Randall X, even if the physical part wasn’t. Her body responded to his words, her pussy getting wet just from a typed order. She shook her head sadly. “I found out something about myself, for sure, but it wasn’t that I’m not a sub. It’s that it’s more complicated than that.”

“You want to meet him, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her heart felt like it was jumping into her throat, making it hard to breathe.
Why can’t I just take what’s in front of me? I must be crazy.

“Then you should.” He patted her knee. “I’m not over the moon about it, but you should do what you want to do. I’ll be here.” He chuckled. “Well, I’ll be at my place. You know where to find me.”

“Thank you, Daniel.”

“You’re welcome, Lou. I think, you know, I just like knowing you’re doing exactly what you want to do. If you ever aren’t, please come to me?”

She tried to figure that one out. He knew she was submissive in her relationship with Randall X. What did “doing exactly what you want to do” mean in that context? Like a lot of things, it was complicated. Then she blinked. In the middle of trying to parse his words, she’d almost failed to hear them.

She’d made him promise they wouldn’t say
I love you
when they first started dating. She didn’t want to be tied down or trapped.
And now he’s my best friend. With benefits, lots of benefits
. She never asked, but she didn’t think he wasn’t seeing anyone else, even though with his looks and his money he could probably fill his calendar with women anytime he wanted.
I like knowing you’re doing what you want
. Even when it obviously wasn’t what he wanted. Was that another way to say what they’d agreed not to say?

“I love you too,” she whispered.

He kissed her, more ferociously than usual. Her lips parted to let his wet tongue slide against her own. She buried her hands in his luxurious dark hair, not sure whether to pull him close or to tug him back by his hair so she could take charge of the kiss. He’d like either, she was sure, but she didn’t. For the moment, it was nice to know he loved her no matter what she did.

Chapter Two

Rob Randall pulled up the one picture he had of “Lulu”—known in the real world, apparently, as Louise. She’d warned him that it wasn’t recent, and that she’d put on weight. But still it gave him his one chance to recognize her. Black curly hair, brown eyes, a lovely smile.

He closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. In another moment, he would be arriving at Union Station, and he would finally meet her. Living halfway across the country, he hadn’t been sure they’d ever meet, but ever since he’d “met” Lulu online, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. He knew from watching others, and from experience, that most online relationships didn’t last very long. They heated up fast because finding someone to share one’s deepest secrets with was an intoxicating experience, and it was easy to be open online. They usually ended as suddenly because it wasn’t always the deep secrets that brought relationships down, and everything else was often skimmed over.

The last part hadn’t happened between him and Lulu. He’d known her for six months, which passed for a long-term relationship in the virtual reality game they played. He knew she had another boyfriend in real life, and he accepted that. Running his custom electronics business kept him busy and gave him less and less time to hang around the Chicago BDSM scene with its munches, socials, and play parties. Lately he hadn’t bothered at all. Lulu was it for him, but it was understandable she’d want more than he could give at the moment. Maybe someday he’d learn to delegate more and he’d have extra free time.