In the Middle (8 page)

He nodded and met her gaze. “I want to submit to you, Louise.”

She waited in case there was more, but there didn’t seem to be. She’d had so many dreams of Daniel taking the lead, of her on her knees before him, and yet what he asked for seemed so completely natural. Maybe she’d known all along at some level, which was why she’d gone to explore her desires online before she’d tried to rope Daniel into playing the prescribed role.

She decided her feet belonged in his lap after all, so she put them there. He turned to look at them. She felt strangely alive.

He massaged her feet, and she could feel tension going out of them. He was still waiting for a response. Moving her feet alone wasn’t going to do it. It required some courage to tell her what he wanted, same as it had when she had asked him to try topping her.
I made him try twice, even
. She felt guilty about that, but she didn’t think an apology was what he needed most right now. Maybe later. Right now she needed to be honest with him, and with herself.

“I like that, Daniel. The idea of dominating you turns me on. I never thought it would, and I certainly never thought it should, so that’s going to take some getting used to. But I like it. And the more I think about making you do things, the wetter I get.” She felt his cock get hard in response, right under the heel of her foot. She pressed down slightly. “Keep rubbing my feet. I like that too. But look at me. I want some answers to my questions, and you aren’t allowed to dodge or not answer.”

He looked at her and nodded.

“Would you like me to be very strict, Daniel?” She felt something inside her stirring. Her mind was racing, out of control. She didn’t know why she wanted the answer to be yes. She loved Daniel. Why did she want to be sharp with him? But if it turned him on, if he liked it, then it was all okay.

“However you wish to be.” His eyes were wide with excitement.

“I know I get to be however I want. I asked you a question about what
you
want. There’s something dark in all of us, Daniel. Maybe not inside you. But I need to know if you’ll enjoy me letting it out. If you will, then I will. Don’t worry about that. We are not going to do one single thing I don’t like.” She grinned at him. “But we might do some things you don’t like. Have any problems with that?”

“No, Mistress.”

Mistress
. She was half tempted to tell him she hadn’t given him permission to call her that, but the fact was it turned her on. She’d have to watch her desire to be strict for the sake of being strict when it was undermining what she wanted—and therefore, if she understood him well, what he wanted. And if his feelings were like hers when she was being submissive, she thought she understood him very well indeed. “Now. Answer the question about being strict.”

“Yes, Mistress. That would be fun.”

She giggled. “Fun, hmm? We’ll see about that. Next question. Did you enjoy it earlier in the week, when I took control?”
Might as well toss him an easy one.

“Yes, Mistress. You know I did.”

“I
do
know. I like making you say it. When you were in the stairwell making your way to me—and coming in person to be ready in case I needed a rescue was very much appreciated, by the way—did you enjoy our little conversation?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Does it bother you that I’m going out with Rob tomorrow?”

She saw the surprise on his face and wondered if she should have broken the news more gently. His cock twitched, and she decided she’d done it just right. He swallowed. “Yes.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Mistress,” he added.

“But it makes you a bit turned on too, doesn’t it? I expect I’ll be enjoying myself. Just like I am now. Getting wet. Just like I am now.”

She could hear his sharp intake of breath. His hands paused on her feet. His jaw was clenched. She was going into uncharted territory, far beyond her own experience and desires. She most definitely would not appreciate hearing about Rob playing with another woman. She wouldn’t appreciate Daniel making love to another woman either. But she needed to know exactly how he felt. She wasn’t lying about being wet. She probably had a spot on her skirt by now. And each word she uttered, each response from him only made her wetter.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said at last. And his massage continued. Her feet felt like jelly, in a good way, utterly relaxed.

“Is there another woman in your life, Daniel?” She kicked herself mentally for asking it. It had to be the worst possible time, but she’d wanted to know and it came out.

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. Keep it that way. You may get my calves now.”

Daniel worked his way up. She wasn’t being fair, she knew that. She didn’t feel like being fair. And he wasn’t protesting. She bet his cock was aching now, and she rubbed it through his pants with her toes. “I like telling you what to do, you know that? It’s a lot more fun than just asking.” Her lips tingled, like they wanted a kiss. Her breasts felt heavy, wanting to be touched. Her clit was swollen. She was as turned on as she had been by Rob taking control. The air smelled of masculine desire. “Are you going to come in your pants?” she teased.

He grinned at her. “If Mistress tells me to.”

She chuckled. “Very good. You’re learning nicely. Maybe if you’re very good, I’ll let you.” She moved her foot back and forth, knowing he’d resist coming, and that the more she turned him on the more his cock would ache.
My aches, I can do something about anytime I choose to. Which is going to have to be very soon, at this rate.

She unbuttoned her blouse a few buttons, enough to slip her hand inside and play with her breasts.
Rock-hard nipples, no surprise there
. He was watching her every move. She was torn with conflicting desires.
Make him strip naked or have him make a mess clothed? Have him lick me, or have him fuck me? And how long to tease him? Will I even let him come at all?

I get to come, I know at least that much. And if I want to, I can make him put his clothes back on. Yeah, fat chance of that happening.

“But tonight I want you to strip. And get on the floor when your clothes are off.”

He hurried. She’d never known he could get undressed so fast. And when he at last was naked, she was delighted to see a rock-hard cock, sticking out lewdly. It looked angry, somehow, precum dripping from the end of it. He knelt in front of her and went back to massaging her calves when she turned, spread her legs, and put her feet to each side of him.

There was something strange and powerful about having such a big, muscular man at her mercy.
Little me
. She lifted her skirt and beckoned him forward.

He moved his head forward, his breath hot on her pussy. And then he looked up at her. “May I?”

“You must.”

The first touch of his tongue on her pussy was electric. He inhaled, sighing with satisfaction as if she was the best scent ever. She knew it wasn’t her perfume because she hadn’t put any on. His powerful hands crept up her calves to her thighs, kneading the insides and pulling the skin enough for her pussy to feel it as well. He was strong, but she had control. She didn’t need to exert it through physical demonstration, because he would do as he was told. She lazed back on the sofa, legs sprawling, her bottom sliding forward in the process, pushing her crotch into his face. His nose nuzzled her clit, and then he pulled back ever so slightly to let his tongue replace it. She spread her arms along the back of the sofa, luxuriating in his undivided attention.

His tongue swirled around her little nub of pleasure, teasing her. If he was more direct, she’d come right away, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She had time. She’d come when she felt like it. She ran a lazy hand through his thick dark hair, feeling the erotic tension coil in her core. His tongue and hands were almost noiseless, and silence was almost eerie, so she decided to fill it. “That’s a good boy, Daniel. You’ve got a very skilled tongue, you know that? I love having you on your knees between my thighs. Do you need it, lover? Do you need to be there?”

His last lick almost pushed her over the top. He looked up at her, eyes wide. “Yes, Mistress.”

She couldn’t find the words, so she pushed his head back into place, grabbing a fistful of hair in the process. He thrust his tongue into her and then licked up her slit with deliberate slowness. When he got to her clit, he didn’t hold back, lashing it with the tip of his tongue. Her legs closed around him. Her toes curled up. A long, shuddering orgasm ripped through her whole torso and then started all over again. She pulled on his hair, taking him away from her pussy. She wasn’t sure she could take anymore.

My God, am I a sub or a domme? Or some of both?
She smiled as she looked at his face, shining wet with her juices. Sweet, undemanding Daniel. She unwrapped her legs from him. His cock was still rock hard, but he looked at her as if she’d given him the time of his life. She let go of his hair, and he lowered his head.

She took a moment to catch her breath. Her body was satisfied, but her pussy felt strangely empty. With her impatience sounding like irritation, she snapped at Daniel in the best dommish voice she could manage, “Well? What are you waiting for? Go get a condom and fuck me.”

He hurried to obey. They kept the condoms in a drawer in her bedroom, and his cock bobbed as he ran to get them.

I could get used to this. Oh yeah.

When he returned, she watched him roll the rubber over his cock. She knew full well she’d been unreasonable, and she knew he did too. He wasn’t psychic, and he’d been waiting for her direction. But now that he had it, he was eager enough, carefully positioning himself at her entrance before thrusting in smoothly to fill her.

Her face twisted in a smile. She wondered if she was having too much fun. “Don’t come before I do, boy.” She wasn’t sure she even had another orgasm in her after the one she’d just had, and his cock looked primed to burst, but even when they were doing vanilla, he’d never come before her. It seemed like a good precedent not to break.

He drove into her. His submission wasn’t mere passivity, and he knew how to fuck. She pushed with her hips to meet each thrust, loving the way his balls bounced against her bottom and his pubic bone ground into hers. The concentration on his face as he tried to hold back his own orgasm while still fucking her hard was priceless. What started as a flutter in her core built to a wave, and then crashed over her. “Come!” she screamed as her body was overwhelmed with another orgasm. He cried out, and his cock pulsed inside her, his face contorting and then relaxing into a look of pure bliss.

She lay back against the sofa, satisfied and exhausted. At a signal from her, he withdrew, carefully holding onto the condom. He knelt between her legs, gazing up at her with adoration.

She ruffled his hair.
This is the life.

Chapter Five

“So how do you know all about where to find a bondage club in a city you’ve never been in? Even I never knew this place was here.”

Louise got out on the passenger’s side of the car. This time Rob had asked to drive, and she let him, especially because she hadn’t known quite where they were going. In fact, she hadn’t expected the whole evening. He’d taken her to a fondue restaurant in Arlington. Usually she found fondue to be agony; it took far too long to get food to her starving stomach. With Rob, it had been a different kind of torture.

Dressed as requested in a short skirt with no panties, she had felt uniquely vulnerable. She wore a leather jacket, even though it wasn’t especially cold out. That too had been part of his instructions, a jacket with a zipper. He’d asked for a lacy bra, but he hadn’t been picky about the blouse. She should have guessed that meant the blouse was coming off, but she hadn’t. It was stuffed in the backseat of the car, and he had been quite clear that the level of the zipper was to be under his control.

She’d thought about having Daniel help her dress for her date, but she decided that was too sadistic, so she’d sent him home after lunch. She’d lost track of how many times she came the night before. There shouldn’t be an unsated bone in her body. But even though she and Rob had talked about everything under the sun except sex, she had been in a slow burn all evening as he moved the zipper up or down every ten or twenty minutes. Her nipples were aching from the mixed sensations of scratchy lace and warm leather against them. After the restaurant, he’d driven her into the wealthy neighborhoods north of Arlington. They went down several winding roads until they were admitted by a gatekeeper onto what seemed to be a large estate. There was parking enough for fifty cars, and the whole place was secluded from prying eyes by a thick wall of trees.

“I have lots of contacts in the fetish and BDSM communities. And this club tries very hard not to come to the attention of random strangers. However, it does share a member list with an exclusive club in Chicago I used to be a regular at, before my business and a certain Lulu started taking up all my time.”

“And yet I—”

“You are here as a guest. My guest. And you’ll have to sign some confidentiality papers or they won’t let you past the front door.”

She nodded as she walked with him toward the door. She felt the cool breeze on her breasts, and without thinking about it, she zipped up her zipper. As she reached the marble columned porch, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

She turned, aware of what she’d done. Any hope that he hadn’t noticed died with the stern look on his face, which was followed with an upward curve of his lip that made her wish he still looked stern. “You’ve broken the rules, already.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you meant to or not. Discipline isn’t about you feeling bad or remorseful. It’s about me having fun, and you doing better next time.” He took her zipper in his fingers and pulled it down. When he had it even with the bottom of her bra, he stopped and slipped a hand inside her jacket. His questing fingers found a nipple, already stiff and aching, and pinched it. To her surprise, the pinching didn’t feel like pain exactly. It was more a kind of relief, something she needed after all the teasing. She moaned.