Sub for a Week (10 page)

I whimpered and deep throated him. The grip on my hair tightened. I did it again and got a similar reaction. However, the third time I tried to deep throat him, he stopped me.
Held me down.

I swallowed and waited for his loss of control to pass. When it did, I continued the same pace as before, but Daniel wasn't going to make it easy. With a hand still tangled in my hair, he used the other to pinch my nipples.

I moaned against his cock. He squeezed. I wiggled, thrusting my hips forward. God, I wanted to feel him. Every time I deep throated him, my clit throbbed with need. Daniel wasn't just my client anymore. I ached to please him, but at the same time, I needed him to do the same.

I opened my mouth and gasped for breath when he pressed a finger against my clit. He yanked back on my hair and pulled himself from my mouth. The headphones came off, and he threw them to the floor.

"What is this?" he snapped.

I flinched and bowed my head.
"My ... my clit, Master."

"
Your
clit?"

I'd offered him my submission.
No. You offered yourself.
My body was his until the session ended. I knew deep down, the terse voice he used was just for show. Still, it had the exact effect he was going for. I'd disappointed him somehow, which made me feel even worse.

"Yours, Master," I corrected myself.

"Mmm, so it is." He drew tight circles around my clit. "And do you know what I do to a pussy that's as wet as this?"

"N-no, Master."

"I fuck it." He stepped away. "Get on your back."

Here?
Now?
I did as he'd asked, lying down on the cold flood with my ass still on the towel. Not sure where to put my hands, I set them on my stomach. Daniel didn't correct me. Instead, he pressed a hand between my legs, parting them until they were as wide as they could go.

"Don't move."

My arms shook, and I tried to hold them steady. When Daniel returned, he lifted me so I was sitting up. Something plastic brushed against my lips, and after Daniel moved my hand around the water bottle, I took a handful of sips.

"Are you okay?" he asked in his not-so-Dom voice.

"Yes."

"Am I going too fast?"

I smiled. "No."

"Too slow then?"

"Maybe just a little."

He took the bottle away once I offered it to him, and he laid me back down. As soon as I was on my back, the play continued. The sound of something tearing, which I could only assume was the condom wrapper, caught my attention.

My anticipation flared. If I was as wet as he claimed, there was no doubt in my mind that we'd be together soon. And given how engorged he was when I went down on him, I could only guess how full he was about to make me feel.

Something clicked. Moments later it happened again. Daniel moaned from somewhere above me. But when I finally felt him against my skin, it wasn't on my clit or anywhere near my pussy.

"Yellow," I breathed, pressing against his chest with my hands.

The finger rubbing my anus froze. "Yellow?"

"I ... limits," I reminded him.

He scoffed. "I remember. Don't worry. I don't plan on doing anal. Not unless you ask me for it."

"Why would I as—"

I arched my back. His finger moved again, gently massaging my anus. It was a strange feeling at first, but for some reason, the disgust with where he was touching me was soon overpowered with a sensation similar to when he'd touched my clit.

"Doing okay?" he asked playfully.

"Y-yes, Master."

"Good girl."

The circles around my anus stopped, and both of Daniel's hands pressed against my hips. He knelt between my knees and leaned forward to kiss me. I could vaguely sense him moving his hips as he parted my lips.

Guiding himself to me, he applied a little pressure. The head of his cock teased my clit. I thrust back, trying to reposition myself so he could slip inside. Daniel deepened our kiss, hungrily tasting my tongue with his own, and as he did, he thrust into me, groaning when I took all of him in a single stroke.

"Have I told you," Daniel began, panting around the words, "how fucking wet you are?"

"You have," I murmured, rocking my hips back to draw him in some more.

He pressed his forehead to mine.
"Just checking.
So, slow or fast?"

It had been so long, I had no idea what my preference was.
"Whatever you prefer."

"You'll let me know if I'm too rough,
right?
"

I nodded, which seemed to be more than adequate for the time being. Shoving his arm under my back, Daniel held me close, melding his body to mine. His abs rippled against my stomach when he pressed up against me, deepening his thrusts.

Once we found our rhythm, he used long, fluid strokes, hitting against my G-spot every single time. I moved my hand to play with my clit, but Daniel stopped me.

"We'll get to it," he promised, setting my arm over my head. "It belongs to me tonight. Remember?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

His thrusts quickened, and as they did, he used his free hand to circle my clit with his thumb.
The way he was teasing my clit—the way he was bucking into me—I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I tensed as the first tremors of an orgasm passed over my spine, and I reached out for him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He held me even closer, moving only his hips as he thrust in.
Pulled out.
Drove in again.

And every time he did, he sent electricity right through me. I clawed at his back.
Ached to have him even closer.
He set his other arm behind my back, cocooning me in a lover's embrace as his thrusts went from hard and fast to long and slow.

As soon as I got the hang of one pace, he'd switch to the other.
Keeping me right there on the edge.
I gasped when he bit at the side of my neck. My head tingled. I thought of nothing. I only felt what he was doing to me with his mouth.
His cock.
The way it felt every time he plowed into me.

I wanted to memorize this moment—memorize him—so I could remember it well after the scene ended. White specs started to crowd my vision, and I turned my head from one side to the other, fighting back my orgasm.

Daniel bit down again.
Hard.
I cried out and opened my eyes, even though I couldn't see.

"Mm ... M-master," my voice shook.

"You're right there, aren't you?" Daniel teased. He moved his arm to touch my clit. I flinched, and he laughed. "Feel that clit?
So fucking hard."

"Please..." I whimpered, not caring if my nails broke his skin or not. "Please, Master."

His lips hovered right next to mine. "I'm right there,
baby
. Wait a little longer. Can you do that for me?"

"I ... I don't know."

"Try."

Taking a steady breath, I tried to think of something else. I tried to focus on the drive home, or how I'd be able to drive at all with how drunk I felt now. I was still aware of what was happening, but the front of my mind was somewhat blank. It felt numb.
Is this subspace?
It was hard to tell.

I could hear, smell and feel everything. There was no way in hell this was—

"Julia, you still with me?"
Daniel asked, the urgent need in his voice bringing me back to the present.

The pressure was building, and if he didn't let me come soon, I'd cry. "Yes, Master."

My arms ached from holding him. The floor bit into my shoulders, and I was shaking so much, not even Daniel could keep me still.

"Come for me, baby. Come."

I released a ragged gasp, and the world went white. The thrusts against my G-spot continued well after my release, and when my hearing returned, I could hear Daniel growling around his climax.

Still holding on for dear life, we lay there in a mess of arms and legs. Daniel pushed my hair back and kissed me on the forehead. When he removed the blindfold, I was surprised to see the lights were almost as low as they could go.

Assured I wasn’t planning to go
anywhere,
Daniel pulled out and excused himself to get rid of the condom. When he came back, he offered me my bottle of water and helped me sit up.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Shaky.
Kind of like I want to cry."

"It was a strong orgasm then."

"Definitely."
Not that I had much to compare it to. I didn't doubt that sex with any man would give a better orgasm than I could get on my own.

"Would you be willing to do it again?"

I almost choked on my water.
"Tonight?"

He smirked. "No. I figure a build up like that needs some downtime. I mean tomorrow."

"Of course."
I stood with his help and started to make my way over to the dresser.

"You don't need those just yet," Daniel said, directing me to the door to his makeshift dungeon.

"I don't?"

"What did I say about aftercare?"

"That you give it regardless of if the sub needs it or not."

"Or if she thinks she doesn’t need it," he added with a nod.

"But I feel fine. Maybe a little uneasy on my feet, but really..."

"Doesn't matter.
You might feel fine now, but you have a shit-ton of endorphins running through your system. We need to cool you down to make sure you aren't stiff in the morning."

"I thought we agreed that I like warmth."

"We did, but like athletes, cold showers after a session do more good than a hot one will. Once we cool you down, then we can worry about getting you warm."

"So, we're taking a shower now?"

"Yup."
Daniel stepped out into the hall and guided me to the bathroom. "I'm going to take care of the bed so it's ready for you once you get out."

"I'm staying the night?"

Daniel turned on the bathroom light. "The way you look now, I wouldn't even think of letting you drive home, but we'll see."

I yawned and leaned against the door. "You’re probably right."

"I usually am." He set me on the toilet before turning on the shower. "I'll be right in."

With that, he was gone, quickly disappearing across the hall to turn down the bed sheets. Now that I wasn't deaf and blind, it felt as if things had gone too fast.
But you wanted it that way.
Well yeah, but now our night was over. What were we supposed to for the rest of the evening?

Daniel reappeared at that very moment with two sets of clothes, neither of which belonged to me. "Not sure how well these will fit, but there's no way I'm letting you go home tonight. It's close to eleven thirty."

My eyes widened.
"Seriously?"

He gave me a knowing smile. "It's amazing how much time can pass during a session. It happens a lot. You lose track of time. It's almost like some kind of high. You're so drunk with endorphins and the need for sex that nothing else matters." When I lowered my gaze, he continued. "Don't worry, love. It happens to the best of us. This is why I wanted to do this when you had time off. Since you're a new sub, there's no telling how you'll react to a scene or how you'll feel the next day."

I wobbled as he helped me into the shower. "And what happens tomorrow?"

"I try to scatter sessions with my subs as to not overwhelm them. Tomorrow we have off, but that doesn't mean we can’t do something else." He closed the shower curtain behind him. "Tonight was just an introduction. I plan on playing with a bit of humiliation and pain before you go back to work. I figure we'll try one at a time, and if you like what you see, we can try a mix of things on Friday. Next weekend is when you'll unwind before work. But, we'll worry about that when we get there."