Sub for a Week (15 page)

I stood beside the bar, and my eyes went wide when Daniel pulled one of the chains off his leather suit. I hadn't noticed before, but it was a choke collar similar to the one my parents used on their lab.

After lowering it down around my neck, Daniel clipped a leash on the front of it and led me over to the wooden stockade. Again, I checked the other couples inside the room, but no one was watching.

Daniel took my hands and set them in the little grooves, locking them into place. When he pressed down on my head so I'd lean forward, he said, "I don't know about you, but I can't wait until I get you home. Here will have to do."

I clenched my hands and noted the bulge near his groin. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him again, and to do it in public, in front of everyone, was even more arousing.

Humiliation.
That's what he was doing now. He'd told me he wanted to try different forms of play throughout the week, and this was him trying to humiliate me. It worked for maybe a minute before my mind went blank and my body filled with need.

I couldn't see his bare cock fast enough. I wiggled and pulled against the restraints, and still, Daniel just stood there.

"What do you want?" he asked, glaring at me.

"To taste, Master," came my programmed reply.

"You're going to do more than taste." Kneeling in front of the stockade, he adjusted the legs. Once they were where he wanted them, he said, "Kneel."

Using the restraints for balance, I lowered on one knee, then the other. The wooden floor bit at my skin, but just as quickly as the pain made
itself
known, it was gone.

Taking a fistful of hair, Daniel forced me to look up at him. "You're going to suck me off right here until I'm pleased. Then, we're going home and straight to bed. Is that understood?"

I whimpered, and my throat tightened. He wasn't just making me suck him in public. He was denying me release. At that moment, I despised him for it. I'd waited more than two days to have sex and feel him inside me again. And now he was making me wait even more.

He tugged on my hair. "Do I make myself clear, or should we just go home right now?"

I shuddered. If we went home now, that meant he'd be in the same boat as I was. That could also mean he'd make me wait all week, and two days was more than enough.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Master." I bit back the tears.
"Very clear."

It was his right as my Dom to deny me pleasure. He'd pleased me more than enough the other night, but the longer he made the wait, the more I hated it.

"Good girl."

Daniel undid the zipper near his crotch and pulled it open as far as it would go. He hissed as he stroked his hard on in front of me. If he'd had performance issues before, he didn't have them now. And remembering how full he'd made me feel as he fucked me, I squirmed.

He raised an eyebrow at me,
then
closed his eyes, obviously enjoying himself. He was just out of reach of my hands
and
my mouth. The longer he pleased himself and groaned, the less our session became about me, and the more it became about him. My need to feel him inside me was replaced by my need to suck him.

This was probably what he'd planned. Even so, as new as I was, we were both playing by
ear,
or cock as it were.

When he was sure he had my attention, Daniel stepped toward me. "Lick me," he said, holding my chin in his hand before I could do so. "If I feel your lips or a tooth, we're done. Clear?"

I sucked in a breath, taking in his thick scent. "Y-yes, Master."

He set either of his hands on the top of the stockade and pushed his hips forward. Without my hands to guide him to my mouth, I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, gently licking the underside of his cock.

I made my hands into fists.
Opened them.
Closed them again.
I'd always used my hands for physical contact. Not having them now was torture enough without being ordered to lick, not suck.

Above me, Daniel bowed his head and blew short puffs of air against the back of my neck. My clit throbbed when he moaned, and I squeezed my legs shut. I started to wonder if it was possible to grind against one of the legs to the stockade when Daniel's breath caught.

I circled the head of his cock with my tongue, and he did it again. His body leaned closer, and I had to remind myself that I wasn't allowed to suck, even though every fiber in my body ordered me to do just that.
Do that, and you're finished.
 
I couldn't risk it. If I was in his position, I wouldn't be able to stop anyway. I had no self-control when it came to edging around my orgasms or stopping them at all. But I knew he was different. He had control.
Sometimes too much control.

Swallowing before I drooled all over the place, I wet my lips and licked up one side of his cock.
Down the other side.
I paid close attention to the veins, especially the one underneath, which seemed to have grown since our play began.

"Like that," Daniel murmured, moaning when the tip of my tongue parted the slit along the head of his cock.
"Just like that."

I used a little more force, lapping up the pearl of semen that appeared there. He was past arousal and on the way to orgasm, but I knew I'd never be able to finish him off just by licking. I had to suck him. Taste him. Deep throat him. That'd get him to come for sure.

Daniel pulled away, stroking his shaft. "You want this, don't you?" His voice was slurred.

"Yes, Master."
Please don't make me wait.

Daniel looked to me, then at his cock with disgust. As if dismissing his body altogether, he stepped toward me and pressed his cock against my lips.

"Fuck me with your mouth like the good slut you are."

I wasn't sure what shocked me more—his crude language or how much I actually liked it. Opening my mouth, I took in as much of him as I could,
gagging
when the head of his cock hit against the back of my throat.

My eyes watered, and I pulled back.
Shifted from one knee to the other.
Pressed my tongue against that vein I knew he loved. He panted against my neck, and his arms shook to either side of me as he struggled to hold himself up.

Salivating, I used the moisture to make sure he was nice and slick. Then, rolling my shoulders back so they didn't get stiff, I deep throated him. He gasped. His arms shuddered.

He thrust forward, and I took in as much of him as I could. Together, we found just the right pace, and every time he pressed forward, every fucking time he moaned, I fidgeted a little more.

Daniel moved his arms and held on to the back of my neck, pushing me down the full length of his cock. When he lifted the pressure on my neck, I came up. Back down again. Further.
Deeper.

I choked when he went too deep. My clit throbbed from the brief lack of air. Daniel groaned and did it again, using his one hand to squeeze the side of my neck. The slight lack of oxygen was both frightening and arousing. And while he hadn't warned me he was going to do it, I wanted it even more.

When he went to pull back, I went down as far as I could. I did whatever I could to prove to him just how eager I was. I wanted to feel the head of his cock against the back of my throat. I wanted to be breathless and for him to choke me. I needed to taste him.
To feel his dominance over me.

The longer I knelt there with the floor biting at my skin, the more I wanted to stay.
To submit.
To do whatever I could to please him. My body, my being pleased no longer mattered. And if it weren't for my clit throbbing any time he choked me, I would've forgotten about sex completely.

"Oh, God," Daniel growled, digging his fingers into my neck. "Fuck, baby. I'm ... shit."

His words were cut off by a loud moan as his cock twitched against my lips.
Once.
Two times.
He thrust fast and hard.
Using me as his little toy.
As a tool.
And I loved every damn second of it.

I whimpered when the first bit of semen splashed against the back of my throat. I sucked him hard as I could, deep
throating
with every thrust until he pulled back on my hair.

"Enough," he said, backing away from the stockade.

Licking the last bit of salty semen from my lips, I looked up at him. His brow was covered with sweat, his body shaking from what appeared to have been a very strong orgasm. I eyed the painfully purple head of his cock, and my mouth watered.
Ready to go again.

When Daniel was able to hold himself up, he put his cock away, zipped up his suit and unlocked the stockade.

I whimpered, half from the pain in my knees, but mostly because as quickly as it had happened, our night was coming to an end. I wanted more.
So much more.
In the end, I probably would've stayed on that floor all night, but Daniel refused.

Holding my chin, he kissed me on the lips, tasting my skin the same way I'd tasted him. "That was a very good girl," he said, pressing his forehead to mine.
"Better than good."

I smiled at his praise, which was out of character for me. Praise had never mattered to me, but suddenly with him, it was what I'd wanted most.
To know that I'd done well.
To be assured that he'd have me do it again. And when those seemingly simple words washed over me, I lost my balance.

"Come," Daniel said, holding an arm around my waist. "Let's get you washed up so we can go home."

Chapter Eight

Wednesday, and our next play date, came sooner than I thought. Between Daniel's time at Journeys and my watching him on TV along with the tape from Maddie's demo, I was becoming more versed in the way this lifestyle worked. Daniel still hadn't flogged me, but the more I watched Maddie's session and Chris squirming for more, the more I wanted it. I needed that experience and was about to go out of my damned mind if Daniel made me wait another night.

So when he came home looking exhausted, I was devastated. I thought for sure he was going to call it a night and retire early, and I wouldn't have blamed him either. He'd been called into work to deal with a very unruly Dom who, after Monday's demo, insisted on having Maddie sub for him.

She wanted no part of it, of course, but getting a Dom that's all muscle and well over 250 pounds to leave was a problem in and of
itself
. After they got him out, Daniel was stuck with paperwork and speaking with authorities
about
the incident. That alone would've pushed me into the ground.

Stress on any level wasn't good for me, and yet I was a therapist. Go figure.
Nothing like listening to other people's problems to put your life into perspective.

Daniel hung his jacket on the back of the door and let out an exasperated sigh. His eyes were weary. "And how is my pet? Did you behave today like I asked?"

I fingered the choke collar that I still had hanging around my neck. When Daniel had offered to take it off, I asked if I could keep it until the end of the week. Like the cuffs he'd sent me, the collar was somewhat comforting—a constant reminder of him, my Dom, whom I fell for a little more every day.

"I've kept myself busy," I purred, turning off the television now that he was home.

Daniel sat beside me and draped his arm over the back of the sofa. "Sorry it took so long."

"It's okay. Besides, I got to watch, and it's all thanks to that live feed of yours."

"You did, huh? Probably needs more drama though if we're going to get those high ratings." He forced a smile.

"Oh, I don't know about that." I combed my fingers through his hair and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

When he didn't pull away, I hugged my arms around him. He moaned and parted my lips with his tongue. Arching my back, I inhaled his scent, picking up the faint remnants of alcohol on his breath.
Not that I blame him.
I'd need a stiff
drink,
too, if I had the kind of day he had today.

Breaking our kiss, Daniel hooked his finger along the front of my collar. "Whatever shall I do with you, hmmm?" He cocked his head to one side and smoothed back my hair, which I'd worn down for most of the day. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you deserve a little more than just a hug and a kiss at the door."