I stop breathing for several seconds.
“Yes, Sir.”
He grins up at me in approval, making heat travel down to my core and wetness gathers between my thighs. “Good girl, treasure.”
Turning and walking to his bedroom, then to the walk-in closet, I swallow before opening the drawer with the lingerie and find the light blue teddy. I’ve seen it before and wondered when he would ask me to wear it. It’s the only light blue teddy. It does have a thong, but he told me not to wear it. I wonder what he would do if I wore it anyway. Part of me wants to find out, but I’ll leave that for another day.
Removing my clothes, I’m glad I followed his rules of showering and shaving as I pull on the teddy and look at myself in the large full size mirror. The teddy is almost completely see through, but I’m not as self conscious about that as I used to be. My eyes no longer immediately go to my scars. I wish I could explain to Victor how much he has helped me because I have complete confidence he’ll be able to help me with everything else, but it seems like maybe he’s struggling with things too.
I run my hands along the lace. Maybe I can help him overcome any lingering effects Josie might have on him. I am his submissive, but can’t we help each other? I’ll have to ask him. Taking a deep breath, I make my way back to his office. Stopping in the doorway, I’m unsure what to do next, so I put my handsbehind my back and look down. This is what he told me to do when this happens.
I’m not sure if he wants me on the pillow, the chair, or his lap. “Come here, treasure.” Keeping my eyes down, I walk toward him, my heart beating so hard I wonder if he can hear it. When I get to his chair, he scoots back slightly. “You can look at me.” I look at him with a smile. Something is different and I like it. His gaze is wandering over my body, the green of his eyes barely visible. “You are so fucking gorgeous, treasure.”
Victor’s voice is hot as sin and it washes over me, making my hardened nipples even harder. Slowly circling the peak with the tip of his finger, I keen at the attention. It takes all my control to keep my eyes focused on him as he continues to leisurely circle the tip. I rub my thighs together, feeling the wetness.
His gaze lowers, and one side of his mouth tips open in a wicked grin. “Are you getting wet for me, treasure?” My mouth parts as I begin panting. He’s never talked to me like this before. What’s changed? He pinches my nipple, making me squeak. “Answer me,” he demands.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer.
He rubs my nipple with the pad of his thumb. “Good girl. Now come sit.” He closes his legs and I furrow my brows. “I want each leg on the outside of my legs and your ass right against my cock. Understand?” I nod. He pinches my nipple again, harder this time and I realize that’s punishment and for some reason it makes me gush.Do I like being punished?
“Y-yes, Sir.” I turn and sit like he instructed me. When I push back against his cock, he moans against my shoulder, so I rock against him again. But he smacks the inside of my thigh, not hard but enough to get my attention.
“Did I tell you to move?” he barks.
This time disappointment settles deep in my stomach. “No, Sir. I’m sorry,” I reply.
He rubs the spot he smacked, so close to my pussy I suck in a breath.
“You’re forgiven, treasure.” He kisses my shoulder, then pushes my hair over my shoulder. He rolls the chair so we’re settled and he taps his finger on the contract. “We’ve already gone over our relationship in detail outside of the bedroom, but now we’re going to discuss our relationship inside the bedroom.” I’m not sure if he expects me to answer or not, but I do just in case.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, not wanting to disappoint him again.
“First, I want to tell you how proud I am of you for not wearing panties. This is a big step for you.” My chest and neck heat up at his praise. He runs his index and middle finger along the inside of my thigh and I lean my head back against his shoulder, unable to keep my eyes open at his teasing. He chuckles in my ear. “Are you making a mess of my pants, treasure?” Why does he keep asking me questions that require me to speak?
“I d-don’t know, Sir. Probably.” His finger gets so close to my pussy I want to beg him to touch me. I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me there. Ever. I’ve never even touched myself.
“I know Donovan would force you to have orgasms.” His lips run along the shell of my ear and it takes my brain a moment to catch up with his words.Why is he talking about Donovan now?“I won’t do that to you, at least not in the beginning.” I freeze for a brief moment, but he continues. “When it comes time for me to do that to you, I will communicate it with you and you will always have your safe word. What’s your safe word?”
“R-red,” I respond. His finger gets close to my pussy again when I answer correctly.
“Very good, treasure. And why are we using the color coded system?” He asks as he moves his fingers to my other thigh and begins the sweet torture on that side. I want to scream at him to touch me already. I am leaking; I know I am.
“B-because,” I moan when his finger touches the crease of my thigh and I hold my breath, thinking he might touch me. When he moves away, I groan, which makes him chuckle.What did he ask again? Oh, the color system.“It’s easier for you to check in with me.” He rubs the palms of his hands down my upper thighs and back up, then he grips me and pulls me open wider.
“What’s your color now, treasure?”
“Green,” I say immediately. He rubs his beard against my shoulder. I squeeze my eyes closed and place my hands on the arms of the chair, clutching it so hard my hands ache.
“As I was saying,” he continues.How is he so calm?I’m breathless and can barely think. “He would force you to have orgasms and you would try so hard not to have one, but it’s a natural reaction your body has if your body is touched in just the right spot over and over again. So, you came to hate it. Am I right?”
That makes me stop and think, even though his hands are now roaming all over me. His hands cup my breasts and he begins massaging them, but he doesn’t pinch my nipples at my delayed answer. It’s like he knows I’m thinking about his question.How does he do that?
“Yes,” I finally answer.
He leans down and sucks on a sensitive spot behind my ear like it’s a reward for me being honest. He continues to massage my breasts and pull at my nipples. I move in his lap, wanting, no, needing friction of some kind. But I catch myself because I got in trouble for moving last time. This time he doesn’t smack me though, instead he chuckles in my ear.
“But look at you now. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? You want me to touch you so badly.” His voice is guttural and I can’t deny what he’s saying because it’s the truth. He lays his forehead on my shoulder and stops massaging my breasts for a moment. “I have failed you as your Dom.” His voice is full of regret.
