I carry her bag for her and put it in her bedroom, which is walled off from the rest of the space and has a folding door for privacy.
“Strip. When you are in my home, unless I’ve specifically told you otherwise, you will always strip.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I quickly obey. My cock has remained mostly hard through all of this.
She snaps her fingers and points at the floor. “Allegiance.”
I immediately drop into the pose despite my knees protesting.
I hear her walking around, humming to herself, sounds like she’s getting undressed. She puts on music. When she finally returns to me, I feel her snap a leash to my collar and she tugs. “Up.”
I follow, and she leads me over to the bed. “Hands and knees.” There are some things on the bed, but before I can look and see, she blindfolds me.
I hear the snap of a glove. It feels like she sits on the leash, because now I’m pinned and can’t move. “Because I know you will be able to come again quickly, I am going to milk the first one from you. Expect I will do this a lot. Do not move while I do this, in any way. If you resist me, we are done. I expect complete obedience from my boy. Understand?”
I swallow hard. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy,” she coos.
I jump a little when her lube-covered finger presses against my asshole, but I force myself to remain in place. Her other hand closes around my cock, but she doesn’t stroke me, she just holds it. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck her hand, but she told me not to move.
I’m struggling to process the sensations as her finger in my ass seeks something, finally finding it. The hand holding my cock tightens even more as she begins rubbing my prostate.
Clenching my fists helps me hold still—barely. I gasp from the sensation, never having felt anything quite like this before. There’s the humiliation of having her hand up my ass—my face feels like it’s as hot as my beaten ass—the pleasure of her hand around my cock, and the strange feeling of what she’s doing inside me.
I cry out when the orgasm hits, but it feels weird, not as satisfying in some ways, but it lasts longer, feels…deeper, somehow.
“Good boy,” she coos again, sounding pleased. Another conflicting emotion to process later. I’m gasping, trembling when she finally releases me and her hands disappear. I stay in position as she leaves the bed and I hear the sound of water running.
She returns and sits at the head of the bed, catching my leash and tugging. She’s fucking gorgeous all naked, her hair still braided but a flat stomach and perky, full breasts.
I know what she wants and automatically go for her pussy while she holds the leash close and tight to keep me where she wants me. Her other hand rests on my head, massaging, sometimes fisting my hair, as she talks me through it and improves my technique.
Once I’ve gotten her over again, she sighs. “Excellent.” She hands me a condom. I was so focused on her I didn’t even realize that, yes, I’m hard again. “You will fuck me until I come. Only then may you come. If you come before I do, you willnotlike the consequences.”
Needless to say, I’m a good boy and manage to leave her sated, a smile on her face before I’m allowed to finish.
Then, keeping the leash on me, she allows me to curl up in bed with her, where we both fall asleep. At the time, I’m thinking I’ve finally found Heaven.
If I’d known that night what future hell lay in store for me, I definitely wouldn’t have slept as well as I did.
Chapter Seventeen
Now
I’m no longer the naive nineteen-year-old.
I’m a father, a husband.
A lover.
A combat-hardened veteran.
Except right now, as I sit back in my first-class seat and await our final approach over German airspace, I’m none of those things.
Rightnow, even though I’m not here on official business, I’m still Carter Edward Wilson, chief of staff to the governor of the great state of Florida.
And one very pissed-off man. Especially since I didn’t even have time to return to Tallahassee to see my family before making this journey by flying out of Tampa. At least Susa and the boys have Owen while I’m gone.
