At the very least, I should be uncomfortable, right? No one has seen my naked body in—
His lips hit my shoulder and my breath stalls in my throat.
His mask is off.
Oh god, it takes everything in me not to turn around.
I close my eyes as he leaves a soft trail of kisses down my spine, lips lingering on my skin a little bit longer each time.His hands caress me affectionately while his lips drag across my flesh between each tender kiss. My skin jumps beneath his ministrations, warming as he travels from one spot to the next. I’ve never had someone spend so much time covering my skin with kisses. He nips at the fuller part of my waist, just above my hip, then sucks the skin into his mouth until I’m squirming from the sensation.
He continues his journey across my waist, just above my jeans, and when he reaches the center of the lowest exposed point of my back, he rubs his nose against my flesh, then presses it against me and breathes deeply.
Is this what it’s like for everyone who has a Dominant? Is this… normal?
It feels like he’s worshipping me with every touch.
“Dominus,” I say, the word slipping out on an exhale before I can think better of it.
His hands flex on my hips, then he presses a kiss into the curve of my lower back before I hear the sound of his mask being tugged back into place. Disappointment blooms in my chest, a subtle ache. “Color,” he asks, his voice once again hidden from me.
“Green.” I swallow around the thickness in my throat. “Can I ask…” I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes his hands into the waistband of my jeans, then begins to guide them down over my hips slowly, his palms sliding over my heated skin.
“Speak your mind.”
“Is this what it’s like?” I ask. “For everyone, I mean?”
He pauses, his hands sitting just below the curve of my hips. My jeans start to slide down on their own. “What do you mean?”
I pull in a breath and try to make sense of my thoughts. “Is this what it feels like for every submissive?”
“You’re being rather vague.” His thumbs move back and forth in soothing motions as he keeps his hands locked in place.He’s squatting behind me now, eye level with my bare bottom, and that should have me on edge, but it has the opposite effect.
So I tell him that. “I feel… cherished. Like…” I pause to gather my courage. “Like you’re about to make love to me.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. My eyes widen as my stomach drops.Oh, help me.I should have thought that through. Embarrassment heats my cheeks.Make love?Did I just say that? I bite back a groan and consider what I can say or do to change the subject quickly. I could bring upnormalcy—
Dominus makes a thoughtful sound in his throat, then he traces the edges of my lace cheekies with a gentle brush of his fingers. “My job is to give you what you need. I’m about to deliver the punishment your body has been asking for, but I’m also here to give you the pleasure and care you deserve.”
I nod, lifting my right leg when he taps that ankle, then stepping out of my jeans one foot at a time.
“Part of being a Dominant is understanding the submissive. My job is to know you, both inside your head and outside of it. Learning your body, what it likes, what it dislikes…” He runs his hands back up my legs, then around the curve of my cheeks. “That’s one of the key job descriptions. How will I learn these things if I don’t explore?” He trails a fingertip across the back of my knee and I shiver. “See this? An often-overlooked erogenous zone.”
He stands and pats the table, er,horse. “I want to see you spread out over this.” He runs a hand down the length of it. Head here, stomach here.” Tapping the lower planks, he adds, “Knees here.”
I climb up onto the horse and do what he says, stretching out along the length of it with one knee on either side.
“Arms out in front of you.”
I obey, stretching my arms out in front of me. Dominus moves to the front, placing that long leather rod between myoutstretched hands. He straps one wrist first, then moves to the other until I’ve been cuffed to either end of the long pole. He works silently, attaching a clip to the center of the bar, then stretching the chain down to fasten to the floor. With my arms stretched like this, I’m forced to lower my head onto the horse.
“Color?”
I assess my body briefly, then answer, “Green, Sir.”
His feet disappear as he walks to the back of the bench, and I close my eyes, waiting. I think he’s going to spank me, or use the flogger… my body is warm, heated from the slow touching, the anticipation of all the things discussed.
His hand finds my back and I startle, but then he drags it down my spine, settling against my lower back firmly. His touch sends my pulse into overdrive, that pressure pushing me onto the leather seat. “Stop wiggling.”
I still. I hadn’t even realized I was moving, but now that he’s drawn my attention to that fact, I have to focus on not moving my hips in search of friction for that relentless pulse between my legs.
“This is a punishment. You will not come unless I give you permission to do so.”
