Stepping up to him, I move the toe of my boot to place it under his chin. He still won’t look at me.That won’t do.“Look at me, Pup.”
He hesitates, then sighs as he tilts his head to look up at me from the plush carpeted floor.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like the pet name I gave you?” I tease. “Don’t you think it was gracious of me to offer it?”
His head drops.
“No. Eyes on me.” I need him to look me in the eyes and reallyseeme. His gaze returns to mine, but his eyes are full of uncertainty. He may not love this, but we both need it. “I know you’re uncomfortable and this is new for you, but you agreed to this when you dropped to your hands and knees. Do as I say and I promise you’ll be rewarded. Then we can be free of our past–at least free enough to kickstart the healing process. I need this and I think you do as well. Just like I told Demetria. If it’s too much, use your safeword. I’ll honor it. Are we good?”
He releases a long, slow huff of air. “Yeah. Okay.”
“The correct response is, “Yes, Mistress.”
A barely audible squeak erupts from behind me. I’ll store that in my memory for the next time I’m alone with her. I’ll have fun making her pay for it, but right now, my focus is onhim.
“Well? I don’t have all afternoon.” I actually do, but that’s not the fucking point.
“Yes, Mistress,” Hayes grumbles reluctantly. I should make him say it with confidence, but I’ll allow it this time. Thisishis first–and possibly only–time, after all.
“Good boy!” I praise sweetly. “Now show me how sorry you are for leaving me and kiss my boot… once for each year we were apart.”
He groans under his breath, but doesn’t hesitate this time to do as he’s told. His elbows flex, pulling on the fabric still covering his skin as he bends down and places his lips delicately against the toe of the patent leather. The kiss ispurposeful and surprisingly, he adds enough pressure that I’m able to feel it more than I thought I would. He repeats the action five… ten… fifteen… twenty times before resuming his position and waiting for further instruction.
“Demetria, be a good girl and remove the top sheet and comforter from the bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Positioning the end of the crop under his chin, I tip his head up. “Is she good like this when she submits toyou, Pup?”
He clears his throat. “For the most part,” he answers and I raise a brow, waiting for the rest of his response, “...Mistress.”There we go.
“Mmmm. I’m curious if her good behaviour is for my benefit or yours.” I already know she’s being extra good because she’s nervous and that’s okay. I like her a little nervous. It enhances… things. “Nevermind. It doesn’t really matter. I want you to stand, strip and get on the bed. I’ll even let you choose whether you lay face down or up. Isn’t that so nice of me?”
“I think I’ll choose face up, Mistress,” he says with a hint of mirth in his tone as he stands and follows my command.
“What’s wrong?” I chuckle. “Afraid of what I’d do to your ass if you chose the other option?” I know. I’m being an asshole. It’s more fun than I thought it would be to play with him like this and it almost makes me want to change my mind and do it again some day. I guess we’ll see how we all feel once we’re done.
He glances over his shoulder but doesn’t answer as he kneels and positions himself on the bed. His cock is already at half mast between his legs. I’m going to have to fight back the saliva that’s currently forming in my mouth to get ready for him.Chill the fuck out, Raegan. This is not the time.
“Demetria, you too. I’d like you both naked for this.”
She makes fast work of removing every piece of clothing she has and tossing everything in the corner, on top of Hayes’ pile.Fuck.Her pert breasts are so damn perfect with her hard nipples on full display. I bet her pretty pussy is soaked right now, too.Jesus.I’m derailing myself.
I move to the nightstand so I can grab the red rope I stashed behind it while I was getting ready. Tossing some to Demetria, I order, “Tie his wrist to the corner of the headboard and his foot to the bottom corner.”
She takes the rope quickly and does everything I ask of her. Such a good fucking girl.
“Wait, there’s a way you’re suppo–” Hayes starts.
I slap a hand over his mouth and tsk, “I know you weren’t about to mansplain how to tie someone up, were you?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Were you?” I repeat, a little louder and sharper.
“Uh-uh,” he mumbles under my hand as he vigorously shakes his head.
“That’s what I thought.” I release his mouth and proceed to mirror the ties on his other side. I reach in the drawer of the nightstand and pull out some duct tape. Tearing off a piece, I place it over his mouth, patting it when I finish. “You look so hot like this, all tied up and at my mercy. Tap the headboard three times in lieu of your safeword.”
