His Sub by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 25: Terry
Terry almost yelled in triumph but instead he stood, giving Maggie one last kiss.
“Where are you going?”
“To get you another drink.” He took her glass from her hand and headed for the bar.
“No. Thank you. One’s enough.”
He turned and stared at her. “Rule number two, never question your master.”
“There are rules?” She sounded appalled.
He chuckled. “A few but they’re simple.” He moved to the bar and filled her glass, bringing it back to her. “Rule one is always obey your master.”
“And rule two is never question your master.” She took the drink from him.
“I knew you’d be a quick study.”
“It sounds like a cult.”
He leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of her chair, letting her feel how much bigger he was than her. “A cult of pleasure between you and me.”
“Are there other rules?” Her eyes darkened.
“Yes, but we can save them for another time.”
“Terry…”
“Sir or Master, Maggie.”
“Sir, wait.”
He straightened. He wanted to punish her for her disobedience but she wasn’t ready for that yet. “If you want to break out of the scene, you need to use your safeword.”
“Scene? Safeword? I don’t even know what those are. Am I not going to be safe?”
“I’ll never hurt you more than you can stand.”
“You’re going to hurt me?” Her eyes darted to the door and she started to stand.
He leaned down and kissed her. Her mouth was lush and sweet like the wine. He deepened the kiss, savoring her taste for another moment before breaking away. “Trust me.”
“I’m trying, but I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“You liked it when I swatted your ass.” He kissed her again and her body softened with his attention, preparing for his hardness and strength. All he wanted was to sink into her and lose himself in her heat, but he forced himself to break the kiss. “That’s all I’m talking about. Pain like when I spanked you. Pain that gives pleasure.”
“Oh,” she said against his mouth.
“Pick your safeword.” He needed to get this game going or he was going to come in his pants.
“Uhm, I have no idea what it should be.”
“Something you can’t imagine saying while we play.”
“Play?”
“Yes,” he almost purred. “Red is a common one. It means to stop. Yellow means to slow down.”
“Okay. We can use them.”
“Perfect.” He kissed her again, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth and nipping it before he broke away and sat on the chair across from her. She looked perplexed and that was perfect—keep her guessing, on edge and she’d come like never before. “Finish your wine.”
“Ah…Red.”
His jaw clenched. He’d never trained an innocent. Maybe, it wasn’t worth it. His dick, which was pressing painfully against his trousers, assured him it would be. “Yes.”
“I want to make sure you understand that this will only be a one-time thing.”
“Whatever you decide.” That wasn’t going to happen. Once would not be enough for him and he’d make sure it wasn’t for her either.
“Okay.” She sipped her wine. “We can start again.” Her face heated.
“Finish your wine.”
“I am.”
“Yes, Sir, is the answer.”
“Is that all I can say?”
“No, but saying ‘I am’ hints of disobedience.”
“But I was doing what you said.” Her lips pursed in confusion.
He wanted to command her to get on her knees and open for him as he slid his dick into that warm, wet heaven. “Do it faster. I want to see you naked.”
“Oh.” Now her face was on fire and he had to know if the flush went all the way to her breasts. “Finish it.”
She gulped down the wine, and his dick grew more at her eagerness to obey.
“Put your glass on the table and stand up.”
She did, her hands fluttering nervously by her sides.
“Take your hair out of the ponytail.”
She removed the rubber band, dropping it onto the table near the glass.
“Hold your hair above your head and let it fall down.”
She obeyed. His gaze raked over her large breasts as the shirt pulled tight across them. They were luscious and he needed to see them. Her hair, the riot of curls, cascaded over her shoulders, a few strands covering her breasts.
“You are glorious. Those curls. I can’t wait to wrap them around my fist and pull back your head as I fuck you from behind.”
Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She must’ve never had anyone talk dirty to her but by the flush on her face, she liked it. A lot.
“Take off your shirt.”
“Ah…”
“Yes, Sir,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.” She looked down at her hands as she unbuttoned her shirt. Her skin was smooth and white with a little mole on her left breast that showed above her bra. Her tits were large and flushed a lighter shade than her face.
“Beautiful.”
She dropped her shirt to the floor.
“Your bra too.”
She started to protest but closed her mouth. His little rabbit was learning. She reached behind her back, causing her breasts to spill forward as she unhooked her bra. She held it in place for a moment and then looked up at the ceiling as she let the cloth slide off her body.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” His dick was screaming for him to let it out to play, but he wanted to take her through some paces. “Come here. I need to reward you for your obedience.”
