I Spy a Naughty Game

“So it’s one big free-for-all where you get to do whatever you want. Sounds nice for the Doms, not so much for the subs.”

And therein lay her fear. His heart lightened because this was a big sticking point of hers, one he could answer honestly to her satisfaction. “Not at all. The D/s community, at least the one I’m involved in, runs by a set of strict rules, set in place for everyone’s safety. Number one, a Dom’s sole responsibility is to see to the happiness and well-being of his sub, above his own desires. The rest flows from that rule.”

While she wasn’t yet convinced, she was becoming interested. “So your role is to make me happy first, then yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Then what if I’m never able to go as far as the… sharing thing? I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to participate in something like what I witnessed. Outside our undercover job, I mean.”

“Part of my role is to push you past your boundaries, help you discover what works for you and us. If sharing truly makes you unhappy, we don’t participate whether we’re undercover or not,” he said seriously. “You are my priority, Emma.”

“I believe you mean that now, but I know you’d miss the freedom of being with whoever you wanted.”

“Believe it. If I’ve learned one valuable lesson, it’s that sharing — hell, my whole life — is empty without you at my side. I need you, baby. Please give me another chance.” He ended the statement in a hoarse whisper rather than the strong, manly tone he’d been going for. Fuck, he sounded like such a sap. This woman could have anyone, so what did she need with his shit?

She reached around his neck, pulling his head down so his lips were almost touching hers. “Just when I think you’re so macho everything bounces right off — even the damned bullets, for cryin’ out loud — you go and get all mushy on me. Do you have a clue what that does to me?”

“I might need a demonstration.”

Oh, God, please show me. I’ve missed you so much I can’t breathe.

Whether she heard his unspoken plea he couldn’t say, but she took his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom. Turned and placed her palms on his chest, their warmth branding him through his T-shirt.

“Make love to me, Blaze. I’ve missed you so much.”

She’d plucked the words right out of his heart. One day he’d get through to her that making love took on many forms. For now, he let the words soothe his lonely soul, shine a bit of light into the dark corners.

“Anything for you.”

She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and pulled the material up, over his head. He helped her, smiling as she tossed it aside and went for the button on his jeans. She unzipped his fly and parted the material, pushing at the denim and his boxers until his erection sprang free. As she knelt he doubted she realized the submissive position she’d assumed. No, the move was too automatic on her part. Spontaneous.

That knowledge thrilled him almost as much as her tongue flicking out to capture the tiny bead weeping from the slit of the spongy head. He groaned as she took him in her mouth, surrounding him with wet heat. Threading his fingers through her hair, he fed her his cock, guiding the length down her throat, watched it disappear between her plump lips.

“God, yes,” he breathed. “I’ve missed this. Missed your mouth on me. I could fuck you like this all day.”

Well, not really. The pure pleasure was too electric, zinging little shocks of delight to his balls, through his belly. He wouldn’t last long this way, but he wasn’t ready to give up the feeling just yet. With her on her knees, sucking him and taking his less-than-gentle thrusts with obvious enthusiasm, he had no trouble believing he was right about her untapped sensuality.

He was going to love being her teacher.

“Stop, darlin’. I don’t want to come yet.” She pulled off his cock with a moan of frustration, and he smiled. “Don’t worry, we’re not done by a long shot. Undress for me, baby.”

He held out a hand for her and helped her stand. She bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable, hesitant. Did she realize her lessons were beginning? That even now he was easing her into what he hoped would be a mutually satisfying sexual lifestyle? Her expression cleared, became more confident, as she held his gaze and slowly peeled off her blouse, dropping it. Next went her bra, and he feasted his eyes on her full breasts, the rosy nipples pouty, begging for his teeth.

She kicked aside her shoes. Unzipping her casual black pants, she pushed them past her hips and down, taking the lacy scrap of panties with them. She stood naked before him, skin pale and creamy, the triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs declaring her a natural blonde. Her tummy was flat, her legs athletic, long and toned. She took care of her body, and it showed.

She reached for him, but he shook his head, and her hand stilled. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’ll do as I say, do you understand?”

“I never said I wanted to play your game.” But her pupils dilated and she licked her lips, arousal shining like a beacon.

“This is no game, Emma,” he said, keeping his voice low. Hypnotic. “This is me, doing things right with you, doing right by you, as I should’ve done the first time. Do you understand?”

“I–I’m not sure.”

“You will, eventually.” He gestured to her big comfy bed. “I want you up there, on your back, knees bent and feet flat.” He was pleased by the spark of defiance in her blue eyes, but even more pleased that she did as he directed, arranging herself on the bed. “Now spread your knees wide so I can see all of you.”

Her cheeks colored, but she again did as he said. Her thighs parted, revealing her pink pussy, the folds shaved bare and glistening with moisture. More evidence that she was turned on by his taking control and was eager for more. He toed off his shoes and pushed his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, then sat on the bed near her feet.

“Good girl. Look how pretty you are, already wet for me. Now I want you to touch yourself.”

“Wh-what?”

He injected a bit of firmness into his tone. “You heard me. Finger that sweet little clit of yours, baby. Let me see you get excited.”

For a second he thought she might argue, but instead her fingers slid down her belly and through the triangle of curls above the bare area. The pad of one finger touched the small nub and began to work it in slow rhythmic circles.

“Good baby. You’re so beautiful,” he praised, glad he could still speak. His erection strained, demanding he take her. But not yet. “Now lower. Spread that sweet cream all over your slit, and then finger-fuck yourself.”

No hesitation this time. She was getting into their play, preparing herself for him. Her thighs were spread and relaxed, tension gone, her posture completely open to him. Her slender fingers began to massage her slit, dipping into her pussy, fucking herself as her hips arched off the bed. The sight was so naughty, so provocative, that he nearly came like a thirteen-year-old.

“Ooh… Blaze, please!”

“Sir.”

“What?” Her voice cracked, fingers working furiously.

“You’ll call me sir when we’re making love, whether privately, or at a club, in front of others. Now tell me what you need.” She’d call him Master eventually, but he doubted that news would go over well at this point. Small steps.

“No,” she said hoarsely, shaking her head.

“Yes. Or we stop right now.”

The demand was a gamble. She stared at him in indecision, panting. Finally, she relented, expression vulnerable.

“Blaze—sir—fuck me! Please!”

This was a big milestone, the very one they’d faltered at before. One that had started them down the road to the big breakup. He could have shouted in triumph, but refrained.

“That’s my girl. I know that wasn’t easy for you. Hold on, sweetheart, and I’ll take care of you.” Shifting, he reached for the drawer in the nightstand where she kept her supply of condoms. As he grabbed one from the box he wondered whether she’d had anyone here to need them in their months apart, then brutally quashed the thought. He couldn’t afford to be a hypocrite.