His eyes meet mine and he stands tall, squaring his shoulders over his hips. The stance looks powerful, especially from my prone position beneath him. “Tell me more,” he demands and crosses his arms over his chiseled pecs.
I swallow at the beauty of him. “Um… well. The Dom and sub would have discussed what they’d like to happen during their time together. Whether there would be toys involved and which ones. Whether there would be actual intercourse, or oral, or… anything really. You’d know each other’s hard limits, which are things that are completely off the table. You’d know the things the sub is open to experimenting with. Oh! And you’d have a safe word.”
He gives me a sexy smirk that makes my toes curl into the cushion. “What’s your safe word, Ms. Richards?” he asks, and it’s the same tone he uses when he fucks with me at school.
I meet his stare head-on and unwavering. “Periodicals.”
He snorts. “Of course it is, my little library mouse.”
It’s not the first time he’s called me his mouse. And I have to admit, I don’t hate that he’s given me his own little nickname, which after the way he told me he thinks I’m beautiful, I choose to take it as a term of endearment rather than a putdown.
“What are your hard limits?” he asks, widening his stance and giving me that studious face of his.
I swallow. “Right now, and in this precarious position, there are too many to list. Things you probably wouldn’t even think of or need to.”
“Like what?” he demands.
“For one, urine and fecal play,” I say haughtily and snort out a laugh at his grimace. But then his face morphs into a mask of seriousness, and before I know what he’s doing, he bends over me, skims his hand under my shirt and beneath one cup of my bra, and he pinches my nipple. I whimper at the sharp pain, my head throwing back into the ottoman even as my hips rotate against the sudden weight between my legs.
With my eyes closed, I can only hear that he hovers above me, but his silky voice sends goose bumps up my spine when he tells me, “Might want to watch your tone, little mouse. I don’t do well with being sassed and laughed at.”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes, Mr. Black.” And he groans in pleasure, whether at my whispered words of submission or at his cock nestling up against my hot pussy, I don’t know. Maybe both.
But then I hear his intake of breath, and I open my eyes to see doubt in his. “I’m… I’m sorry, Evelyn. Did I hurt—”
“No,” I cut him off. “Do not apologize. You did exactly what you were supposed to. I deserved that small punishment for doing something against your wishes. You didn’t overreact. You did nothing wrong. And… I liked it.” I shudder as he circles his fingertip around my now sensitive nipple.
He nods, his confidence back in place. “Now, is there a way we can fast-forward through the preplanning stuff for right now, because now that I have you half naked and under me, I really don’t want to take a timeout to learn everything in one go,” he murmurs against my neck, just below my ear, and I shiver.
I give a frantic nod, unable to keep my hips still as I work my clit against the rough line of his fly. “You… you know that kids game Red Light, Green Light?”
“Yes,” he says and then licks a path from my earlobe to the hollow of my throat.
“If you’re worried you’re doing something I don’t like, you can ask me ‘Color?’ and I’ll say green, yellow, or red. Green is go, yellow is take it slow, and red is stop immediately. You do not punish a submissive for calling their safe word or red. It’s a matter of trust, of being a good Dominant. It is your job to keep your submissive’s trust no matter what you may want. Her safety, physical and mental, come above all.”
He places a kiss at my jaw. “It sounds like the sub is the one who might actually be in charge.”
“The Dom is in control of the sub. The sub controls how far she’ll allow the Dom to take her. The better Dom you are, and the better you are to your sub, the more she’ll give you, the more she’ll let you take from her. Yin and yang,” I explain and end on a mewl as he thrusts against my panty-covered core. Just a few more moments of grinding against each other and I could come oh so easily.
“Color, little mouse?” he asks, rocking his hips between my legs once more.
“Green,” I whimper, fighting the urge to lower my arms around him and hold him to me.
As if he read my mind, he grasps one of my hands, but he doesn’t place it around him. He tilts his body to one side and trails my palm along his smooth flesh, down his chest, the ripple of his abs, over that thick V of muscle, and then over his jeans to grip his cock.
“Fuck,” we both say on an exhale at the same time, but neither one of us laughs.
I’ve been with men of all shapes and sizes in my time as a submissive, but I don’t think any of them have ever come close to the sheer massiveness I currently hold in my hand. There’s no way my hand could even circle his girth, even if he were bare. It makes me want him desperately, to test and see if I can take all of him. I want to feel the burn and stretch as he forces himself into me, and the thought alone makes me shudder beneath him.
“Enough of this, Evie. Here or in your bedroom?” he asks.
And I look him in the eyes with a little shake of my head. “You’re in control, Mr. Black. Whatever, wherever you want.”
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