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Authors: Sindra van Yssel

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“I meant to ask you, Colby,” Sophia said with a sidelong flirty glance. “Do you prefer to have your submissives wear panties under their skirts or not?”

He had a feeling she knew exactly how she was teasing him. But the answer was clear anyway. “Not. Why? Which did you choose?” The bend in the road demanded his full attention, so he couldn’t see her expression. She didn’t respond to his question.

Three miles later, he had to stop at a sign, and he felt her reach over and tuck something into his vest pocket. “As you wish, Colby. That’s the way this works, isn’t it?”

He grinned at her. “That is indeed the way this works.”

* * * *

Dinner was tasty and filling, and she wondered if the glass of wine she’d drunk had loosened her tongue too much. Colby had a way of getting information out of her, and he seemed to want to know
everything
.

She’d been tempted to attend the rope demo. But Colby had lined up a sub to be his rope bunny before he’d even met her, and she really didn’t want to watch him tie some other woman up.
Petty of me, perhaps, but there it is.
In a way, she would have appreciated it if Colby had offered to switch so that Sophia could do it instead, but she also respected him for not making the offer. It wouldn’t be fair to the other woman, and it really had nothing to do with her.

So instead she went to the bonfire. Her panties, as far as she knew, were still in Colby’s pocket, but she was otherwise clothed. The fire raged in the middle of a circle of dirt and ash, and sweat-soaked bodies danced half-naked around it. She sat on the outer edge on a small wooden stump still slightly damp from the rain, and even there she could feel the heat of the fire on her chest. The cool night caressed her back. The temperature had dropped because of the downpour, and Sophia felt she had found the perfect distance to stare into the flickering fire and contemplate.

She knew her parents enjoyed watching their grandchildren, but she also knew that part of the reason they were happy to support her weekend excursions was they wanted her to find a new husband.
“The children need a father,”
they would remind her on a regular basis. Sophia thought the word “need” was a little strong, but she definitely appreciated that a male influence would be good for Jack. But it was a horrible reason to get married. She knew what being married without any love was like, and her circumstances didn’t lend themselves to getting to know someone well enough to be sure.
Besides, I don’t think I really want to get married again. Better to keep my options open.

And Colby wasn’t marriage potential. He didn’t live remotely nearby. No, this was definitely a weekend fling and nothing more. Which was the way she wanted it, even if her parents had other ideas.

Remy was dancing with a curvy blonde, and he took the blonde’s hand and led her to the side of the bonfire. Sophia watched, curious, as they removed each other’s remaining clothes and tangled up in each other.
Odd. I don’t feel any jealousy, and he’s the man I came here with. And yet I don’t even want to watch Colby tie another woman up.
It made no sense. Remy would be around after Colby went home, and she would probably never see Colby again. With all his fans, she doubted he’d even be much of an e-mail correspondent.

Remy disentangled from the girl long enough to reach into his pants pocket and take something out.
Condom. They are going to have sex, right there. Kind of beautiful, in a way.

They were not the only couple making out or making love at the edge of the fire. There was even a cross, made of bamboo, on which a woman was being flogged. Her Dom was naked, his back to the fire, and sweat shone from his back and from her breasts and belly. The light of the fire made his shiny tanned back and buttocks look like they were made of brass. Normally, that was the kind of scene she would turn her head away from, but tonight, she watched, fascinated. None of the Doms she’d seen inside were naked, although plenty of the subs were.

I wonder if I can talk Colby into that? Or perhaps he’s too shy. Maybe it’s better for him not to get naked in public, with all the fans he seems to have. Pictures might show up on the Internet or something.

Maybe they already have, and I could look.
The thought brought a smile to her face until she decided that a woman would most likely be in the picture with him.

So instead, she kept watching. She usually wanted to dive in and join in the dancing, but it was too hot near the fire with what she was wearing, and she was under orders not to take it off. She considered disobeying more than once. After all, Colby would be a while. She could get her clothes back on before he saw her, and he probably didn’t know a lot of the people out here.

But she shook her head. She could sit and watch and pat her thigh to the tribal beat of the drums. She had agreed to be Colby’s submissive for the weekend, and she wanted to see what it was like, even when it was difficult or boring or painful. She remembered the sting of the crop. Painful was better than she had thought it would be.

She breathed in the smell of the burning wood. She took in the dancing and the intense expressions on the face of the drummers, the grunting sounds of sex and the naked bodies cuddled in the semidarkness. But her gaze kept returning to the flogging scene. The sub’s breasts and thighs were turning pink, but her body was partly in the shadow of her Dom’s. She was moaning ecstatically. The Dom was getting off on it too. When he turned slightly, Sophia could see his cock jutting proudly.

Suddenly, he dropped the flogger and advanced on his sub. He entered her with one sudden thrust, and she cried out.

A hand rested on Sophia’s shoulder. Startled, she looked up and saw Colby. “I didn’t see you.”

“I know. Can’t blame you. Interesting scene.” He smiled at her. “But now you do see me. Take your dress off.”

She started to get to her feet. He put a hand out to help her, which she gratefully accepted.

It was strange. A few minutes ago, she’d been thinking of taking her dress off and seeing if she could get some dancing in. Now, she was nervous. The only thing that had changed was Colby, and he’d seen her naked already.

“Well?” he said.

“Sorry, Colby.” She figured out what was making her hesitate. In the circle, nudity was just being unclothed, being in your skin. Here, in front of him, it was something else. A sign that he was the Master, and she the slave, at least for the weekend. She faced him, her back to the circle, and reached down for the hem. Sweat made the dress cling to her body, forcing her to peel it upward. She supposed she could pull it down instead and force the flexible fabric over her shoulders, but he’d see it all soon enough, and she didn’t want to look awkward by changing her approach. Once she got it to her hips, she could pull it off like a T-shirt.

He smiled with appreciation. “Pretty bra,” he said. “But it still comes off. And the cell phone definitely has to go.”

She’d tucked her cell phone in her cleavage because her skirt had no pockets, and she didn’t want to be without it in case there was an emergency back home. Of course, there wouldn’t be. But just in case. She folded the dress and put it down on the nearby stump and put the phone on top of the dress. Without her panties, wearing just the bra seemed off, anyway. She unhooked her bra and covered the phone with it.

He looked her over from head to toe and back up again without saying a word. For a moment, she wondered what he was thinking. Then he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed gently. She went to her knees, hoping she understood correctly, and knelt in front of him.

“Good girl,” he said. “Your body is beautiful, as is your submission.”

“May I make a request, Colby?” she asked, not expecting him to say yes.

He smiled. “You can. Doesn’t mean I’ll grant it.”

“Of course not. I understand.”

“What is it?”

“I want to see your body. Without all the clothes. Please.” She hadn’t intended to say the last. It would bother her more if he said no after she said please, and from her current posture, it felt a bit like begging to say it. But once she spoke it, her desire became more urgent, and the word slipped out of her mouth.

He seemed to contemplate her for a moment. “Here and now? I can,” he said at last. “You sense the energy between us as we are, with me clothed and you naked. The imbalance that creates sexual tension in us both.”

“Yes. Here and now. Unless you’re shy.” Maybe she shouldn’t be pushing him. He didn’t seem like a man who would like being pushed.

“I’m not shy, and taking my clothes off isn’t going to make me any less dominant—quite the contrary.”

What did he mean by that? Surely the scales would be balanced at least a little.

He took his vest off. She’d gotten glimpses before, but the overall effect of his massive chest was still impressive. The vest had emphasized his arms and shoulders but had almost disguised just how big he was.

He took a step, put his vest on top of her bra, and then sat in front of her. At eye level, he seemed a little less something, but the intensity of his gaze remained. He pulled off his boots and set them on the ground.

“You realize a granted request like this may come with a price,” he said, reaching out to softly stroke her cheek.

“I suppose that makes some sense.” A moan behind her, just managing to be heard over the drums, was a bit distracting.
Someone’s having a fun time.
Her own pulse rate had increased, and despite the cool night air and her nudity, she was starting to feel rather warm.
Kneeling before a strong man is more arousing than I would have thought.

He got to his feet again. “Open your mouth. I have something I want you to hold for me, and choose not to let you use your hands.”

Hold in her mouth? If that was what floated his boat, she could do it, she supposed. She watched as he fished in his pocket, and then brought out something in his closed hand. He placed it against her bottom lip. “Hold it gently,” he said.

She closed her mouth and felt it with her tongue. It had an uneven edge, almost sharp enough to cut her tongue, and it made a crinkly noise. She pushed it out just enough that she could see it past her nose. It was a condom wrapper in bright yellow. At dinner they’d discussed having sex, and she assumed it would happen at some point, possibly after something like the flogging she’d watched. Apparently sooner rather than later. She was excited and yet a little uncertain. In her experience, once a man came, he often wasn’t good for much for a while.
Still, he gave me plenty of orgasms with that evil vibrator. I can’t complain. And a little postcoital snuggle under the stars won’t be a horrible thing either.

His leather pants had buttons, not a zipper, in front, and he undid them one at a time. Curls of black hair were her first indication that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then his cock was revealed, not quite fully erect but already large, on a scale with his muscular arms. She couldn’t help but stare at it since it was at roughly eye level. It was long, but even more so, it was thick, with large veins visible on the surface. He was circumcised. She reached out for him, eager to feel his silky skin and stroke his cock to full hardness.

He grabbed her wrist. “I told you that I did not wish for you to use your hands. Rest them on your knees.” His voice was stern and firm, without being angry.

When he let her wrist go, she lowered her hand.
Is it my imagination, or did he get a little harder at that? Because I definitely got wetter. He’s in control. And he isn’t desperate to have his cock touched.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever been with a man who stopped her from stimulating him before.

He peeled his pants the rest of the way off. Folded them. Put them on the pile. Every move he made was unhurried, like a man who didn’t care a woman was naked in front of him—no, that wasn’t quite it. Like a man who knew she would wait.

He stepped back in front of her and took the condom wrapper from her mouth.

“You’re going to provide me pleasure, without knowing when you’ll get any in return, even though I’d love to make you come again. And I will make you come again, in my good time.”

She believed him. She wasn’t even sure he’d have to use the vibrator this time. His cock would do the job nicely. And maybe his fingers.

He nestled those fingers in her hair, combing through it and then grabbing a fistful. He took a step forward and pulled her—not to his cock, which he held to the side, but to his inner thigh. Her cheek brushed against his hardness. Her nostrils filled with his musky male scent, which aroused her further. “Kiss,” he ordered. “And lick. Right where I put you.”

She kissed his thigh, trying to focus on the task he’d given her despite the hardening cock so very close to her. She licked right up the edge of his balls and was able to sneak a peek. He was hard now. Fully hard. She tried to move to take him into her mouth, but his firm grip stopped her.

She’d never had a man stop her from giving him a blowjob. Never. But he was definitely turned on by her or by the situation, so it wasn’t an insult, just a reminder that he was in control.

She kissed his thigh again.

The phone rang. She didn’t have a fancy tune, just an old-fashioned ring.

“We need to shut that off,” he said.

She almost agreed, because she felt so much like obeying him. But she couldn’t. She had responsibilities beyond his pleasure. “I can’t, Colby. But we can ignore that one. I have a special ring for my parents, and I need to be able to hear them.” The ringing continued.

“Your parents?” he asked. Then, amused, he said, “You are over eighteen, aren’t you?”

“I am. And don’t pretend for a moment that I don’t look it. They’re watching my kids, and they’ll only call if there’s an emergency.”

His face softened. “Then we leave it on.” He guided her head to his other thigh, and she resumed kissing and licking. This time when she got to his balls, his hand relaxed, and he shifted position. She licked the sac gently, appreciating the heaviness of it and the way the skin was growing taut around it.

He ripped open the wrapper and unrolled the condom over his shaft while she ran her tongue over the sensitive skin, inhaling his scent. With a sigh, he shifted back. His meaning was clear even without his words, but she appreciated hearing his order. “Now. Take me in your mouth.”

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