Master's Submission (4 page)

His expression? Pure bliss.

Insanely happy with myself, I unfastened the Velcro straps—
striiiip, striiiiip, striiip
—and lay on top of him, tired, worn out from the mental stress of it all. Being a Domme was a lot tougher than being a sub. There were so many decisions to make, and so much to plan. Although I hadn’t planned nearly enough, things turned out okay. Hell, a lot better than okay.

“Did you like it?” I asked, snuggling into his chest, already knowing the answer.

“God, yes.” He hugged me, running his hands over my back and ass. “Mind-blowing. Amazing. Best orgasm ever. Even better than the time I fucked you in the guest room at my boss’ house.”

I remembered, all right. Halloween, when I wore my Goth-girl outfit with the spiked collar and Master wore a vampire’s cape. The risk of discovery excited me. Guests chatted outside in the hall while I lay spread-eagled on the bed, Master banging away at my pussy, my black thong hanging from the doorknob.

“Would you be willing to try again?” I raised my head and gazed into his eyes.

“With your fingers inside me, absolutely.” His brown eyes narrowed. “You tried to scare me with the butt plug, didn’t you, you naughty girl?”

“It worked.” I giggled, comforted by his touch. “Consider yourself lucky I don’t have a strap-on harness.”

“Whoa, now that I’ve given you a taste of this, there’s no going back, is there?”

Was there? Did I want to switch with him more often? I’d tapped into a part of myself I didn’t know existed. “Why did you ask me to do this? You knew the idea would scare me.”

“My job is part of it. I’m exhausted. I wanted to let someone else make the decisions for a change.” He kissed the top of my head, worked the hairband out of my ponytail, and ran his fingers through the cascade of curls. “But this evening was mostly about your reaction to Lady Pearl the last time we went to the club.”

“Lady Pearl.” It took a while for me to process why she had such a mesmerizing effect on me. She was a female version of my Master. He cared for me the same way she did for her sub. I loved watching their dynamic, his gift of submission to her. They seemed to complement each other perfectly. And they loved each other, the same way Master and I did.

“I wanted to give you the chance to spread your wings a little.” He closed his fist around my hair and gave it a long slow pull.

Exquisite. All my nerve endings tingled.

“You’re so shy and reserved, I didn’t think you’d do it unless I made it mandatory,” he said.

“I enjoyed it. Except when you acted like a brat!” I laughed, and Master did too. “Thank you for giving yourself to me this way.”

“I thought I’d be tolerating this to please you,” he said, stroking my shoulders, “but I think I need to have more regular sessions with Mistress Bethany.”

“You do?” Wow, what a surprise. He always said he didn’t have a submissive bone in his body. He was pure Dom.

“Not too often,” he said sternly. “Every now and then.”

“I can’t believe I got you to beg.” My crowning achievement.

“Me either,” he said in disbelief, shaking his head. “At first the word wouldn’t come out. I had this weird mental block.” He tapped his temple.

“Because it meant I had full control over you.” I’d experienced similar blocks on several occasions whenever we tried something new. There was an overwhelming feeling of hesitation, of
I can’t do it
. “Like the first time you wanted to tie me to the spanking bench. I had this mental shutdown. I refused.”

“It took a long time to convince you of the joys of the spanking bench.”

I remembered. “Yes, and once I agreed, I felt free, unburdened. All I had to do was experience the pleasure.”

“Exactly! When the word ‘beg’ finally came out, I was free.” He remained quiet, as if processing the information. “I think tonight’s experience as your sub will make me a more understanding Dom.”

Absolutely. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, Bethany. I always will.”

Master kissed my forehead, and I rested my cheek against his chest.

“As much as I enjoyed meeting Mistress Bethany this evening, I want my sub back. There’s a butt plug that never saw any action tonight.” He picked up the plug and held it in front of me. “The restraints are in place. Is your sexy ass ready?”

“Oh yes.” Shivers of delight danced over my skin.

“Get the suede flogger,” he said, “and we’ll get started.”

“Yes, Master.” I scampered off to his toybox, eager for the ecstasy to begin.

About Helena Harker

Helena Harker is a teacher by day, writer by night, a daydreamer who loves to escape to other worlds. Her fiction is populated by strong men, passionate women and lots of paranormal creatures. In her free time she enjoys photography and curling up with a good book. She is multi-published and also writes in other genres.

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