ROAR (58 page)

He sat on the sofa and used this time to flesh out a rough idea for a scene tonight. But it was what he hoped happened afterward that would be the next barrier tumbling down.

I’m ready.

He fiddled with the bracelet she’d placed on his wrist, smiling as he remembered her reason for putting it on his dominant side. Something she’d said earlier this evening had gotten him thinking about a way he might be able to make an even more permanent commitment to her. He’d have to talk with Gunnar and make some plans first, though.

“All set. I think I have it all,” she said, coming out of the bedroom with two suitcases. “Luckily, I hadn’t unpacked yet from California. I was so tired when you dropped me off last night I went straight to bed. Not that I slept much. Hope you don’t mind my doing laundry tomorrow.”

How something as monotonous and mundane as laundry could sound exciting baffled him. But it signaled a degree of the ordinary he’d missed sharing with someone for a long time.

“My laundry room is yours, Sprite.”

She smiled before glancing around the room. “This place came furnished, so most of it stays. Two more trips with both our vehicles should manage the rest. But it can wait a while. The month’s paid up, and I have that interview tomorrow.”

Maybe he should skip the play scene and go straight to bed, although he thought the scene would be a great segue. Her interview was in the afternoon. She could sleep in.

“I don’t expect you to make irrevocable life changes at the drop of a hat,” he said. “Keep the apartment as long as you’d like.”

His condo would suffice for now, but eventually, he’d like to find a place just outside the city where they could have more privacy. The thought of playing with Pamela in an outdoor scene appealed to him immensely. He hadn’t done one with anyone else before, so this would give him and Pamela one more unique experience not mired in memories of Tori.

“What are you grinning about, Sir?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He met her across the room and placed a quick kiss on her lips before he commandeered her suitcases and headed for the door. She retrieved a carry-on sized bag, and they made their way down the two flights of stairs to his Jag.

Thoughts about what he planned to do tonight bombarded him all the way home. He had no idea where to start or what type of scene…

Do you have to plan every damned thing out, man?

Well, spontaneity was nice for his love life, but a Dom ought to put some thought into a scene to make sure nothing went awry.

After taking time to settle her into his bedroom and make room in his dresser and closet for her things, he turned to her. Holding open his arms, she stepped into them, looking up at him.

“Would you like to take a shower before we play?”

“I’d love to—if you’ll join me.”

He grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Next, his hands moved to the bra clasp, in the front this time. His knuckles brushed her firm breasts, and when they sprang free of the binding cloth, he cupped them, squeezing the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

Her hiss of excitement made him rock hard for her. Bending to take one peak into his mouth, he sucked as she held on to his head for balance. He flicked his tongue against her nipple before his teeth clamped down hard enough to hurt.

“Yes!”

While she said she didn’t enjoy pain, whenever he’d tested her limits, he’d yet to find them. Perhaps she hadn’t been wrong to seek training at the academy to explore her submissive side. He was just glad that now she’d be exploring it with him.

Emboldened, he moved to the other nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth, but his cock demanded to get in on the fun, too. Before he threw her onto the bed like a barbarian, he let her go and helped her shed the rest of her clothes. His quickly followed.

“After you,” he said, motioning toward the bathroom.

H
air still wet from their shared shower, Kristoffer prepared for their scene by laying on the top of his dresser the implements he wanted at the ready. Pamela was in the living room finishing up her journaling after their eventful evening at her dad’s. No doubt her journal would reveal a number of her own anticipatory thoughts about the evening ahead, despite his instruction to focus on her feelings about their exchange of love bracelets earlier.

Tonight, they’d be doing some roleplaying after he’d noticed a number of sexy costumes in the luggage she’d unpacked earlier. He’d told her to surprise him with one and looked forward to improvising a scenario to match whichever one she’d chosen. A worthy test of his newfound spontaneity. He planned to try some new toys on her, too, but to also bring out some of her favorites.

Because his wearing a suit turned her on, he donned one, skipping the vest and boxers. Anxious to rejoin Sprite, he picked up the pervertible nipple clamps and attached the rubber bands tightly to either end of two bamboo skewers, then fashioned another one for her other breast. His pinky finger could be wedged between them, which should mean they’d be just right for her, too. He placed them in his inside breast pocket and then covered the tray of other toys he might use tonight with a hand towel. He checked the timer he’d be using to ensure he didn’t clamp her nipples overly long. Twenty minutes max this time, unless she used a safeword sooner.

Would Sprite’s inner brat remain under her control? He doubted so and wouldn’t mind if she made an appearance. Both of them were serious about their work, so their playtime had become a place to let loose and have fun.

Exploring with Sprite had given him new insights, some contradicting what he thought he knew about each of them. For instance, he’d never seen himself as being a sadist, but had gone further than imagined with her without reaching his own limit. And, while not a masochist, she’d definitely enjoyed pain for pain’s sake on more than one occasion. It was up to him to determine where each of their limits lay on that spectrum—both giving and receiving.

He grinned at the prospect. He also enjoyed mindfucks and teasing her. His options tonight were endless, although he wanted this to be a fairly quick scene so they could go share his—now, their—bed for the first of many such nights.

Tomorrow afternoon, she’d interview for the surgical position at Children’s—and no doubt be hired. But that meant they wouldn’t have as many opportunities to play. Surgeons kept long hours, and Pamela would spend even more time working, because she took a personal interest in her patients.

But he would enjoy every minute he didn’t have to share her with the world; he’d treat the next couple of weeks like their honeymoon.

Thinking perhaps she ought to have finished journaling by now, he crossed the room and entered the living room to find her kneeling beside the sofa with her pen lying on top of the notebook in front of her as if an offering to him. The page was full of her handwriting and, no doubt, was one of several pages she’d used to express herself. He’d delve into that with her later, interested to find out what she’d chosen to share.

Her hands rested on her thighs, palms upward, while she appeared to be centering herself in the moment.

“Very nice, Sprite. Thank you. Now, stand.”

Using the sofa for leverage, she followed his command, her gaze remaining downcast in full submission. He grinned. She’d chosen to wear a German beer maid costume with a flouncy petticoat peeking out below an über-short skirt. A string-tied bodice lifted her plump breasts over the elasticized neckline of a puffy-sleeved peasant blouse. She stood before him as though awaiting inspection. Her hair was tied in loose pigtails and draped in equal amounts over each breast.

“Nice.” He might even let her keep her hair like that tonight, rather than completely loose.

She smiled. He’d play with this fantasy a bit before he played with her body. Cold, hard implements only went so far for him. He enjoyed conveying his emotions for her.

She kept her focus on the notebook in front of her. Drawing near, he pinched one nipple through her blouse with thumb and finger. Her sexy hiss and the instantaneous swelling of the bud told him she was primed for fun. He’d left her in her head the perfect length of time.

“You please me with your choice of costume.”

When she didn’t respond, he realized she might think she was under voice restriction. “You are permitted to speak tonight. In fact, it will be quite necessary. Understand?”

“
Ja
, thank you,
mein Herr
.”

He chuckled.
My Lord
, huh? His brat was going to have a very red ass before the night was over.

“Now, let’s begin.” He walked around her body as if inspecting her and affected his best German accent as he entered into his role tonight. “
Fräulein
, you will do nicely. Come to the back room with me.”

She lapsed into her character seamlessly. “But,
Herr
, I have thirsty customers to serve.” Apparently, her brat would be front and center tonight.

Love it.

He kissed the side of her neck, and she moaned. “Not as thirsty as I am for you, wench.” He pressed his erection against her and whispered, “You will spread your legs for me tonight so that I may taste your charms.”

Her voice hitched. “I look forward to it, but please let me take care of one more table,
Herr
, and then I’ll slip away with you. But I can’t be away too long, or I’ll lose tips.”

She appeared to be begging for a good, long paddling tonight.
Good
. Kristoffer wrapped his arms around her waist and cupped her breasts. She hissed, preparing for the clamps.

“Pleasing me—and being pleased
by
me—will make up for any loss in wages or tips. I will reward you well, if you’re my good girl.”

“I will be a very good girl,
Herr
.”

In front of her now, he bent and lightly bit one of her ripe buds before standing upright again. “I have every confidence you will.”

A frustrated moan told him she was more than ready. He’d indulge his naughty little brat a while, knowing how much she enjoyed getting into her roles—then she’d receive her funishment paddling later on.

Her beer maid costume gave him an idea for a new pervertible to add to his arsenal tonight. Before moving into the bedroom, he let her go and walked over to the bar. Finding what he wanted hanging against the wall as a decoration, he carried the beer flight tray back to where she stood. While her gaze was downcast, he wanted to make sure she could see it.

“Have you ever seen one of these before?”

She lifted her head, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the wooden plank with its four evenly spaced holes. She didn’t seem to be much of a beer drinker, but he would have expected her to have see one while in a bar with friends. Perhaps she hadn’t gone bar hopping much.

He’d been given this one as a souvenir at his favorite pub in Philadelphia during his college days, but truthfully hadn’t thought about its more perverted uses until a few moments ago.

“Hands in front, palms up.” He placed the instrument across her palms. “Bring this with you to the back room, beer maid. Keep in mind that for each minute it takes for you to join me, I’ll add another swat from this beer flight paddle to your backside. And know that you’ve already earned four swats for not agreeing immediately to join me in the back.”

Her body remained relaxed. Sprite enjoyed being paddled, so he wouldn’t expect her to follow for at least a few minutes, but her not knowing how she’d respond to a new implement might hasten her in joining him. Tonight was about rewards, testing limits, and having fun. He’d give her what she wanted as long as she didn’t become too bratty. But his brat-tolerance limits were fairly high.

“I won’t be long,
mein Herr
.” Her voice conveyed her excitement. His own anticipation grew along with the size of his cock as he looked forward to lifting her skirt for any number of delights. Merely imagining the sound of the heavy wood smacking against her ass cheeks and upper thighs made him harder. The paddle’s holes would leave some sexy markings, too.

He glanced at his watch and left the room, wondering how long she would linger before coming into their bedroom.

About six minutes later, she entered the bedroom with the improvised paddle still perched on her upturned palms. Six more swats making a total of ten—so far.

“One might think you enjoy the thought of this paddle striking your ass, sexy maid.” He removed the object from her still outstretched hands as she smiled. To her credit, she maintained her position, awaiting his instruction to lower them.

“I would have put this…paddle to use serving two of my tables their beer,
Herr
, but it’s not conducive to serving beer in steins.”

He chuckled. “You may lower your arms to your sides. And the beer flight tray isn’t for serving at all. Besides, watching a bar wench struggle with multiple steins or glasses is too much fun. No, its intended use is to present a series of up to four brews to pub patrons wanting to try a number of different beers or IPAs at one sitting, similar to a wine tasting. But enough about its more mundane uses.” He slapped the soon-to-be-paddle against his hand to make a nice, loud crack. He obviously hadn’t tried this on himself, so he’d need to assess her often.

She flinched at the sound, and he laughed heartily. “
Fräulein
, because you chose to serve other men tonight before me, you’ve earned a paddling, haven’t you?”

“Ja, Herr.”

Roar set the paddle on top of the hand towel covering his other implements. He returned to where she stood and lowered the neckline of her blouse to expose her breasts, running his hands over the firm peaks, cupping them while occasionally pinching her nipples to prepare them for what was to come. “Beautiful breasts.”

She smiled at his words. He’d see how long she’d be able to continue smiling. At her dad’s, he’d commandeered four bamboo skewers from the package Bryce hadn’t needed for the grilled veggies earlier this evening.