Taken by Chance (9 page)

“Well, that should
be easy with all this insane trust.”

For a moment
Chance was just lost, staring at her. She had relaxed into her new position,
her breasts just perfect and beautiful and wanting to be kissed, her legs long
and lean, her eyes shining, her smile easy.

This whole thing
was just so…easy.

And she was
looking at him in just the same way.

“You know I was
worried I would wake up this morning and think this was a huge mistake,” she
said.

Chance feigned
surprise, as though he hadn’t had that exact
same
thought, then gave her that wicked grin again. “Do you?” he asked.

“No. For
some…again, inexplicable reason.” Lena pushed her foot into his lap, a little
playfully, a lot provocatively. He was hard all over again. “This stuff gets
explained eventually, right? Or is it just going to be one long mystery?”

“Oh, you’re going
to be explaining things to me,” he said, running his hand up her thigh.
“Whatever I want. You’ll answer my questions. You’ll obey my orders.
Fundamentally, you are giving up control. Do you understand that?”

He stopped with
his hand just over her sex, just resting on top of it, not moving, studying her
face, her body, her eyes for any sign of reluctance. None.
Just
a slight fear, the kind that heightened her excitement, and…gratitude.

“Yes,” she
whispered.

“Good. Now we talk
about the terms of our arrangement,” he said.

And he slipped a
finger inside her.

She let out a
small sound of surprise and blinked, her wetness flowing over his hand.

“We need terms?”
she asked. She was playing it cool, but her nipples were starting to tighten
into pretty little buds, and he could see her start to swell.

“Hell yeah, we
do,” he said, moving in slow circles inside her. “We’re
gonna
be doing some kinky stuff. You’ve
gotta
be clear on the
rules going in. Safety is paramount, Lena.”

“That’s good to
hear,” she said.

Her head was back
on the pillow now, and her eyes were closed. She was sinking into the pleasure
away from him. That wouldn’t fly. He leaned forward and slipped another finger
into her.

“Oh!” She arched
into his hand.

“Look at me,
Lena,” he ordered. “You don’t come without me unless I tell you to, you get me?
You don’t go off into your own private headspace unless that’s part of the
scene. So you look at me. And right now? You aren’t coming until I tell you
to.”

“But—”

“No. I want your
full, undivided attention,” he said, moving ever so slowly, just enough to
torment her. “Consider it an incentive.”

She glared at him.
He was enjoying this too damn much.

“Ok,” she
breathed. “What…what are the rules?”

“I’m
gonna
give you a checklist later to look over, but right
now, can you think of any redlines you have? Stuff you just can’t do?”

“I don’t know.”

“You know what a
safeword is?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, well, think
of it like a stoplight.
Green, yellow, red.
It’s my
job to read you, but I’m not telepathic, so when I check in, you answer me. If
you can’t answer me because you’re deep in subspace and have just spaced the
eff
out, I’m stopping. You’re not sure, need to take it
slow, need to check in? Yellow. Red—”

“Means stop.”

He stopped his
fingers. She frowned a little.

“And we’re
gonna
have to work on your
manners, Lena,” he said. “Don’t try to talk over a Dom, sweetheart. Not this
Dom. Not in this arrangement.”

“Ok,” she said.
“What happens if I do?”

Just
the suggestion of a glint in her eye.
This one had a spark, but he knew that already, didn’t he?

“Discipline.
Punishment.”

Her breath
quickened again and she tightened around him. “What does that mean?”

“What I decide it
means.”

She was squirming
under him a bit, and he doubted she even knew it. So that was interesting.

“I’ll be figuring
out what you need, what you respond to, what you avoid. We’re
gonna
find out what kind of sub
you are, and what you want. But that means we have to explore. That part isn’t
always fun.”

“Good thing I
trust you for this.”

Lena locked eyes
with him again, bracing herself while she moved her hips ever so slightly, her
hands twisted up in his sheets.

“Uh huh, because
while it might not be practical to make you go naked
all
of the time,” he said, smiling as her eyes widened, “or keep
you tied to my bed at all times, we’ll compromise.”

Oh man, he felt
her get even wetter. His erection was starting to get painful.

“Compromise?” she
said. Her voice had gotten breathy and her hips had started to move.

He decided to see
how far she’d go. Push that button.

“Lena,” he said
sharply. “Look at me. You will always be sexually available to me. All times,
all places. At any moment, I might give you the order.”

Everything
stopped—except her, clenching around his fingers.

“The order?”

“If I tell you to
take off your panties and bend over, you’d better do it.”

She laughed, he
guessed from embarrassment at how much that turned her on. She was as easy to
read as a book, especially with his finger inside her. It was tough to keep his
face stern. Even tougher not to just take her again right then.

“Ok,” she said,
biting her lip.

Ok. He was glad to
see that his instincts about her were still dead on. That was kind of a big
play right out the gate, and she was still playing along with him.

“Most things I’m
gonna
be doing for your benefit,
Lena,” he said, moving his finger a bit faster. “But some stuff I’m
gonna
do just because I want to.”

“Yes,” she said,
panting. “I am totally in favor of that.”

“Hey, what’d I
say? Don’t you close your eyes,” he said. “I didn’t say you could—”

“But I’m so close,
Chance,” she said, looking him dead in the eye.

He
immediately ceased fucking her with his fingers.

Well. He wasn’t
wrong about that, either. She was already testing one of his rules, closing her
eyes and talking over him to see what discipline meant. This one might be into
provoking
funishment
without even knowing the word.
Some Doms hated that sort of game, but Chance had always been a playful guy,
just as long as it was on the up and up.
And just his amazing
luck to get a precocious, beautiful, responsive sub.
Too bad she was
being manipulative.

Well, time for her
to learn.

“Now, I’m only
telling you this because you’re new,” he said, keeping his voice easy. She’d
learn hard in a minute. “But I suspect that you just broke a rule
intentionally.”

“Yeah?” She was
grinning now. The minx. He made a mental note.

“Yup.
Lotsa
Doms hate that, you know. Can be considered very
manipulative. Topping from the bottom. And in this case I suspect it was. I’m
open to most things, so long as we all know where we stand. But what happens
next
kinda
depends on whether you’re honest about
it.”

“What depends?”

“Whether you get
funishment
, or punishment.”

Now her eyes
widened even more, her pupils dilated, and he heard her gasp—and she
didn’t exhale. Scared and aroused. Good combination for personal discovery. He
got up off the bed and looked down at her.
Time for the
voice.

“Get up,” he
ordered.

She sat up so fast
she seemed to almost forget that she was naked. But she obeyed instinctively,
responding to his tone.
Another good sign.

“Don’t cover
yourself around me.”

She dropped her
hands to her sides. Her breasts trembled as the rest of her body just barely
shook.

“Get up and walk
over to the bench.” He pointed at it. He could tell she hadn’t made sense of
anything in his bedroom the previous night, which was to be expected. Now he
could see her take in the sight of a spanking bench in real time. “It’s exactly
what you think it is, Lena. Don’t make me tell you again.”

 
She hesitated a little, her uncertainty
coming through her gait as she walked to the bench. She reached out and touched
it briefly before looking back at him.

“Put your knees in
the stirrups and bend over the bench.”

He saw her throat
move as she swallowed, and he bet that if he put a finger to her neck her pulse
would be racing.
So far, so good.
No safewords. True
submissive.

“
Now
, Lena.”

She snapped into
motion, getting her knees into the stirrups with more dignity than most. She
only hesitated again when it came time to bend over. He’d seen that expression
before—disbelief, like she was expecting something else to happen. If she
had serious misgivings about submission, now was when it would come out. But he
didn’t think she did. Chance was sure she was about to discover something
amazing about herself.

“Lena,” he said
severely, “When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed. We just went over
this.”

He put one hand on
the back of her neck and pushed her down onto the bench. He heard a small sound
escape her lips, but she only put up token resistance.

“Grab the handles
you see in front of you.”

She did.

Now he took a
moment to enjoy the view. Every inch of Lena’s body was beautiful, as far as he
was concerned, fit and soft and not too thin, but her ass was, frankly, a work
of art. He ran his hand from the back of her knee up the back of her thigh and
watched her shiver, then let his fingers dance around her pink folds peeking
through. She was so wet it was like she was glazed, the morning light reflecting
off of her damp thighs like an invitation. He turned the crank that adjusted
the position of the stirrups and spread her legs a little bit.

But
first things first.

He kept a firm
grip on the back of her neck, knowing it sent a primal message of control.

“Lena, did you
break my rules on purpose?”

A
small sound.
A chirp? He
laughed.

“I can’t hear you,
Lena.”

“Yes, I broke your
rules on purpose. Sir.”

His cock jumped at
that.
Sir.
He liked the way she said
it.

“Why?” he
demanded.

“I wanted to see
what would happen.”

Thwack
. He spanked her
across the meatiest part of her ass and watched her jump in surprise. He kept
his hand securely on the back of her neck and held her down through that first
instinct to struggle. And that made her flush even more.

She liked force.
He’d get to ravish her eventually.

He looked forward
to it.

“That was a mild
blow for punishment, for your reference. They get harder. You could have asked
for more details. Why did you provoke me?”

When she spoke
this time, the breathiness was back in her voice.

“I thought it
would be fun.”

Chance smiled. A
girl
after his own
heart, for sure. And if he
were
not mistaken—and he wasn’t—that spanking
itself had turned her on. He ran his hand over the globes of her ass and down
to her very wet, very slick folds.

Way
the hell turned on.

“That’s honest,”
he said. “Good girl. Five blows for the original infraction—you’re
getting off light, you hear me? Next time it’s
gonna
really hurt.”

“Yes, sir.”

Thwack
.
Thwack
.
Thwack.
He varied up the rhythm and the intensity, watching Lena
closely to see how she’d respond. Her physical response was undeniable, but
he’d only be certain about her psychological response after she talked to him.

Thwack
.

She moaned and
writhed at the same time, as much as she could. He’d seen this combination
before—arousal, slight pain, humiliation, all of it drawing out the
endorphins that led to release—but never in quite so lovely a
presentation.

He let his hand
rest gently on her bottom, and caressed the skin. She wouldn’t have a mark on
her.

She was panting,
though.

“Lena,” he said.
“You may get up.”