The sight of her with her eyes closed, enjoying the taste of my cock so intensely, makes me rock fucking hard again. I could take her for hours.
Her thighs are still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as I lick her cum from my fingers. She’s fucking delicious. And tight. Next time I want her cumming on my dick.
It takes a moment for me to catch my breath as I pet her hair and let her lay her head on my lap.
Perfection.
I grab a blanket from the side of the room; they’re here specifically for aftercare. Pulling her panties back in place first, I pull her small body into my arms and sit down on the bench, nestling her into my lap.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her softly, kissing her hair. Her sweet taste is still on my tongue and I want more, but not here.
“Yes,” she says softly, her cheek resting on my shoulder. Her hot breath tickles my neck.
“Is it what you came here for?”
She clears her throat and shifts slightly in my lap. “I’m not sure what I came here for.”
“You’re looking for a Master,” I answer her.
“Yes.”
“You found one.”
She fidgets in my lap. The lack of a response makes me nervous.
“I’m not interested in play. I want the real thing.” I speak while holding her gaze.
“I do, too,” she answers softly.
“I want you, Katia. And I don’t want to share.”
She’s perfect. I can give her what she wants, and what she needs.
Everything is exactly how I imagined it would be. Up until this point. She isn’t giving me the answer I require.
“I don’t want anyone thinking you’re not off-limits.” I can feel my heart race as I talk to her. I want my collar around her neck. I want everyone to know she’s taken. No one else can give her what I can. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to provide for her in ways she’s never dreamed of.
Her pale blue eyes fly to mine, and her body tenses. For the first time since she’s been in here, she’s showing signs of fear. Fear of commitment.
But I’ll be damned if she lets anyone else touch her. If she’s having second thoughts about me being her Master, I’ll convince her. “Are you unhappy with me?” I ask her.
“No, it’s not that. I’m just not ready.”
“In here, without a collar, others will approach you.” And I’m sure as fuck not going to allow that.
“You have my word.” Her voice is shaky.
“I don’t want your word,” I say in a gravelly voice displaying my dominance over her, and signaling the severity I feel at her denying me this request. I won’t give her an ultimatum. She’s not mine yet, and this demonstration of disobedience isn’t a good sign. But she has a past. And I’m acutely aware of the fact that her perception is different from mine. She has real fears that need to be addressed. Still, I want her marked as mine. “It will displease me if you deny my collar.”
She wraps her arms around herself and looks away, sadness apparent on her beautiful features.
She slowly raises her chin, her eyes finding mine. “That’s all I can give you for now...”
Her voice trails off before she gets the title out. But I can hear it on the tip of her tongue. Master. Now that our play is over, she’s reverting back. She’s giving herself safety. I don’t mind it, but she will have more than enough safety with me. She only needs to let go.
“What do you need from me?” I ask her, gently cupping her chin in my hand.
She’s hesitant at first, but she leans into my touch. Her eyes are closed as she answers, “I don’t know. I’m afraid.”
“You already know not to be afraid.” As her Master, I’m to carry the weight of her worries. “I want you as my Slave, Katia.”
“I have problems.” She looks away, toward the door and I can see exactly what’s going through her mind. She doesn't want to be taken advantage of, and she doesn’t know if she can handle her. That’s fine. I can soothe her worries. I have to remember that I have a very large advantage here. And she has no idea how much I know.
She needs to be comforted, probably fed, and have a simple conversation. I can try to take this slow. I don’t want to. But she obviously needs that.
“Come,” I say as I take her hand and lead her out of the playroom, toward the dining hall. There’s a show tonight. Fire play, which should be enjoyable to watch. It’s not something I toy with, but nonetheless it’s entertaining.
“I have to go.” Her feet stay planted, and she looks up at me as though she’s begging me for permission to leave. She’s not mine yet. That’s painfully obvious. But I’m not going to let her get away with that shit.
“You will never lie to me again.” My voice is hard. She doesn’t have to go.
She furiously shakes her head and insists, “I’m not lying.” Her voice is laced with fear. “I really do have to go. I am not well right now.” Her breathing is coming in panicked breaths.
“That doesn’t mean you need to go. If you’re in need, all you need to do is tell me.” Adrenaline courses through my blood. I’m frustrated and angry. I should have planned this out better.
“I don’t want to.” She answers honestly, and I rub my thumb on the back of her hand. This is too much, too soon. I fucking hate Joe Levi in this moment. I wanted her comfortable. I wanted to take things slower.
I kiss the back of her hand and nod.
“This was too much for you, wasn’t it?” Her eyes widen and she starts to answer, but closes her mouth.
“You don’t understand.” I do. I fucking understand everything. Had I played this right, she wouldn’t be feeling so insecure. I can fix this.
“You’ll come back here. Tomorrow night.” I give her the command. She focuses her full attention on me. Her submission is obvious. “If you’d like to continue this, of course.”
“I would,” she answers in a hushed voice.
“I would too, kitten. I understand you need time to process this. Take tonight and tomorrow during the day to think about things. And then you’ll come back here. Wait for me in the dining hall. I don’t want you coming back here without a collar on.”
She nods her head obediently. “I’ll do that.”
“You’re going to think of me tonight, kitten,” I lean into her, whispering and gripping her a little tighter, “but you will not touch yourself.”
I can see the desire back in her eyes as she whispers, “Yes”. Part of me wants to push her further tonight. Take her to a private room and talk to her about her needs. I can reassure her that I can provide for her, just as I know she can provide for me.
But she does need to process this. I need her full commitment, and without her willing to wear my collar, I don’t have that.
Tonight I will make her a list. I should have already made her a clear set of rules. She’s a creature of habit and routines, and she desires a Master. Which means she needs rules.
This is my fault. But I will make it right.
Chapter 8
Katia