With my eyes closed, I can only hear that he hovers above me, but his silky voice sends goose bumps up my spine when he tells me, “Might want to watch your tone, little mouse. I don’t do well with being sassed and laughed at.”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes, Mr. Black.” And he groans in pleasure, whether at my whispered words of submission or at his cock nestling up against my hot pussy, I don’t know. Maybe both.
But then I hear his intake of breath, and I open my eyes to see doubt in his. “I’m… I’m sorry, Evelyn. Did I hurt—”
“No,” I cut him off. “Do not apologize. You did exactly what you were supposed to. I deserved that small punishment for doing something against your wishes. You didn’t overreact. You did nothing wrong. And… I liked it.” I shudder as he circles his fingertip around my now sensitive nipple.
He nods, his confidence back in place. “Now, is there a way we can fast-forward through the preplanning stuff for right now, because now that I have you half naked and under me, I really don’t want to take a timeout to learn everything in one go,” he murmurs against my neck, just below my ear, and I shiver.
I give a frantic nod, unable to keep my hips still as I work my clit against the rough line of his fly. “You… you know that kids game Red Light, Green Light?”
“Yes,” he says and then licks a path from my earlobe to the hollow of my throat.
“If you’re worried you’re doing something I don’t like, you can ask me ‘Color?’ and I’ll say green, yellow, or red. Green is go, yellow is take it slow, and red is stop immediately. You do not punish a submissive for calling their safe word or red. It’s a matter of trust, of being a good Dominant. It is your job to keep your submissive’s trust no matter what you may want. Her safety, physical and mental, come above all.”
He places a kiss at my jaw. “It sounds like the sub is the one who might actually be in charge.”
“The Dom is in control of the sub. The sub controls how far she’ll allow the Dom to take her. The better Dom you are, and the better you are to your sub, the more she’ll give you, the more she’ll let you take from her. Yin and yang,” I explain and end on a mewl as he thrusts against my panty-covered core. Just a few more moments of grinding against each other and I could come oh so easily.
“Color, little mouse?” he asks, rocking his hips between my legs once more.
“Green,” I whimper, fighting the urge to lower my arms around him and hold him to me.
As if he read my mind, he grasps one of my hands, but he doesn’t place it around him. He tilts his body to one side and trails my palm along his smooth flesh, down his chest, the ripple of his abs, over that thick V of muscle, and then over his jeans to grip his cock.
“Fuck,” we both say on an exhale at the same time, but neither one of us laughs.
I’ve been with men of all shapes and sizes in my time as a submissive, but I don’t think any of them have ever come close to the sheer massiveness I currently hold in my hand. There’s no way my hand could even circle his girth, even if he were bare. It makes me want him desperately, to test and see if I can take all of him. I want to feel the burn and stretch as he forces himself into me, and the thought alone makes me shudder beneath him.
“Enough of this, Evie. Here or in your bedroom?” he asks.
And I look him in the eyes with a little shake of my head. “You’re in control, Mr. Black. Whatever, wherever you want.”Chapter 8Nate“You’re in control, Mr. Black. Whatever, wherever you want.”
Her words would bring me to my knees if I weren’t lying on top of her. She’s giving me everything I’ve ever craved.
“You’re not going to hurt me. I can take it.”
I’d nearly come in my pants the moment that part had left her lips. But I wasn’t going to ruin this like some virgin seeing a tit in person for the first time. This was my first time being allowed to do everything I desire. As comfortable as it is in here, something inside me wants to take her in her bed, to be surrounded by her things, mark it with my presence and what I’m going to do to her so she’ll never be able to sleep in there without thinking of me.
I slide my arms beneath her and use the power of my legs to stand us both upright, and her legs automatically lock behind my back. She’s still following my orders, one hand pressed to the front of my jeans and the other fist resting atop her ponytail. Fuck, she’s good at this, such a good little submissive. How did I get so fucking lucky?