Gemma traced a finger down the line of shift buttons. “Not just that. I was worried that you would go charging back to the house and beat the horrible woman up. I almost tore it up.”
“Tempting. I had my fun with her last night. She crumbled. Pathetic to watch. No backbone, and, Gemm
a, remember she bears no relation to what we do. You didn’t tear it up, though.”
“A passing impulse, but, no, I didn’t. I trust you. You have better self-control than me.” She snuck a glance at his face.
“I do.”
His blue eyes targeted her libido with absolute accuracy. In rapid succession, his handsome features activated all of her sensual switches. Gemma wanted him, her Master. She suffered from an addiction. In a matter of seconds, he’d provoked a confusing soup of emotions. The man was a paradox.
“At this moment, I think my self-control is about to walk away, and you will have to deal with the consequences,” he warned with a smile.
“I can deal with your loss of control, Sir. I won’t mind in the slightest if you take me now.” She fiddled with the shirt buttons.
“Are you asking me?” His voice husky.
She undid a button. “Just cooling you down, Sir. You feel a tad hot to me. Hard, too. I might have to wriggle my bum a little.” She rocked her hips, grinding into his erection.
“Indeed.” He pursed his lips.
“I’m responding to the change in circumstances, Sir.”
“What change in circumstances?” Another twitch beneath her bottom.
“That you want me, Sir. That something outside of me, namely your cock, should be inside me.” Gemma undid another button.
“Should. Are you telling me, subbie?”
“I don’t remember a rule saying I couldn’t ask. I suppose it’s implied, secretly embedded somewhere. Rules, shmules,” she said with little thought.
His shoulders stiffened, and the voice changed, morphed into a different one. Not sultry or seductive, but stern. “I sense a case of topping here, subbie. Are you correcting my rules? If you need it to be explicit, I shall make it. No unsolicited requests for any kind of sexual pleasure will be permitted. How about that?”
She removed her hands from his shirt buttons.
He continued. “These rules are a year old. I think they should be revisited, don’t you? According to your essay, you’re quite happy for me to add new ones.”
She sprang up on his lap. “I didn’t think micromanagement was your style. Sir. Too much hassle for a busy man like yourself.”
He grinned. “Oh, a few extras won’t dent my working practices.”
“What were you thinking of, Sir?” Her pussy clenched. His subtle directing of the conversation electrified her.
“The supposedly rudderless you, who fears to venture into something new, needs a poke. I will see that art gallery, Gem, and you will fill it with your creativity. Whatever support you need, I will give you unconditionally. My dominance will not drive you forward, your own special abilities will do it. Never doubt your abilities. However, other areas, more specific to us, that is a different matter.”
She clutched her hands in her lap. The bulge in his pants obvious. Her nipples stuck out under her T-shirt. “They are, Sir. Erm. What areas?”
“Guidance. You wanted me to guide your masochistic tendencies.”
She’d written those words. “I will always take your advice, Sir,” she murmured, eyes cast down.
“Good. Because we both know what happens when things get out of control. When limits are ignored. Safe-words forgotten. Reaching beyond what we can sensibly achieve in our lives. You want boundaries to protect you, and I want to push your limits because that is a reflection of how I control you. Together, the two aspects of what we do will keep you and me on our safe and sane journey. Pain and pleasure will be mine to give to you, subbie. What will be in your rules will simply state that it is my discretion, my choice, and my wishes that determine what you should endure for me. Not yours. So, let us make explicit asking or requesting clear from now on. It is forbidden, whether for pain or pleasure.”
“Thank you for the clarification, Master.” Gemma wanted to whimper. His little lecture had come out of the blue. No asking!
She shot a glance at him. Damn impassive face! “I can’t seduce you at all. Even romantically?” She fluttered her eyelashes.
“You can offer or ask permission to approach me or provide a service. Such as ‘please may I pleasure you in any way’. Not the same as ‘get your cock inside me now’. Is it? Much politer. If I decline, you don’t get to ask or beg a second time. No more whining to have your lusty fantasies filled. Try it out.”