“It’s so…weird.”
Matthew raises an eyebrow. “Of all the things that have happened so far this weekend, that’s the one that’s getting to you?”
“I guess,” I shrug. “It’s like the things that are just short of normal that are the most jarring.”
“I can understand that,” he says. “Speaking of normal, I think your morning has been a little too normal today.” He nods to the center of the open space in front of his desk. “Kneel.”
My stomach drops. “Really?”
He doesn’t say anything, just stares, and I find myself moving, sinking to my knees under the weight of his gaze. I rub my palms on my thighs, trying to work out the nerves. “Good,” he says, “now we’ll work on your position.”
“Position?”
“Some Doms have a list of known positions that they teach their subs, so that they can have a shorthand of when and how the sub behaves. I don’t do that, but I do like the traditional submissive kneeling position. I find it beautiful and graceful. Knees further apart.”
I widen my knees as he comes to stand in front of me.
“Wider. Until your toes touch.” I do, and he reaches out, fingers grazing the back of my neck. “Lift through your spine to here, and bow your head. And finally,” he crouches down and takes my hands, “palms up on your thighs.”
He straightens, and I hold the pose. “It doesn’t feel natural,” I say.
“It’s not supposed to. As a sub you would practice it more and it would become easier, but it’s designed to remind you of your position. And, if you were naked, it would allow me to see if you were wet.”
Chills run down my spine. He’s right. In this pose, with my eyes on the ground, it’s like I can feel the dynamic stretching between us. In this position—in these clothes—it’s impossible not to acknowledge what I’m offering to him. My heart is pounding in the silence, and I’m glad I’m wearing clothes because I do not want him to see that I’m wet. I don’t want to think about why, either.
“For the remainder of your time here, this is the position I want you in if I ask you to kneel.”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
There’s a metal clinking, and I look up to see Matthew unbuckling his belt. I don’t move, and he pulls out his cock, already erect. Up close it looks bigger, and I can’t ignore the wetness I’m feeling now.
“If I hadn’t been rudely pulled away this morning, I would have added another expectation to our conversation last night.”
I glance between his eyes and his cock. “You mean…”
“That’s right. Every morning before I leave the bedroom—my cock between your pretty lips. I wouldn’t care if you were on your knees, or you were under the sheets, or if you were underneath me while I fucked your mouth. But it would be every morning, and I think you would enjoy it.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really?”
Matthew grins. “Keeping your Dom happy can be very rewarding.” I’m about to ask him what kind of rewards he has in mind, but he beats me to it. “Open.”
I hesitate. I know the door is open behind me, and I don’t want Julia to see me on my knees with Matthew’s cock in my mouth.
“Emma, open your mouth.”
I do, and he slips his cock inside.
“I know you’re new, and I’m patient, but I’m tired of repeating commands to you. The next time I have to repeat something, you’ll be punished. You have your safewords if you need to use them. Now suck my cock.”
His words ring straight through me, and I don’t hesitate. I plunge my mouth onto his cock, letting it fill my mouth. He’s hot, pulsing, hard, and it’s hard to fit him because of his size. I’ve never felt comfortable with my oral sex skills, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m doing it right, if I’m doing what he likes. I mean…I know he’s hard, but what if what I’m doing isn’t turning him on more?
Matthew’s hand is in my hair and he pulls me off of him. “Where did you just go?”
I blink, startled. “I…”
“It’s like you disappeared.”
“I was worried that I wasn’t doing it right. I’ve never been good at it, and I didn’t know if you liked it.”
He doesn’t smile or laugh. “You were worried?”
I blush. “Yeah.”
“You don’t have to. Part of this is you not having to worry. If I want you to do something differently, I will tell you. If I want you to do something specific, I will give you instructions.” Now he smiles. “I don’t have you here out of charity, Emma. I like you. I’m attracted to you. I like fucking you, and I like dominating you. My cock has been hard all morning thinking about this.”
“Oh.” It’s the only word that comes into my head, reassurance soothing over me like a cool breeze.