Doms of Chicago, Boxed Set One, page 62
“Feisty, isn’t he?” Suzette chortled. “Oh, I’ll look forward to using him, Svetlana.”
Svetlana gave her a smile. “Patience, sweets.” Then she caught his gaze. “I’ll have your commitment before you leave here. I can be generous – I know you’re probably going to be playing with Olivia and her new sub tonight. So I’m giving you a week. Understood?”
Looking down at Svetlana, Micah was tempted to tell her ‘not in this lifetime’ but his word was his bond. He’d honor it, even though the inclusion of another person had him leery. It was worth it to see Jude finally accept his submissive side.
“Fine. A week from now. Where?”
Svetlana cocked her head. “Why not here? That way you’ll feel more…relaxed.”
He nodded. Having our play night here is a good idea, that way Jackson can step in if she or the blonde bimbo goes too far. “Fine.” He caught Carlos’s eye, indicating he’d meet him at the medical station. “Excuse me, but I have to go.” Hoisting the duffle, he scooted around the women, and headed back towards Olivia’s office and the medical supplies he needed to clean up. No way in hell am I going back to Mistress’s with blood running down my chest. She’ll flip and be out for Svetlana’s head on a stick. There’s already enough ‘love lost’ between them.
* * * *
A hoarse exhalation escaped Jude’s throat as his Mistress snuggled closer. Try as he might, he hadn’t been able to sleep. The erection straining against the confines of his jeans was killing him and unlike last night, he wasn’t exhausted to the point he could fall asleep in spite of it. Then again, I didn’t have my Mistress draped across my body like a warm blanket either.
His arm tightened around her when she started to slip off him again. Somehow she’d managed to crawl on top of him after her foot rub. At first it had just been her head snuggling against his chest – a chest she’d demanded be naked – as he reclined against the mound of pillows. Then before he knew how it’d happened, the little minx had basically draped herself across him like a throw rug with her head tucked under his chin, her cast cradled above his shoulder on the pillow and her legs straddling his hips. But for the past half hour or so, she’d shown signs of stirring. Slight shifts, sensual rubs, and downright erotic rocking as she’d tried to get their two bodies even closer together. She’s driving me out of my ever loving mind. God, please let tonight be the night she lets me fuck her.
He stifled what seemed like the millionth moan as her breath teased the pulse pounding in the hollow of his throat. Even though the feel of her body against his was torture, and he was sure she wouldn’t know any difference in her sleep, he was reluctant to let her go. She said she wanted me to hold her, so I’m doing just what I was ordered. Even as he told himself it was simply his obeying a command she’d given, he knew he was lying. He wanted to feel her in his arms each night and wake each morning with her snuggled up like a bug in rug. Stop it, Larson. Once this detail is over, there’s no guarantee she’s going to keep you. Take what you can, and don’t ask for more.
“Hmm, I can feel you thinking, pet.” The drowsy words were breathed across his naked chest. “You’re awfully hard for a slave who’s supposed to be napping with his Mistress.”
His heart leapt at her words. It was one of the first times she’d actually referred to herself as his Mistress. “It’s hard to sleep when I have a boner hard enough to hammer nails.” He waited for her to protest his vulgar words. Instead of protesting, she shifted, rubbing her belly against his trapped cock. “Not that I’m complaining about holding you, Mistress.”
“Hmm, so that what’s been poking me for the past hour?” The sensual tone went straight to his dick and unbelievably, it swelled even more.
Had she actually been awake that long? Even as he wondered, he knew she probably had been. She’d warned him she was a sadist.
“Yes, Mistress.” His hand slid down to cup her ass when she wiggled against him again.
“What are you doing, pet? Trying to rub against my pussy so you can get off?” Her taunt hit him like a wallop from Mohammad Ali.
“Fuck!” His nerve endings sizzled at the thought. Evidently he wasn’t the only one who liked to talk dirty in bed.
“Hmmm, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She nipped the swell of his chest with sharp, even teeth. “To come all over my pussy?”
“Oh God, Mistress. I’d love it. But then I like almost anything you’d like to do to me.” He grunted when she pushed up into a sitting position. He steadied her when she almost toppled off the side.
“Damn cast!” he thought he heard her mutter. It was all he could do not to laugh at her expression, but had a feeling if he did, it’d turn out really bad for him.
Instead he gave her a tentative smile. “Would it help if I said I thought you were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Mistress? Cast and all?”
Instead of answering, she gave him a genuine smile. “You know, you’re a smooth talker, pet. Flattery will get you nowhere with me though.” She rocked against him and gave a sigh of satisfaction when his hips surged up to meet hers. “But actions will.”
When his hands moved from her hips up to just beneath her small breasts, he stilled, waiting for her permission. “Mistress?” He barely recognized his own voice because it was so raspy.
“Touch them, pet.” Her eyes glittered down at him.
With a growl, he slid his palms up and over her breasts. Cupping them, he gave a slow squeeze, watching her expression carefully. If he hadn’t been so wrapped up in her enjoyment of the moment, he’d have thought it odd that he knew how hard to finger her ass and cunt to make her come but was still in the dark about how she liked her breasts touched.
“Harder, pet.” Her hand closed over his and forced him to squeeze harder. She gave a cry of pleasure.
“Can I join, Mistress?” The gravelly sound of Micah’s request had Jude ready to spill in his pants. Thank God he’s back. Maybe now she’ll claim me!
Olivia seemed to read his mind. “Did you bring what I asked for, mal-chick?”
“Yes, Mistress.” The sound of a bag hitting the floor next to the bed barely registered.
“Good. I want you to get out the razor and shaving cream and take it to the bathroom.” He vaguely was aware of Micah’s reply as he went. Jude swallowed at the order she’d given the other man while continuing to hold his gaze. “As for you, pet – are you ready to be my slave?”
He nodded then jerked when she dug the nails of her good hand into his. Verbal answers you fool. “Yes, Mistress. I’m ready to be yours.”
“Good. You’re going to find out there are rules to being mine, pet. One of them is that my slaves are clean shaven at all times. That means I want no hair, other than that on your sexy head, to interfere with my pleasure.”
Shock washed over him. Does she actually want me to shave around my dick and nuts?
She raked her fingernails over his chest, leaving red marks behind. “That means you’ll keep your groin clean shaven. Normally I’d help you with it your first time, but with this,” she lifted her cast-covered hand, “I can’t. You’ve said you don’t have an issue with Micah helping with your training. Will you allow him to help you with this?”
He licked his lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” She slid off to his side. “He’s waiting for you in the master bath. He’ll help prepare you for me. Listen to his instructions, pet. He knows my preferences.”
A surprise longing washed over Jude at the thought of belonging to Olivia. Where the hell did my machismo go? I can’t believe I actually want to belong to another person. Fuck, what would Pops say about this?
The feel of Olivia’s hands on his distended zipper jerked him immediately out of his thoughts.
“Don’t look so worried, pet. I treat those who belong to me with care. You have nothing to fear but fear itself once you put yourself into my keeping.” She slowly eased his zipper down.
“I don’t think FDR had this in mind when he said that.” His feeble attempt at humor died in his throat when her hand delved inside his pants only to be blocked by his briefs.
“Nonetheless, I mean it.” She gave a frustrated sound. “These will have to go too, pet. I don’t like material keeping me from stroking my cock.” Slipping the button through the hole, she parted his pants. He lifted his hips helpfully when she gave a sharp tug on them. “I want to be able slide my hand inside and find you hard and ready without having to fight with your underwear. Do you understand?”
He bucked helplessly against her hand as she gave him a quick hard stroke. “Yes, Mistress. No underwear and clean shaven. I get it.”
“Good.” Her hand released him and she scooted up to press her mouth against his. Giving him a hard kiss, she backed away when he reached for her to deepen it. “No, not yet! Micah’s waiting for you.”
Standing next to the bed, she stared down at him as if memorizing him. Jude imagined he was quite the sight, lying with his jeans down around his thighs, his scars partially exposed, and on top of a satin duvet in a decidedly feminine room. But he couldn’t find the need to be self-conscious.
After one last look, she turned to leave the room. “Take all the time you need, pet. I want more than your body willing tonight.” With those cryptic words, she left the room.
* * * *
Standing in front of the bathroom’s full length mirror, Jude couldn’t help but stare. He was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Not only was every inch of his groin now devoid of hair, Micah had handed him a disposable enema with a small smile after they’d finished shaving him. His quiet ‘just in case, Mistress wants to play’ had shocked Jude. Would she honestly plan to be sticking anything in my ass?
While the thought wasn’t totally abhorrent, he hoped like hell it wasn’t a cock that was going there. He wasn’t stupid and knew there was real pleasure to be had with anal play. He logically understood the fact that his prostate gland was the core of his sexual pleasure, but the idea of another man fucking him to stimulate it had him worried. But Mistress knows neither I nor Micah are bi-sexual...so maybe…
He caught a glimpse of Micah as he cleaned up the shaving mess. Micah’s soft humming stopped as if he knew Jude was staring at him.
“Are you okay, Jude?”
“Yeah. I’m just…I don’t know…” Jude fumbled with the words expressing the turmoil of emotions racing through him.
“Scared, excited, horny or maybe combination of all three?” Micah came up behind him, his dark hands closing over Jude’s shoulders.
Mutely Jude nodded. “What happens if this isn’t what I need it to be? If I went through all of this to only find out…”
Micah gave Jude’s shoulders a squeeze. “Then you tell Mistress. She’s not a mind reader. If she does something you can’t handle, use your safe word. Or your ‘slow down’ word. She’s no different than any of the other Mistresses we’ve played with the last few weeks.”
“But what about the scars?” His voice nearly broke.
The scars on his hip and thigh stood out in stark relief now that he no longer had any hair to hide them. The silvery lines of scar tissue extended well beyond his thigh and several strayed across his groin and precariously close to his cock. A few more inches to the right and I wouldn’t even be a man any longer.
“She won’t care about them, Jude. Trust me. She’ll see them as nothing more than a few badges of honor – proof you survived the pain.” He rested his chin on Jude’s shoulder. “She once told me pain has a purpose. It tests the mettle of man or woman and those who survive are only stronger for it.” Micah lifted his head and moved away. “Don’t be ashamed of them, Jude. You went through Hell and are here to tell the story. Be proud of them.”
Relief had Jude’s eyes stinging. “Yeah.”
“Now come on, slow poke…” The snap of the towel should’ve warned him, but Jude yelped when the end of it stung his ass.
“Ouch!” He spun on the other man. “What the hell was that for?”
Micah gave him a leer. “We’ve screwed around long enough. I’m horny. Let’s go see if we can sweet talk Mistress out of some her pussy.”
Jude’s eyes widened. “How the fuck do we sweet talk her? She said she’s immune to it.”
Micah gave him a knowing look. “By obeying her every command.”
Jude’s cock, which had been soft since being shaved, went stone hard while his voice was hoarse. “Fuck yeah.”
Chapter Twelve
Following Micah down the hall and into the living room had to be the hardest thing Jude had ever done. He came to abrupt stop when Micah dropped to his knees next to the couch where Olivia was sitting comfortably with her cast propped on the arm. Before Jude could sink to his knees, the brisk tone from the couch stopped him.
“No, pet. Come over here.” Olivia’s expression was inscrutable even as she patted the cushion next to her.
“Yes, Mistress.” He stepped around Micah hesitantly before gingerly settling on the couch next to her. Uncertainty consumed him and he focused on the area where his hands were resting crossed on top of his thighs.
There was a long pause before she finally spoke. “You’ve said you wish to be my slave, Jude.”
He ran his tongue over his lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”
“And why is that?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stroke her hand over Micah’s scalp. Longing gripped him. God I want to be there. What would it feel like to have her stroke my hair the same way? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Sitting around naked while his Mistress was fully clothed would take some getting used to.
“I asked you a question, Jude.” The bite in her voice clearly showed her impatience with being made to wait.
“Because I’m submissive, Mistress.” He frowned and tried to put into his yearnings into words – forgetting about his nudity. “I want the orders, I need to know I’m giving my woman… I mean, the woman I serve, pleasure. What happened last night…having to wait until you said I could come was one the hottest damn things I’ve ever experienced. ”
“Look at me, pet.”
The gentleness in her voice surprised him. He looked over at her. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Let me see those beautiful eyes.” She cupped his cheek. “You’re stumbling over your words, pet. Are you under the assumption that being in a Dom-sub relationship is so completely different than any other that you don’t know what to even ask or tell me?”
The clenching in his stomach had him gritting his teeth. He finally nodded. “Yes, Mistress. I don’t know what exactly what to expect from you.”
She leaned back against the arm of the couch. “Each Dom-sub relationship is different, Jude. It all depends upon what agreement the Dom and sub come to. For instance, Micah and I have a very casual relationship. I have not offered him my collar nor has he asked for it. I give him what he needs. I’m a safe outlet for his desires - but I do not own him. He’s free to come and go as he pleases. He’s what I consider a play slave. He comes to me when he needs release and we play for an hour or two and then go our separate ways. It’s worked rather well for me in the past. I haven’t had a permanent slave in a very long time.”
Confusion swamped Jude. “Then is that what you’re proposing for me? To be a play slave, like Micah?” He wasn’t sure if a temporary relationship was what he wanted with Olivia. In fact I know it’s not.
“No.” She tapped her fingers on the back of the couch. “As I said, every relationship is different in the BDSM world. It’s up to us to decide on what kind of relationship we want.”
“Can I ask a question, Mistress?”
“Of course! I’ll never ignore your questions.” She tipped her head.
“Then what do you get out of playing with Micah? It seems rather one-sided. I thought all Doms wanted to have complete control over their slaves.”
“When we’re in a scene, Micah has no doubt who’s in charge, but I don’t expect to have total control over him all the time. Having a 24/7 slave is a lot of work for both the Dom and slave.”
He tried to read her face. What does she want from me? Full obedience or what she has with Micah? I don’t want what she has with Micah, but I don’t know if I can be submissive all the time. Gathering up his courage he asked, “And is that what you want from me?”
She shook her head and paused as if she was gathering her thoughts. “No. What I need is something in between, pet. With you I want more than just sex and domination once or twice a week while we have separate lives. Nor do I want full responsibility for your every action. My husband needed that and it became very stressful for me. You’re a grown man with serious responsibilities and I expect you to act like it when we’re not playing.”
Try as he might, he just couldn’t wrap his mind around what she wanted. “I’m confused. You don’t want a full-time slave nor do you want a play one.”
“What I want is for us to try to have a relationship. One where I rule in the bedroom, but you don’t depend on me for things like what you wear or what you’re going to do every day.”
To Jude her words sounded like heaven. How did she know that’s what I need? His bubble was burst a moment later.
“So this is what I propose we do, pet. Until my attacker is caught we will try this type of relationship. After he’s caught we’ll reevaluate what we have – if it’s right for both of us, before we commit to a full-fledged relationship.”
Mentally Jude weighted his options. A few weeks commitment was more than he’d expected but less than he wanted. Fuck it, I’m not going to leave now. I’ll take what I can get, give her pleasure like she’s never known, until she doesn’t want to give me up. Then let’s see her walk away after this present situation is over.
“I accept, Mistress.” He forced the words out.
A genuine smile crossed her face. “Do you remember your safe words?”
He nodded. “Hershey’s for a complete stop and ‘Milky-way’ when I need you to slow down.”
