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  “Good idea, subbie. Take off your clothes. I want to watch your naked ass walk up those stairs.”

  Chapter Two

  Her pussy performed a graceful backflip before diving deep into the erotic wetness pool. In the past, she would only be naked in the bathroom or the bedroom with the doors closed. For Laura, walking naked through her own home was a hurdle.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She removed her blouse first, knowing Nick would like the little surprise she had underneath her skirt. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, shrugged her shoulders and slid the straps down her arms. The cool air and her already high level of arousal had her nipples pebbled. Next, she turned her attention to the fasteners at her hip. In a moment or two, she was ready. She put her hands behind her back and allowed the skirt to drop to the floor.

  Nick’s eyes immediately riveted to her exposed pussy. “Such a naughty sub. You’ve been pantyless all evening and didn’t tell me?”

  “I wanted to surprise you, Sir.” She kept her gaze on the floor, hoping he wouldn’t catch her smug smile.

  “Whose pussy is this, subbie?”

  “Yours, Sir,” she answered breathlessly. When he talked like that her clit throbbed. She wouldn’t have thought it was wired for sound, but it sure seemed to have a direct line to everything Nick. His voice, facial expressions, hands, tongue, cock—it didn’t matter, her pussy was fine tuned to his every nuance. She needed him tonight, needed him rough and pushing her limits.

  “Don’t you think I should have known about this?”

  Laura pushed her bottom lip out, in a playful pout, “I did it to please you, Master.”

  Nick growled.

  She tried not to smile as she noticed his cock straining against the buttons of his fly.

  “Thank you, Laura. I want to please you too. In addition to the ball gag, and lock, I will allow you to wear your clit clamp while you do your exercises.”

  Oh shit! She was less than smooth when she transitioned between positions. That’s why she was practicing. She wanted to be graceful at the club. “Thank you. You are most generous, Sir.”

  “Keep the stockings and heels on.” Nick stepped aside and waved his arm allowing her to walk in front of him.

  Laura was so self-conscious walking nude in the common areas of her home. It took every ounce of willpower to keep her hands behind her back and not cover up her breasts.

  “Your hands are blocking my view of your ass. Cup your breasts and pinch your nipples hard until I tell you to stop. I want your nipples pouty, aching for my touch while you practice.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She never knew how hard to pinch. Nick always seemed to get much more life out of them than she could ever muster. After a moment or two, she was grateful for his direction. It gave her something to do and think about besides him staring at her butt. She started to relax and let her arousal build.

  As they neared the exercise room, Nick directed her again. “You may ease up on your nipples. Lay down on the mat face up, legs spread wide.”

  Nick had laid the dense foam exercise mat in front of the mirror clad wall they’d installed when their daughter, Rachel, was determined to be the next ballerina extraordinaire. That fad had lasted about six months, but the mirrors lived on.

  She hoped her mouth hadn’t been writing checks her body couldn’t cash. “Whatever you wish, Sir. I’m yours to command.”

  He gave her ass a playful wallop as she followed his directions. She loved seeing his enormous hard-on. “Yes, you are, subbie. And don’t forget it.” He knelt down between her legs and began massaging.

  She felt like a pampered princess. “I doubt you’ll let me, Sir.”

  “I know what you need, subbie, even when you don’t.”

  While he rubbed the upper part of her leg, she felt his mouth worship her inner thighs, slowly working upward. She knew he wouldn’t stop until he had tortured her clit. Laura couldn’t stay still with his hot breath caressing her already moist pussy. Her hands were clutching the mat as her head shook from side to side. She wanted more, so much more.

  Their anniversary weekend had been like the beginning of spring. Her body felt as if it was waking from a deep hibernation. And it was hungry. Hungry for anything Nick was willing to give her.

  “Cup your breasts again, Angel, and pull on your nipples. I want them to stay hard during your workout.”

  He was probably afraid she would shred the mat and be mortified later. She couldn’t contain her moans. Laura tried in vain to direct his tongue where she needed it. Finally, he took pity on her and swirled his tongue lightly over her pulsing clit. “Oh, Master, are you going to let me come?”

  Nick pulled his mouth away, “You always say you never truly value something unless you worked hard and earned it. Well, subbie, you haven’t earned it yet. I decide when you may come.”

  She groaned in frustration. “Yes, Master.” He swiped his tongue along his lips as if he enjoyed her taste.

  “Hold still, Angel.” Carefully, he positioned her clit between the clamp legs and slid the ring into position.

  Her head came up off the mat, her jaw went slack. “No, please don’t leave me hanging Sir. I was close.”

  Nick quirked an eyebrow and she recognized she was in trouble.

  “Who owns this body?” he asked and pulled gently on the clamp.

  The slight tug reinforced he was in charge. Dropping her head back to the mat, she groaned, “Yours, Sir.”

  “You’re damn right it belongs to me. Now present for your Dom.”

  She moved carefully, ever aware of the pearl globes dangling from her clit hood. Once she was in position, Nick moved behind her, ready to insert the gag.

  “Lift your hair and open wide.” With the ball in place, he slid the strap to the hook he’d used before. “How’s that?” He leaned his head around so he could see her expression.

  Laura was feeling bratty after Nick left her pussy thrumming and needy. Instead of answering, she used her tongue to push the ball out of her mouth.

  Both of Nick’s eyebrows rose in what looked like respectful shock. “I see.” He pulled the gag a notch tighter. “Is that better?”

  Laura felt the straps bite into her cheeks a little more. Again, she pushed the ball as hard as she could.

  Nick took it one notch farther. “And now?”

  She was aware of him watching her closely. After a moment she nodded and tipped her head to make it easier to padlock it in place.

  “Tonight you will do three sets.”

  That was two less than normal. She wondered why he was expecting less. She gave him a quizzical look and he explained.

  “I promised you a beating with our paddle. I don’t want you too tired to enjoy it.”

  She liked the way he thought!

  Nick always watched her practice. It was a double edged sword. He knew what it should look like and could help her get it right, but she only wanted him to see the perfected presentation. She didn’t like him seeing her all clumsy and out of shape.

  “At the club, you’ll be barefoot. After you complete one full rotation, remove your shoes and practice without them.” He scrutinized her every move. “You’re improving. Your movements are smoother than yesterday.”

  His praise made her feel that each strained, sore muscle was worth it. She felt her movements were more controlled. The last few inches were the hardest. Most times she ended up just dropping onto the mat instead of gently placing her knees down. Each sudden impact sent the pearl globes sliding along the clamp stanchions.

  If it hadn’t meant so much to her, she might’ve considered foregoing the practice and just enjoyed the jangle each time she dropped. Instead, each sharp zing through her clit reminded her how much more training she still needed before her trip to the club.

  “Present your breasts to your Dom.” Nick pulled her from her thoughts. He always seemed to know when she was drifting or her focus shifted.

  Her palms rested on her ribs as she used her
fingers to push her breasts up and away from her body. “Good girl.” He pinched and tweaked her nipples until her head tipped back and her breathing was shallow. “Are they tender from the banding?”

  Laura shrugged her shoulders and tipped her head to the side. She showed him her thumb and index finger about a half and inch apart.

  “A little?”

  She nodded in agreement.

  “Are you ready to increase the intensity?”

  Laura hated when Nick asked her to make the decisions. At work, her entire day was spent making one decision after another. This one, however, she was happy to make. She shook her head no. She liked their new found sensitivity. Drying off from the shower caused a delicious stir. The silky fabric of her bra rubbing against her nipples sent Morse code messages down to her clit. She didn’t want to risk overdoing it and move from pleasure to real pain.

  “We’ll keep the routine as it is for a few more days then.” He swiped his finger along her clit. She was pretty sure he was checking her circulation not just being a bastard by taking her closer to the orgasm he refused to give her.

  By the end of the second set, her legs were in a steady groove, allowing her to focus on the swinging globes. She worked hard to keep her movements fluid. Laura found the gentle sliding of the adornments along the stanchions was so much more pleasurable than the jarring sensation she received when gravity pulled her down onto the mat.

  “I get so fucking hot watching you practice for me. Have you learned your lesson, Angel? Are you ready for me to remove the gag?”

  She shook her head, wondering what she’d done to disappoint him. Why would he want to take it off her?

  “Good girl. You’ve pleased me by taking your discipline without complaint.”

  His praise made her happy. Had he been testing her?

  “Last set, then we can get down to business.”

  She nodded, hoping by business he meant her orgasm. Coming was no longer a desire, or want. No, it was an absolute necessity. Without it, her body might very well explode. Every nerve ending felt hotwired, tingly and super sensitive.

  Her legs were beginning to tremble and her quads were complaining. For the last set, she turned to face the wall of mirrors. She usually avoided anything that would cast her reflection. Her eyes always latched onto her flaws and refused to see anything else. Still, she wanted to see if all this work was paying off. Her reflection couldn’t have shocked her more. The sharp contrast of the black straps pulled taut against her alabaster complexion drew her attention. Her teeth had an overly white look sandwiched between her pink lips and the deep, rich red of the ball. The look was fucking hot. No wonder Nick was fond of it for discipline purposes.

  Her breath, already ragged from the exercise, lodged in her throat at the sight of the clamp dangling between her legs. Holy shit. She did a once over, examining her body objectively. Yeah, her breasts hung a little lower than she’d like, her left slightly larger than the right, and there was cellulite along her thighs that pissed her off. Still, for her age, she looked sexier than she’d imagined.

  Watching her movements reflected in the mirror helped her to perfect the positioning of her legs. As the Mardi Gras event neared, she would practice in costume. She wanted to look as sexy as possible. She admitted, at least to herself, that if she hadn’t avoided using the mirror, she’d be further along. On the last one, she took a deep breath and centered her thoughts. She wanted this one to be perfect.

  She refused to look at Nick. He stole her focus. He was always so damned handsome, but standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, the top button of his worn jeans left open, and that bad boy Dom look etched onto his chiseled reflection, he could melt her on the spot.

  She locked her arms crisscross along her back, thrusting her breasts out as far as possible. Laura kept her head held straight to avoid the multiple chin, turkey gobbler neck disaster. Deliberately thinking through each move, she executed a perfect transition from standing to kneeling. She felt like whooping and fist pumping, but she was only halfway there. She rocked back on her bare feet, lifted her knees up off the mat and demanded her legs lift her body. Damn, she wobbled a bit at the mid-point. She shook it off. She had time to perfect each move before Nick took her to the club. The improvement she’d made in this short time was amazing.

  “Beautiful, Angel. Absolutely beautiful.”

  Nick’s praise meant so much. It made each leg-burning set worthwhile. She walked to him and waited while he unlatched and removed the gag. “Thank you, Sir. You make me feel so sexy.” She worked her jaw side to side relieving a bit of the stiffness.

  Nick grabbed her chin and held it still while he plundered her mouth. She loved his aggression. “Back to the mat with you. “

  “Gladly, Sir.” Hoping he would grant her an orgasm, she readily complied.

  “Face up, legs bent and spread.”

  His calm, direct manner and explicit directions took away the fear factor. It was very comforting and yet erotically hot at the same time.

  Laura saw his hands shake just a little as he ran them up and down her legs massaging the tight muscles.

  “Your willingness to submit to me is a fantasy come true. You know that don’t you?”

  “Thank you, Master.” Emotion was clogging her throat. As usual she went to the lighter side. “Did your fantasy include touching a certain part of my body? It’s feeling a little lonely and wants your attention.”

  “Hang on, my sweet Angel,” he warned. “That certain part of your body is about to get a whole lot of attention!”

  She remembered what happened the last time she’d worn the clit clamp. Removing it was far more intense than wearing it. Considering how close she was to orgasming, it might just send her over the edge. He wouldn’t punish her for that. Or would he?

  “I’m ready, Sir.”

  Her clit was so luscious and begging for his attention. It wouldn’t take much for her to come. Wanting to extend and continue to build the anticipation, he bit down on her inner thigh to distract her from the sensations zinging through her clit while he pulled the ring back a quarter of an inch. He had to do this in stages or she would fly apart.

  Earlier with the ball gag, he’d almost blown it. She had asked him to padlock it into place. Obviously, she was turned on by it. When would he learn his subbie needed a firm hand? He’d barely dodged that bullet. There was no way, through careless handling, was he going to send her over the edge. She took his challenges very seriously.

  Her breath rushed from her lungs signaling her arousal had spiked. Close. She was so damned close.

  “Once more Angel. Take a deep breath and exhale at my cue.” Needing both hands to remove the clamp without jerking unduly on her tender, sensitive flesh, he only had his mouth available to redirect her attention. “Now,” he commanded. He felt her intake of air. She was as ready as she was ever going to be. Swinging his head slightly to the side, he bit her other thigh. Not enough to break the skin, but slight impressions were visible.

  “Nick, you can’t leave me hanging.” She thrust her pussy toward him. “I need you inside me.”

  Nick’s hand landed hard where her thigh met her ass cheek. “I need you inside me, Sir.” He tsked, “Such disrespect!”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I just can’t think straight when I’m so close. My brain shuts down when my erogenous zones are lit up like the Vegas strip.”

  “Don’t worry, Angel, I have the perfect discipline to help you keep your focus. Put your shoes back on and let’s head down to the basement.”

  Again, Nick kept Laura in front of him. Watching her negotiate the stairs in those fuck-me pumps was a heady turn-on. “Keep your hands at your sides. I don’t want my view impeded.”

  That it was so hard for her to walk naked through the house, made it a special gift. They had plenty of property surrounding their home. It was highly unlikely anyone could see her.

  “What are you thinking? I see those wheels spinning.” He tried to ke
ep the amusement from his voice. While he had a good idea, it was important to keep pushing her comfort zone.

  “It feels naughty to walk around the house nude.”

  Hmm, she sure replied quickly. Too quickly, in fact. There was something else going on here. She was far from comfortable sharing her thoughts and feelings. He hoped someday it would be second nature, but they weren’t there yet. “And…”

  At the bottom of the stairs she stopped, turned and looked up at him. “And, it makes me wet.” Laura exhaled.

  Frustrated? Resigned? Reading her body language, he knew there was more. His shit-eating grin felt good. God, he loved Laura. She was such a challenge. “And what do you think about that?”

  He could just imagine the mental handstands Laura was doing in her head right now. On their weekend getaway, she‘d become embarrassed when he found her wet. At the hotel, she kept trying to duck into the restroom and clean up before he touched her. Silly woman! Arousing her was his number one goal in life.

  “I think you want me to feel sexy.” Her head was bent slightly downward and away from him.

  What else was she trying to hide? “Yes, Angel, I do. But that didn’t answer the question.” He watched her shoulders flinch. Yes, he’d nailed it. “How do you feel about being wet?”

  Although Nick loved the ‘hand caught in the cookie jar’ look, it was imperative she communicate with him.

  “Answer me, Angel. This isn’t supposed to be a rehearsed speech. When your Dom asks you a question, you respond immediately. I want the truth, not some edited version you think will make me happy.”

  Laura dropped her eyes to the floor. The perfect submissive. “Messy, Sir. I feel messy.”

  Nick wasn’t fooled. They were getting closer to the truth, but she was still holding back a little. “Messy? I suppose you’d like to clean up. I know how messes offend you.”

  A weary expression danced across her face. “Well, personal hygiene is important.”

  Nick wrapped his fist in her hair and gave it a good solid pull. “That was stating a fact, not an answer to my question.”